#triple waterfalls

[meyeraquascapes]

Natural Swimming Pool with Waterfalls Design Ideas

[lockvogel]

Triple Falls, DuPont State Forest, NC

[thebohemianloner]

Resica Falls • Delaware Water Gap, PA • January 2024

[theblueflower05]

Mi Ti’ong(In Bloom)

A/N: Usually I try to keep my readers pretty ambiguous so that everyone can envision themselves, but this ones gonna be a little more distinct. If that isnt your jam, please dont read! No use of Y/N. Reader nicknamed Flora. Based on the character from Winx Club! And this art!

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: Size difference kink.Mature Language. Smut. Overstimulation. Oral sex(female receiving) Neteyams a munch, it’s canon now.

Summary: Neteyam can have anyone and yet he only wants you. A small human who can usually be found among the flowers. Neteyam x Human! Reader

Sugar, honey, iced tea. Bumble bee on the scene.

Yeah I’d give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie, ugh!

-See You Again, Tyler the Creator.

The forest is alive, the beating heart of Eywa felt in each and every leaf among the trees.

Every glowing piece of flora and fauna, every creature whose calls echo through the vastness.

This time of year is special and it's as though it is known. Deeply and primitively by all. The rains had come and gone, nearly a month of bruised skies that had bogged down the village and its daily life.

But as they always do the skies cleared, and the sun made its reappearance. Glittering and glimmering- triple rainbows breaking out in kaleidoscope like figurations. Beaming down with all of it’s warmth and vitality.

The earth is well fed and fertile, the soil rich and blooming with new life.

It’s that new life that brings the talioang(water buffalo like beasts) back. The creatures return in great migrations to the lush pastures of sweet new grasses to have their babies. The fish swim upstream, battling the roaring rivers, to spawn. The fruit hangs heavy and ripe in the trees. All around there is nothing but full bellies and joy.

This period of abundance is the Great Mother’s gift to her children.

It had always been Neteyam’s favorite time of the year.

Everything lush and bursting with life, the excitement a low constant hum amongst the tribe. The Great Hunt is coming and his father had given him the okay to take lead.

In his nineteen years, he had never been appointed with so much responsibility.

Jake tells him it will all be fine, nothing but easy smiles. This will be good. A fantastic way to show the clan that he’s ready to take on the title of Olo’eyktan once his father steps down. Although he manages to keep is calm and cool demeanor in public, he’s so fucking nervous he can barley function.

It’s why he’s here, trudging through the branches.

The village is buzzing with excitement. Everyone wants a moment of his time, their voices overlap as they wish him good luck.

Question his competence as head of the hunt.

Subliminally hint that hunters twice his age have never gotten the chance to do what has been so freely handed to him.

Remind him that their daughters are pretty. Unmated. Makes the best steamed Teylu. Are fertile and willing to give him strong children-

Fuck.

The moment he could, he’d slipped away. Disappeared into the foliage and had booked it deep into the trees, desperate for a moment alone. For a moment of silence and the peace of being away from prying eyes.

He doesn't even really know where he’s going.

Only that he just needs to be away. If only for an hour. He needs to recharge his ever draining social battery, to get his head on straight before tomorrow's hunt.

Neteyam has always performed his best under pressure.

Things that made others balk and cower ignited something in him. A need to fight. To prove himself- it’s not the prospect of high adrenaline and stampeeding hooves that makes him squirm. It’s all of the attention its garnering.

He know’s fully well that being the next Olo’eyktan means that attention comes with the territory. But that doesnt mean the thought of everyones focus on him doesnt make his indigo skin crawl.

He’s leaping aimlessly between vines when he remembers his sisters earlier proposition.

“Come with me and Flora to the watering hole today! The waterfalls are so pretty during this season- We’re going to go swimming!”

It’d been tempting this morning, and now it is even more so. He could use a dip in the cool waters and Kiri was always an ear to vent to when he got overwhelmed. He’d clear head and then leave-

He wouldn't get stuck staring at you.

Again,

No.

He can't pinpoint exactly when this happened.

It was like one night you were just another human at the Outpost. Another familiar alien face he’d grown up around. Just like Spider you’d stuck close with the Sully children. Your cheeks always flushed beneath your exo-mask and your fingernails always dirty and caked with mud from the hours and hours you’d spend tending to any and all plants that came in your line of vision. You were always so soft. Too soft for his liking sometimes. You’d cry at just about anything whether it be one of those old Tawtute movies the scientists played at the lab or the sight of an injured shimmyfly.

And then suddenly gone was that snotty, teary little girl he’d always known. And in her place was…you. A woman grown. Beautiful and bold- and there was strength in your softness now. You’d proved him wrong so many times- made it clear that you weren't another responsibility he’d have to shoulder-

“I can take care of myself, Neteyam” you’d insisted, never letting him carry your heavy baskets or tend to your scraped knees.

It’s maddening, the way that you shrug off any and all of his advances drives him fucking insane.

Neteyam approaches the secluded bank of the watering hole that his family loves best slowly, keeping in the treeline. Just out of sight. Just like he’d expected he finds you and Kiri on the familiar sands. Kiri is lounging in the sun, eyes closed and humming a pleasant tune to herself-oblivious to anything around her. He’d have to chastise her about her complete lack of situational awareness later.

You’re knee deep in the lake- tending to the water lilies that grow close to shore. Your back is to him but he bets your nose is all scrunched up, just like it always is when you’re around anything green and growing. His eyes drink you in greedily. All of your sun kissed skin is on display in the tiny faded pink panties you don for swimming.

He’d never found humans particularly pretty before you. The intense differences in their bodies had never appealed to him-

But Eywa, are you something to look at.

Time had been kind to you, and as you’d grown your body had morphed into something goddess like. You’re a real looker, his father had claimed. Would’ve been a total knockout back on Earth.

You’re all plush curves. Your breasts are pert and sit like rip hanging fruit on your chest, your hips wide and thighs jiggly and thick. And your waist…he’s sure if he put his much larger hands around them, his fingers could touch. He could cage you in his hold.

That thought has him biting his tongue, hard enough to taste metallic. You turn a bit, your laughter chiming over the glittering water like soft wind at some dry joke Kiri made.

Your hair color is light, lighter than any Na’vi’s and falls down around your shoulders in thick waves. He can only make out the side of your face but your full lips are pulled into a coy smile and your light jade eyes sparkle and all hell. Neteyam is so gone on you.

You’re like nothing he’s seen and definitely nothing he’s had.

And since his Iknimaya he’s had his first pick of the women of the clan.

He’s tasted passionate huntresses and flexible dancers alike and none of them satiate his thirst. None of them are able to replicate what he can only imagine you might taste like. It’s almost pathetic how many women he’s had and how many times he’s almost called out your name as he emptied his seed.

Neteyam’s more discreet about his romps than his brother, that’s for sure- but still. It’s a known fact that he’s an unmated male at his prime and that comes with a certain appetite. He can have anyone he wants, any Omatikayan woman would be glad to spend a night with him.

Yet somehow he’s lurking, hiding in the bush. Watching you longingly. Simpering like a pre-teen and pining over the way that the sunlight plays in the strands of your hair.

He shakes himself from his embarrassing reverie.

No one would be able to tell that just moments before he’d been debating on stroking his cock to just the sight of you, lurking in the trees like a creep. No. As he approaches its with his head held high and a sharp smile on his handsome smile.

“Brother!” Kiri grins, sitting up once she clocks him.

“What are you girls up to?” Neteyam greets. Cool as a cucumber.

“Nothing much, just been here since dawn. The waters so high this year!” Kiri picks up a fruit from beside her, peeling at its tender meat “everyone’s been out here today-on the other side, but no one knows how to get to this spot so we’ve had the beach all to ourselves”

You’re coming in from the lapping shore, beaming at him “Look at all the paysul(waterlily) that’ve bloom! I’ve never seen this many- isn't it amazing?”

“They are very beautiful. The rains were hard this year. I’m surprised the flooding wasn't worse” Neteyam tries not to focus on how tiny your chest covering- the bra as you call it- is. He turns his attention to his sister instead.

“Where’s Tuk, I cant believe she’d miss a chance to swim with you guys”

“She’s with mom, stuck on weaving duty since she tore grandma’s favorite tapestry” Kiri snorts because her baby sister had thrown a complete fit when she had been told she couldn't come “What about you? I thought you we’re too busy to hang out with the likes of us”

“I was able to make a little time for my favorite girls” Neteyam jests, amused by your eye roll and Kiri’s scoff “Plus, Lo’ak told me you need some humbling. Seems you forgot who’s the best diver in the family”

“Oh, you’re on, Teylupil(penis face/dick head)”

After stripping down to only his cloth, his cumberband and com left on shore, he slips into the cool refreshing water with a pleased “Ah”. Enjoying the gentle current against his skin-only to be tacked under the surface by Kiri and all of her bony lanky limbs moments later.

The sun soaked afternoon is filled with laughter and splashing. It’s exactly what he needs.

The three of you play in the river like children. Neteyam and Kiri go at it like the always do- careful to be gentle with your smaller form as you join in. It’s easy to forget the looming pressure of the hunt while he’s jumping from the rushing waterfalls and racing his sister, discreetly preening when he wins and you cheer him on with little claps.

Eventually you all tire.

Kiri floats on the water and goes to that place in her head that she so often does. Completely at peace to be surrounded by nature. She claims it’s when she can best hear Eywa.

Neteyam keeps a bit of an eye on her to make sure she doesn't randomly fall asleep again. Hoping she’d have the sense to get back to the beach before that happened.

Water floods his face and goes right up his nose.

His head snaps to you, spluttering and wiping at his eyes, “What the hell?”

You just giggle innocently before disappearing beneath the surface.

Neteyam’s tail flicks with interest.

He decides to let you get your little head start. His heart speeds up with the promise of a hunt before he starts his chase.He might be bigger then you but you're quick and slippery. Your mask giving you the advantage of not having to come up for air like he does.

When he grabs your ankle, so sure he’s got you, you all but kick him in the face to get away.

You little shit.

Fine.

If you want to play dirty, then he’s game.

He allows you to think you have a chance. That you may be winning the little game. You’re heading for the waterfall, planning to hide behind it.

He’s bigger and more trained than you could ever hope to be.

It only takes one well planned move and you’re done.

He yanks a hold of you, secure. He holds you then, your back against his chest and his strong muscle corded arms wrapped around you from behind before propelling the both of you through the pounding waterfall and into the small, closed off cave behind it.

“Neteyam!” You whine, squirming in his hold like a fish and he just laughs because honestly. He can barely feel it. You’re trying to escape with all his might and he’s holding you the way he might hold a child throwing a tantrum.

He leans in close, burying his face in your wet hair, close to your ear “I win, Sylaung(flower)”

He feels you shiver in his arms and it just makes him hold you tighter. He could keep you like this forever, if you’d only let him. Instead he can feel without you even saying so how hesitant you feel about this

“I think I deserve a prize” he pushes on even further and you give him a confused, side ways look. He so graciously allows you to turn in his hold until your chests meet, face to face.

“Like what?” you wonder and you’re too cute. You’re looking up at him, struggling to treading water with your smaller legs- Neteyam lifts you higher, until you’re bracing your hands on his broad shoulders and he’s holding you above the current. Supporting you totally.

“Well what can you give?” His inquiry is almost condescending and you shrug.

“I’m fresh out of gold stars” you tease and he barks out a laugh. Do you think he can't tell? That he can't see the way your cheeks flush and your pulse hammers beneath the delicate skin of your throat?

“What about a kiss” he offers offhandedly and your face scrunches up in a glare automatically.

“You don't want to?...”

“Why do you make fun of me like this, Neteyam” It’s not often he hears your voice this hard, soured by embarrassment and self doubt.

“I’m not making fun of you” he insists with a sigh “I don't know why you always say that. When have I ever given you the impression that I’d do that?”

You won't meet his gaze. Your green eyes flick, anywhere but on him. Zeroing somewhere behind his back. All too interested on the rocky cave wall.

“If it wasn't for this damned mask” Neteyam husks, low and sincere “I’d kiss you right now”

Even still, you don't seem convinced. Won't look at him until he takes your face in his hand, his fingers gentle but insistent. They grip the mask at your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Why don't you believe me?”

“I’m nothing like the Omatikaya women you’ve been with” you say plainly like it's so obvious. Like it's a problem.

“I know”

“You didn't even like me growing up. You thought I was annoying”

“That isn't true-”

“It is” you insist haughtily “you’d make fun of me for talking to my plants”

He doesn't mean to laugh, really he doesn't. It’s not the time for it and it just pisses you off even more. He doesn't let you out of his arms even when you swat at him. “Listen, I’m sorry. I think it’s very sweet the way you talk to your plants. I want you to talk to me just like that, please”

That earns him a little giggle and he feels very pleased with himself.

You play with his hair often, most times it's mindless. A way to distract yourself. Your small deft fingers twirl along his adorned braids. He craves the scritch of your manicured nails on his scalp.

“How do you want me to kiss you? If I have my mask on” The interest in your hair is only just veiled. Your attempt at being nonchalant fails.

“Hmm” Neteyam feigns thinking, face screwed up “I think I could come up with a few ideas”

A few thousand more like it. You were the star of all of his fantasies. You, twisted and contorted into positions that would surely make you blush. You, with your mouth hanging slack in pleasure. Screaming his name-

But you hadnt agreed to that. You only, just barely, agreed to let him kiss you.

When he leans in its slow. Slow enough to give you time to push him away.

The waterfall roars in the background, white noise, but even it can't drown out the thunderous beating of your frantic heart.

Then his lips are pressed against your throat, gulping in the sweet scent of you. He cant kiss your mouth, but he can kiss the sweet, smooth column of your neck. Your clavicle. Your quivering shoulders. The heavy flesh of your breast. His kisses are open mouthed, his rough textured tongue dragging over your skin, leaving saliva trails in their wake-

You gasp sharpley when drags the skimpy fabric of your bra down so he can get at your pebbled nipple. He’s just about to suckle, when the moment is broken.

“Guys! Where’d you go?!”

It’s Kiri. Obviously awake from her nap like meditation time.

Your eyes go comically wide and Neteyam reluctantly releases you. Not wanting to get caught with an armful of pretty, half naked human. He’s thankful for the cold water and the way that he can hide the hardness tenting his tweng.

He catches you by the wrist before you can dip beneath the falls-

“We’re not done here, Sylaung” the promise leaves his lips fevor laced and full of heat.

You can only gulp and nod dazed, “I still owe you a kiss” your sweet voice reminds, before you’re ducking back under the water.

Leaving him dazed and buzzing for a moment before he gets it together and follows.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Days later he still hasn't gotten his prize.

Although he’s celebrated by his clan, praised for his successful hunt, he feels like something is missing.

The Harvest Season and its celebrations are well underway. Every night there's dancing and singing around the large bonfires we’re fragrant spiced tailong meat roasts. Neteyam is highly decorated; feathers adorn his freshly braided hair and he's donned his most ornate cumberband. He’s hauntingly handsome

Spider and Lo’ak are sat near the main fire, laughing heartily and sharing a leather gourd full of liquor between themselves.

Spider’s obviously drunk and eyeing Kiri hungerly as she dances with Tuk- he’d never do that sober. Not with Neytiri so near. Lo’ak is lounged out, an attractive female in his lap. She giggles madly at whatever filth his little brother whispers in her twitching ear.

Jealousy bubbles acidicly in Neteyam’s belly and again, he wonders where you are. Why you arent here, in his lap. Letting him woo you.

He figures he’ll have to go to you then, if you won't come to him.

First thing to do is find you.

“Hey, Spider!” the human man is the best place to start. Spider’s eyes are glassy under his mask and still. His friend is excited to see him, greets him with a hand shake and a small hug.

“Neteyam, man! Where have you been all night?”

“Around, you know how it is” Neteyam shrugs, sitting sown on the log, accepting the gourd and taking a swig of the thick sticky sap inside. It burns all the way down.

“This partys essentially for him- I’m surprise you we’re able to get away from dad” Lo’ak shit-talks, like he always does. It’s good natured for the most part “I thought he might throw you a parade or something. Call in the clans-”

“Fuck you, man” Neteyam chuckles, shaking his head at Lo’aks theatrics. “Don't be jealous”

“Jealous of dad? Nah” Lo’ak “Now the women you’re getting? That I might be jealous of”

“Hey!” the girl in his lap, a weaver from a modest family, squrims, pinching at his shoulder “You’ve got all the woman you need for the night, sayrip”

She squeals when Lo’ak squeezes her tight around her middle and blows wet raspberry kisses into her neck.

Neteyam just rolls his eyes and shares a little look with Spider. By the next eclipse, Lo’ak wouldve moved on. He has a knack for loving and leaving.

“Why arent you out there, bro? I saw Amitsa giving you the eyes! She’s so hot and she doesnt ever give anyone the time of day” Spider juts his chin and sure enough. The woman is giving Neteyam longing looks from across the fire. She’s a pretty thing and her sultry voice is renowned in the tribe. He’d be lying if he said he wasnt attracted to her “You’re not gonna go try to get at that?”

No. He’s not.

“Uh” Neteyam scratches the back of his neck “I was actually looking for Flora, I havent been able to find her around lately”

Of course, that sets of a exactly what he knows it would.

His brothers are assholes and have teased his merciesly since discovering his obsessive crush. Spider knocks his much smaller shoulder against Neteyam’s and Lo’ak hoots with laughter.

“How someone can be pussy whipped for pussy they haven't even had is beyond me” Lo’ak snorts and Neteyam gives him a warning growl, his lips snarled up.

It’s nothing he hadn’t heard before.

Lo’ak finds it endlessly amusing that Neteyam had his eye on you, the tiny human he’d grown up so lukewarm about. It had always been his siblings; Kiri and Lo’ak and Tuk that were close with you growing up. Neteyam had never shown a speck of interest until your figure had grown curvy and supple-

“Piss off, I wasn’t asking you” Neteyam gives his best big brother stare down. His golden eyes hard and unimpressed before looking to Spider, hairless brows raised “You know where I could find her?”

“Listen man, she said wasn’t interested in hanging out with anyone tonight” the human man starts with a sigh and Neteyam’s growl is low and warning “-but I’m sure you can find her where she always is”

Neteyam wracks his brain for a moment “The Greenhouses?”

“Bingo” Spider nods, an almost sympathetic look in his eye as he watches Neteyam jump to his feet and set off.

Lo’ak sniggers and the girl in his lap scoffs and mutters something about “shameful, being that twisted up about a tawtute” but Spider says nothing.

Instead his plixr hazed eyes focus on the figure dancing close to the firelight. Kiri lets out a twinkling laugh at something Tuk says and yeah. Spider understands Neteyam. He understands being completely obsessed with something you’ve never had.

Instead of taking a note from his much braver brother, he lifts his mask and takes another shot of the acidic syrup.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Neteyam could make the trek through the forest to Hells Gate in his sleep..

He’d spent a good chunk of his childhood retracing these exact steps, headeded for the familiar concrete fortress that made up the last human outpost on Pandora.

Neteyam had always been far too similar to his mother, for countless reasons. But his distaste for everything industrial was one of the main reasons. As he got older he spent less and less time here. Couldnt be found in the cold echoing hallways like Lo’ak and the girls coul

But even he could admit.

There’s something beautiful about the Greenhouses.

With their dome like structure, the big glass buildings are a fortress for the humans. Inside they’re as hot and humid as the Pandoran rainforests- but circulating Earth air so that the fruits and vegetables that are native to Terra Firme can grow, even on this alien planet.

Neteyam makes his way inside, plugging in the codes into the keypad and letting himself in through the pressurized doors that slide closed right behind him. His eyes are peeled, taking in all of the foreign greenery, hoping to catch a flash of tanned skin or light hair in the cracks between trees.

The Greenhouses are huge. There’s orchards of apples and oranges and long deep garden beds full of root vegetables. Enough to feed the Hell’s Gate settlement throughout the year, to trade with the People of the Omaticaya.

No matter, he’s a blooded hunter after all.

He hones in on that training as he tracks your path. Your footprints along the cement floor are light, and really you barely leave any trace of yourself at all. You float along with light steps and Neteyam truly thinks if you had been born one of the People you would’ve made a fine huntswoman-

He finds you in the shade of the orange trees. You’re up on a stool, gathering the plump fruit and humming a pleasant little tune.

You’re ethereal in artificial sunlight.

You’re something out of the books that Norm used to read to them when they were kids. His favorite had been the one about the boy who would never grow up and the island of Neverland. And the tiny golden dust covered pixi that flitted from page to page.

A fairy.

A being not quite real. Too gentle and feminine to exist.

He likes the tawtute clothes you wear. The small top that clings to your breasts like a second skin and the flowy patterned skirt. Of course if it was up to him you’d only ever wear the garments of the People- or even better, Nothing at all.

You reach too high, strained up on your tippy toes and Neteyam feels irrational fear at that. At all of your delicate skin and breakable neck-

He’s beside you in an instant and he doesn't need a ladder to reach the high hanging fruit you’d been struggling for. He grabs the fruit with one hand while the other stabilizes you, his big palm spread out across the small of your back.

You gasp at his warm touch. Your head snapping in his direction and legs going wobbly.

“Neteyam!”

“Flora” He sighs as he urges you down from the ladder, takes the heavy bucket of fruit from your hands “You really do need to be more careful”

You splutter for a moment, still shocked at his sudden arrival “I- ugh! I was fine!” you insist haughtily “It’s not like I don't do this all of the time. You didn't need to come help me, I can manage perfectly fine on my own”

“Need to help you?” Neteyam cocks his head a bit.

“Yeah…I mean. Why else would you be here?” you ask, scratching awkwardly at your arm for a moment “Tonight's the celebration. You really should be back with the clan-”

“As should you” He cuts you off firmly. Not liking the way that you’re trying to separate yourself from the tribe. From him “I have not seen you for days. Do you not want to feast with our people?”

You sigh, looking away from him. Biting at that plump ever pink bottom lip of yours. Always shy, he knows he needs to bring you out of your shell. You’ll find a way to run away from him again if he doesn't.

“I didnt come here to help you” Neteyam admits because he’s selfish and because you’re too beautiful. Even more so, since you’ve been hiding from him. Avoiding his attention.

“Oh really?” you’re not coy by nature but there's something in your eyes. In the way you’re looking up at him “Then what are you here for?”

“My kiss”

Your pupils expand, just the tiniest bit but he can see it. He can see it all. Every inch of your pretty face, unbridled by that cumbersome mask you usually are forced to don. He can see every freckle and blemish- and the way that a blush creeps across the apples of your cheeks.

“A deals a deal” Neteyam insists at the prolonged silence. At your nervous flicking gaze.

“Okay” is your sweet reply and he can only stare at your plump lips. A man with one thing and one thing only on his mind.

You don't protest when he reaches for you. When his big hands go around your waist and tug slowly until he’s enveloping you in his chest. You fit so perfectly, right under his sternum. Stare up at him with wide eyes that flutter closed the closer he inches his face towards yours.

The kiss is wet and electric and Neteyam wants to eat you whole.

Any awkwardness that comes from the size difference is soon overcome by the desire that simmers between you. You let him lead, always so willing to go with whatever flow he may give. Let him nip at your delicate bottom lip until he can almost taste the metallic twang of blood. Let him stick his much bigger tongue into your warm mouth, and then down your constricting throat.

As you make little gasping choking sounds, he imagines it's his huge pulsing cock stealing the air from your lungs instead.

You gasp for breath when he pulls away, as he trails kisses down your soft jaw. He cant stop, wants to taste you everywhere. Every inch of skin. He know it must be overwhelming- if your heaving breaths and mewls are anything to go by, he knows you’re feeling every inch of the mind spinning need that he is.

Still,

No matter how much he gropes at you with rough hands and drags spit soaked kisses over your neck and chest, youre so good for him. Such a good girl. Holding on for any ride he might take you on. Your fingers twined in his silky braids arent there to push him away, but to pull him closed.

When he grasps you by the back of your thighs and hoists- you wrap your legs around his slim waist, your ankles hooking at his lower back.

The helpless noise you make goes straight to his groin.

Neteyam lies you down on hard floor. He’d rather have you in the warmth of his Kelku, or under the stars, but at least here he can get at your maskless face. At your bare lips. Once he’s cradling your head safely and tucked in between your spread thighs he's at you again. Ravenously.

You’re so docile, so eager to let him take whatever he wants.

“Flora” he husks into your hair and you shiver.

“Yeah?”

“Flora” Neteyam brings your little body even closer.”You have no Idea. I have to have you. I need-”

You squeak needily “You can have whatever you need” and gasp when Neteyam kisses your cheek. Your lips. Your jaw. Your neck. Your nerves are on fire and your hips grind against his.

“I need this body. I need to see all of it, you drive me crazy” Neteyam armits as he tugs on your top and you help him pull it up over your head. You dont wear a bra, why would you? Your pretty rosy nipples are all on display for him. Pebbled and begging for attention, He laps slowly with his wide textured tongue at the puffy nub.

He suckles like a newborn until you’re chivalry and making hurt little sounds, until your pretty chest is covered in blooming bruises.

And then he’s dragging his wanting mouth down. Past your heaving ribs and over your soft belly. Neteyam hikes the flowy material of your skirt up high, until he can bend down and poke his head underneath.

“Oh!” you gasp, writhing a bit. Your thighs trying to close on instinct.

You’re so wet for him, the smell of it is thick and heady and he digs his nose into your inner thigh and snuffles. Its mouthwatering.

And it bit mortifying, from your end. Having the large man with his head buried under your skirt as he sniffs at your core-

When he licks a fat stripe over you, wetting up the thin material of your panties you cry out. No ones ever touched you like this and here he is, licking at your clothed pussy. Over and over until the fabric is translucent and sticky with your flowing juices.

“Please” you mewl, gathering the fabric, yanking until you can see him.

Its filthy and erotic. The sight of his hulking blue body between your trembling tanned thighs. So alien. So taboo-

“Please what, sylaung?” Neteyam taunts, his golden eyes meeting yours. They shine with mirth, and lust. So much lust. When he noses at your pink flowery panties you throw your head back, eyes squeezed closed. Unable to take the sight any longer “You want me to take care of you?”

“Yes” you sob because you’re pulsing and you can barley breathe you’re so horny “Please take care of me with your tongue”

Neteyam strips you then, out of your skirt and cute little panties and you’re lying under him. Naked and flushed and wanting.

He shoulders himself exactly back where he wants to be. Where he’s always wanted to be.

“Don't worry, I’ll take care of this sweet pussy for you”

Oh god. Your head is spinning.

You can barely think as he kisses on the jiggling fat of your thighs.

“I’m sorry” you gasp.

Neteyam hums right against your core and you can feel the vibrations throughout your entire body “What for?”

“I’m so messy” you whisper, that pink blush blooming all over your body.

Groaning, Neteyam can't wait any longer. Your flavor bursts along his taste buds. Tangy and earthy and decadently sweet. He’s had his fair share of cunt before, but he’s never tasted a humans and he’s shocked at how saccharine it is. It’s sticky and coats his mouth and throat. His lips and nose and chin as he digs in.

“Neteyam!” You wait.

“Fuck. Oh, Eywa. One Second” Neteyam sits up and adjusts himself where his painfully hard under his tweng and the ache in you deepens. You try to be good, try to be still as he leans in and licks at you again. Kisses your pussy in that same beautiful passionate way he kisses your lips.

He’s good. Too good at this. He’s had too much practice and you never had a chance againts that oversized mouth.

“Holy fuck” the words sound even more vulgar in your honeyed voice “Fucking hell, Nete. Nete. I’m almost there”

Neteyam grin is hidden between the lips of your pussy. He doubles down, letting you hump and soak his face. Then lapping back at inside of you in a repetitive and ceaseless rhythm, One that has you shaking, arching up off the ground. Your plush thighs closing, clamping around his head as you come.

Your orgasm cinches tight and rushes around you, inside of you, out of you with a gush of slick. It’s so deep. So strong, that it takes a moment for you to truly peak and it leaves you in a daze. Out side of your body as you fuck up againts Neteyams mouth like a wild animal.

You’d never come so hard in your life and it takes a while for you to recenter.

Once youre able to focus past the rushing in your ears, the first thing you notice is Neteyam’s face streaked with wet. Your blush blooms across your cheeks as you both breathe unevenly into the quiet.

“Did that feel good?” Nereyam knows it did, but still. He needs to ask. Needs to hear you say it.

You giggle, girlish and airy as your dainty hand releases his hair and cups at his cheek “So so good. I’ve never felt anything like that before”

His grin is all too feline and seeing those white canines gleam so close to the most sensitive part of you is a little alarming.

“There’s so much more to come, yawntutsyip” Neteyam promises, leading back down. His fingers play with the jiggle of your thigh- so different then any of the Omaticaya women he’s had You squirm a bit, clearly overstimulated, but keep your legs spread anyway.

Neteyams long digits prod gently at your pussy lips. You’re oddly pretty here. All red and rosy and inflamed, like that blush he loved so much on your cheeks. He spreads you with two fingers so that he can look at you inside. At your quivering pink folds and your tiny little hole that clenches when he runs his finger along it.

“You’re so small here” he whispers, completely hypnotized by it “So fucking tight. You’ll never be able to take me”

You whimper unhappily “Don’t say that. I want to- please just try”

“Shh,” Neteyam soothes your cries. Your dazed worries. He distracts you with his tongue, as it swirls over your throbbing clit. It feels a bit like sandpaper to your nerves, but you can get enough.

When his finger begins to breach you, you hold your breath.

Its big, but youre so loose from your first orgasm, so desperate to be filled that he sinks in until the hilt.

Its maddening after that and you grind the back of your head into the hard concrete under you- your eyes closed and your mouth hanging open. The sounds you make are feral and raw-

Neteyam fucks you open with one and then two fingers until its easy. Until the sweet stretch doesn't burn- instead its slippery and wet.horribly wet as Neteyam feasts on you as he fucks you with his fingers-

“Too much-Fuck” you weakly try to pull away from the assult of pleasure but he he’s too strong. Pins you down. Makes you take whatever he wants to give you.

When he lifts your hips up even higher to take a curious lick at your puckered asshole you white out.

This orgasm isnt like the first. You sink under the waves of this one. Your muscles cramp with the intensity. You cant come back to yourself, you can’t cling to anything but Neteyam. You cant even scream.

He’s everything, as he soothes you. As he makes you feel things you’ve never felt before.

“H-hurts” you whimper, eyes filling up with tears. Pussy aching.

“Just a little more baby” Neteyam huffs as he licks at you and stuffs the hand that's covered in your cum down his own tweng. It lubricates the fast and furious pumping of his fist along his rock hard cock.

He cant fuck you tonight, thats something the two of you will have to work up to. He’ll teach your tiny body to take him. To crave penetration.

But with his tongue buried in your pulsating pussy and your scent all around him its easy enough to pretend. Easy enough to imagine shoving himself into you slowly. Stretching you’re ruined. Your hole would never be the same. You’d forever gape because of him-

Neteyam comes with a roar and dirties his loincloth up like a teenager.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Later, after he’s cleaned you both up the best he can and gathered you to his chest. After he’s taken a sip from the breathing mask and nuzzled ar your wispy soft baby hairs that are plastered against the side of your sweaty head-

That he has the urge to read that book again. The one with the fairies. As he watches your slumbering face, your nose scrunching and lips pursing, he thinks the onlt thing missing is the gossamer wings,

His own little fairy.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

AAAAAAND we’re done.

First and foremost I want to give the wonderful @oakbuggy her accolades. Her Neteyam x Flora art inspired this fic 100%. A couple months ago I actually messaged her begging her to let me right this for her because I just couldn't get over this crackship of dreams. Thank you for being so patient with me. I hope you enjoy that overstimulation, baby!

PLEASE GO CHECK OUT HER ART. It’s sooooo delish.

This was a monster to write because I just had so many different ideas of what I wanted to do with the two of them and couldn't pinpoint where exactly I wanted the plot to go. Even now its a bit messy but still. I’m a fucking sucker for Neteyam x Flora and I would be more then happy to write more of them if thats something everyone would be into.

Please give me some feedback. What did we think about this writing style? Do we like the Y/N route more?

Until next time sweet honey bees!

[legomonkiefics]

👑🧡 Wukong x Male Reader — Clingy Clones (Drabble) 🧡👑

Genres: Fluff, Romantic, Comedy, MLM || he/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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You made your way to the waterfall atop Flower Fruit Mountain, prepared to meet Wukong for another day of relaxation. The Great Sage had been your boyfriend for more than a few months now, and he was very welcoming to you visiting him at his dojo. The smaller monkeys of the Mountain seemed to love you too, so they were always great to visit.

You stood before the sealed waterfall, messaging Wukong that you were here. Your message had been read less than a minute ago when you saw the familiar glow of the waterfall's seal, and said seal fading away. This seemed rather fast for Wukong, but maybe he was already outside? You put your phone back in your pocket with a shrug as you waited for the water to fully disappear. When it parted, Wukong's grinning face greeted you. He excitedly pulled you into the grassy green fields on the other side.

When you were met with his leather armor against your chest in a tight hug, you chuckled and hugged him back. When you separated, you looked up to meet his golden pupils. Then... another Wukong showed up over his shoulder? And a third?? The three identical Sages were all grinning at you, before one of them hopped from behind the Wukong you were hugging. He wrapped you in his arms on the other side of you, the third holding you in the available space and patting your head. They were all speaking at once.

"Sunshine!"

"There's my pretty boy!"

"Hey there, handsome! How are you today?"

You were confused at how you were somehow seeing triple, and even more the fact that they were all cooing and gushing over you at once. Even more so when a fluffy tail wrapped around your waist, tugging you out of their arms. You felt steady hands grasping onto your shoulders. You look up, seeing yet another Wukong. This one had a troubled expression that faded to a nervous smile when he saw you. "Wukong..?" You began uncertainly, and this one brought you in for a hug as well, his chin resting on your shoulder. "Hey, Sunbeam. How are you?" The King asked softly. You almost relaxed, until three pairs of firey eyes glaring into your back registered in your head. You leaned back, looking to the three. "Pretty well, except for... them" you answered, Wukong looking to them. "Oh, yeah. They saw your message and came running over".

"I see" You hummed before gently stepping out of Wukong's grip. He kept his tail wrapped around you for safety, shuffling behind you as you slowly approached the clones. You reached a hand out, and the one in the middle stepped up. He took your open hand, holding it in his own and smiling gently. The other two began huffing immediately. "Hey! I wanna be close to him too!" the one on the left protested. "I barely got to see him! Let me up!" the one on the right chimed in. Wukong rolled his eyes at their attitude, a hint of embarrassment flushing his cheeks under his peachy eyemask.

You smiled, opening your arms. The clones immediately brightened, all swooping in at once to wrap you up in their arms. Wukong made a startled noise, leaning in to keep an arm around you the best you could. Though you were squished with your boyfriend on all sides, you couldn't help but chuckle at the feeling of three fluffy rust-colored monkies petting and nuzzling you, as the real Wukong held you close to his chest and his tail on your waist. "Can we keep them for a little longer?" You asked your Wukong, who looked to the touchy clones. "You sure you want them, Sunbeam?" he asked, and you nodded with a smile. "Of course, why would I pass up the opportunity to have three of you?" You asked playfully, nuzzling into the nearest clone.

Wukong sighed, smiling as he kissed the back of your shoulder "Then sure we can, handsome". With that, all five of you went inside. The four Kings didn't stop clinging to you the entire time, all wanting some connection with you. You decided to take refuge where Wukong kept his cot to sleep in, the clones arranging the pillows and blankets to fit all of you in a comfortable nest. Your Wukong kept holding you tight, nuzzling into the back of your neck with a soft sigh. He closed his eyes as you stayed in the center of them all, a warm cuddle pile soothing you to sleep

[iid-smile]

waterfall , tomioka giyuu

x gn!reader ! giyuu using his water breathing, he asks for permission to confess and impress you!

author's note: im having writers block with kny specifically (future sunny: thats a bad excuse btw... i just dont because idk what to write for majority of the characters) so literally everything these days is jjk. justice for kny!!!!

double author's note: hi... future sunny here. this message ^^ yeah, that was FOUR WEEKS AGO now its just laziness rather than writers block... thats why the dialogue has literally no description half the time and i really did not want to finish this

triple author's note: ahaha i bet you've never seen three in a row 😈 anyways i forgot to post this after i proofread it half asleep so here u go

"do you like rivers?"

"mhm."

"what about lakes?"

"i like anything to do with water, tomioka. you don't need to worry so much about what i like."

"i'm not worried." giyuu's gaze turns away from you, like it always does, and he looks straight ahead. "there's just something i want to try."

though slightly wary of his intentions, you know that giyuu isn't the type of guy to put you in situations where he doesn't have your consent first. and quite clearly, it's something to do with water, because he's been awfully chatty about different bodies of water, fishes, and just nature in general. it's difficult to make a guess of what he's planning, because sometimes he can just be so unintentionally unpredictable. and weird. he's a weirdo.

you walk behind him so he's able to lead the way. now that he's gone all quiet again, you can't help but furrow your eyebrows a bit. something he wanted to try? what could he possibly want to try in the middle of the night? let alone in a forest...

finally, he comes to a halt. obviously, you're a bit... confused, being stopped in front of a large, and deep body of water surrounded by rocks.

"hold my hand."

"why?"

as if he knew you were going to ask that, he turns to face you with not a single change in his expression, neatly holding out his hand to you. "i'm going to do something, and i don't want you to slip." something. there's that something again.

your eyes flicker from his hand to his face just a few times, then to the surroundings, looking out for anything odd. he wouldn't be the type to prank you, would he?

"do you not trust me?"

"i do. it's just this something that you mention..."

"don't worry. i won't do anything bad."

would it be bad to say that he immediately soothed your worries? he was already speaking more than he usually would, and you noticed his free hand was always on the handle of his sword, so he's vigilant. no worries at all. you take his hand. it's cold, and unexpectedly smooth. "what are you going to do?"

no answer. he takes a step closer to the edge, just one little tip toe away from the surface of the water. "by any chance.." giyuu remains quiet, head bowed to the water below before his eyes move back up to yours. "do you have a significant other?"

"no..."

"then," for a beat, he looks off to the side, and then turns his head back to you. "can i ask for your permission for me to... attempt to court you?"

"ah, is this why you brought me all the way out here? you have feelings for me?"

"...you found me out."

"you just told me that?"

"i didn't mean to."

the back of your hand comes up to your lips, poorly silencing your giggles. "you're a bit silly sometimes."

no response. "come."

giyuu takes a step down from the rocks, and into the body of water. from above, it was difficult to tell how far down the bottom of the lake was. "my clothes—"

he cuts you off. "don't worry. they won't get wet."

maybe he's telling the truth, since his aren't either. one last time, you look down at your covered feet, a nervous twitch running through them as the chill breeze suddenly became so apparent.

immediately, you're met with dreamlike arches of water and splashes surrounding the two of you, frozen in time and unmoving. for the first time, it feels like you're genuinely seeing his breathing technique visually, the sight similar to a vivid lucid dream. except this... this is way better. right in the climax, streams shoot up into the air, curving and twisting to form a heart in the center, then dispersing just as quick, the drops of rain disappearing into nothing as it touches skin.

it was beautiful, but beautiful wasn't even a word good enough to describe it.

"tomioka—?" but as you turn around, giyuu is nowhere to be seen. "huh? tomioka?"

you look left, and you look right. nobody's around: not a single life in sight. the trees are quiet, only the splashing of the waterfall fills in for the lack of noise around. and when you look down at your feet, you only see your legs submerged in water, all the way up to your knees. your haori steadily soaked up the liquid, the material darkening and growing heavier on your shoulders. "my socks!"

yes, you did have to walk home with wet tabi socks and zori with an uncomfortably damp surface. and yes, you did walk home with a constant flutter in your heart, not even knowing when the next time you'll catch a glimpse of him will be.

[mythicalmyles]

Hiya myth! Is it okay for me to request?

Because if it is, then can I request for a reader who is just a big ball of sunshine and a virgin?

You can put any creepy pastas and kinks c: That's all! Thank you :D

-🍀

Naga!Toby x Sunshine!Curious!Reader

(18+, Ovi, Overstimulation, Double pen, Dubcon, rimming, sex venom, breeding)

You stumbled over a branch, letting out a gasp as one sliced across your cheek. You let out a whine as you rubbed your cheek, fingertips coming back red. You pouted and slumped your shoulders, rolling your eyes as you shuffled back to your feet. Your lip twisted as you rooted through your bag, pulling out some antiseptic spray.

You tended your wound as best as you could, hissing as the liquid burned your wound. Luckily you didn't think it was that deep. Part of you was ready to give up, it had already been hours since you had set out on your exploration. But curiosity kept your feet moving, determined to see if the reports were real. Part of you knew it was stupid, for god's sake it was a report from almost 100 years ago.

But when you found it, you knew you had to find out. It was locked up in an old government building for a reason.

And that was that, you booked the flight and bought a boat. It had taken almost a year for you to get to the island, completely isolated and abandoned. It was thick with foliage, leaves almost triple your size. You pulled out a bottle of water, quickly downing the sweet liquid but careful to ration it. It didn't rain often but it was enough to not have to worry too much. The island was also ripe with fruits, it wasn't the best but it could keep you going as far as you needed.

You took in the sight for a moment as you mindlessly slipped your water bottle back into your bag, vibrant greens purples and reds filled your vision. It was breath taking, almost hard to believe somewhere existed on earth that was so beautiful.

You froze for a moment, focusing hard as you tried to listen closer to the sound. You let out a small breath as a smile spread wide across your features, quickly pulling the report out of your bag. It had been burnt but there was at least something to go on.

'Water ran red with blood

Everyone d'

There was water, and you could hear the sound of a very distant waterfall. It sounded really far away but hope overrode your brain and you hastily made your way towards it, batting leaves out of your way.

The sound got louder as you got closer, cementing that you were going in the right direction. You must've been speed walking for an hour before you finally had to stop, chest heaving as you practically dropped against a tree. Your mouth felt as dry as a bone in the desert, you practically ripped your bag open to get your water. Care going out the window as you chugged down the sweet liquid, you drank the entire bottle thanking the stars you at least had two more.

You popped the now empty bottle back into your bag, letting yourself breath as you stared up at the trees. You pulled out the report again, going to the page about its appearance.

'It had a long dark green patterned, scaled tail, it must have went on for at least four foot. It had long black spikes down its back and a ferocious human face permanently set in a scowl. It bleeds black as the night sky as it hisses and spits venom at those who dare get too close. It has already taken out five men

Gus torn in half beast gripped his ne

wont last much lo'

You read as best as you could around the burned edges, feeling bad for the poor creature. It probably just wanted to be alone, instead it was ganged up on and attacked. You knew there was a danger to what you were doing, it wouldn't trust humans. You knew that much. But you hoped coming alone and unarmed might make it see you wouldn't hurt it, you just needed to know more.

If what they had written was true and there really was a Naga out there, you had fixated on the being since you had first read about. Utterly hypnotised and hungry to learn more. A half snake half man, you almost shook in excitement. Surely if it wasn't entirely human then it wouldn't have a human life cycle? It was what you prayed for anyway.

Once you had finally relaxed into the tree you rose yourself back up, shaking out tense thighs and cracking your neck. "Let's go." You whispered to yourself, beginning your journey again.

Just as you felt you were going to drop dead, you finally saw it through the trees. A large pound and the waterfall that sounded like heavens trumpets. With a newfound energy you surged forward, ignoring the leaves and branches that scratched at your skin.

At this point all you could think about was the sweet water, all thoughts flung out of your mind as you raced towards the pond. You dropped to your knees as you cupped your palms and gulped up the water. It could be infected with something but at this point you didn't care, all that mattered was the cold liquid sliding down your throat as you guzzled it down.

You stretched forward, sliding your body into the water and letting out a groan of appreciation as the cool water sloshed against your skin. The heat on the island had gotten unbearable at this point and you finally relaxed as you felt the hot sticky sweat coating your body washed away.

You pushed your self up, shaking the water out of your hair as you finally took a look around. Eyes quickly drawn to the large green striped lump, eyes doubling as you scrambled up and ran over to it. You saw it laying passed out on the ground, you couldn't deny the fact your breath got sucked out of your lungs.

He was gorgeous, thick brown hair framing his pale face. Dark circles ringed his eyes and his chest was defined, his biceps thick. You had no doubt it could kill you in a heart beat, the thought alone excited you in a twisted way. You brushed the thoughts away, bending down and searching him for any obvious wounds. You found what looked like a tip of a spear stuck into his tail, mind thinking back to the report. From the angle it was, he wouldn't have been able to properly grip and pry it out himself.

You frowned, you didn't know it's anatomy. Just what humans guessed was it's anatomy. For all you knew you could tear a vein pulling it out, yet the thick yellow and black crust that had built up around it had your chances limited. It was clearly infected, it had to be removed.

You squatted down, hands grasping the spear tip as you pulled with all your might. His skin was thick and clung to it, but you finally got it, throwing it as far away as you could. Blood quickly ran from the wound and without a second thought you pulled your shirt off and used it to try and clot the wound. A sudden hiss and you dipped down just in time to miss venom that had been shot at you.

"I want to help!" You yelled out, keeping pressure on the wound. "Please don't move." He stilled, looking at you with an untrusting glare. Yet he made no move as you kept pushing down on his wound, his black blood soaking through your shirt and coating your hands.

"Why?" He hissed, baring his fangs at you in warning. "You didn't deserve what happened. I just. Want to know more about you." You hoped he was see the sincerity on your face, instead he spat again. At least he didn't aim for you. You tumbled back onto your ass as it rose up, towering over you and making you feel tiny.

You anxiously gazed up at him, fear sparking through your body. "Ssso you can tell other humanss where I am?" His voice bellowed and you swore it shook the entire forest. You threw your hands up, shaking them and your head. "No! I swear! I wont ever tell anyone." You gasped out as you slid back, his eyes glowing as his slit pupils constricted. His eyes searched your body. "You wont. You can't leave now." Your face dropped when he suddenly ripped you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"You would look ssssoo pretty full of my eggss." Your eyes bulged out as you choked. "Wh-what?" You shrieked out, panic swimming through your veins and stabbing you straight into the heart. "Theress no otherss like me. You will do." He chuckled as a long tongue suddenly ran up your neck, you let out a deep breath as you froze.

His abnormally long tongue ran over your neck, leaving saliva in its trail as it explored you. Whimpers left you when his tongue finally found your nipple, massaging the bud and smirking as you twitched in his grasp. He had no idea humans were so sensitive. He pulled you off of him, dropping you to the floor before quickly turning you around and shoving you face first into the ground.

You whined as he yanked off your shorts, clawed hands grasping your ass and spreading it apart. You dug your nails into the ground, yelping when you felt his tongue lick a stripe up your ass. "Wha-wha." You choked out, getting cut off when he dove his tongue into you. "A-Ah!" You whined out, back arching as his tongue dug deep inside of you rubbing the most sensitive parts of you.

You shook in his hold as he ate you out, his cheeks pressing against you as drool dripped down your ballsack. You sobbed as you rocked back, lost in the feeling of his tongue twisting inside of you. Your voice only got higher, his fingers leaving bruises on your ass as he gripped you tight, trying to keep you in place.

"Puh-please." You begged, entire body shaking. He slipped a finger into you, slurping obscenely around the digit. You came hard, you hadn't ever felt anything like this. You hadn't been touched by anyone before, and here a supposed mythical creature was tongue deep inside of you and you felt like you were floating away.

Despite already cuming you whined when he pulled his fingers and tongue out, a chuckle coming from him as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his hips. He pulled you close, mouthing your neck before biting down onto your flesh. You let out a groan at the pain, face scrunching up as your body began loosing up.

"What. Are you doing?" You questioned, voice lethargic. "You could never take me with out thiss." Instead of questioning him you rested your chin on top of his shoulder, almost passing out in his arms.

The feeling of something slimy rubbing against your hole had you moaning and pulling back, lidded eyes gazing at the naga. His hand wrapped around your neck, keeping your face in his view as he began sinking you down onto his cock. You whined desperately the further he pushed in, lungs sinking as you were stretched beyond your limit. Desperate begging falling from your lips as he bottomed out inside of you.

You looked down to see your stomach bulge with his cock, lips dropping and moaning at the sight of it. "You will do very good indeed." Toby thanked the god's for this, finally he had been provided a suitable mate to store his eggs inside of.

He easily bounced you on his cock, drinking in every moan that left your lips. Smirk coating his face as he watched his little mate writhe with pleasure all because of him. You were reduced to a moaning whining mess, crying in his arms as pleasure tore your very being apart.

You mindlessly rode him, head flung back as his hand around your neck kept you tethered to reality. You could barley take a breath, his cock hitting deep inside of you. You yelped when he slid two fingers into you, gasping at the burning stretch. "N-no. Too much." You rasped out. He chcukled. "it'ss okay. You can take it. I need to fertilisse my eggss." He grinned before he dove into your neck, sucking into your flesh.

"Aa-." You groaned out, voice wreaked. Once toby had worked four more fingers into you he pulled them out, laughing at the way you whined. "Don't worry. You'll be full sssooon." He drawled out, teeth gleaming in the now moonlight. You hadn't even noticed it hadn't gotten dark.

The feeling of another cock penetrating you threw all thoughts out of the window, breath and body freezing as you gaped at Toby. Choking as he slid his other appendage deep into you. He let out a loud groan. "F-fuck. Ssso goo-good." He groaned out, his self control leaving him as he began ramming into you. He punched the breath back into you and if you could be embarrassed you would, your voice was incredibly pitched and whiney.

You freely cried, moaning as you sobbed. Completely overwhelmed was how you felt as the Naga impaled you on not one but two cocks. You thrashed in his arms as your body shook, cum shooting out of your cock and coating both of your chests. Toby felt victorious, his mate clearly enjoyed their breeding. It made him ecstatic.

It wasn't long before you felt something push into you, before you knew it a few more somethings were shooting into you. You whined in confusion and slight fear, the idea of the naga actually inserting egg's in to you shaking you to your core. "You ca-can take it." You just whined pitifully, fully spent as your body spasmed around his cock.

You watched as your own stomach expanded, jaw dropping. You couldn't tell if you were horrified or excited. Before you could stop yourself you pressed your lips to his, whining into his mouth as his cum flooded inside of you. It felt almost unbearable.

He gently fucked you through it, stopping once he had finally given you all he could. "Ssso pretty. My pretty mate." He grinned while petting your hair, keeping his cocks buried deep inside of you so he didn't spill any of his precious eggs.

[simp-ly-writes]

Office Love (pt.3)

Can be read as a standalone. What if you quit one day and became an author instead? What would make your paths cross again and would you go back to the Vee's, to Vox?

Pairing: Vox x ex-employee!Reader

Warnings: 2155 words emotional angst, mention of blood and canon-typical language.

A/N: okay, maybe this will be the last chapter.... hahha! (thank you all for the support!)

Masterlist | Taglist | un-edited.

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist (PT.2)

"I quit!" you yell, ripping pieces of your hair out in frustration, as you shove your belongings into a cardboard box from around your office. Vox stands there shocked in the doorframe before quietly closing the door behind himself, moving to stand in front of your desk as he leans forward into your personal space.

"You what?" Vox asks with a low voice, you hear the wood of the desk creak from underneath his vicious grip yet you do not allow his threats to get to you. His screen threatens to blue as black and white bars appear where his mouth usual is projected.

You throw a finger towards his face before shoving him out of the way, box in arms as you kick the door open and storm down the hall, Box-tie now undone and sleeves rolled up, Vox chases after you, heart racing as you near the elevator.

One of Vox's assistants comes running up the stairs, back early from a meeting with Velvette, her mouth opens and closes as she whips her head between the two of you. Vox's hands are bloody, bits of wood are stuck in his palms while he shouts after your departing form. Numerous cubical workers look up from their stations at the noise.

"Amanda!" You turn on your heel, eyeing the woman and the buzzing phone in your hand, you feel the one in your own doing the same. Dropping the box at your feet, you quickly open the device as Vox debates weather or not to use his powers on you, they would only hate you more if they found out you did...

Your phone was blowing up with various texts in the group chat. Valentino and Velvette were sending a waterfall of messages, your phone was heating up between your hands as did the stare from a quickly approaching Vox. Clicking the phone off even though your heart ached form reading the prior messages, you threw the phone towards Amanda who scrambled to catch the device in time.

"You are in charge!"

"W-What?" Amanda looks up from the phone with wide eyes before beginning to protest, "No, no, no what are you doing! I don't have a death wish- wait, where the fuck are you going?"

"I quit," you say with a wide smile, picking up the box just as the elevator pings open. Velvette and Valentino stumble out and in this commotion and the various shouts of your protesting co-workers. "You what?!" the other two Vee's shout as Vox shoves them aside, stopping the elevator, leaving you stuck as Amanda blocks the stairwell.

"Whoever bought out your contract, I will pay double- fuck it, triple. You just tell me what the hell is going on," Vox voices out, looking down at you. Velvette stands beside, "You would be stepping back on your career if you went with the other guys, stick with us-"

Your smile turns to a large scowl as you shove Amanda aside, whispering a sorry while handing her your agenda from the top of your box as Vox rips the book out of her hands, following you down the stairs, only stopping to shout down to you, "Tell me, please darling. What has you like this? You are not one to quit just like this..."

You huff out, continuing to stomp your way down the flights, "Thats the thing, Mr. Vox." You start saying as the TV man's heart aches at the title and tone. "It's been a long time coming, I like working for you, shit- I LIKED YOU! But I can't live like this! I can't live with having to be bossed around the clock, in and out of the office. It feels like I never got the opportunity to switch off, to take a moment to step-back and freeze, breath, and enjoy those nights with you. I'm just so tried, I'm done boss. Please..." your voice trails off as you reach the final flight of stairs.

Vox had moved through the wired security cameras in the area to stand just behind you. His hand started to move towards you, wanting to pull you closer to him for one last time yet his hand died at your tired stare, your energetic and playful mask slipping as he cursed to himself. I should have know, the lack of touches, lunch breaks, shitty pranks...

He watches as you exit the building and the camera's flashing wildly in his face. Velvette is spamming call after call, he feels himself drowing in the dull buzz that rings in his ears, deciding to walk up the various flights of stairs in his thoughts before Valentino pulls him back into their apartment.

"Okay, Vox-baby," Velvette snaps, eyes casting between the viral #SingleV covering her home page and the sullen-faced overlord. "What the fuck did you do?"

Vox only shakes his head, continuing to internally curse himself internally as Valentino blows a cloud of smoke in his direction. "I warned you, pleasure and business do not mix unless you are in my neck-of-the-wood, darling~"

"Fuck you, Val," Vox states while kicking off his dress-shoes and throwing off his vest. Valentino only chuckles before a sadness finds it way across his spider-like features, "I will miss them truthfully, they complete our little team here but oh well, that Amanda bitch will do just as fine I'm sure. Do you think I could borrow them for a shoot?"

"Do whatever you want," Vox states before teleporting himself into your shared room, his face falling into your spot as he wallows. Velvette and Valentino look between one another with worried glances, this was not good for business.

--

↳ In the next few tears you would to take up work under a pen-name, becoming a famous author under one of Hells biggest publishers. You kept an anonymous identity, only sending your assistants under strict contracts to meetings- worried that a certain group of overlords would still be hot on your heels

↳ You had secretly kept in contact with Amanda, having become close friends when she gained time off work, updating you on everything going in and out of the Vee empire

↳ Amanda told you that she barley saw Vox, he would make his public appearances for cable television networks and Velvettes publications yet various gossip websites just as Amanda admitted to you- he kept to himself

↳ On her first week of being fill-in you, she stated how many times Vox would unconsciously yell out your name from his office with a hand open and spot cleared on his desk. Your heart ached at this information and yet these growing pains only got worse as she told you more and more throughout the years.

↳ Amanda was getting sick of always being compared to you, for good work that was never enough and bad work that you wouldn't dare present to him. You, you, you, in everyone's minds within that building as you hugged the poor girl who cried and whispered about quitting as well

↳ You ended up offering her a position with you and soon you both were never apart. Your next book release was your biggest hit yet, your mailbox was stuffed full with various offers yet your hands shook at the triple V emblem pressed onto a pad of paper

--

Calling on of your assistants in, their jacket flapped behind them with the speed as they tipped their hat to you with a grin, "What can I help with you boss?" "Be a doll and call the Vee's on my behalf- I would love for my book to go to the silver-screen!" you announce as editors cheer behind you

Smiling while popping a bottle on your balcony, your thumb rubs over Vox's signature with a smile, the various times you had to forge this exact print. A knock on the french doors behind you has your wine threatening to rock over the side of your glass as you allow Amanda to join you

Pouring out an extra glass for her, you nod through the daily report and all the answers your assistants have provided in their meetings, yet your eyebrows rise as she slows her speech and her voice becomes higher pitched. "Just get to it dear," you wave a hand at her while taking a sip out of your glass as Amanda chugs her own and you chuckle lightly at the performance. "Mr. Vox refused to talk to me or any of the other assistants- he insisted on talking to the author directly for their "creative input" or something like that"

Shaking your head with a small smile, you whisper control freak, underneath your breath as Amanda throws her head back in laughter before agreeing, "A pity he won't be talking to me still... in the morning call back and say you are reading from a script I have provided." Amanda nods her head before calling you both inside for dinner.

--

↳ The next morning when you are preparing yourself for a first date back on the town, your robe is falling off your shoulder as you squint into the misty mirror while addressing your hair. Your record player sings a tune from the attached bedroom as you hum along

↳ Soon a pair of footsteps are calmly walking into your room as you call out from the washroom, cursing softly about product falling int your eye, "you look wonderful," Vox claims with a breathy tone as you freeze in your spot, craning your neck to the side to observe the man leaning against the door frame, "as wonderful as I dream of and remember each and every day."

↳ You are unknowing of how to feel, a cocktail brewed in your system of perfectly mixed horror and affection. The line just threatening to be shoved. "Hello, Mr. Vox" you state with a professional smile watching as Vox's eyes keep flickering to your exposed skin

↳ A rapid pair of footsteps and hurried breathing call from the other side of your door, "I tried to stop them boss!" Amanda cries out as you yell back, "Its alright dear, I have things handled from here- tell Evan to take his lunch early today!" "Will do!"

↳ "Quite the company you have built here..." "Yes, and I am quite proud of my work as well if you are ever wondering for my return still," you voice while shoving the man aside, walking into your closet to the various suits that line the walls. You feel Vox's stare on you as he swallows loudly and strides after you, sitting on a bench within the large room

↳ "Please, baby," Vox calls to you, his palm facing upwards atop his thigh. "Please come back, you don't have to work, fuck lift a finger, I-I..." Vox's voice cracks as you pan your eyes over to him, "We are going to be working together, are we not?" you question with a raised brow

↳ Vox stumbles to reply quick, "Ah, Y-Yes, we are- I just... I miss you, miss us-darling-I am in love with you," "Vox" you reply in a breathy tone, dropping the shoes you were torn between wearning as you walk to stand in front of the man. His hands ache to pull you closer to him as you notice this pain flickering in his wires and hold his hands

↳ "Vox-dear, I love you too- just not enough to go back to us being like that, I need this film, Vox. I don't need a relationship with wires attached again..." "Well it's a good thing that Velvette is going to be head of production and producer with you as director of course. I have no hands on his project," he states while squeezing your hands.

↳ "you drive a hard deal," you tease out, dropping his hands to sit beside him, leaning your head against your shoulder as you hum out in contemplation, looking at your fingernails that deserve a new design. "I will need a promise on your side" "Anything." Vox states while resting a hand against your knee, "promise me that if I spend another night with you that we will be equals when the sun rises each morning."

↳ "Thats it?" Vox says as sigh out heavily and begin to stand, rolling your eyes, "No, No, No! That I can defiantly do, yes, yes, yes," he says while grabbing your hips, pulling you back down to him. Twisting to place your hand in his, you both shake on the deal with a laugh before a horrifyed assistant of yours comes stumbling into the room like a deer in headlights, "Get the fuck out," Vox yells in their face, chuckling as they flee and you slap his chest, "Don't talk to my employees like that Mr." You laugh, watching as his hands rise from your hips to up as if he were getting arrested

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist (PT.2)

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[anashins]

can you write something about jaehyun spoiling his s/o, practically being her sugardaddy

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: fluff, romance, a bit suggestive in the end

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Jaehyun just really wants to put these designer high heels on you and take you out, but he's afraid other men might look at you. So he better makes sure you're not leaving without another diamond.

A/N: Thank you for requesting! I didn't know how serious the sugar daddy part was, so I hope you still like my take on this :) Based on a real life conversation.

“Is it too tight, Miss?”

You took a deep breather. And again. The fabric of the clothing indeed closed tighter around your chest, but not to the point of where you felt like gasping for air. It fitted you perfectly, like it had been tailored right onto your body in your sleep.

“It’s fine.”

The shop’s employee nodded and dropped her hands from your back to the skirts of the dress that flowed down your hips in a waterfall of different chiffon layers, arranging the fabric by your legs. It was a stark contrast to the tight corset and made the entire gown stand out even more - and not only because of its bright red color alone.

Jaehyun has always had an immaculate taste. He had proven it by the different dresses, handbags and shoes he had gotten you in the past few months, but tonight, he definitely exceeded himself, even though you had deemed it impossible.

You hadn’t known what to expect when he had suddenly texted you that you would get picked up by 5pm and in front of you then didn’t stand your boyfriend, but a driver instead, to give you a ride to this high end boutique where the dress had already been picked up for you. 

“He also wants you to wear this.” 

Something cold got placed around your neck, and when your eyes found the object in the full body mirror in front of you, you stopped breathing visibly. The necklace was sparkling with different diamonds, and you could directly tell that it cost more than triple the deposit of your first apartment after university. 

You knew Jaehyun’s business was going well now, but not this well.

“Don’t you like it, Miss?”

Instantly, you shook your head, bringing your finger up to touch the pendant. You had been too stunned to speak. 

“I love it.”

“Very well. He’s waiting outside now. You can pick a pair of shoes in the shop directly yourself.”

The nice lady quickly adjusted your hair, checked your makeup and then nodded contently before she led you out of the fitting room and back into the actual shop that had already closed down just because Jaehyun had wanted privacy for you. 

And said man now stood by the window, his back turned to you. With an excuse, the employee left you two alone, and you then approached him with silent steps as your naked feet touched the ground.

“I surely didn’t miss our anniversary, did I?” you asked insecurely. “I don’t want to be rude or ungrateful, but Jaehyun… this is all very expensive, no matter how well your business is now doing.”

“Can’t I just spoil you every now and then, just because?” Jaehyun turned around with a smug smile. His hair was slicked back though a few thick strands had still gotten loose and fell into his forehead. He wore a dark gray suit that he had styled rather casually and in his hands, he was holding a pair of silver high heels that he then lifted and let it dangle in front of you. “I think these will make the look complete. Sit down.”

You did as you had been told and Jaehyun knelt down in front of you. With a deliberate motion, he raised his head to lock gazes with you, and you wondered why he didn’t continue.

"What is it?" you asked. 

“I wonder if I can really let you go outside like this.”

Your heart sank. “What do you mean… like this? Doesn’t the dress suit me? Is it the color? It’s too much, right? I’ll ask for an alternative…”

You gathered the skirts around your waist and already wanted to stand up, but Jaehyun pushed you back down. “No! I meant it like… Ah! I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. To even look at you. Maybe I should call the restaurant and have them empty the entire setup, so I can have this sight all to myself.”

You blushed. “Don’t say that…”

“No matter how much money I make now or will make in the future, it cannot buy me a beauty like yours, and I still got you - beautiful inside and outside. What a lucky man I am. Here, now let me help you.”

Jaehyun flipped over the skirts so that your lower legs were free. He gently touched your foot and put it in one of the heels. It fitted perfectly.

“I feel like Cinderella when the prince was searching for her,” you giggled. When Jaehyun had closed the strap, you stretched out the leg and admired how elegantly you looked in the heel. “All this for a visit in a restaurant though? Will we go to an opera after? Watch a play? Whatever it is, I’m so excited!”

“Neither. Just dinner.” He reached for your other foot.

“That’s fine too!” you declared happily. “As long as we can spend time together. But Jaehyun… it doesn’t need to be all this. I know your business is now skyrocketing, but you shouldn’t invest so much money in me. Lately, you've been spoiling me so much, I don’t know where to with all your presents. There is not much space anymore in our home. I’m getting by just fine with my job. Just take care of yourself first.”

He stopped all his motions. “Remember when we were still in that rundown apartment after university? Barely able to afford daily food?”

“Of course I do.” Because it had been the worst time in your lives.

“Back then, you worked three jobs while I was still studying. And when you cried one night because it was too much, I promised you that one day, you wouldn’t need to work anymore, I was going to make so much money, you wouldn’t need to worry about life a single day anymore. I was going to take care of you.”

You gulped. “I didn’t know you remember…”

Jaehyun led your foot into the remaining heel, but didn’t make a move to raise or close the strap. Instead, he kept his head low and let his finger linger on your ankle as he recalled the memories. “Your suffering face… I never wanted to see it again, and a day like today, I want it to be a daily experience for you.”

“Jaehyun… what are you saying…?”

“I’m sorry, I handed in your notice at work today, you don’t have to return to this toxic workplace. Just look for another or don’t work at all if you don’t want to. I bought a penthouse by the river, we’re going to move in tomorrow. You don’t have to take anything with you, it’s all set.”

Your heart was beating by your throat now. “Jaehyun… what did you do?”

He looked up and explained, “I bought a bit of land a few years ago and one of the biggest investment groups in the whole country needed it for a new project. I sealed the deal yesterday, and I’m gonna be part of the project. We’re rich now.”

“That’s amazing!” You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him close. “All your hard work paid off, Jaehyun! I’m so happy for you, you deserve it!”

“Didn’t you hear what I said? I said we are rich now.”

You withdrew and shook your head. “It’s all you. It’s your business, your money. I got nothing to do with it.”

“You cooked for me, helped me study, did most chores and supported me in every way when I was invested in this business. I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t been with me the entire time, endured all hardships and believed in me too. You took care of me when I couldn’t, now it’s my turn.”

“You don’t need to repay me. I did all this, because I love you. Just live your life well, and I’ll be content too.”

“But I can’t be happy then.” He dropped his head.

“Why not?”

“Because I want to share all this with my wife.”

You gasped.

Jaehyun’s hand reached into his pocket. “Shit. I wanted to wait until we were in the restaurant, because it has a very nice rooftop, but I just can’t wait any longer. You’ve waited for too long already.” He opened his hand and along with it, the dark blue velvet box. “Please let me be your husband from now on.”

Your answer came in the way of you cupping his face and placing your lips on his while his hands simultaneously wandered up your legs.

Jaehyun didn’t come to close the second high heel for you that evening and neither did you make it to the restaurant.

[sungtaro]

BAR ERI NEW YEAR'S SPECIAL MENU: TOP 20 TITLE TRACKS OF 2023 insp: x | cr: flaticon

hi everyone ... it's time for my favorite game and i am going to kick it (4 now) off ! i hate narrowing down my faves so i found a way to show you 20 of my top picks for this year's title tracks (including pre-releases), categorized by Vibe™️ and paired with some of my favorite drinks . because if there's one thing i love as much as a good song, it's a delicious little cocktail . stop by bar eri to share them all with me 💖 alcohol free versions available 😚 !

PERFUME - NCT DOJAEJUNG / YOU & ME - JENNIE / MOVE - TREASURE T5 / RISING - TRIPLES / CREAM SODA - EXO / SPICY - AESPA / ON MY YOUTH - WAYV / EITHER WAY - IVE / EFFORTLESS - A.C.E / LOVE WAR - YENA / BITE ME - ENHYPEN / SAVE ME KILL ME - CIX / SWEET JUICE - PURPLE KISS / NEW DANCE - XG / KICK IT 4 NOW - TNX / GROOVY - CRAVITY / BYOB (BRING YOUR OWN BEST FRIEND) - BILLLIE / WATERFALL - YOUNITE / #MENOW - FROMIS9 / TAXI - JO YURI

i will try to tag as many of you as possible bc i literally love seeing everyone's picks and beautiful sets, but if tumblr cuts me off or i miss you please still tag me ok !!!! @dongkwan @berryjaellie @lunetual @possession1981 @sunghanbin @yangsminho @yeofi @ninqz @floweruna @gnanii @woodziecup @miyawaki @euijin @awek-s @bethereforme @baekhyunnybyun @honeydewtual @dreamaze @ambivartence @seonghwasblr @strhwaberries @yunwooz @taegyunie @facethesuns @gyusgal @neonsbian @wookgerine @hyeonsuk @souladies @ye-xiu @flops

[doki-doki-imagines]

Choose your Bunny Boy feat. Blue Lock

Remember to choose your fave!

Nagi Seishiro:

-Look, he needed money for this new event in the app he is playing, nothing more nothing less.

-Clearly he is bothered, Seishiro isn’t used to button up, gilet, and a damn gigantic bow tie behind his neck, like he was some kind of gift, but what wouldn’t you do for money?

-Damn couldn’t Reo lend him some cash? He is pretty sure he cleans his ass with it, he could give him some.

-Seishiro is a terrible bartender, so he has the waiter role.

-So sad that he is bad at that too.

-His boss didn’t fire him because his cute face literally brings hordes of people in.

-If the tip is generous enough you can touch his soft white bunny ears.

-He can choose with whom he can spend the night, usually the one that pays more. He is absolutely terrible, doesn’t flirt, doesn’t make you a drink, and doesn’t even give you any kind of compliment, but by the swollen wallet, anybody can tell that people really love a cute pushover.

-Will you make him win the event?

Mikage Reo:

-He does it only because he loves seeing people droll over him.

-Let’s be real, Reo is eye candy in general, but seeing him with purple bunny ears, a cute fluffy tail, and a chest harness really makes yours, but also the clients, heart do triple jumps.

-An excellent bartender, if you don’t like him for his look you are gonna love his drinks.

-After all, Reo can’t accept to have any kind of weakness, so he had to be the perfect bartender too.

-With whom does Reo spend the night? With the only one that didn’t give him any kind of attention. But, but, he has to sniff something, some interest you may have for him, but that you don’t express.

-A total flirt, compliments flow out from his mouth like a waterfall, but he does mean them. Seeing you squirm in your seat is the highlight of his night.

-Won’t let you go ‘till you give him a kiss on the cheek, then he’ll tease you for this until your brain is just a scrambled mess.

-Will you choose him to spend the night?

Isagi Yoichi:

-Cute, cute boy. He got in this only because he got tricked by Reo.

-A literal fave from the people that love clumsy boys that get shy at the first interaction with a bold client.

-Another waiter, as a bartender Yoichi messed up too many orders; too sensitive to the flirts at the counter!

-He spends the night with the one that looks as embarrassed as he is. His logic is bulletproof, someone as embarrassed as he is won’t flirt with him, right? Right?!?!

-You don’t even have to do much, just the clumsy pull of his suspenders to get him near you and he will stutter and cover his face behind his hands.

-And our masochist boy loves it.

-He will be the one asking for your number, after talking Yoichi found you interesting for real; he can’t let this occasion go.

-Yoichi needs a date with you, the butterflies in his stomach a clear signal.

-Will you accept?

Itoshi Sae:

-Let’s start by saying it’s all his manager's fault.

-“Your fans will love this, it will be a big upgrade to your social!”

Not a hard guess, with his shirt open to his navel, and those dumb bunny ears and tail.

-Anybody can tell he would like to be literally everywhere else, the icy queen acts bitchy for the entire night

-The boss didn’t dare to tell him what role he would have, so Sae just sit and eat the stale chips on the counter.

-With whom he spends the night? With the person that caught the most his attention. Was it your laughter, how you spoke to your friends, or the vibes you’ll never know. It was your ass.

-You don’t know why he chooses you, Sae doesn’t say a word, you must keep chatting going and anyway he replies with monosyllables.

-Then, when you just stop talking, the music in the background is the only sound, Sae comes up with the rudest shit your ears ever heard.

-In that moment, you tell him how “rude ass, boring, broom stuck in the ass price” he is, finally something in Sae sparks.

-No way he’ll loosen the grip now

-Will you be convinced by Sae's newfound energy to woo you?

Kaiser Michael:

-Another one convinced by his manager, but he is enjoying himself waaay too much.

-He’ll literally get his shirt wet, so everybody will be able to see his mouth-watering body, if there was a pole in the club he wouldn’t mind doing some pole dancing too, this eccentric queen.

-Also he is wearing latex gloves because no way he’ll touch a commoner.

-Michael is a sight to look at and not to touch; all of this just to feed his God complex.

-With whom he’ll spend the night? With the client that looked annoyed by his mere presence; the idea of making you fall at his feet inflated his ego.

-So you can guess his utter shock when you don’t even look at him, rather using your smartphone instead of sparing even a glance at him.

-Michael's brain tries to understand your action, but he really can’t; no way somebody can’t find him handsome and interesting and clever and…Michael is a delusional type.

-He is ready to get on his knees, begging for your attention, he’ll be okay even if you call him “pathetic meow meow”, but please look at him.

-When the time is, you lift yourself from that old, but comfortable sofa with a big sigh, meanwhile Michael is heartbroken.

-He’ll grip your arm “please don’t go” a soft whisper, eyes sparkling.

-Will you stop to hear him?

Happy early Easter! I decided to make a poll; the guy that get most votes will get a scenario/drabble! I'll announce the result 10/04 at GMT+2. I think it is a nice idea so I hope this won't flop👀.

[esmedelacroix]

10 days til' Christmas

figureskater!reader and hockeyplayer!gojo satoru's complicated relationship ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

cw: miscommunication trope(Im sorry i know its annoying but like just read)

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Blue robin eggs, the sky, ice, oceans, jeans, pools, Uranus, smithsonite, opal, moonstones, and waterfalls. A list of all the things that are blue that could never do me any harm. But his eyes, they captivate they attract then they destroy and demolish.

On multiple occasions, I have been called the best figure skater of my time. I have broken records in multiple countries for the most turns, the first triple axel landed, first this and that. It felt good. Hell, it felt great.

But the truth is, I am a nervous wreck. Spinning is my specialty I do it so well and no one knows how. They say it seems like I never get dizzy.

But there is one thing I need that is always there to help me do what I do. Any dancer knows that the key to a good round of spins is a spot. Something you can focus on and keep looking at repeatedly so that you don't get dizzy.

When I spin I look for blue. Calming and beautiful but harsh and unpredictable. I look for him. Those eyes scream at me for attention. I turn so well because when I look away, my body forces me to look right back. But I could never tell him that. He hates me.

. . .

I'm the best hockey player because I practice more than the average player. I am the best because I worked too hard not to be. It is not an opinion it is fact. Most coaches will tell you that teamwork is key and I agree 100%. But, they lie when they say one singular person can't beat a full team of players because I can. That's—how good I am.

I stopped playing hockey because I loved it, years ago. I probably fell out of love with the sport when I was like 13. Now I play hockey because I love someone.

She's always there. Before I hit the ice she's out there destroying it while looking the most beautiful. We hockey players always complain about the figure skaters ruining our ice before we practice but truthfully I don't mind that she's the one ruining it. I wouldn't even mind if she ruined me.

She's already done a lot of damage to me, why not just finish me off and kill all my hopes of ever being in love again. I don't have to be in the rink two hours before practice and go over 'game strategies' when I'm really watching her skate. But I do it anyway because she has a way of pulling me in and then pushing me out. I love it.

I love her. I love seeing her. I love every second I'm in the same rink as her. I love how my mind plays games with me and tricks me into thinking that when she spins she looking straight into my eyes. Because I would rather think that than think about how much she hates me.

. . .

"Darling, you won't know if you don't try," your mom urged.

You let out a long sigh and just got into the car. Your mom was a figure skater on her way to stardom before she tore her ACL and could never compete again.

Anyone who didn't know you and your mom's relationship would assume she was trying to live vicariously through you. Truthfully she was against you doing figure skating, after you decided you wanted to follow in her footsteps and figure skate as well.

You had watched a recording of her last competition. She did pair skating and she was in a last-leg competition to compete for Team USA in the Olympics. When she did her throw triple axel it looked beautiful in the air and the landing was swift. But she started making pained faces and soon enough she fell and couldn’t move her leg.

She had attempted to skate through an injury to her ACL and in the 30 seconds she skated after tearing it, she did irreversible damage to her leg. She was used to performing through pain but she said she had never felt such pain in her whole life. That's what made you want to start skating. The fact that your mother was so devoted to her sport that she could skate through one of the most painful injuries. That sparked your interest, you believed skating could make you strong. And it did but it also made you love.

You were hesitant to go to the figure skating lessons that you begged your parents to take you to because you were nervous. You loved to skate but you couldn't shake the feeling of prying eyes on you when you spun.

Since you were six years old you would go to the rink an hour earlier and practice until you got it right. The hockey boys usually had their practices after yours. So they waited to practice while watching you skate.

You had private lessons ever since you started making a multitude of qualifiers when you were in middle school. So, some of the hockey boys would be going over their game plans while you skated alone and some would just watch.

They didn't like you. Or one of them especially didn't like you. Gojo Satoru. Only the hottest guy in junior year. You had made enemies with him when the two of you were a lot younger. It didn't help that your parents were the best of friends and thought the two of you were close.

Every day you prayed the incident was just a dream and you were going to wake up and go to practice and maybe bump into Gojo and meet him again for the first time under better circumstances.

. . .

You were extremely late for your lessons. You had gone from your middle school promotional courses to tutoring then straight to the rink, no rest. You were running on three hours of sleep as a 13-year-old. As you sprinted down the halls nothing was on your mind but how you were about to apologize to your trainers. The boy's hockey team had a game on the main rink so you had to go to a side rink.

Without looking where you were going immediately slide out to ice. You were deaf and blind to the screaming boys and crowd and the lights shone in your eyes as a member of the opposing team was skating at you with the puck in his possession at full speed.

Wrong rink, wrong time, wrong position. You begged the ice to swallow you and consume you. Your legs were stone and your mind was cluttered. All you could hear was Gojo pleading for you to move out of the way so you wouldn't get hurt while racing towards you.

. . .

The drive to the rink was silent as you let thoughts of how you would possibly make it through practice today run wild. He would be there watching you with those eyes of his.

He had been away for a week at a tournament and you weren't taking it very well. His absence was kryptonite to your performance.

When the blades of your shoes hit the frigid ice you felt his eyes on you. In that moment your body burned like a furnace. No matter how cold his eyes were they had a way of setting you on fire.

The smell of dirty hockey equipment invaded your nose then all your senses. You took position and as your music started you allowed it to carry you across the ice. Once it was time for you to turn you hit every. Single. One. Your spot was blue. Your spot was him. It was good he was back.

Once your piece ended you received some applause from your coaches and some of the hockey boys. All the praise was worth nothing because you could have sworn he was watching you. So when you looked at him to see his arms crossed and gaze directed somewhere else, your heart sunk a little. He was completely unbothered by you, and you hated it.

. . .

I was afraid that if I looked at her after her beautiful performance I might’ve cried. She made her new choreography look unreal. I hadn't seen her in what felt like a lifetime. I missed our little glances that I would always hallucinate were longing, knowing glances.

I missed the 40 seconds in passing that we would talk to each other as I got on the ice and she left the ice. I missed the dinners that our parents would force us to have together. Where we would have a civil conversation 'for our parents' sakes'(I truthfully looked forward to those dinners).

I looked forward to the hug I would give her. My arms wrapped around her cold body. My hands would graze her smaller cold ones. She would be fresh out of the shower after an evening session, and her hair would smell like her fruity shampoo and her sweet honey-scented conditioner. When she walked by me quick enough, the smells would waft and invade my nose and numb my senses.

Even when I looked away from her trying not to look in her direction, my mind wouldn't shut up about her.

. . .

I hated how his lack of attention towards me bothered me so much. I hated how no matter how hard I tried, I could never hate him as much as he probably hated me. Today would be different. You wouldn't bother him today. As you skated off the ice you ignored him and skated right off. It took everything in you not to look back at him.

. . .

You stood unable to move as if your skates were frozen into the ice. Then everything went completely dark and all you could hear was the screams of your parents. You felt someone pushing you to the ground then everything went black.

. . .

next part → 8 days til' christmas

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[skykidsam]

A better look at This Thing:

And also These Things:

The Entrance:

Does it look like there might have been a built-in waterfall to anyone else?? Like that straight indentation follows the whole top of the roof to the center of the doorway. The question to me then becomes... regular water or dark water?? If not a waterfall, what else do we think it could be??

The triple-embedded diamond is also interesting to me, as are the rays shining down like the sun from it. I assume it's a motif of the Eden diamond.

Also, the statue isn't centered with the building and it drives me nuts. Speaking of...

The Insanely Massive King Statue:

From the roof

From the inside of the building

From the back (the base sits lower than the temple floor and also the sky changes color to a beautiful pastel blue and pink)

Inside the building:

These things - they're totally flat! You can't even land on 'em!

View of the assets from the broken gate thing:

The broken gate thing, front and back:

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Supply Run

Hello here's a fic I wrote about Loft taking a trip back to Skyloft, pre the plot of bonus links. 1381 words!

Link’s favorite errand, head and shoulders above the competition, is making the trek up to Skyloft for a supply refresh. It’s why Zelda continues to ask him to do it, despite the fact that he always takes roughly 6 hours longer than he’s strictly meant to, and forgets at least one item on the list more than half the time. He should remind her, for the millionth time, that he loves her very much. 

“Thanks again, Luv!” he calls behind him as he makes to leave her stall, satchel full of all the necessary elixir ingredients they’ve been running low on. He double checked the list this time. Triple checked it, even. 

“Fly safe, now!” Luv shouts back, and even with his back turned he can imagine her shaking her comically large ladle after him. “I see you out there pulling stunts, you’ll give us all a heart attack one day!”

Link thinks he flies perfectly safe, thank you very much, but he promises to be very careful, and makes his escape from the Bazaar. Sunshine warming his face against the chill, he continues down the ramp, over the bridge, and into the residential quarter of the island. Few of the island’s older adults have agreed to make the move down to the surface yet, so while the area’s quiet, there’s still life in the buildings. He makes his rounds, popping in to each home to say hello and listen to the latest news, often several times over. 

“You’re looking thin again,” Henya frets, giving him a once over with a shrewd eye. “Are you sure you kids are growing enough food down there?”

He assures her that this year’s harvest was the best one yet, but she sends him off with several flasks of soup anyway, enough that he has to wedge them haphazardly in the satchel to make it all fit. 

“You look tired,” Batreaux tells him. He’d been overjoyed by the somewhat wonkily carved Keese Link had made to dress up the windowsill of his new home on Skyloft proper. Now, his brow is furrowed as he putters through his kitchen cabinets. “I’ve got a tea that might help, where in the world did it run off to?”

The packet of tea takes the Keese figure’s place in Link’s pocket, and as the door closes behind him, he tries to remember how many minutes Batreaux told him to steep it for. He never gets it quite right.

With all his visits finished, he lingers in the village square, pointedly not looking at the docks. He walks back to the neighborhood and checks on the island’s pumpkin crop, which looks fine. He catches a few sky stag beetles, and then lets most of them go. He sits by the waterfall and munches on a stamina fruit, kicking his legs over the side and getting his boots all wet. 

He’s half finished formulating a plan to break into his old academy room for no reason in particular before he finally, painfully decides that actually, it’s probably better to return home. Before the sun sets, and Crimson won’t fly anymore, and he’s forced to spend the night. Again. What a tragedy that would be. 

Back at the docks, he makes sure the satchel is buckled securely, briefly laments the ache in his knees, and takes off at run. At the last second, he twists his body around, launching off the edge with his arms out and his back to the land below. 

Link closes his eyes against the glare of the sun, and lets himself enjoy the freefall. His stomach swoops, his body weightless. Crisp air fills his lungs, the same air that tugs at his clothes and tickles his face with his hair. Falling on the surface is never quite this peaceful. Over the course of his quest, he learned what it meant to truly hit the ground, to feel flesh bruise and bones crunch. He made enough wrong footed steps, took tumbles off edges so high he thought they’d be the end of him, scrambling for the sailcloth.

Down below, there’s no failsafe, no guarantee that someone will catch you. The ground rushes up to meet you so fast. But here in the sky, he knows no one will ever let him fall too far. 

Speaking of, the couple of knights that still circle the island are probably getting antsy by now. He gives himself two more counts, taking them slow in his head, before bringing his fingers to his mouth. He whistles one sharp, clear note, and flips himself over into the proper position. It’s only a few seconds more before a familiar call answers. 

He grabs onto Crimson’s harness easily, though the rapid change in speed as she pulls up sends a painful zap up his bad arm. Crimson clicks her beak in apology, like she knows. He pets the soft fur of her back to soothe her. It’s his own fault, really.

It’s getting late. Batraeux was right about one thing: he is tired. He really shouldn’t do much besides simply flying home. 

But he sees Crimson so rarely these days, and her joy is a warm flare in the back of his mind. They circle around the islands scattered around Skyloft, making twirls and loops until he’s breathless from a combination of laughter and exertion, and the sun is beginning to hang dangerously low. Crimson begins her reluctant descent. 

As she hovers high above his front yard, Link gives her a hug around her neck, careful not to squeeze too hard. 

“Thank you,” he says. “See you next time.”

The jolt that runs through him as the sailcloth catches his weight certainly doesn’t help his arm, and he grits his teeth against it. Like always, Crimson stays in sight until his feet touch the ground. He stays rooted to the spot as well, waving after her until her form disappears over the treetops. 

It’s like a spell has broken. He lets his left hand drop, and all of a sudden, his limbs feel so heavy. It’s possible he’s overdone it a little. Every muscle in his body has a complaint it would very much like to lodge. The altitude change sticks in his lungs, makes the air feel thick enough he almost wants to cough. But he’d still call it the good kind of exhausted, the satisfied kind. With any luck, he’ll sleep so well tonight he won’t even dream. Dead on his feet, he shuffles his way onto the porch and inside the house. 

He kicks his boots off by the door, dropping the satchel as gently as he can manage it. Zelda looks up from where she’d been writing in a notebook on the couch, eyes crinkling as soon as she spots him. The house is full of warm, spiced smells and sizzling sounds, which implies that Groose is busy making dinner in the kitchen. If Link listens close, he can almost hear Groose humming.

“Welcome home, love,” Zelda says, setting her notebook aside. She doesn’t comment on his lateness, her smile knowing. He thinks, maybe, that it looks a little sad, too. That he misses it so much, that he lingers so long every time he gets the chance. Everyone on the surface misses Skyloft, but it’s different for him, isn’t it? It’s different. He can’t hide anything from her. 

Pushing the thought out of his mind, he makes a beeline over to the couch with the last of his energy, and flops over to join her. His head lands in her lap, and he can feel her body shake as she laughs at him. 

“That good, huh?” she teases. He makes a vaguely affirmative noise, curling up comfortably as her hand comes to rest on his head. He feels every ache and pain acutely now that he’s no longer standing, but it’s easy to ignore with Zelda’s fingers combing through his hair.

“Did you get everything on the list?”

“Mhm.”

“Double checked?”

“Mhm.”

“Hey, was that Link just now?” That one is Groose’s voice. It sounds closer when he speaks next, like he’s poked his head around the corner. “Babe, no sleeping yet! Dinner’s gonna be ready soon!”

“Don’t worry,” Zelda says. He’s already failing at Groose’s request. “I’ll wake you.”

[mists-reading-nook]

how dare you write so amazingly about creator with religious trauma cause you have hit the spot. Not sure if asks are open, but can I ask for continuation? Maybe reader gets progressively depressed and your followers tried everything to make you feel better like triple the worship, more offerings, maybe even sacrifices but nothing works and one time the creator just breaks down about everything that they feeling and how the worshipers never listen to them, and how the all ever wanted is to be friends with all the characters and not some god, and maybe even tell the characters the trauma from their past live

Jwusjsnejjejejenebahked Omg my first ever ask!! I'm so happy <3

Also,asks are 100% open! I love getting stuff like this,so please ask all you want!

Also that is literally the best idea ever anon omg

Anyway,this is what I like to call a "mirror fic". I.E,I write 2 endings!!

Tw: sacrifices,mentions of death,cults,religious trauma,yeah reader isn't ok,but neither are the acolytes

You finally tell them

Ft- Zhongli

It had been months. Months cooped up in this stupid Cathedral that made your stomach twist and your breathing slow. Months getting gifts and offering and prayers you didn't want. You never wanted to be a God. You began to withdraw. You stayed cooped up in your stupid extravagant room,spending more time reading or staring out the window,or even just sleeping. You could barely breathe most of the time,you felt so trapped. Your lovely acolytes were getting worried.

What had they done wrong? What has made the creator so sad? Were they angry with them? So many questions,so little answers. They couldn't just ask you,that would be absurd! So the priests,church leaders,Adepti,Archons,and your main vessels led a project to cheer you up. It was awful. Your "home" stank of blood,mixed with the sickly sweet smell of food offerings. They had amped up the prayers and worship and offerings and sacrifices. You began to have to attend more sermons,more church services that left you terrified and out of breath. You had to sit through sermon after sermon,song after song about you. It was terrifying,and made you want to cry until nothing was left.

You had even begun to attend sacrificial ceremonies in person. Before they would simply offer the remains of the sacrifice,but now you were seeing the rituals. You were forced to watch so many die for your sake. It made you so…sick. So disgusted. It was after one of these ceremonies that you finally broke. You were sitting on your golden throne, your most loyal and coveted acolytes by your side,when you simply began to cry. You cried and cried and you just couldn't stop. You weeped for all the lives lost in your name. You sobbed for all the people that would never see another day because of you. But most of all,you cried for yourself. You let tears fall down your cheeks,hardening into crystals that fell at your feet. You cried for all the horrors you experienced,both in the past and present. You cried for the changes in your body,the golden blood that now ran through your veins,the crystal tears,the shimmering hair.

The world began to quake at your tears. The winds whipped and howled,the rain fell like bullets. Lightning dashed across the sky,and the ground trembled and shook. The world seemed to be weeping with you. It was listening to your cries and responding in the best way it knew how. When a particularly loud sob racked your chest,thunder came crashing down,lighting following soon after. The rain fell harder,and the ground shook even more. Tevyat was mimicking your body language,and the entire world knew of your pain.

All the things that had happened to you,all the things you'd seen and heard,came rushing back to you like water down a waterfall. The waterfall that manifested your sorrow. Your acolytes were by your side in a moment,kneeling at your feet and begging to know what was wrong. You felt your voice crack through your constant sobs. You let it all spill out,not knowing who you were addressing. You wanted to scream into the void. So you did. You screamed and sobbed and cried, Tevyat crying with you. You howled like the wind,screamed like thunder,spitting word after word like bullets. It all came off your chest in one long rant that didn't even feel real. You let the world feel your pain,as your acolytes kneeled at your feet in shock.

You cried for hours and hours,and you seemed nowhere near done. But then your tears began to dry,and your body felt achey and tired. After what felt like an eternity,your breathing slowed,your sobs turned into sniffles,and your head ached. You fell asleep in your gilded throne,eyes slipping closed despite how they ached,body losing all the tension it had been building just to slump into the plush fabric of the chair. Your acolytes were flabbergasted. What were they to do?

Zhongli proposed to ease the creator back into their role. "They are obviously scared and confused. We must help them remember their status." Many agreed. It would be best for their darling creator to ease back into their status. Only one person proposed letting them live as a regular mortal. They were laughed out of the conference room.

So it was set. They decided to ease you back into your "role" as creator,going as slow as possible so they didn't upset you. Some may have calked it selfish,but they thought they were helping you. After all,who wouldn't want to be god?

When you awoke,your most "loyal" creation sat at the side of your bed. You rubbed sleep from your eyes and stared at the man,waiting for him to speak. Your eyes had lost the sparkle they once had. They looked empty and dull. It looked as if your resolve was finally broken. You had given up on fighting it. Your empty eyes stared at the man,waiting and watching.

"...Your Grace,we understand your pain. We promise to do your best as your loyal followers to make you remember how * divine you truly are." Zhongli stated,straight to the point as always,with a voice as smooth as butter to match. You sat,defeated. They were never going to listen. You were trapped in this endless cycle of worship,and no matter what you did,you couldn't escape. You nodded numbly. Yes,you'd go along with it. There's not much you could do to change it otherwise.

You never wanted this.

*****

Fluff route!

*****

Zhongli proposed to treat the creator as they wished to be treated. "They are obviously scared and confused. We must treat them as they wish,for their own happiness." Many disagreed. It would be most inappropriate to treat you as a simple mortal. In the end,nothing was agreed upon. Zhongli simply shook his head and made his way to your quarters. When you awoke,your most "loyal" creation sat at the side of your bed. You rubbed sleep from your eyes and stared at the man,waiting for him to speak.

"...Your Grace, I apologize for the way i treated you. I didn't understand. I always thought of you as...heavenly....and unapproachable. I never thought you would ever wish to be 'friends' with lesser beings such as myself." Zhongli said,sorrow tracing his tone. To think his God had been suffering all this time…it made him sick. He wanted nothing more than to go on his knees and beg for forgiveness,but he understood that you didn't want that. So he simply sat and waited for your response. You nodded numbly. You let yourself hope,even for just a moment,that you could get out of this. You asked the question that would either make or break your life. The question that would either set you free or trap you further.

"Zhongli,would you like to be my friend?"

*****

And that's all I got lmao

[donotpush]

Thanks to @nalimk for the support, this a comissioned story with: fpreg, stuffing/feederism, big bellies, mentions of labor (no birth), lactation.

It was not a surprise when her doctor told Helen that there were two heartbeats at her 4-month well-baby visit. All women in her family had multiples, from her great grandma to her older sister, they all carried big and bountiful. 

Not like it wasn’t obvious: she was huge even in her first months.

Helen started to show early, and her belly continued to only grow bigger and bigger as the months went by. For someone else, the changes her body was going through may have seemed like a lot, but to her, it was like her body was made for it.

And her pregnancy fit just like a glove on her life. She was glowing in every aspect, cherishing every moment, and it wasn’t even a matter when it came to her wedding day.

Helen and Alan started trying for babies as soon as they announced their engagement and if everything was going according to their plans, Helen was going to be able to walk down the aisle being a living portrait of gravid fertility, glowing in white (even if she technically shouldn’t wear it, but fuck it) and with a beautiful, huge bump.

But it was not like they had another option. They had been planning the wedding and stretching their engagement as much as they could, trying to bring in any excuse they could use to explain why they were postponing it, but now it was time.

And they weren’t rescheduling. 

Even when Helen reached the eight-month mark and her doctor told her that there were no signs of the babies having no intention of coming out. Actually, they seemed to be planning to extend their stay. 

And it was clear when the nine months came, and still no signs of the twins wanting to come.

They will come when they’re ready, would say her mother. 

Induction was not an option at all for Helen, because her babies would come when they were ready. Even if not having an induction would mean that she was going to get to her wedding day painfully overdue.

There were no other forecasts than a way too pregnant bride for the special day. 

During the pregnancy, her belly was not the only thing that got bigger. With two big, strong babies to feed, it made total sense when her breast not only grew but tripled their normal size when she started to produce milk.

They were so full, big and sensitive that the slightest touch would provoke not only a waterfall of sensations on Helen, but they were so sensitive that it was so easy to stimulate them— she was producing so much milk.

Her body had anticipated the events and was producing enough milk to feed two babies that weren’t there yet. 

For Alan, this pregnancy only meant one thing: Helen had to eat for three now. 

It was his duty to keep his future wife well provided for, giving in to every single one of her cravings and making sure that there was always a second plate waiting for her and their babies. 

And of course, she needed to eat to be able to produce so much milk. That one was an issue that, sooner than later, they figured out the easiest way to solve the problem of their oversupply of milk.

Helen’s breast would get so swollen and full, so much milk that the slightest touch would hurt and send her nipples a signal to start leaking, and the only solution was to start milking them as much as possible.

If Alan didn’t offer to use his mouth, they would have to pump her breasts with one of those machines and that took away all the fun. 

It was often a boring, painful process, but Alan knew how to be gentle, where to touch and how to make it all a pleasurable experience. 

Not only her chest grew, giving Alan a visual delight to feast on, but with how sensitive they were, it only took Helen a few sloppy kisses and sucking on her nipples to get her to have some of the best orgasms. 

She was so full and tight everywhere.

“You sure you don’t want to sit down?”

Helen lifted her head from the floor, where she was focused on the white heels, and shook her head. Her hand was firmly pressing against her stomach, unconsciously rubbing the underside of it trying to calm the babies inside.

She had a small cramp, that’s all. 

A cramp that made her bend over slightly, threatening to send flying the bunch of clips on her back that kept her wedding dress in place. 

Erasing the frown on her face, she corrected her posture. It had been a crazy day, only hours before her wedding, and it had become absolutely necessary to make some adjustments to her wedding dress.

The precious white mermaid-style dress had stopped fitting at the waist, unable to fit anymore at the gravid stomach that hung in front of her, and the list of modifications didn’t finish there. 

Her breasts were huge, and they had to rethink the neckline if Helen didn’t want to have an accident in the middle of her wedding. 

A long sigh left her mouth when she moved to face the designer, a few pins in the dress that was causing a dull ache as they dug into the sides of her belly, and her breasts were starting to hurt trapped against the restrictive neckline.

She should have pumped before she left the house, but she totally missed it. There were a hundred things in her mind, with the wedding last minute preparations, the dress, the bridesmaids, that even the few contractions she had been feeling went unnoticed, and the need to get some relief on her aching breasts too.

Helen knew that any moment now they were going to start leaking at the slightest wrong movement. She only hoped it didn’t happen on her wedding dress.

She felt like a cow. So uncomfortable.

She could quit, call it a day and postpone the wedding, the idea that she found so wonderful at the start of showing off all her gravid glory at the altar, no matter what, seemed crazy right now. 

But she had called Alan, and he talked her into her senses. There was no way they could cancel the wedding now.

These past few days, these weird cramps that Helen tried to convince herself were not contractions kept appearing at the most inconvenient time. They were uncomfortable, but they were so sporadic and quick that she thought of it as just a case of cramps from being too stressed. 

Helen lifted her arms to let the designer take the dress off her, and when her breasts were free, she immediately felt them falling heavy and full without the support of the tight neckline, the discomfort making itself evident in her features. 

As soon as she reached to grab her shirt, every movement was careful and gentle, because she knew that a single wrong movement would make her start leaking.

The friction of the fabric as she pulled her shirt over her head made her wince. Was this shirt always so tight, and was the lace in the collar always so restricting?

Or has the constant build-up pressure on her breasts just made itself more and more evident these last few days? The sensation of her bra being pulled too tight around her chest, squeezing her crammed breasts painfully, made her want to cry out loud and throw that damn thing away.

Either way, Helen only could think about how uncomfortable it was making her feel. Another contraction hit and she almost gasped, but her legs were already moving toward the bathroom.

***

Her mother lifted the zip in the back with enough strength to make Helen unsteady, and a small groan left her mouth. 

"Careful" Helen warned, looking down at her huge self.

Her mind was all over the place, and the constant pain and fullness in her breasts confirmed that she forgot to pump once again. Who could remember it when it was her wedding day?

"Alright..." her mother finished tying the dress and gave Helen a small slap on the side of her belly. "All ready."

Her stomach tensed in response as if she had eaten something awful, as the babies kicked.  It made Helen feel cramped, yet she smiled as she rubbed the tight skin.

Helen turned to face the mirror, taking in all of her reflection. Her belly hung low in front of her, gracefully hugged by the white fabric, the revealing neckline that, even with the modifications, was still a bit too tight on her swollen breasts. 

Almost painfully.

They felt as if they were about to burst, almost hot at the touch as Helen tried to massage them gently. It did nothing but cause an ache in her chest and the familiar feeling that milk was about to start leaking, so Helen stopped. 

Both babies kicked at the same time, and Helen grimaced.

But she couldn't help but smile, because that's what she wanted. There was no shame in being a beautiful and pregnant wife, and her mother's smile reinforced the idea.

"Are you ready?" her mom asked, and Helen nodded. "Let's only hope these two don't want to make a surprise appearance before this whole thing is done."

"Ugh..." Helen breathed, her hand distractedly caressing the side of her stomach as a small contraction hit her. When it passed, the bride stood upright, smoothing out the dress one more time before nodding. "They won't, mum."

***

The walk down the aisle felt... like everyone had their eyes on her. Well, everyone did have their eyes on the bride, but it felt like everyone had their eyes glued to her stomach, almost waiting for her to pop right there. 

They weren't so wrong. The contractions that bothered her were now closer and stronger, nothing to worry about yet, but every hour they were getting harder to conceal. 

Right now, if she didn't hang on Alan's arm for dear life, everyone would have seen her clutching over her own stomach when a contraction ripped through her. 

Alan gave her a questioning glance, most of his attention focused on the priest in front of them, and Helen gave him a reassuring nod and a look that told him to not worry.

"Just nervous," she mumbled, shifting her weight from one foot to another.

Her back was killing her.

The priest started talking, and Helen couldn't help but let her mind wander to the thoughts of how tight she was; everything, her belly and her breasts trapped inside the bridal dress, both of them more and more sensitive with every minute passing.

God, she couldn’t believe that she wanted her own wedding to be over already.

****

They told her to enjoy every minute because it would be over before she realized it, and they were right. It all happened so fast that before she knew, they were seated at the reception, everyone dancing and drinking.

Months ago, she chose all the seats and the tables because they were pretty, so fashionable and in touch with the theme of the wedding. But now, heavily pregnant, Helen was constantly squirming in her seat trying to escape the back pain that the hard surfaces were causing, and her overdue belly was pressing against the table, unable to go anywhere. 

Alan put the fork next to her face, another huge piece of cake waiting for her, and Helen gave him a weak smile. 

His hand went to rest on her belly, caressing the mound of flesh over the tight fabric as he moved the fork in front of her mouth.

She was full. God, she barely had a single piece of cake when they cut it but she was full; maybe she shouldn’t have taken so much freedom with the snack bar.

The babies were resting low, and her breasts were constantly aching, and she felt huge and so full, ready to burst at any moment.

But nonetheless, she opened her mouth and leaned towards the fork, taking the cake inside her mouth. 

Alan smiled, his hand massaging, now with a bit more force than necessary, all over the tense orb, making Helen hold a moan on the back of her throat. 

His thumb was brushing over her popped belly button, on the underside of her belly where one of the babies head was right there, almost (and Helen was sure that he wasn’t doing it because there were people) crawling up her swollen breasts.

With one final push, the cake disappeared inside her mouth, and Alan leaned in to kiss her cheek. 

"Can't wait until we're alone" he said, the palm of his hand cupping her gravid stomach.

Helen chuckled and leaned back, pushing the chair away from the table to give her stomach a rest. Without the support of the edge of the table, her stomach almost expanded over her thighs as she let out a breath. 

She couldn't wait till they were alone, preferably without cameras around and naked, off of this awful dress. 

But they weren't even done with their meal yet, this was her second plate of cake and Alan was still not satisfied, pushing another piece in her mouth before Helen could say anything, then rubbing circles on her belly while she swallowed.

God, it felt so good. The food was delicious, even if her dress was tighter and tighter. 

***

Alan's hands were firmly holding both sides of her belly as he pressed against her from behind, pulling her inside the hotel room and closing the door behind him without sparing a glance. 

His hands left Helen’s belly only to move to the back of the dress, unzipping the zipper and pushing it off her shoulders. The dress fell off her shoulders, only stopped from falling to the floor by her bell, and Helen quickly waddled herself out of it. 

Resting on top of the bed, in a pristine box with a golden bow on top, the rest of the wedding cake was waiting for them. Alan had taken care of making sure that it was a fundamental part of their fun on their wedding night.

Her husband's hands moved to cup her full breasts, getting a small gasp from Helen when he squeezed softly at first, then harder until a moan escaped Helen. 

"They're..." Helen breathed as she felt herself being pushed back down onto the bed. "Sensitive. Careful, honey"

"Oh," Alan's voice came from above, sounding a bit out of breath too before he started kissing all over Helen's body.

The only moment he pulled away was to grab the box, opening it slowly and carefully to take out the cake. Then his lips were back on Helen again as he took a large piece between his fingers and placed it in her mouth.

She let him do it, enjoying this special occasion. But soon enough, her fun was interrupted when a sharp pain shot through her stomach, bringing a muffled moan to her lips. Alan thought nothing of it, easily mixing a sound of pain with one of pleasure, and soon he was sliding another piece of cake towards her.

Another wave of pain hit Helen like a freight train as she struggled to keep eating the cake. Alan's hands moved behind her back to undo her bra, helping her slip the straps off as well. 

Helen felt something warm sliding down her nipples, and a second later, Alan's mouth was sucking hard on one of her leaking breasts, while his free hand was gripping hard at the other one, making Helen whimper.

Alan pulled away again, as if he wanted to do so much that he couldn't stay still in a single place, and moved to spread Helen's legs to sit between them. He reached to grab another piece of cake, putting the whole thing in her mouth and moving his hands to start massaging the tense belly.

Helen let out a whimper at the feeling of all the pressure on her stuffed middle, her hips bucked up involuntarily when a sudden, strong contraction hit. 

When Alan shot her a worried look, she quickly shook her head, moving to take one of Alan’s hands and placing them on her leaking breasts. Some of the pressure she had been feeling was relieved now, but still, they were full and heavy on against her naked body. 

She was full, and she meant it in the way that her already big belly now was bloated with all the food she had consumed, and she could feel wetness starting to build between her thighs.

Usually, being that full felt so good, but now, Helen just wanted to get rid of some of that weight. She tried rubbing herself against Alan’s hand when he slid one between her legs, but when a second round of contractions hit, she stopped, letting out a deep groan. 

God, she was so horny, but this didn’t help.

She looked up at Alan as she moved back and forth a few times, trying to find some relief, but he only tightened his grip on her breasts.

"Where do you think you're going, baby?" he asked huskily, watching her as he kissed his way down between her legs.

"Mh-hm...!" Her words were drowned by a moan when Alan's hands started applying pressure on her bloated stomach before they began moving lower.

Helen's hips jerked to meet Alan’s hand movements as another contraction hit. This time, when she moaned, it was louder.

Alan laughed against her skin as he continued to massage her swollen breasts,  one hand leaving her breasts to continue moving lower, starting to work on her wet folds.

With all the sensations going on, all the excitement of the moment, it was hard to point out which one was driving her crazier: the pleasure that was coursing through her whole body, the now closer and closer contractions, the feeling of fullness on her whole body. 

Everything was a combination that made Helen dizzy.

Alan's hands moved up again, pressing and gripping at the sides of her belly as he started to massage her swollen abdomen with more firm moves and more pressure, his hips grinding against her body.

With each passing movement, the more pressure Alan applied to her stuffed belly, making Helen moan loudly, arching her back into the mattress. Another contraction hit her, her stomach tensing under Alan's hands, and Helen was sure that now he was aware of it.

And if he was aware, it only made Alan even more excited, because the tempo of his movements picked up, faster than before, and the pressure he was applying on Helen's stomach only increased. 

One of Alan's hands left her stomach to slide between her legs again, rubbing at her pulsating center, and another contraction hit her as a wave of pleasure and pain washed over her body.

It took her by surprise, as the contraction ended giving her a brief moment of relief when a gush of water started to flow between her legs. Alan moved away from her, his eyes growing wide and his mouth dropping open as her amniotic fluid soaked the sheets and the white, newly bought lingerie.

He looked up, his eyes locking with Helen's as she gasped in surprise, trying to catch her breath before the words stumbled out of her lips.

"My water just broke."