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syrupfog · 3 months ago

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Sanji was not born a natural fighter.

He, very specifically, was NOT born with the superhuman fighting abilities of his siblings. He was born normal. Weak. Useless. He knows this.

Zeff taught him to fight and Sanji practised. Learned. Grew. But the natural talent wasn't there.

When Luffy picked him up, added him to the crew, Sanji knew it was for his cooking abilities.

But he knew that being on the crew of the future King of the Pirates meant he couldn’t just be the best cook on the Grand Line. He had to be able to fight, too.

And that’s where Zoro came in. Zoro, who scoffed at him from day one. Who liked his cooking well enough but didn’t seem to care much for Sanji as a person.

Sanji was pretty confident he knew why. Zoro knew they needed to be strong, and Sanji— he wasn’t strong enough.

He didn’t think he ever would be— he was too normal. Born normal. But he TRIES. On the Merry before everyone wakes up and after they go to sleep, between preparing meals. He sets himself a brutal training regimen.

He’ll train until Zoro stopped giving him that scathing look.

They get Nami back from Arlong Park and Sanji finds himself limping to the after party. Zoro takes one look at how he’s favouring his foot and scowls.

In Little Garden Zoro straight up challenges him and Sanji revels in the ability to prove himself. It doesn’t work. They tie.

At Drum Sanji gets injured. He’s too weak too weak too weak— he barely gets Nami help in time, it’s his fault she almost—

He’s strapped down and his spine fixed and all he can think is that Zoro is right. He doesn’t deserve this role.

People have started calling them the wings of the pirate king. Fucking laughable. Sanji could never be on Zoro’s level and Zoro knows it.

They fight. They blow off steam. It helps Sanji to cool down, to gauge what level he’s at. He knows Zoro’s holding back.

He thinks, for a moment, that he has finally moved up a rung in Skypeia. He’s getting better.

All it takes is one moment when he’s changing. For Zoro to spot the marks from the lightning that litter his back. That angry scowl that sets his features makes Sanji’s heart sink.

He takes his frustration out on the Davy Back fight. He tantrums like a child for Zoro’s respect even when he knows he hasn’t earned it, can’t earn it.

It sort of works, though.

Everything goes to shit in Water 7 and for once it’s kinda nice to know he’s not the one fucking up. Not that he would tell Usopp that. He plans good spicy pasta for his return.

He fights a ramen man with knives on the train and thanks the stars that Zoro isn’t there to see it.

(After all, Sanji doesn’t fight with his hands— he doesn’t want Zoro to lose the last of his respect for Sanji by seeing him break with his own ideals).

They get out of Water 7 with a new crew member. He’s a cyborg. He’s strong.

Then Thriller Bark happens. Thriller Bark sucks.

Zoro just— he just pushes him aside.

He knows Sanji can’t handle it. He knows he’s too weak. And it’s true but it HURTS. Sanji’s tried so HARD he’s trained for so LONG he’s tried to balance fighting and cooking as best he can, he barely SLEEPS—

And Zoro pushes him aside.

He takes the damage.

He almost dies.

That should’ve been Sanji.

Sanji hates him for it.

He hates himself for it.

He sits in the infirmary and stares past Zoro’s mangled form and wonders what he’s supposed to do now.

They get to Saboady.

Sanji doesn’t see any of them for two years.

Zoro looks good. He looks strong. He’s missing an eye.

After two years, Sanji can admit that he had been desperate for Zoro’s approval for more than one reason.

He sees Zoro’s face light up when Luffy appears and he thinks, so selfishly, that he wants that look too.

Fishman Island isn’t a great start.

Punk Hazard is— well.

Zoro doesn’t scowl at him when he’s in Nami’s body, his expression is DIFFERENT. Pained. Sanji doesn’t know why. He doesn’t like it.

Then he’s back in his own body and Zoro’s scowl is back and Sanji—

He’s sick of it.

He’s so so sick of it.

He spends what feels like hours running back and forth in this hellhole of a lab with poison gas invading his lungs and fucking Vergo attacking him and the next time that Sanji sees Zoro once everything is over, he’s busy doling out soup to the masses.

They like his soup, because he’s a good cook. Because he spent two years learning secret recipes and two years training harder than ever before and Zoro still has the gall to scowl at him like he doesn’t want to share the same air.

Sanji snaps.

He hands off the ladle to Franky

He walks over and aims a kick at Zoro’s head.

Zoro ducks.

He parries the next kick.

Sanji is relentless. He’s yelling. Insults, obscenities. Their fighting empties out their half of the room. Zoro works all the way up to three swords, breathing hard.

They only stop when Nami throws a weather attack at them and yells to take it outside. Cowed, Sanji calms down enough to slip out he door.

He’s surprised, honestly, when Zoro follows him.

“You gonna tell me what that was about?” Zoro asks.

“Shut up.”

Zoro scowls at him.

Sanji snaps his teeth. “That! That’s what this is about! That fucking face!”

Zoro blinks. “You’re mad at my face?” “Yeah! I fucking am! You keep— you’ve ALWAYS looked at me with that fucking face! Like I’m fucking BENEATH YOU!”

Zoro blinks again. His scowl, briefly, disappears, replaced with confusion. “I don’t think you’re fucking beneath me,” he says, sounding bewildered.

Sanji pauses. “What— is your face just stuck like that?”

Zoro’s face drops back into a scowl. “Shut up,” he says. “Maybe I’m just annoyed by you.”

Annoyed.

Well. That does hurt. The part of Sanji that has realised by now just how much he wants something more than just approval from the swordsman. It… sorta hurts that he doesn’t trust him as a fighter AND doesn’t like him as a person.

“Oh,” he says.

Zoro’s eyebrows knit together. “Hold on,” he says. “What the fuck.”

“…What?”

“You think I don’t like you because you’re, what, not competent?”

“I’m competent,” Sanji lies.

“Yeah,” Zoro says. “I know.”

What?

Sanji peers at him. “You… know?”

“We’re the strongest people on Luffy’s crew. Of course I know.”

Sanji’s not strong. He’s never been strong. “No we’re not,” he says.

“I mean obviously I mean besides Luffy.”

“I— that’s not what I meant.” Sanji tugs absentmindedly on his hair. It’s fucking cold here.

“So you don’t hate me because I’m weak… you just hate me because I��m annoying,” he intones.

Zoro looks at him like he has two heads. “I don’t hate you Cook, fucking hell.”

Sanji throws his hands up, face hot. “Then what is your problem with me? You’ve always done this, always given me this— this LOOK when we’re fighting people—“

“You’re coughing,” Zoro says.

“…Excuse me?”

“You got some of that poison gas in your lungs. Not a lot, but enough that you’re affected.”

“Fine. I fucked up—“

“I should’ve been faster,” Zoro says.

Sanji blinks. “Been faster at what?”

“Clearing the area. I should’ve gone after that fucking clown.”

“You had a job to do—“

“Every time I’m too slow, people get hurt. You get hurt.”

Sanji scoffs. “We can protect ourselves. We’re all in Luffy’s crew.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” Zoro says, hand gripping his swords.

“You’re the fucking cook, that’s your job. It’s my job to keep you safe.”

“I’m a pirate, I’m just as capable—“

Zoro growls, shoulders hunching up. “It’s not about being CAPABLE, FUCK, SANJI OF COURSE YOU’RE CAPABLE. But it’s my job.” He starts pacing.

“Those scars on your back from the lightning are still there in the right light. That scar from Drum island too. I’d known you for two days before you ended up covered in fishman blood to the point I wasn’t sure if you had just killed someone or were actively dying.”

He stops suddenly, turning and grasping Sanji’s upper arms, that scowl firmly in place as he stares into Sanji’s eye. “Every time you get hurt? That’s MY failure. My ONLY job on this crew is to keep people SAFE.”

Sanji stands rigid, keeping eye contact. “Zoro,” he says.

Zoro drops his arms as if burned.

“Zoro,” Sanji says again. “Mosshead. You’re not in this alone.”

“My job is swords,” Zoro mutters.

Sanji, despite himself, barks out a raw laugh. “And here I spent the last two and a half years thinking you just hated how weak I was.”

“You keep saying that,” Zoro says, looking utterly baffled. “You’re not weak. You’ve never been weak.”

Sanji thinks of metal weighing his head down, of dark dungeons and rats.

He thinks about Zeff teaching him. About his flaming kicks. “…Huh,” is all he says.

Then, because he’s not weak, he reaches out and grabs onto Zoro’s robe. “You don’t hate me. You don’t think I’m weak.”

“I’m not going to keep upping your ego,” Zoro growls.

Sanji pulls him in by his robe and— he doesn’t kiss him. He knocks their foreheads together.

“Shit, ow,” Zoro groans.

Sanji breathes against his skin. “Mosshead,” he says. “Why do you scowl at me and no one else?”

There’s silence for a while. Sanji can feel his eyelashes when he blinks.

“It’s because you’re annoying as fuck,” Zoro says.

And then he surges up to kiss him.

Sanji welcomes it.

It’s a kiss with a lot of teeth and too much heat and the taste of cheap sake.

It’s just what Sanji needed.

Maybe it’s just what Zoro needed.

Sanji can feel him scowling into the kiss and it feels like a promise.

#zosan #my writing

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cyanide-cafe · 4 months ago

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Nymph Searchlight

The Nymph Searchlight is a young [20 year old: a baby, for its species] Searchlight specimen that Urbanshade has carefully raised to document Searchlight behaviors and lifespans. Its purple coloration is due to its age, as Searchlights start off pink/purple in coloration to prevent Squiddles from becoming hostile to the otherwise defenseless babies.

[See below the cut for extra lore, explanation of mechanics, and transcript of the image.]

TRANSCRIPT OF REFERENCE

Found in Heavy Containment in an XXL tank. Spawns with 1-5 Searchlight Kibble nearby. No document, as this is a normal, non-experimented, but young, Searchlight.

This searchlight can be used as a flashlight-like item, needing Wall Dweller Flesh [80], Searchlight Kibble [25], and Party Special [500] to stay lit. Its light is dim, and it tends to stare at Squiddles, Turrets, False Doors, and hidden Wall Dwellers.

However, having this baby Searchlight in your inventory will wreak havoc upon you and your teammates when you encounter the Adult Searchlights in the Grand Encounters.

This Searchlight is only about a foot in length despite its age [23yo] and is purple due to an adaptation of Searchlights: they only gain their orange coloration later in life when they're capable of of easily killing and eating Squiddles, which are otherwise a big threat for these small babies.

TRANSCRIPT OF BADGES

You Monster

Kill the Searchlight Nymph by letting it out of its container in a dry room without picking it up within 30s.

Are you proud of yourself?

Take the Searchlight Nymph back to Urbanshade alongside the Crystal. Rewards the player with 100 extra kroner.

Happy Ending

Release the Searchlight Nymph to its family in the Final Encounter. Rewards the player with the Nymph jumpsuit: a black jumpsuit with orange and purple coloration on the bands and Urbanshade logo.

EXPLANATION OF MECHANICS

The Searchlight Nymph is a flashlight that requires Wall Dweller Flesh, Searchlight Kibble, or Party Special to stay charged. If you have a Gummylight, you can also give that to the Nymph, which it will slowly extract charge from [takes 1m] and then spit back out.

However, this cute baby is not just a flashlight, it is an actual living thing.. with parents that are looking for it. Searchlights aren't good parents, usually, having large communal clutches reaching to the millions, but this offspring is extremely healthy, and the last alive of its siblings, due to the Anglers, Squiddles, and Parasites killing the rest of them.

The Nymph only spawns at room 60 or higher, but cannot be found in The Ridge, as it only spawns in Heavy Containment rooms. You have to swim into its tank with the Nymph Container item, catch the Nymph [as it swims away or thwacks you with its hooks, dealing 1 damage every 10 seconds] and then it can be used.

It can be released into any room with water [though why would you want to do that?] and can be dropped into dry rooms, in which it will die after 30s if you don't pick it up again.

The Nymph is also, admittedly, not a very good flashlight. It looks wherever it pleases: though it can warn the player if there's a Wall Dweller, Squiddle, Turret, or Good People, as it likes to stare at these threats.

However, the Nymph's usefulness quickly turns to hazardous, as during the first Searchlight Grand Encounter, the Nymph will cry out to its parent, rapidly circling its small enclosure and bopping its head against the glass, causing the Adult Searchlight to spin around the room 15% faster than before. You can release the Nymph in order to get it to stop crying, but this will kill the searchlight, and that's just plain cruel, since you're doing it in sight of its parent.

During the second Grand Encounter, the Nymph will repeat the same bullshittery it did in the First Encounter, causing all three Searchlights to go into a frenzy looking for the crying Nymph, increasing their speed by 20%. However, they will occasionally butt heads, starting a small scuffle, allowing the player to continue repairing the cables.

However, you now have the opportunity to release the Nymph back to its parents, which will cause one of the adult Searchlights to stop looking entirely, instead, keeping an eye on the Nymph, retreating to the outskirts of the Trench. This will also change the Lucy cutscene at the end, in which two Searchlights chase after you instead: one being crushed, and the other narrowly escaping Lucy's foot, quickly turning back to care for the Nymph instead.

This also minorly changes the end cutscene as well, the Nymph poking its head out of the submarine dock, waving goodbye with one of its hooks, before popping back into the water. [This was something Urbanshade staff accidentally trained the Searchlight to do.]

#art #digitalart #character art #oc #ask anything #asks are encouraged #ask #askblog #roblox pressure oc #roblox pressure #pressure fanart #pressure art #pressure #searchlights pressure

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backmuscles21 · 9 months ago

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Proposition

Neteyam x Reader x Ao'nung

Psst, there's a part 2 -

Summary: Neteyam comes with his family to the reef people, there he finds you. You are the prettiest thing he's ever seen, but you're already mated to the boy that he and his siblings can't stand. However, it works out in the end as Ao'nung decides to play along a little.

Warnings: smut, threesome, rough sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, anal sex, jealous Ao'nung, Jealous Neteyam, degrading, public sex, public masturbation, exhibitionism, cuckolding, voyeurism, dirty talk.

Neteyam didn’t like the idea of having to leave his home, he didn’t like that he had to leave the only place he knew. Flying on his ikran with his family for days sucked too, he hated having to go through all of this for a potential hazard. He understood why his father wanted to do this, why his father wanted to keep them safe. He wasn’t there but he saw the look on his siblings' faces after they saved them from the military avatars.

One thing he would say was he forgot all about his anguish when he stood on the shores of the Metkayina people and saw the most gorgeous face he’d ever seen. Your hair was long and braided so beautifully, it was dripping water down your back and chest. Your curls framed your face so lovingly, your hair tied up perfectly even after being in the water. You stood next to another pretty girl whom he realized his brother was staring at pretty intently.

He liked your smile and the way the pearls in your hair and on your clothing looked and sounded as you moved or talked. He couldn’t stop staring, you radiated beauty, you were the prettiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. The only thing that took his eyes off you was the Olo’eyktan speaking.

He and his family were granted permission to stay, he also learned that the Olo’eyktan’s children were to teach them the ways. The pretty girl from before was his daughter and he figured you were her friend, maybe he could get to know you more.

He was excited for his first lesson; he saw you and a few other kids there and the Olo’eyktan’s son. Neteyam was weary of Ao’nung, he was a pretty boy with an attitude and Neteyam kind of wanted to put him in his place. Ao’nung was the type of person who was snotty and stuck up and took what he wanted and didn’t care about anyone else, at least that’s what Neteyam thought.

The guy pissed him off, but he’d be damn to say if Ao’nung didn’t pique his interest. He liked to stare at you often, you were pretty and your voice was so sweet and soft. However, the more he watched you the angrier Ao’nung looked, not that Neteyam really cared.

Neteyam wouldn’t describe himself as a sex addict or one that thought about it often but when he thought of you, he thought of sex. He would catch you around the village a lot, you’d be with Tsireya or one of her parents, or another person in the clan.

Then he saw you with Ao’nung and you were smiling and laughing and, at that moment, Neteyam wanted to punch Ao’nung. He watched as Ao’nung held your arm and how you snuggled into his neck, and then Neteyam caught on.

The two of you were mated. Fuck.

He couldn’t just get rid of his feelings for you, he still thought you were so pretty and nice and he couldn’t give up on you.

He watched his brother try to fight off Ao’nung for bullying their sister. Ao’nung had no qualms calling them freaks when one of them was messing with his girl. When Lo’ak punched Ao’nung, Neteyam almost didn’t want him to ever stop. In fact, Neteyam wanted in, he wanted to beat up Ao’nung to win his girl.

He watched you run over to them (slow-mo like Baywatch) he watched the worry evident in your eyes as you yelled stop. You bent down by Ao’nung and your thumb brushed his cheek, close to his bruise. You turned around to look at Neteyam and Lo’ak, your finger touched right by his busted lip. Neteyam felt his dick twitch as your finger was so close to his lip.

“Enough, all you boys. Everyone, go home.”

You looked angry and authoritative; he knew that you had to have that in you if you were to eventually lead a clan.

Both of their parents were angry, his father was pissed at him and Lo’ak for starting shit. Now they had to apologize, there was no way that Neteyam could do that.

The next day, the two brothers went looking for Ao’nung but he couldn’t be found anywhere. So, the brothers split up, Neteyam was going to the beaches and Lo’ak was staying near the mauris.

Neteyam walked the beach before hearing what he would call moans, there was no other definition. He rounded a corner, he stood by some trees and peered into more sand. However, the colour of beige was broken up by grey rocks and on one of those big grey rocks were two teal bodies. He recognized your face instantly, even with your head thrown back and mouth wide open.

Ao’nung was between your legs, his face pushed deep into your core. He could hear the wet sounds that Ao’nung’s tongue was producing, he could also hear your moans and he just felt himself getting hard. You gripped at Ao’nung’s head as he continued to eat away at you, your back would arch and he saw Ao’nung push your hips back down with a forceful hand.

Neteyam took his half-hard cock out of his loincloth and started to stroke it, he loved watching you squirm. Not to mention, he liked to watch Ao’nung be forceful with you, his hands on your hips forcefully keeping you still. When Ao’nung lifted his head up from your pussy, Neteyam could see Ao’nung’s chin dripping. Neteyam was fisting his cock faster, he watched Ao’nung slip his cock into you.

Fuck he wished that was him.

He watched as Ao’nung thrusted in and out of you at such a rough pace and so fast, your legs wrapped around Ao’nung’s waist. Neteyam knew he’d never be able to take you away from Ao’nung but maybe he could join in. Ao’nung wasn’t all that bad looking, like he said earlier, Ao’nung is a pretty boy and a bratty one at that.

“Fuck, I bet you wish Neteyam could fuck you like this,” Ao’nung grunted to you.

Neteyam’s ears flicked, did he just hear what he thought he heard?

“You like it when Neteyam stares at you. You let that boy eye you up all the time. Do you want him to fuck you? Huh? Answer me,” Ao’nung did a particularly deep thrust, one that had you moaning out.

“Yes, fuck yes, Ao’nung, please. I want him to join. I want him to fuck me. I want him to watch you fuck me.”

Ao’nung kissed you and lifted you up to sit on his dick, “it’s your lucky day. He’s right over there. By the trees.”

Your head rested on his shoulder; your breathy pants were being muffled by Ao’nung’s broad shoulder. You watched Neteyam in the trees fisting himself as Ao’nung kept fucking you, how Ao’nung saw him, you’ll never know.

The next few days were awkward, you didn’t necessarily avoid Neteyam but seeing him felt weird. You had confessed to Ao’nung that Neteyam was pretty and you liked the Omaticaya people being here. Ao’nung threw a hissy fit, you assured him you weren’t leaving, that you didn’t want him just that he was observably pretty. Then Ao’nung started to use it as blackmail in a way and when he learned it turned you on to degrade you with it, he wouldn’t let you live it down.

Ao’nung started to think about maybe giving Neteyam an opportunity to fuck his mate, given that maybe he’d get to explore him too.

So, Ao’nung found Neteyam and propositioned him.

“I will let you fuck my mate, provided that you let me fuck you too.”

Neteyam was confused at first, but then he leaned in and kissed Ao’nung and he kissed back. Ao’nung put his hand into Neteyam’s braids, he pulled Neteyam closer, he just wanted more of what Neteyam was giving him.

“You boys having fun?”

Neteyam and Ao’nung stopped and looked at you standing there with a smile, Neteyam started to blush heavily.

“Look at this little baby boy, all shy around you. What are you going to do about it?” Ao’nung said to you with a cocky smirk.

“Come to our marui, this will last awhile and I don’t want interruptions.”

Ao’nung smirked as he followed you with Neteyam following closely behind him.

As Ao’nung and Neteyam opened the flap to the mauri, they saw you standing there, your back to them as you started to untie your chest covering.

“So, which of you wants first?”

“Do Neteyam, yawne. He’s already half hard just from kissing me. I could only imagine what he would do once you get your mouth on him.”

You turn around and smile, you walk towards Neteyam, you had lust glazing your eyes. Neteyam felt nervous but he could feel his dick twitching as you got closer and closer to him. Ao’nung smirked right next to Neteyam, he knew what Neteyam was in for, he’d been in Neteyam's position.

“Do you prefer to stand, be against the wall, or sitting?”

“Maybe he should sit, yawne. I don’t want him to fall.”

You smirked up at Ao’nung and rolled your eyes, “okay Neteyam sit down or lay down.”

“You’re gonna fucking love this, pretty boy,” Ao’nung smirked at Neteyam as he got comfortable on the floor.

You took off Neteyam’s loincloth, he was pretty much solid, and you started to stroke him till he was leaking precum. You slowly took the head into your mouth; your tongue circled the head before you took him into the back of your throat. Your hands lightly gripped his thighs before you started the bob your head up and down. Neteyam was whining out, his hands threaded into your curly locks as you kept sucking his cock. Neteyam moaned out and tilted his head back on Ao’nung’s thighs and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I told you you’d fucking love it,” Ao’nung said moving hair off Neteyam’s forehead.

Ao’nung moved from Neteyam’s side and went to behind you, you were too busy sucking off Neteyam to see what Ao’nung was doing. It wasn’t till you felt Ao’nung’s fingers enter you that it made you moan onto Neteyam’s dick. Neteyam gripped your hair harder, he was close, and you could feel it as it twitched on your tongue. You sucked harder and took it deeper down your throat, which had him cumming shortly after. You pushed it to the back of your throat to have his cum go right down your throat without tasting it.

You took your mouth off his dick and went to sit up more or as much as you could with Ao’nung’s fingers in you.

“Mind-blowing right? Just wait till you are inside. That’s really fucking mind-blowing. She’s blissfully tight,” Ao’nung could get hard just talking about you to Neteyam.

Ao’nung could describe all the ways you’ve gotten off together and he could probably cum just from that. Ao’nung pulled his fingers out of you and licked them as he stared into Neteyam’s eyes.

“I’m letting your dream come true. Fuck her. Just like you’ve always dreamed of.”

Neteyam’s eyes were wide and surprised it was that easy.

“I’m gonna stretch you out while you fuck her. Once you're good enough, I’m going to fuck you while you fuck her. You better take good care of my mate, pretty boy otherwise this will get rough.”

Neteyam sat up and helped you lay down; he moved between your legs and removed your loincloth.

“You’re dripping. Eywa you’re gorgeous.”

Neteyam wasn’t a virgin but he only slept with two other girls and once or twice each. Ao’nung had him beat, he’d fucked you countless times and in so many different ways. There was no way he could do any better than Ao’nung, but he was determined to at least pleasure you. Neteyam rubbed at your clit a little bit before pushing in slowly, you moaned out as he pushed in.

Ao’nung went in behind Neteyam once he bottomed out and started to finger his tight ring of muscles. Neteyam stopped his movements as he gripped your hips harder, the feeling of Ao’nung’s fingers wasn’t bad but it took a moment to adjust. Neteyam slowly started to move again as he adjusted to the feeling, it was starting to feel quite nice. The stretch was pleasant then Ao’nung removed his fingers, Neteyam felt empty for a moment before he stilled as Ao’nung pushed his thick hard cock into Neteyam.

Neteyam stayed still as he waited for the stretch to feel better before he started to thrust into you again. He could hear Ao’nung grunting in his ear, it just made him want to fuck you harder. Neteyam started to thrust into you, slowly at first but it started to feel better as he went. Neteyam was being stimulated from both sides, he swore he was going to cum again. He could feel Ao’nung’s hands grip at his hips or his waist, he almost was loving Ao’nung fucking him.

Ao’nung was being surprisingly soft with him, maybe because Ao’nung knew he had never done this before. It also could have been because Ao’nung had never done this before, it could have also been so he didn’t hurt Ao’nung’s mate.

He didn’t really know.

Either way, Neteyam loved it, he loved you more and he felt a deep connection with Ao’nung. Neteyam knew he was close to cumming, he was being stimulated all around. He could feel you squeezing him, he knew you were close and good thing because he was too. He wasn’t sure about Ao’nung but he could feel his cock twitching, Ao’nung had to be close.

“Are you gonna cum yawne?” Ao’nung asked.

You nodded with a cry.

“Good, ‘cause I think our boy is close too,” Ao’nung said as he kissed Neteyam’s shoulder.

“Like you’re one to talk, I think you are too,” Neteyam said.

Neteyam leaned forward and kissed you as you came around his cock, you squeezed him perfectly. He came inside you and then Ao’nung came in him, it was a chain reaction. Neteyam was whining out as he came, he was kissing down your chest, Ao’nung did the same thing to Neteyam’s back.

“Did that blow your mind or what?”

“That was amazing,” Neteyam replied to Ao’nung.

“Told you so,” Ao’nung said as he pulled out of Neteyam.

Neteyam followed suit and pulled out of you, he laid down next to you and Ao’nung joined on the other side of you. You laid there in between the boys in bliss, you were happy to have had both of them with you, and you felt your love for both of them grow.

“You know baby boy; I would say I’m starting to like you. almost too much,” Ao’nung said.

“Me too, actually think I would say I’m falling for you,” Neteyam replied.

“Neteyam, are you trying to steal my boy?”

“Not necessarily steal, maybe share.”

“You wanna share Ao’nung but not me?”

“I would share you but then you have to share with Ao’nung.”

“Do I not get a say in this?” Ao’nung said as he kissed your shoulder.

“Maybe, would you share me if I shared Neteyam?”

“That could be in order, if we do this together all the time,” Ao’nung said.

“I am definitely down to do this again. This was fun. Better than I’ve ever done,” Neteyam said.

“Yeah because you’re with us obviously,” Ao’nung laughed.

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