#his last moments and he touches her braid
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|| warnings: as!reader, semi reader-centric from Az's viewpoint, more detail to pre-Cauldron meeting, protective Nesta, mentions of previous pieces to this series, little touch of angst, fluff, starfall!fic, mating bond, suggestive, nsfw: piv, unprotected sex (make informed decisions, kids!), soft sex, fingering]
The first time Azriel meets you, you're human. Painfully mortal but beautiful, even for the wary way you watch him from beside your sisters.
He thinks you may orbit closer to how Elain views it all, frightened rather than combative, no teeth on display like Nesta. But you do not shy away, nor do you lash out ㅡ you simply watch. You don't speak, but the protective shift of Nesta, other side of your fair coin, says enough.
He hears you for the first time, however, before they depart. You stand a few feet away, watching him before your lips part.
"For what it's worth," you tell him, "Feyre looks happier now. Happier than she ever was with us." You pause. "I'm glad."
The second time that Azriel sees you, it's as you're being thrown into the Cauldron. You fight much like your sisters, but you still go under ㅡ and reemerge as something you'd never wanted to be.
And just like that, you're launched into Azriel's life with all the force and grace of a shooting star.
"Guess what?"
From the way Cassian is grinning at him, Azriel isn't sure that he wants to know. There are a thousand reasons for him to be looking like that, all amused mischief as his eyes gleam.
"What," he says, weary as Cassian throws an arm around his shoulders.
"Mor told [Name] about how Starfall is coming up," his brother says and while his tone is conversational, there's smug edge to it that makes Azriel want to punch him.
"And?" He prompts, pulling free of Cassian's grip to avoid giving into that temptation.
"Come on," Cassian goads, "it'd be the perfect time to tell her about the mating bond." When Azriel tenses, Cassian gives him a look. "Everyone knows, Az. We can all tell."
The Illyrian doesn't blush outright, but color blooms a little on his cheeks as he counters roughly, "Everyone but [Name]."
Cassian's smile dims. "Well, yeah. But if you told herㅡ"
"No." Azriel's tone is quiet but sharp. "I won't do that to her." He won't force you, refuses to. You've already had so much taken from you, decided for you ㅡ he won't be the one to add more.
He's content with what he has with you now, truly ㅡ even though there have been several instances this last week alone where he's wanted to do nothing but kiss you.
He's waited this long, after all ㅡ what's a little more?
Despite being your twin, it isn't often that Nesta indulges in anything particularly affectionate with you ㅡ so when she offers to braid your hair for Starfall, you accept.
Sitting down in the chair before the vanity in your room, you watch her pluck your brush from the counter before you speak.
"Hey, Nes?" You wait for her soft sound of acknowledgement. "You and Cassian are mates, right? Like Feyre and Rhysand?"
"Yes," she answers slowly, watching you in the mirror ㅡ trying to figure out what you're trying to get at as she sets the brush down and begins finger combing through your hair. "Why?"
Your gaze drops from hers to your fingers, brow furrowing in thought about how to tread forward. "...What...what did the bond feel like?"
Her fingers still in your hair for a moment, and you can feel her gaze on you. Weighing, assessing ㅡ wondering why you're asking. Your gaze doesn't leave your hands. The fingers through your hair resume, sectioning it out.
"I don't know how to put it," she says quietly, quieter than you've ever seen your sister be as she begins plaiting your hair. You lapse into silence, watching her. For all her sharp edges, she's just as beautiful as she's always been ㅡ and you understand why Cassian loves her as fiercely as he does.
She sweeps the braid off your neck, winds it into an elaborate halo the same shade as her own ㅡ pinned into place by a handful of pearl-head pins.
"Like coming home," Nesta finally says, and your eyes lock. "It felt like coming home."
In the countless centuries that he's been alive, Azriel genuinely doesn't think he's ever seen anything as beautiful as you are.
You turn as he approaches, and he forgets how to breathe for a second, heart stuttering in his chest. Silhouetted against the night sky, your dress shimmers like liquid starlight ㅡ but his eyes flick to your earrings, the necklace that rests against your collarbone. Both are deep blue ㅡ the same shade as his siphons, his Starfall gift to you.
He tries not to read into it, even for the way it sends his heart beating faster at the idea of the subtle claim to you.
"There you are," you say as he approaches, "I was waiting for you."
"I was looking for you," he counters, smile tugging at his lips as you answer with your own, and when he reaches the railing of the balcony, you slip to stand beside him. "Not one for parties?"
"Not really," you admit. It'd taken a hearty glass of wine from Mor to keep you from changing your mind and hiding in your room ㅡ and even now, the slow sweep of Azriel's eyes over you makes nerves buzz beneath your skin.
Turning away for a moment, you pluck the neatly wrapped parcel from beside you and present it to him, trying to keep your voice steady. "This is for you."
Azriel blinks and then reaches to take it from you, paper crinkling beneath his fingers. "You didn't have to."
"I wanted to," you say, trying not to think of the other parcel still on your bed, neatly tied with a bow. Instead, you busy yourself with watching as Azriel tugs the paper free carefully, popping the box open.
It's a sheath. Made of dark to match his fighting leathers, polished metal clasps wink dully in the light, and words are tumbling from your lips before you can stop them.
"It's for Truth-teller," you say, resisting the urge to wring your hands, "I saw some like it at a shop and went in to ask if it'd be possible to make one custom."
Hope sparks in Azriel's veins, sings at the fact you had it made especially for him. "It's beautiful," he murmurs. "Thank-you."
Relief floods you, but you're not done yet. You exhale softly, steeling yourself. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about, actually."
Azriel stills.
"I'm still adjusting to all of...this," you say, gesturing vaguely, "but it's been easier for me, because of you. I appreciate what you've done for me. And I ㅡ I'm not sure if I really understand the whole concept of mates, but.." You can feel his attention on you, unfaltering as you force yourself to meet his eyes. "You make me feel safe in ways nobody else has, and I ㅡ I love you, Azriel."
Azriel stares at you. And for one horrifyingly too-still moment, you think he's going to reject you. That you're wrong, that the pull you've felt has been all you ㅡ and then he's kissing you.
His hands, scarred and just as beautiful as the rest of him, cup your face gently as you lean into him with wordlessly eager curl of your own fingers into his shirt.
Idly, Azriel notes that the stars have begun their yearly descent, but neither it nor the sweet strains of music matter when your lips are so soft against his.
"We are," he murmurs against your mouth when he finally convinces himself to pull away, wiping at the tears that slip from your eyes. "Mates. I've known for a while."
You blink up at him. "How long have you known?"
He thumbs at the soft plush of your cheek. "Since that first time I took you for a flight at night."
Your lips tremble. "Oh," you say. "Oh."
And then you're crying again, and Azriel is all too happy to kiss every single tear away.
If he died right now, he'd die content.
You're against him in the way he's only allowed himself to dream about, face tucked into his neck and breathing steady, heartbeat a perfect match for his.
Gone is your dress, draped against a chair in your room, swapped for the comfort of a sweater of his, black material that drapes to your mid thigh and wreaths you in his scent. The earrings and necklace have stayed, and he'd be lying if he said it doesn't feed into that instinctive, territorial need.
"Still have something for you," you mumble, half-asleep lilt to your tone that makes him squeeze you to him tighter before he relents, letting you pull away from him.
"You're going to spoil me," he says, and you huff a soft laugh.
"Maybe you deserve to be," you answer with a gentle tug to that bond, one that he answers in kind. You return with a small box, presenting it to him with the glimmer of starlight in your eyes as he sits up.
The ribbon wound around it is also blue, a touch that makes his lips quirk before he's opening it. Nestled in the middle is a tiny tart of flaky crust and mixed berries, sugar sprinkled carefully over it.
"I was told that I had to offer you food to show that I accepted the bond," you say, quiet as you watch him pull the tart from the box. "Hopefully it tastes as good as it looks?"
Azriel blinks. "You made this?"
You nod. "Before everything," you say, voice quiet, "when we were still...I used to sneak down to the kitchen and watch the cooks."
Azriel brings the tart to his lips. It's sweet, the crust crisp ㅡ but more than that, he lives for the way your eyes light up, the happiness that vibrates down the bond and magnifies his own.
He swears he'll do whatever he has to in order to keep seeing that beautiful smile of yours.
"Come here," he murmurs, opens his arms for you as you crawl back onto the bed to fold yourself back against him ㅡ and then his fingers are under your chin, tilting your head up for a kiss.
Kissing Azriel is something that you're absolutely certain that you'll never get tired of. The kiss deepens, and he tastes of berries and sugar, making your head spin more than wine ever has.
The creep of his fingertips against your bare legs makes you shiver and press into him, soft noise leaving your lips. Azriel's hands curl against your legs for a moment before he's kissing you harder, a little rougher ㅡ and then he's turning, pressing you into your bed as his mouth leaves yours.
The work of his teeth against your pulse makes you jolt with a soft moan, and you're squirming by the time he pulls away to look at his handiwork, pupils almost engulfing his iris. "Beautiful," he rasps, and you reach to pull him back against you.
Your fingers slip beneath his shirt to span against toned muscle and warm skin, delighting in every twitch and shiver you get as you explore.
There are slots in it to allow his wings, and you slip your hands free so that he can remove his shirt before you're touching him again. Your fingers trace the dark whorls of ink over his shoulders, following the delicate curls until he's pinning your arms above your head.
"If you keep touching me like that," he tells you, "I'm going to lose my mind."
Slotted between your legs, you can feel the hard press of him against your inner thigh, and he groans when you arch into him.
One hand keeps your wrists above your head as the other shoves the material of his sweater up, pulling until he's tossing it over the edge of the bed.
The soft sound he gets when he palms at your breast makes him wonder if he can come from just your noises alone ㅡ and then he's mouthing at your ribs, kissing against your navel and then back up to your lips.
The kiss is deceptively sweet for how he pairs it with the slip of his hand between your legs, groaning at the abundant arousal that wets his fingers.
A choked moan leaves your lips as he slides a finger into you, the pulsing clamp of your walls around the intrusion as your brow knits, hips jerking against the exploratory thrust of his digit, soon joined by a second.
You pant as he works you open, the curl and spread of Azriel's fingers making you writhe as pleasure pools in your lower belly.
Azriel doesn't miss a thing, taking in every little twitch of your body, the sounds that you make ㅡ committing it all to memory. It's all far better than what he'd imagined, and his name has never sounded better than when it spills from your lips as you tighten around his fingers.
He eases you through the pleasure that sweeps over you, murmuring such soft praise into your skin that your chest aches. His fingers slip out of you, your whine of protest cut short by the way he kisses you soundly.
There's the gentle coax of your legs to part them a little further ㅡ and then he's bare against you, nudging at your slick folds before he sinks into you.
Light sparks at your fingertips, calmed by the slot of Azriel's fingers between yours, pushing them down into the bed beside your head as his hips roll against yours.
Azriel takes his time with you. He keeps his pace steady and languid, the creak of the bed beneath you and your shared moans a quiet symphony he wants to hear for eternity.
Your pleasure crests a second time with the warmth of his mouth at your breast and this time you take him with you, the hot spill of him making you whine his name ever so sweetly.
He takes you two more times after that, finishing with you splayed out over him, your backdrop the night sky beyond your window as you put all the stars to shame.
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other half 彡 levi ackerman
» summary ⋆ levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch. (how he acts when he’s in love)
» content ⋆ levi ackerman x reader. fluff, hurt/comfort. mentions character deaths. written with season four, special two in mind.
» word count ⋆ 1070
Levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch.
That’s because, growing up, he lost everyone he treasured.
His mother passed away when he was nothing more than a living skeleton, too young to live on his own. The last memory he recalls is laying his head down on her lap and her feather-like touch. Her fingers were gentle as they ran through his hair. Sometimes it had grown so long to the point where she’d braid them.
The man who found Levi, rotting beside the corpse of his mother, raised him as though he was a caretaker, but not like a father. It’s vague in Levi’s older years, but he remembers the head pats and the hair ruffling. The man was overall careless and strong, but he had soft moments where he’d praise Levi. And just out of the blue, the mystery man abandoned him. Years later, when it was revealed that this man was his uncle all along, he had died in the next moment.
Then there was Furlan and Isabel, the only two people he had considered his family in his adult years Underground. Isabel was a girl with no personal space for the people she cared for. For as long as she could remember, she loved hugs. And while Levi was stiff and complaint about it, she’d do it again and again. Pats on the shoulder from Furlan were enough of a relief to know he was there. Yet, they soon left, devoured on their first expedition outside the walls.
Levi’s very first squad respected his space, unlike Isabel. Even so, they meant something to him. He’d only seen the aftermath of their lives. He doesn’t have much of a physical memory from them. He carries the weight of being unable to protect them as they always would for him.
Then came the commander—both of them. The people he grew to appreciate. He wouldn’t dare to admit out loud they had become his friends. The two strong leaders made a great sacrifice for the sake of humanity. It was heavy. Like the death of his squad, he added that weight to the list. He could feel the hands of Erwin and Hange on his shoulders urging him on.
They’re all gone. Bittersweet memories. Repeating nightmares taunt him just when he thinks he’s got it wrapped around his head.
Through such hardships, he’s gifted with you. The war hasn’t come to an end, not yet, but you’re the only person he knows who survived countless battles from the very beginning.
You have become the only person in the entire world to whom he will cry, vent, and lean toward when he needs to. Whenever he wants to.
His comfort is his best friend. His lover. His partner in crime. That’s always going to be you.
Anyone who catches him holding your hand or kissing your cheek may find it strange. He doesn’t want to be touched by anyone, let alone touch someone himself. He’s a damn intimidating man. One look is all he needs to drive people away. And while it took some time to get to the point where he could freely be himself, the thought that he doesn’t deserve you still gnaws at him.
You treat him like a living person, not as Humanities Strongest. You went through hell and back just to get to know him, to understand him—why he acts and feels the way he does. You’ve changed him into a better man, and you’ve accepted his flaws. Your devotion and love are so innocent and pure, he knows you’d do it all over again. Just for him.
He didn’t make it easy to break down his walls. His guard was exhaustingly high. He tried to push you away in case of the day he loses you, then it wouldn’t hurt so much. But as his calloused hands find their place on the soft skin of your cheeks, eyes shining of love, giggles echoing in his ears, he doesn’t look back. You’re the one he wants to protect. Lay his life down for. A reason to look ahead.
Sometimes, you’re too busy laughing to notice he smiles when you’re this close. But you know he’s content despite how rarely he smiles.
At meetings or meals, he’ll sit across from you. There are times when he rests the tip of his boot atop yours lightly. It’s just his way of keeping in contact with you. If he decides to sit next to you, he’ll be close enough that your knees press against his gently. It did take him some time to kiss you, but he was uneasy about public displays of affection. On his own, and with your patience, he comes to terms with holding your finger or keeping a grip around your waist whenever you’re out together.
He’s a different man in private. He holds you so close, hugging you tightly like you’ll disappear if he lets go. He loves it when you come to the office late at night, settling yourself on his lap as he completes his work—writing with one hand and holding you against him with the other (he complains someone will see and that you should be getting rest, but makes no effort to get you off). When exhaustion kicks in, Levi loves to rest his head on your shoulder, keeping a hand on your thigh and gently caressing the fabric of your pants or, even better, your skin. His body weight is all on you when he’s knocked out cuddling, not that you’ve ever complained about it. Not that you ever will.
Who would’ve guessed the stoic captain had such a soft side?
Nighttime is the worst. A swarm of nightmares disturb his rest. That’s when he becomes desperate for your touch. Your chest and your lap, that’s his new favorite pillow. Your fingers playing with his hair, his undercut, or rubbing his upper back boosts his melatonin. Your arms are the safest place in such an unforgiving world. You’re a calming piece of his life he doesn’t dare to lose.
He can’t.
Even though the war isn’t over, and there’s no time to spend together, it’s your presence that aids him for a while. Even if he can’t see with his eye properly, he relies on touch. Just your hand, and he’s good.
Who would he be without you? He doesn’t want to know.
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Lowkey need yandereJake sex… imagine you finally get comfy enough to mate with him and he litteraly treats you like a princess the entire time constantly praising you for any action you do 😭
YASSSS GOOD YANDERE JAKE SMUTTTTTT! 💃💃💃💃
Mating time (Yandere! Jake Sully x Fem! Reader)
Content warnings: English isn’t my first language, this hasn’t been proofread yet, it is an extremely loooong one-shot.
General warning: SMUT, if you feel uncomfortable with the idea of this 3 meters tall aliens having monster cocks, please don’t read this 🤠 I have the strange idea that the queue/braid can give them orgasms, so it will be used as an overstimulating prop.
Specific tags for this smut: dirty talking, praising, Jake being a pussy eater (it is already a accepted headcanon in the fandom lol), foreplay, handjob, belly bulge (even if you are a Na’vi), overstimulation, squirting, cum eating. Soft dom! Yandere! Jake Sully. Jake Sully purring and whining. Porn without plot.
[ 3rd Person POV ]
Jake beamed at Y/n as she finished saying that she was ready to mate with him. He had waited so long, trying to not manipulate her. He wanted this to be real, for her and for him.
His tails swished with excitement as he looked at her. “Let’s do this” he said.
They went to a secluded area, Jake seemed so happy he could die. Y/n felt a little bit concerned about it.
“Baby, I am so happy” he said, pulling her towards him and roughly kissing her. His tongue explored her mouth with force, yet his hands were drawing soft and gentle patterns into her skin.
Y/n moaned and Jake could swear he saw the stars. He wanted to hear more of that. He stared peppering kisses along her neck, making her whine. He swore he got harder just for that.
He undid her loincloth rather easily, pushing aside the necklace that worked as a top. His hands traveled the inside of her thighs, not quite touching what was important. His mouth licked, sucked and kissed every patch of skin on her breasts, making the moment hot and romantic. His gentle and caring movements relaxing Y/n.
His hand pressed softly against the skin of her entrance, he caressed every spot with softness. It even seemed like he was teasing her instead of pleasing her.
“Mmmm.. MaJake” Y/n muttered, her whines and moans getting in the way “more…”. Jake smiled proudly, lowering himself until he could start eating her out. Her hands flew to his hair in an instant.
He started licking in circles around the labia, sometimes penetrating her with his tongue. Jake knew exactly what he was doing.
Once he found the clit, he started sucking, making slurping noises just to embarrass her. “Jake, oh Eywa” she moaned, her ears flattened against her skin, her moans escaping her parted lips. “Come on, sweetheart” Jake said, introducing one slender finger into her. She moaned and her back arched.
He continued to make her feel pleasure while he waited patiently for her to cum. Her breath hitched in her throat, her toes curled and for a moment her eyes rolled back. He drank her cum as she released and came down from her high.
“Ah… ahh” she said “For the love of Eywa, Jake, how do you do that?” She asked, amazed. “Do what?” He passed a finger upwards her slit, making her shiver with the tiniest overstimulation.
They began making out again, Y/n tasting herself in his mouth. Her hand began traveling downwards until she found his cock and started playing with it. Jake’s attitude changed, he became whinier and started panting as soon as she started pumping.
Jake moaned deep in his throat. Pre-cum leaked from his top while he started moving his hips to meet the movement of her hand. He didn’t stop once the kissing and he slowly started giving hickeys to her neck once they separated.
“I want to put it in you…” Jake growled as he began softly bitting one of her nipples. She nodded. “Do it” her voice close to a whisper as she continued masturbating him.
Jake steadied himself, giving Y/n one last kiss before aligning his dick on her pussy. “I am going in…” he moaned once he felt the tightness around his dick. “Is so hot I feel I could melt” he says.
Face to face, both moving at the rhythm of their moans and the sound of skin against skin. “Ah… baby” Jake sometimes moaned. He pulled it almost out completely before, without much force, turning Y/n completely around, now she was riding on a reverse cowgirl style.
He started rutting into her with speed, pulling her thoughts up and down with his strong hands. He pressed her to himself, her back against his chest. “Oh look, love” Jake said, stoping the unhuman speed humping to play with her stomach. In the lowers my point of her tummy there was a a bulge that appeared and disappeared as Jake’s cock entered and came out.
Y/n whined with shyness. “Such a beautiful sight” Jake murmured against her hair and pressed one hand against her belly. She moaned, moving her head. Jake noticed that they had just mated “human” style but their queues were yet to be connected.
He took his, nearing hers and seeing how they connected. Soon both of them felt an overwhelming feeling. They could feel their own pleasure but a ten times stronger experience.
“Ahhh… Jake, what are you doing?” Y/n moaned. The new sensation had her body’s sensitivity going over the roof. Her pleasure tingling in every muscle of her body. She felt the coil in her stomach stronger, growing closer to an orgasm.
“Ahhhh, Jake, oh Eywa, what a sensation” she moaned, her pussy clenching around his dick with such force he felt heaven. She came again, her fluids running down his cock and into his thighs. She began a trembling mess, little chills going up and down her spine.
“Ahh, I am coming” Jake said. “Where do you want it?” He asked. Suddenly Y/n turned around dumbfounded. “Where?” She asked.
“There isn’t enough time” he pulled out started immediately jacking off. As Y/n was now sitting on the floor, he got up, lowered himself and demanded “open your pretty little mouth, atta girl”.
Y/n did as ordered, opening her mouth and receiving all of Jake’s load, not letting a single drop be wasted.
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𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪
Jake Sully x Avatar Reader
A/N: This is not part on any request. I just had sudden wave of inspiration and decided to write something short for Avatar. Hope that ones who will read it have fun with it.
Please remember english is not my native language , so be aware of any mistakes.
Work contains smut , minors do not interact.
Part 2
He didn't know when everything around him fell quiet.
His thoughts focused on the woman in front of him. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she smiled.
He wasn't even sure when she stopped in place, only turning her head towards him to see why he suddenly fell silent.
-Are you okay Jake? - she asked looking at him carefully - Have you been blinded by my beauty so much? - she asked after a while with a malicious smile, tickling his leg with her tail.
Yes, he wanted to say. But at the last moment he stopped himself, lowering his head slightly downwards.
-You wish - he said as he walked past her.
Y/n followed him with her eyes, cautiously following his movements before moving herself, going past the man to go first again.
-I’m not the one who has been looking at me for a long time - she noticed softly, giggling after a while when her golden irises noticed the embarrassment on Sully's face - Don't worry, I won't tell anyone - she added, mimicking a locking motion on her mouth.
-I honestly don't care if you tell anyone - he confessed, imperceptibly approaching her.
-Oh, and why? Aren't you afraid that after this no woman from the tribe will want you? - she asked, teasingly - Now that we can choose a mate, I wouldn't jump from one flower to another if I were in your place.
-I already know which woman I want - he said without breaking their eye contact even for a moment.
-And does she know it? - Y/n wondered, tilting her head up to get a full look at the avatar's face.
-I believe so, but she loves to make my life difficult - he replied, hesitantly brushing away a lost strand of her hair with his hand.
-We can't Jake - she stated, turning her head away from him.
-And why not? - he asked, placing his hands on her neck so he could guide her jaw with his fingers, which he pointed back at him. - We have the right to do this, so why not Y/n? Explain this to me.
-We're not Na'vi, Jake - she began, frowning in irritation - Feelings are something more powerful here. They're important, they're long-lasting. What happens when we get back to our bodies, what then, hmm? We'll act like nothing happened while in Omaticay's eyes we'll be a married couple, one body and one soul - she explained, touching the skin under which his heart was.
The man took her hand and, lifting it, he kissed her knuckles.
-Is it really that bad? - he asked tenderly - Here or there, my decision will be the same - he announced, looking for hesitation in her eyes - What is yours?
-My mind tells me it's going to end badly - she replied, looking down.
-And what your heart says? - he asked.
-My heart...my heart says I need you. I need you by my side - she confessed.
-You have me - Jake replied almost immediately, his lips gliding over her blue face, marking with kisses every patch of skin exposed to him.
Y/n closed her eyes allowing the man to make every move, running her hands through his body herself, stopping at the nape of his neck at the border of his hair, which she caught between her slender fingers, pulling again and again as his mouth got closer to hers.
Finally Sully connected their lips in a slow and sensual kiss, so gentle that the young woman could compare the feeling to the touch of butterfly wings.
Her legs finally gave out, causing the avatar to grab her around the waist, carefully sinking to the ground with her, not interrupting their shared caress.
Every touch, every kiss and every embrace was like hot metal, leaving its mark on their bodies. However, when Y/n felt the touch on her braid, her intoxication faded. Opening her eyes, she watched Jake lift it up, guiding it towards him with the other hand taking his and binding them together.
Y/n's entire body trembled, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Her insides were overcome by an uncontrollable wave of warmth and pleasure and before she had time to think she was rubbing against the black-haired man like a cat, and when he moved her body, placing her on his lap, she began to moan softly, clinging to his arms like a last resort, too absorbed to noticing Sully marking her neck with wet kisses.
The next feeling the avatar experienced was the feeling of wet earth beneath her back. The man laid her down, slowly straightening up so he could look at the woman beneath him. She lay with her palms up while the violet light from the trees fell on her beautiful face. Her hair was scattered like halo around her head, and her yellow eyes were clouded with lust.
Unable to stop himself, Jake went back to molting her smooth body, tracing his way from the hollow of her neck, through her bare shoulders, the valley between her breasts, and her belly, feeling the Y/n muscles tense and unclench under his tongue. With a large hand, he grabbed the small fabric that covered her breasts, attacking them when his hand showed only a small piece of newly discovered skin.
She grabbed his hair, making sure the braids didn't separate under the sudden movements she made, writhing under Sully's body like a possessed woman. But when she spread her legs, pushing her pelvis into him in a suggestive way, he stopped again, looking at her with a question in his eyes.
-Are you sure? - he asked in a low voice full of the desire he was holding back.
-We've already done something that is considered sacred - she noted - Might as well go all the way - she admitted, her thumbs stroking his cheekbones - Unless you don't want to.
Jake wanted to laugh. How could he not want it when the woman he loved so much lay beneath him, moaning and whimpering, demanding his attention.
-There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you - he replied, lifting her body up so that she was sitting comfortably on his thighs, and she spread her legs so that her knees lay on either side of his hips.
-That doesn't answer my question - she muttered like a spoiled child, leaning against the man's torso.
-I know it do, you just want to finish me off - he said, kissing her forehead.
-Hmm...- she whispered, after a while moaning loudly, feeling how he enters her slowly, stretching her from the inside.
Their heads began to rub against each other as the feeling of euphoria flooded them harder and harder as their bodies merged into one.
One they both realized. Now they were one body, one heart, one mind, one soul.
-Jake - Y/n whimpered into his ear, pulling his body as close as possible, even though there was no space between them.
-I'm here, I am - he whispered into her hair, moving his loins with her.
The couple sank into each other even more if that was possible.
Every touch, kiss, or tighter grip of the skin they felt on each other and it was the best feeling imaginable. Neither wanted the moment to end, desperately trying to prolong it with each thrust and each clench.
Everything around them lost its importance, even when nature itself, seeing their actions, surrounded them with a safe coat, allowing the lovers to fully devote themselves to their feelings.
They made love for hours, never feeling the need to stop. Their hands, tongues and mouths wandered as their hips moved in an intimate dance.
Only the bright light falling on their faces and the unexpected fatigue coming in huge amounts made the two bodies separate from each other.
However, not souls, not hearts, no ,these were connected.
Now and forever.
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I really really LOVE the Touch chapters with Alastor. You write it so well! Although you have a fic on touch now already I was wondering if I could request something similar?
Persoanlly I think I'd be a really affectionate and touchy person but I simply cannot initiate touch without knowing where to touch, how long, how much pressure and so on. And asking people before hand makes them really confused and tbh I hate having to explain myself and sound needy about it. Idk if it's just me having some weird thing going on.
Anyways, would you consider writing Al with a reader that just got to the hotel and is very straight forward with people about their fear of initiating physical contact during times where reader knows someone would appreciate a hug or pat or any kind of physical contact but reader can't give it them before clearing just how hey want the touch to be.
So Alastor notices that reader acts very affectionate in moments with people who initiate touch (cuddles with Angel on the couch, does Charlie's hair). But at the same time he notices that they shy away and sometimes flinch away when reader touches someone by accident (handing someone something and their hands brush, etc) and apologizes as if they had just burned them.
He goes to figure out why that is and kind of challenges reader to touch him (after him consenting of course) whenever because the struggle and fear amuses him plenty but somewhere deep down he wants them to grow comfortable and confident since that is how their personality is over all and it suits them way better than the cowardly insecure overthinking reader who is too scared to ask for a hug on an especially bad day, even when it could literally save their afterlife.
Just fluff and more physical affection and soft Alastor
You don't have to though! We have already been blessed with some amazing works by you
Would appreciate it to the moon and back if you would take this request (or add another part to your Touch chapters because I am a girl OBSSESSED and starved, hungry for more lol)
Thank you sooooo much for reading and I hope you have a lovely weekend!!!!! <3
Hi! I hope this is something like what you wanted? I had fun writing this. Sorry it took me a little while, haha.
Challenge
Pairing: Alastor x Reader
Tags: Fluff, touch sensitive reader/Alastor, slightest tinge of angst
Word Count: 2,839
When you had come to the hotel, Alastor was sure you weren’t going to last long. You avoided eye-contact with others, and your hands constantly fidgeted. You shifted on your feet, and rocked back on your heels constantly. Even when standing in one place, you couldn’t seem to be still. You seemed shifty, and he was sure you would pull something, and he would have to remove you. Alas, he was wrong. You stuck around, even if your weird tendencies only got weirder.
In the several weeks you had been residing in the hotel, not once had you initiated contact with anyone, not that he had seen. Alastor was sure you didn’t like it, until he saw Angel pick you up like a stuffed animal, and make you cuddle with him while watching the television. You had melted into the embrace, nuzzling against the soft fur of Angel’s upper shoulders. So Alastor needed to keep watching, and come up with a new explanation for your behavior.
At some point, Charlie had begged to ‘play’ with your long hair, so the two of you ended up dragging everyone into the sitting room for an impromptu ‘spa’ day. Charlie sat behind you, you were nearly in her lap, braiding one section of hair, and Vaggie was painting your claws. Angel was brushing out Husker’s fur. Niffty and Sir Pentious were talking and looking at the make up laid out across the coffee table. Alastor merely watched, amused by the group's antics every once in a while.
He watched the way your eyes fluttered when you were embraced by the girls, and the way you seemed so at ease. Nothing seemed particularly amiss. He wondered if you hadn’t been comfortable yet, and had nearly settled with that. That was, until Angel came home, nearly in tears, one day.
“Fuck!” Angel yelled, tossing his phone harshly. It was rare for Angel Dust to have such an outward burst of anger. He always put on a show of being satisfied with his work, even when he clearly wasn’t. When Angel had settled on one of the couches, his face collapsed into his hands. “I’m so fucking tired of Val…”
Angel mumbled to himself as you entered the lobby. You glanced at Angel, and then his shattered phone. You frowned, your soft features looking nearly angry, and then picked up his phone, and made your way to him. Alastor watched from the bar, interested to see how this interaction went.
“Hey, Angie. I uh, I got your phone,” you said quietly. You sat off to the side of the couch, looking out of place, and uncomfortable.
Angel mumbled something back, and your frown grew more severe. “I uh,” your voice trailed off, and your eyes started darting around. “Do you - do you want, like, a hug? I don’t really know what you need right now, I’m sorry.”
Alastor watches as Angel turns his head and whispers something to you. He doesn’t seem confused, not like Alastor is. He is clearly missing something. His eyes narrow, and he watches as you crawl up on the couch and awkwardly settle yourself against Angel’s side.
How bizarre! How could you possibly not know what he needed? You were a very empathetic person, always looking out for others, and you liked being held, clearly, so how would you lack this kind of knowledge.
Alastor decides to confront you about it, at a later time. He needed to know everything about this. Perhaps it would be useful!
The next day, Alastor decides to try and get you to touch him, and then go from there. (It had been a little while since he had decided to ‘wing’ something like this. How exciting! You weren’t a bore at all!) His best bet would be to invite you to assist him for the day, so he invites you to when you’re heading down the stairs that morning.
“Ah! Just the woman I was looking for! How are you this morning, dearest?” He settles his hand on the banister, near where yours is resting, and waits.
“Oh! Good morning Alastor. I’m doing okay. What is it you needed me for?” Your smile is gentle and your demeanor open, even if you can’t keep eye-contact.
“I was wondering if you would like to assist me today? We haven’t had much ‘bonding’ time as you and the others! I was hoping to rectify that,” he responds. He keeps his normal flair and watches you giggle at him.
“Of course, Al. It’s not like I had much going on today.” You pull back from the banister and twist to look at him better. “What do you have in mind?”
Alastor merely nods, and starts leading you down to the kitchen. “I was thinking you could assist me with breakfast, and then we can do some minor paperwork! We’ll decide what to do after that.”
You happily agree, and trail after him, leaving just enough space so you can’t ump into him.
“We are going to make french-toast, fried green tomatoes, and ham. Should be simple enough, dear!” He snaps, and the two of you are wearing aprons. You let out a surprised laugh, and smile up at him.
“I will never get over how cool that is!”
He waves you off, and starts pulling things out of the cabinets. He hands each one to you, waiting for you to make contact.
Then it happens.
You jerk your hand back so fast that the whisk he’d been handing to you falls to the floor with a clatter. Your whole body seems to shrink in on yourself, and your expression collapses.
“Oh. Oh, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You start rambling apologies, and it makes Alastor’s head cock to the side.
“Why are you sorry, dear?” His voice lilts with just the slightest amount of amusement, but you don’t seem to catch on to it.
“I- I touched you! I’m sorry! I don’t know how to do it appropriately, and I’m sorry! You have more boundaries than the others and I just-” Your rambling starts to annoy him, just the slightest bit, and his eyes narrow.
“I would tell you, if I had a problem with it,” he starts. “You don’t normally have a problem. Why is it a problem now?”
You frown, harshly. It is the first time he has seen such a negative emotion on your face. (Something in him is unsettled at the sight. He ignores it, as he often does). “What do you mean? That’s not the same!”
Alastor is now genuinely confused. It is absolutely the same! How could it not be?
You seem to catch onto his confusion, and a small growl rips from your throat in frustration. “I’m okay with people touching me first, because that’s initiating contact, and they lead the whole time. It’s easier to understand what people want, and where it is okay to touch, based on how they feel, and how they are touching me. But, but when I do it first, it’s hard to know what’s okay! I don’t have someone to mimic, and it’s- it’s hard!” Your face contorts further, and you’re palpably angry.
“All these social rules, and stuff can be so hard sometimes! It’s easier to just not do it! How can I hurt anyone if I don’t give myself the opportunity, you know?” You sigh, and drop your upper body on the kitchen island’s counter. “It sucks,” you say, your voice muffled by the counter.
Alastor feels a modicum of sympathy. You nearly have the exact opposite problem to him. You want to touch other, craving that closeness, but don’t know how to go about it. He would rather go without it, but knows exactly how to use touch on others, especially to get what he wants.
His mind whirls with thoughts of how pathetic you seem like this. You are normally so confident! Why let this silly worry prevent you from being the best you can be? His thoughts settle on a plan before he can really acknowledge it.
“Alright then, dearest!” Alastor smacks the counter, drawing your attention. “I have an idea. A challenge, if you will. To help you get over this silly fear of yours, I challenge you to this; you must touch me every day, at least once. Each touch must be a different kind than the last, and it can’t be for the same reason.” Alastor tilts his head at you, waiting for you to take the bait. “You are allowed to do it without asking, and it can be as big or small as you are comfortable with, but you need to do it. If you can do this, to the point where you are comfortable hugging the others without worrying about “hurting” them, then you win.”
Your head pops up from the counter, and you narrow your eyes at him. “What do I win?”
Alastor feels his grin widen. Yes, you would be fun to play with. “A small favor. Something simple. And confidence. It’s a shame that you are being held back by something so simple!”
You huff, but nod your head. “Fine. I touch you, once a day, unsolicited, and it’s gotta be different each time, or something like that. I win when I can hug everyone else without being touched first.”
“There’s my girl,” he says, watching your whole body stiffen in response. He laughs, and picks up the whisk from the floor. “Let’s continue with breakfast, yes?”
The first time you touch him is during a “movie night” that Charlie sets up the next day. She demanded Alastor participate, despite his well known hatred of television, and everything to do with that technology. You had silently approached him as the group set up pillows and blankets on the floor around the TV, and against the couches. The two of you watched idly, before you spoke up.
“Can I sit with you,” you asked softly.
“Of course, dear! Good company might make this terrible idea more… palatable,” Alastor grumbled. You smile at him, and laugh a little.
“Oh, the horror. Sitting with your friends, and relaxing,” you respond, tilting your head at him. His static surges for a moment, but he says nothing in response. You laugh again, although he’s not quite sure why.
When the group finally gets settled in for the movie, and the lights are turned off, he watches you shift about in your seat. Your eyes dart around the room, and your hands fidget. It takes a few minutes, the intro to the movie already going, for you to finally look at him. You scoot closer to him, more than halfway across the couch. You wait another moment, and Alastor’s eyes don’t move from your form. He just watches you fidget with amusement. Finally, you speak up, barely a whisper.
“Hey, can- can I lean on you?” You are so hesitant, and it makes his eyebrows furrow, just the slightest.
“Of course, dear,” he whispers back, his static barely a murmur. Your body slackens, all the tension drawn out.
“Oh, good,” you mumble, pressing your small form against his side. It takes a few moments, but then you are completely calm against him, head pressed into his arm, your hands against his waist, and knees curled up under you and tucked against his thigh. You mumble something about him being warm, and all Alastor can do is agree.
You are so very warm, and it has him almost anxious. He isn’t sure what about, as the room is calm, and the silly animated picture-show is easily ignored. You are so very warm, and he can feel each breath your body breathes in. He can nearly hear the soft pound of your heartbeat, even over the picture-show. His nose twitches at your scent. He will have to take a far-too hot bath later to remove it. It’s fine, though. It’s all part of the game.
Alastor ignores that you’ve fallen asleep on him. It’s for the best.
The next day, you offer him a “fist-bump”, which he doesn’t understand. You laugh, and explain the gesture, and show him how it looks.
“You do it when you did something cool, or when you’re having fun with your friends.” You smile at him and constantly gesture with your hands while you talk. It keeps his attention quite easily. “Ah, here, let’s see if you understand. What was the last cool thing you did? It can be whatever.”
Alastor thinks over the last few days exploits, and shrugs. “I made a sinner cry by merely looking at him, this morning.”
You go stock still before bursting out laughing. “Really? Oh my gosh. Seriously, fist-bump,” and you offer your knuckles. Alastor hesitantly returns the gesture, knocking your hands together. However clumsily it was done, it makes your smile wider. “Nice! Yeah, that’s exactly how you do it!”
If he tries the gesture on the others later on, he never tells you. Charlie got a kick out if, though. He refuses to tell her who told him about it.
One day, you’re assisting Niffty cleaning, but can’t reach a spot way too high for either of you to get. Neither of you can find a ladder, and Alastor is watching with a far too delighted smile. When you spot him, you smile mischievously.
“Alastoorrrrr,” You call, your eyes narrowing playfully. “Come here. Please.”
He strides over, not letting his hesitance show. “What can I do for you, my dear?”
“Can I get up on your shoulders? I need to be able to reach that spot with the duster.” You point up at where you need to dust. He looks over at it, and realizes you are definitely not getting up there without help.
Alastor cocks his head at you, thinking over the logistics, and then nods. He kneels down, and feels you pull yourself onto his back, propping each leg over his shoulders. When you are still, hands gently around his neck, he stands up straight. He feels you wobble and then balance with a laugh. Your hands let go of him. He feels each breath and laugh and words from you gently vibrate his head with how close the two of you are.
“I’m so tall! Hahah! This is great! I wish I was always this tall, haha!” You keep laughing, and readjust your duster, pointing at your destination. “Onwards, my steed!”
Alastor rolls his eyes at your antics, but obliges, standing closer to where you need to be. Niffty is squealing, and it’s making you laugh harder. Alastor joins in at some point, and then the three of you are running around the first floor of the hotel, terrorizing the others with your hijinks.
Alastor thinks, privately, that you make him laugh over the little things, something that he hasn’t done in a while. He isn’t sure how to feel about it.
It’s several weeks after the challenge had been initiated, that he finds you hiding in a side-closet. Alastor isn’t sure how he knew you would be there, but the discovery throws him. You’re crying. Nearly bawling your eyes out, and you look uncomfortable with the way your small body is curled into a tight ball, surrounded by cleaning supplies.
“Oh, hey, Al,” you say, your voice rough. “How’d you find me?”
“Just needed to follow the sound of despair, apparently, my dear,” he responds without a thought. He nearly winces when his words process, and he shakes his head. “I’m not sure, dear. Whatever are you doing in there?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Something upset me, but I can’t remember what.” Your voice trails off, and you look at where you have situated yourself. You huff, and pull yourself out with a grunt.
You dust off your knees, and the back of your pants, frowning. “Sorry you had to see that, haha.” You try to muster a smile, but Alastor sees right through it. “Right.”
Alastor simply watches as you shut the closet door, and try and calm yourself down.
“Gosh, I feel dumb.” You frown at the ground, and sigh. “Alright. Can I have a hug?”
Alastor’s eyebrows raise. Oh. You were finally ready to hug him. How interesting.
“Of course, dear.” He opens his arms, not even bothering to check for others seeing the interaction. You rub your face, and then step between his arms. You wrap yourself around him, loose at first, and then you embrace him hard. His arms fall around you, and he pulls you in close. His head settles on top of yours.
You are still so warm, and you smell wonderful; something comforting, something familiar. Your heart thrums against your ribs, and he can feel it pounding. His ears twitch at every soft sound.
This is nice. Although there is still time, part of him mourns the day you are ready to win his challenge. He supposes he can enjoy each little bit of connection the two of you have, until then.
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Sweet mind of yours…
Lo’ak x metkayinan fem reader (all aged up)
Warnings: fluff, smut, cursing, creampie, orgasms, p in v, belly bulge.
Synopsis: you and lo’ak had been close ever since he came to your clan seeking Uturu. It was clear that you both liked each other, but you were scared. Scared of what might happen if you finally let him in. What happens when you finally do?
“Wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” His words rolled off of his tongue like molasses with a bright smile. His baritone knocking you out of your trance.
You picked your head up, meeting his soft gaze. His eyes were pools of rich honey…inviting, almost too inviting. You were falling hard, and you knew other girls were too. He was the shiny new toy around the clan, but it seemed as if he wanted to spend all of his time with you.
His strong, calloused hands were delicately placed in his lap. His posture slightly slouched as he sat next to you on the edge of the rock. You’d normally bring him here to watch the sunset, but the sunset wasn’t the only view.
His freckles danced under the dimly lit sky, like painted constellations across his broad chest. His braided hair, placed in a loose ponytail as one braid covered his eye, courtesy of you. Once you told him how handsome he looked, he never stopped with the style.
His smile, so sweet and delicate. It made your heart flutter every time you saw him. And tonight seemed to prove no different.
“Thinkin’ about how dull my life was…before you came along.” You smiled back, a dusty purple tint staining your cheeks in nervousness.
“Is that so?” He asked playfully, bumping your shoulder with his gently. You let out a soft giggle, smiling down at your feet, swishing the ocean water around beneath you. You nodded in response.
“Yup. Know what else?” You turned to look at the side of his face briefly before turning away, avoiding eye contact at all costs. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to tell me, huh?” He chuckled, now staring at the side of your face, hoping you would give him the gift of your beautiful blue eyes. It was like you two were playing a game of tag. You were never good with direct eye contact, especially with lo’ak.
“How every girl here is probably frothing at the mouth for you.” You joked, but nothing about it was a game to you. It was scary to know that this could all end in the blink of an eye. He cocked an eyebrow, staring out into the crystal blue water.
“Nah. I'm not too much interested in any of those girls. Plus, I’ve got my eyes on a beauty already. Just wish she had her eyes on me…” the last sentence trailed off into the air as his eyes met the side of your face again. And you could feel the heat radiating on your cheek. He let out a patient sigh, kicking his feet languidly in the water.
“Why don’t you look at me?” He asked with a concerned tone. His hand engulfing yours. You felt your heart skip a beat, and you unintentionally pulled away from his embrace.
“I-I wasn’t trying to- Im sorry.” He panicked, before face palming, followed by a shake of his head in embarrassment. It became awkward, and you couldn’t help but think you ruined the moment.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to look at him for too long, or that you didn’t want him to touch you. In fact, you wanted all of those things more than anything else. You were just scared. Scared that if you stared at him for a second too long, you’d fall in love. Scared that if his fingertips grazed your skin the right way, you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself. And although he was sending you all of the right signals, what if you misread them?
It was scary for you, all of it. There were so many worthy girls here. Why would it be you? How could it be…you? The silence filled the air, and he couldn’t take it. It was all too much for him.
He couldn’t read you even if he tried. He had a feeling that you liked him, but you never really let him in. Never opened up. He needed to know how you felt about this. Even if that meant pushing the boundaries of your friendship by making the first move.
“Y/n…” he sighed, shifting his entire body to face you. You swallowed thickly, as it seemed that he wasn’t going to let this go. You slowly shifted your entire body to face him as well, crossing your legs on the rock. He did the same, pulling you alittle closer to him by your waist. Being as gentle as possible with you.
“You’ve gotta tell me what’s going on in that sweet mind. I can’t read you, as much as I would like to.” He spoke softly, engulfing your hands in his, still searching for your eye contact. Your heart ached in fear, knowing that this was quite literally now or never.
“I-I can’t. Please don’t make me.” You shook your head, tears clouding your vision. So many feelings coming to the forefront. Feelings that you’ve worked so hard to suppress. It was safe to say that you were madly in love with him, so much that it hurt.
“Yes you can, please. I-I need to know what’s behind those beautiful eyes that you like hiding from me so much.” His hands trailed up to caress your cheek. An audible gasp escaped your lips. Your body began to heat up, and not in the way you’d think. Not so much with lust…it was deeper than that. It was as if you had finally found what you’d been searching for. The touch you’d been yearning for, but was too afraid to reach out and take. He was your missing piece, and it was evident now more than ever.
“Y/n, I don’t know what you’ve done to me. But I can't seem to shake the feelings I have for you. Can’t seem to shake the feeling that we belong together. I just wish I knew how you felt about me. It’s like I know you…but I don’t. I can’t make sense of this. So maybe we can help eachother.” He confessed, a hopeful smile creeping across his lips. And just like that, he had your attention.
Your eyes met his after his confession. Your ears flicking in the wind while your tail swayed high behind you. “There’s my girl…” he smiled, watching in awe at your reaction. Finally confirming what you felt for him, you didn’t even have to say it…but you felt the need to.
“Lo’ak, you just kinda came in and swept me off of my feet. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I don’t know what this is either, but I know that I just wanna be with you. That’s all I wanna do, lo’ak.” You finally confessed, still maintaining that eye contact he’d been craving ever since he laid eyes on you.
He bit his lip with a cheesy smile. His hands finding your dainty arms, caressing them in a way of praising you for finally opening up to him. You shifted to your knees, reaching a hand out to caress his cheek. His face was soft, yet his cheek bones were prominent and sharp. Your eyes traced over his intricate freckle pattern, unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Lastly, your eyes trailed over his lips. Your thumb gently brushing over his bottom lip. Now his tail was swaying high, patiently waiting for you to make the first move. He was just happy to witness you coming out of your shell. Just happy to be in your presence. He’d wait forever for you…
“If you wanna kiss me, I won’t stop you.” He chuckled. You bit your bottom lip, deciding that you wanted to do alittle more than that. You straddled his lap, holding onto his shoulders for support.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, eyebrow cocked as his hands found their place on your waist. Your lips crashed into his, essentially answering his lingering question. He let out a satisfied groan, shifting his hands down to your hips. You grabbed the sides of his head to deepen the long overdue kiss, instinctively grinding into him.
His huge hands guided your hips to create the right amount of friction. You both moaning into the kiss at this point. You could feel his cock growing by the second, and he could feel the pool between your legs. It was absolutely bliss.
“May I?” Lo’ak asked in between kisses, tugging on the back of your loincloth. “You can do whatever you want to me.” You spoke breathily, moving down to his neck, leaving hickeys on his skin.
“Mmm baby, don’t get me started.” He grunted, planting sweet pecks on your shoulder as he untied your loincloth from around your tail. He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to sit up briefly for him to pull the loincloth from underneath you, and you happily obliged.
An immediate flow of your slick trickled down to his thighs. You were more than ready for him, and had been for some time now.
“Take this off.” You whispered in his ear as you tugged on his loincloth with great force. He let out a soft chuckle at your sudden eagerness. He shifted you to your back, with him now kneeling between your legs. His eyes trailed your entire body, your freckles glistening in the night sky.
“So beautiful.” He shook his head in awe, reaching behind himself to untie his loincloth, the fabric dropping to the ground beneath him. His cock sprung up, hitting his belly with a loud, heavy slap. A string of precum oozing out of his tip. The freckles on his shaft
dancing individually in anticipation. Your legs had intentionally opened alittle more. You reached out, your fingertips just barely grazing over the base in wonder. He let out a soft gasp, his tail hitting the ground with force repeatedly in excitement.
“So beautiful.” You smirked, leaning back on the ground, ready for him to take you as his. Ready for him to have his way with you. He smiled at you, grabbing his cock to jerk it off slowly.
He then proceeded to thrust in between your wet folds, earning a soft moan from you. “Please, give it to me.” You whined, grabbing his cock to line it up with your aching hole. His eyes widened in anticipation, letting you take control for right now. With one simple push, you slide him into you slowly, your walls immediately sucking him in. You both letting out a series of moans.
“Fuuuck, baby girl.” He whimpered, gripping your hips to thrust into you expertly. Immediately hitting all the right spots in a matter of seconds. Your back bowed to the rock, exposing the large print In your lower belly with every hard thrust into you.
“Y-You’re in m-my fucking stomach, lo’ak.” You whined in pleasure, head tilted all the way back as your eyes rolled. Your dainty hand dancing around the print.
“I-I know, I know mama. Taking it so well, too.” He grunted, running his hand over the bulge briefly. The pleasure was consuming the both of you, more so you. You couldn’t seem to control the sounds that came out of your mouth, or the faces you made. It’s like lo’ak had completely control over you.
Your hands found their way to your face, trying to hide yourself from him. Your screams becoming muffled instantly. His thrusts quickened, and deepened. His tip constantly slamming against your sweet spot.
“No, no, no baby. I wanna see you.” He spoke lowly, gently grabbing your hands, holding both of your wrists in one of his large hands as he continued to fuck into you like it was the last time he’d see you.
You tucked your bottom lip into your mouth. Eyebrows furrowed, and face screwed in pleasure as you tried desperately to hide your cries.
“Oh come on, mama. Don’t hide from me. Let that shit out. You know you can’t hold it forever.” His baritone soothing your eardrum just right. He sent you slow, hard strokes. So intense that you had no other choice but to drop your jaw. Small whimpers escaping through with every meeting of his pelvis to yours.
“Yesss, juuust like that baby. Open up.” He nodded, licking his bottom lip as he stared into your eyes. He shifted your legs over his shoulders, before placing his hands on either side of your head. You were nearly folded in half. His face hovering just over yours, so there was no excuse not to look at him. He was deeper than he’d ever been, closer than he’d ever been.
“Lo’ak- t-oooo deep.” You whimpered, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He just watched you in awe. You were so pretty taking all of him, and he couldn’t get enough.
“I know, baby. You’ve gotta take it for me. You’re too pretty like this.” He moaned, rolling his hips into you as he stared down at your flustered face, waiting for a reaction.
“Ohhh my- lo’ak! I-I love you! I love youuuu!” You screamed, legs beginning to shake. He nodded in satisfaction, his breaths becoming short and heavy.
“Mmm, I love you too baby.” He confessed, a slight whine in his tone before his bottom lip found comfort between his teeth. You could feel it, your stomach began to contract, almost like you were exercising. Every stroke was revealing trickles of your arousal flowing down to the surface beneath you, and it was becoming too much for lo’ak to bare as well.
“Shiiit, y/n. You’re gonna make me fucking cum. You’re d-driving me crazy baby.” He whined, before his lips crashed into yours. You both muffling eachothers loud moans as your peeks neared. “Lo’aaaak. I-I” you moaned deliriously between kisses.
“Go ahead baby. Cum for me. I wanna feel that shit, you hear me?” He asked, a tinge of aggression in his tone. You nodded frantically, eyes locked on his.
“Cum in me. Pleaseeee!” You begged, pulling him in for another kiss. He sent you one hard thrust, rolling his hips into yours again with a loud growl against your lips. Your eyes crossed in pleasure. Your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, slipping off his shoulders and to the side of his hips. You pulled him into you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you let go on him.
“Yessss, I-Im cumming lo’ak. I’m cumming!” You whimpered, walls fluttering around his sensitive shaft. He let out a series of low groans and growls as he emptied himself inside of you. Thrusting into you languidly as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“Take it all, baby. Milk me dry.” He moaned, rubbing his head into your neck, scenting you to claim you as his. He sent you one last stroke before leaving himself inside of you. You both catching your breath as he laid ontop of you.
“That was…” he started.
“Amazing” you finished.
He flipped you both over, you were now ontop of him and he laid flat across the rock. You two were now face to face. Sharing the same breath. It was beautiful. “If you’d let me. I’d love to see what’s going on in this beautiful mind of yours.” He smiled, grabbing his queue, bringing it In between you two. You watched his trendils dance. You lazily reach behind you, grabbing yours to bring it to the forefront. It was almost like a magnetic force, the way both of your trendils pulled towards eachother like they belonged together.
You both watched as they connected. Pupils blown with an audible gasp from both of you. It’s like your memories of eachother were in sync. A little movie playing of all the moments you spent with eachother. Only things that’s you two would share, now and forever.
“I love you, y/n.”
“I love you more, lo’ak.”
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Hello
Can I request a laios x reader, with the reader as laios ex-fiance, since their arrangements was broken off when he ran away without explanation reader have been sad and mad about it. But then someday laios mother told reader about laios become a new king after defeating a demon, reader decided to go there, because reader want to know why he ran away
I'm sorry if this is difficult to understand, English is not my first language, thank youuu
Oh you got no need to apologize its all ok. i understand what you meant. id be happy to do this. thank you so much for sending an imagine in.
Even though its been many years since laios cut off the arrangement and disappeared you still found yourself getting upset at him. He just cancelled it all and ran off to not be heard from again.
Of course over the years that anger and frustration faded greatly but every so often your mind would wander and you would feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of being abandoned like that. but over all you figure it was probably for the best anyway, you dont mind your life and that touden was always...strange to say the least even if he was a looker.
One day though as you are going about your day when laios mother approaches you, asking if she can come in. You agree and let her inside, despite your feelings about laios you had no bad blood with her. you get the both of you some tea as she starts speaking.
"Did you hear about the rise of the golden kingdom?"
she asks, you nod and say of course you had. it had been the talk of the entire world ever since it rose up out of the sea, seemingly out of nowhere one day. Apparently some group of adventurers defeated the mad mage and seemed like those rumors about becoming the new leader of it was true. You say casually as you take a sip of some tea.
"yeah well apparently Laios was the one that defeated the mage and rules the golden kingdom now."
she says so casually causing you to spit all the tea you were drinking out, shouting in confusion you ask her if you heard that right? she nods and explains what she had been told from letters from falin, you knew that falin had stayed in touch with there parents but laios had apparently cut them off a decade ago much to your surprise.
You decide to pay a visit, you feel like you almost HAVE to. you need to know why he just left you like that, why he did what he did all those years ago. It took you a bit to get to the new golden kingdom, laios definitely had travelled a far distance since your last time you saw him. By the time you reach the kingdom a full month has passed, you ask the guards to message the king telling him that
"Y/N from his arranged marriage wanted to see him."
of course you werent sure he would even respond, i mean why would he. he didnt want to marry you obviously so why should he care about seeing you, especially now that he is a KING of all things. However you were surprised when the guard came back and agreed to take you to the king.
When you entered you saw him sitting on a throne. To his left you see a young elf woman with twin braids beside him, This must have been his royal advisor maybe? you werent sure. However you did notice his sister beside her chatting with her...except she was different, she wasnt a tall man anymore..atleast not fully. you noticed a plume of fluffy white feathers poking out of the opening on her chest and down her arms. It was clear she had been changed by some form of magic.
As you walk closer laios asks if everyone can leave the room for a moment, he wants to talk privately with you as they agree and leave leaving only you and him.
"So Y/N, how have things been?"
He asks awkwardly, its clear he is uncomftorable and doesnt know what to say. You had thought of the things you would say to him for years now, over and over you had gone over in your head what you were going to say to the man that just up and left you like that. you would be furious and scream, sob and cry, all the words you planned to say just dissapear and all you can say is a single word.
"why.."
He sighs as he rubs his neck and begins to explain, He tells you how he had began to despise his parents for how they let falin be treated, and how instead of supporting her and her talents they sent her away to the magic school on a different continent. He had grown to hate his parents (more so his father but he had no fond feelings towards his mother either) even though falin kept in contact with them. He also explained how he never felt comfortable around people, that he had always felt more comfortable around monsters...and that in truth he hated people. Plus he admits he wasnt the richest person in the world so would have been able to give you a proper dowry. All of these together made him feel like he wouldnt have been able to give you the life you deserved, he didnt want you to be stuck with a man that hated everyone around him and hated where he lived and wanted to leave and get as far away as he could. He figured that wasnt fair to you, and he didnt know how to properly convey this and let you down easily so...he ran.
The weight of his words hit you harder than you expected...all this time you thought he just didnt like you or hated you ever, or he didnt care about you at all. All this time you hated him for what he did and that you swore you would get answers one day...but these werent the answers you were expected. It would have been so easy to continue to be mad at him, if he said he just didnt like you or hated you that would have been fine..you expected it at this point, but no...he did this because he didnt want to subject you to a miserable life with him..he knew you would be miserable with him if he had stayed there and he didnt want to put you through that...god this was so much harder than you were expecting.
"You know....now that im king of the golden kingdom money isnt an issue..and ive made sure the kingdom is a kind place that treats everyone with kindness."
you see him slump down a bit.
"and since monsters come nowhere near the kingdom...if you want, we can get to know each other better..and see how we feel about each other then?"
he says softly, damn that man he was a looker. you sigh, almost relieved its turned out that way. saying you would like that
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forbidden fruit
description: he's not supposed to be in love with her, she's his best friends' sister, or Roy has a questionable moment with Y/N
Warnings: Cursing, Roy's like 23-24 and Y/N is like 20
Word Count: 0.8k
He wasn't supposed to like her. He was supposed to tease her and annoy her like all the friends of her brothers did. No, but Roy Harper just had to go and fall in love with the girl who was two years his junior. He didn't mean to. It was an accident, but he couldn't help but feel jealousy as she snuck off from the gala with some rich asshole who couldn't appreciate her. None of them ever appreciated her the way he did.
"Y/N?" He said as he entered the office of the Wayne Manor that Y/N disappeared to. She was pressed against a stack of books with the rich asshole kissing her neck.
"Roy?" She gasped as she pushed the guy away from her. Somehow being caught by Roy was worse than being caught by any of her brothers.
"You need to leave now," He said pointing to the guy. The rich asshole flashed a smile at Y/N before walking out. Roy may or may not have shoulder-checked him on the way out.
"You're no fun," Y/N said with her signature pout. Her rich dark skin was illuminated by the fireplace in the study. He could see her figure clearly in the dress, and there was nothing that he ever wanted to touch more.
"Fun? Is that what that was?" He questioned her as he walked towards her. There was a slight red tinge to his face and Y/N had to admit he looked nice all cleaned up. However, she preferred his more rugged look with his signature backward snapback and his tattoos exposed.
"Yes," Y/N sassed with her head tilted. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her at this moment.
"Guys like him only want one thing from you," He had watched her time and time again fall for losers who probably could never satisfy her properly. He could never say anything, it wasn't his place.
"Why'd you follow me? Just go back to the party," She waved him off and continued to lean on the books. She got all dolled up for nothing, she could at least get laid by a trust fund baby but no Roy had to go and ruin it. Hell, the braids she got took eight hours alone and she didn't even want to think about taking them out.
"I have watched you waste your time with guys who don't understand you or want only to be near you for your name,"
"Careful, Roy, it sounds like you have a crush," She teased while stepping close to him. She was close enough to see how he nicked himself shaving hours before the gala started. She could just smell his aftershave and he smelt delicious.
"You are the sister of my two best friends," Roy started grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her close. She could feel his breath fanning across her neck. Her breathing became uneven.
"The daughter of Bruce Wayne," He continued softly. He was tempted to take her right then and there on the stack of books. He'd have her moaning so loudly that no rich prick would try to fuck with her again.
"More importantly, the daughter of Batman," He reminded her. His lips ghosted the cusp of her ear. She nearly moaned at the sensation. He smirked because he had her right where he wanted her.
"You are forbidden fruit to me," He whispered once more before letting her go completely. She nearly whined at the loss of contact.
"Do you want a taste?" She whispered seductively. Her hands pulled back close to her by his belt loops.
"Y/N," He was playing a dangerous game by being here with her. His self-control was hanging on by a thread. The last thing that he needed was Y/N Wayne returning to her precious gala covered in hickeys and cum stained on her lips.
"I had a crush on you when I was younger. Now, though, I can only imagine what's under that tux," She whispered. Her hands rubbed his chest up and down. She could just barely seeing how she had him blushing.
"Go back to the gala and behave, I might let you," He pressed a small kiss to her lips before pulling away. She wasn't' haven't that so she kissed him once again. Her hand found itself in his hair and gripped it. Roy couldn't help but groan. Both of his hands managed to wander to her ass and squeezed so tightly that Y/N's parted even more and let out a soft whimper.
"It's a deal," She said while gasping for air. The two of them made it to the door. Y/N took a quick second to straighten out her dress and reapply her lipstick. Roy couldn't help but notice how perfect she was. She placed a quick kiss on his cheek before leaving.
"Behave, princess," He whispered as the two rejoined everyone else. No one thought it was odd that the two had disappeared around the same time that night until Roy joined the Wayne's for breakfast the next day.
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Closer Broken
summary: Being the 8th member of Enhypen means that you get to spend time with people that actually make you feel special but little does everyone know that during most of those times your on your knees in front of them as you pleasuring them everyday.
warning: smut, mentions of sex
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Air felt tense as sweaty bodies danced the hardest to their abilities, your eyes traveled from each section of the arena occasionally looking at a fan or two. Cheers and screams surrounded the whole stage, you were thankful for the noise cancelation in your earpiece or else you might as well go deaf in one of your ears from how loud the fans were screaming, you even saw a fan holding a pair of earplugs just to get rid of the loud noises around her.
Passing Heeseung as you both walked to your place you couldn't help but notice him holding his wrist while making a tensed face as his nose wrinkled up, some of the other members noticed this as well giving each other glances while you all walked off the stage for a quick change. As you walked into the dressing room you see Heeseung’s makeup artist touching up him, walking over to him with his wrist still in his hand “Are you okay?” as he looked up at you his eyes started to fill with tears as they threatened to fall on his freshly done makeup. “It’s my wrist… I can barely move it.”
Shock lit up your body as he could be seriously injured if he does not let his injury rest, “Heeseung you can’t dance the last one, it's going to hurt too much.” he shook his head while a tear fell. “There are two more songs left. I'm not just going to stop now.”
The makeup artist gave him the okay as you both walked back out onto the stage trying to finish up the concert safely, occasionally you would glance at Heeseung making sure he was hanging in there but just enough to make it look as if you are caring for him not trying to start a dating scandal.
Saying your goodbyes to engenes, Heeseung was crying but you couldn't tell if it was from him being in pain or if he truly was going to miss this moment or even both. One of the main staff went into the car with you, Jay and Heeseung while sitting in the back with the injured man to see if the problem was anything worth worrying about, he told the pained man to follow the directions he was telling him to move his wrist in, the man cooperated.
“It just looks like a sprain, but don't try to move it. Let it heal. If you don’t let it heal it can turn into a bigger problem.” Heeseung nodded to the elder man who sat before him, as the car parked in front of the dorms he headed straight to his room while holding his arm in a way that wouldn’t hurt his wrist. He felt bored.
Usually he would play a game on his console but he can barely do anything one handedly, fluttering his eyes into the darkness of his room. He hoped that time would pass by as he would rest his eyes for a couple of hours. Walking into the living room of the dorms with the tired members by your side sitting next to your exhausted figure “Did you ever find out what happened to Hee?” Jake asked, turning to you, digging your body into the crack of the two couches being pushed together while trying to find a way to make the uncomfortable position more cozy.
“He sprained his wrist, he can’t move it too much because if he does it could turn out much worse.” he nodded as he laid his sweaty head down on your stomach, your fingers brushing through his somewhat wet roots. Grabbing small pieces of his hair, your fingers sectioned his hair into three parts, braiding the small pieces as his eyes flickered while he tried to not fall asleep from the sudden relaxation.
Feeling a vibration coming from the seat next to you which had your phone laying on top of the cushion, flipping it over with your free hand a notification popped up on your screen from the man who was a room away by himself. A small confused expression displayed on your face since you thought he was sleeping, just like the man laying on your belly.
Reading the text it showed his contact photo, moving your eyes to look at the letters he had typed ‘can you come to my room please’ slowly trying to sit up you let go of the tired man’s hair as his eyes moved under his eyelids. Flickering his eyelashes to open his eyes which brought out his blurred vision which blurred your figure to, he groaned at you for waking him up. “Heeseung asked me to go to his room.” Nodding as he sat up enough for you to slide around his head, bringing his hand up he pointed at the pillow across the room.
Grabbing the pillow and placing it in his hand, he placed it under his head as he rolled over on the couch going in a very long and awaited slumber.
Walking towards his room you slowly turned his bedroom door knob bringing your attention to the man lying lazily on top of the covers on his bed as he ushered you to stand in front of him, tilting your head towards the side he already knew your unclear body language.
“Can you help me?” His eyes kept trying to deny looking in your direction almost as if he was embarrassed to say something, he never failed leaving you confused. “With what?” Walking slightly close to his tense figure and sitting down in the opened spot next to him, his fiddled with one another over his pants almost as a way to hide something from you. “Promise you won’t be weird about it?”
His gaze finally looking into yours while nodding at him which let him finish his sentence “No matter how w-” “Heeseung just tell me, nothing bad will happen.” his eyes looked back at his fingers then scanned you body as his eyes met yours once more, his lips parted slightly while you studied every inch of his eyes. The way they sparkled from the slight brightness in the room, he moved his hands out of the way on his lap. His eyes looked at the wall closest to him while your eyes traveled from his tired eyes down to his what his hands had been covering, onto to reveal his bulge standing prominent in his pants. “Oh.. Um.. What do you mean? Help?”
You asked him questionably as his eyes threatened to slowly look into yours, his doe eyes scanned your body language as he wondered how you would react to his sudden problem. “He said not to move my wrist…” Whispering ever word quieter and quieter being scared of rejection “And…” his eyes looked into yours “Please don’t make me say it Y/n.” “So you want me to what? Jerk you off?” “Not if you don’t want to.” he mumbled faster than normal, placing your hand onto his thigh traveling closer and closer to his zipper in the process. “I want to, don’t worry.”
His eyes left your since he felt overwhelmed by everything happening around him, your other hand traveled to his chin making his eyes meet your “Look at me when i touch you, baby.” you even felt weird as how you usually are submissive yet this dominance took over your body. Hands worked their way towards his zipper as his eyes followed your direction, with every movement you made he looked that way. He was easily able to follow your directions.
His hands went on top of yours as he followed the movements with you, taking his hard cock out of his pants he winced from the sudden temperature change. ‘Thank you’s fell from his lips as your fingers ran along the sides of his cock, you never saw this side of Heeseung and wanted to see how his dominant side would easily have you at his feet yet you were certain that this moment with him more than likely would never happen again.
You had to make this moment last.
His shaking hands moved their way up to your breast as he fondled them whine you started to collect the precum from his tip and move it to the base of his cock acting as lubricant, bringing your hand up to your mouth you gathered spit on your palm proceeding to place your wet hand back on his cock. His moans ran throughout the entire room, you wouldn’t be surprised if the members hadn’t heard anything yet.
“Please do something.” He whined as his grasp on your tit tightened, wrapping your hand around the base you slowly started to move it up and down causing his lips to break apart from each other allowing tiny noises to slip through. Continuing your motions you felt every inch of his cock, feeling every vein that was clearly displayed.
You studied his cock. The way it would twitch from moving your hands certain ways, the way his tip would turn bright red due to his desperation to be touched, as well as the way his cock had an impact on his body.
Throwing his head back he let go of your breast and started to grip the sheets below him as your movements started to get more frequent, as you moved your hand fast on his aching cock he could not keep his noises to himself. You never knew he could be this loud, yet he surprises you every day.
With every stroke of his cock the more precum would start to leak from his tip causing a pool of precum to drip down his cock and onto his pelvis, “So cl-ose Y/n.” he stuttered out nervously. “Than cum handsome, i’m not gonna hold you back.” His hands were frantically moving around trying to find anything to keep him from making noises, hips started to thrust up into your fist mad he finally started to reach his long and awaited release.
“Oh… Fuck.” Curse words rolled off of his tongue due to the pleasure running through his body as squirts of cum started to land on his abs, his breathing started to turn from heavy to light as he finally started to relax his body. “Thank you Y/n, really. I can’t describe how thankful i am.” Looking into his shiny eyes “Dint mention it.” letting go of his cock he let out a soft moan as you let him finish putting himself back into his pants, standing up and walking to his bedroom door “Don’t be afraid to ask me for help again.” you commented as you did not wait for his response, leaving the room in a hurry. You wish he would take you up on the offer soon.
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Film Yourself For Me
hobie brown x black reader :)
summary: hobie asks you to make a sextape and you can't find it in yourself to say no
warnings: *not proofread* kissing, p in v, oral (m! receiving), use of a camera, hobie calls reader a pornstar (😫), hobie makes reader squirt, use of pet names, cum swallowing <3, lmk if im missing something!!
(lyrics at the beginning are from Boyz In The Hood by Smerfbeats <3)
"pay her a fee, she perform for me
say she a good girl, she do porn for me"
"Babe?"
The feeling of strong arms circling your waist unlocked your focus from the dishes in front of you. Your shirt, now totally soaked, stuck to the bottom half of your stomach uncomfortably. Hobie didn't seem to mind too much as he sat his chin on your shoulder, moving your braids to place a kiss on your neck.
You continued washing dishes, listening to his breath against his ear. Often times Hobie would embrace you simply because he realized he hasn't touched you in fifteen minutes, you figured now was one of those times.
After a few minutes though, the taller boy seemed to remember what he had bothered you for, and kissed your neck again, making sure you didn't forget about his presence.
"Babe?" He asked again, watching you rinse off the last dish and dry your hands, you turned around, trapped between his body and the sink as you looked up at him. "Yes?" You asked, standing on your tip toes to place a kiss to his chin.
"I was thinkin'...what if we made a sex tape?"
You cocked an eyebrow, smile playing on your lips as you continued to dry your hands. "I mean...why?" It didn't take you as much of a surprise- he had been talking about it for a few days, juggling the idea in his mind before eventually attempting to bring it to life.
You moved away from him, letting him follow you to the refrigerator as you pulled out a bottle of water. "I mean, just think about it. Somethin' we can always look back on."
"I think I'll remember having sex." You replied sarcastically, taking a sip from your bottle.
Hobie sighed, pulling you closer by your waist. His eyes were big, pleading, and you managed to roll yours in slight annoyance. His wicks, normally wild on his head, were pulled back today; reaching up, you straightened his hair, pecking his lips on the way down, "If it'll make you happy."
And that's how you ended up where you were now: a sweaty Hobie between your legs, a vintage camcorder dangling between his fingers and a lewd expression on your face as his cock dragged against your pussy. Hobie was in love with the thought of catching this moment on camera, so much so that his eyes was permanently glued to it to make sure everything was perfect.
His other hand was under your leg, using it as leverage as he alternated between pointing the camera at your cunt and your body, making sure to slip in peeks of your pretty little face. He was obsessed with watching him disappear inside of you, a low groan coming from his mouth as he watched how hypnotizing it was.
"Spread that pussy f'me, babe. Fuck, you're a proper star." Your hand snaked down your body, middle finger gathering your arousal before rubbing it over your clit, making your hips jerk into the movement. Hobie smiled, pulling away the camera to watch with both eyes. "Yeah, proper star." He repeated as if he was reassuring the camera and you smiled knowing just what kind of star he was talking about.
Biting your lip, you added friction to your clit, legs shaking slightly as your eyes threatened to close. You knew Hobie was just going to make you open them, so you fought the urge, focusing on the orgasm that was approaching rapidly. Above you, Hobie was still grinning from ear to ear, watching you come undone right in front of him. "Touch those tits for me, baby." He encouraged, watching you reach your other hand up to roll a nipple between your fingers.
"Fuck, Hobie." You whined, still fighting the urge to close your eyes from the many sensations. "Feels good doesn't it? You're creamin' all over me." At that he pointed the camera down, letting it focus on the milky white ring forming on the base of his cock. Your essence coated his entire length, making him slip in and out of you with ease; it was purely pornographic.
Suddenly, he was pulling out, eliciting a line of protests from you. "Wh-what the fuck?"
"Up, up." Hobie slapped your thigh twice, forcing you to follow his direction. Guiding you to your knees, he let you look up to him with confused and horny eyes. "Lick me clean." He commanded, bright lens pointed to your shocked face.
You blinked up at him in confusion for a minute before you figured he was dead serious and not joking around.
"You're fucking impossible," You pouted, grabbing the base of his cock and stroking it. Hobie fucked into your hand, grin faltering slightly as he watched you spread the tip of his cock over your lips. Licking them, you smiled, and then looked directly into the camera, "but I guess I do taste pretty good."
You licked a long strip on the underside of his cock, the bitter taste of arousal coating your tongue as you took him in your mouth, swirling your mouth over the tip and earning a low "Fuck." from your boyfriend above you. Popping him out of your mouth, you repeated the same motion all around, cleaning him off just like he asked you.
"Touch yourself for the camera, love." And you obliged, stuffing two fingers in your cunt as your head bobbed, a moan falling from your lips and sending shivers down Hobie's spine. He tilted the camera down slightly, showing how your fingers disappeared inside of you. Now smiling again, Hobie's hand reached down to encompass the back of your head, pushing your head down to meet his thrusts as he neared his climax, "That's right, suck dick like a big girl." He encouraged, small moans falling from his own lips. Your fingers were soaked and your knees were starting to hurt from kneeling on the cold, hard wooden floors. Sensing this, Hobie moved his hand to your jaw, holding your face up with a singular hand as he sped up the rate of his thrusts. This time you let your eyes close, squeezing them shut as came down your throat, finally being able to take a breath after you swallowed.
"Fuckin' beauty." Hobie breathed out, pulling you up by your neck to give you a sloppy kiss. You smiled into the kiss, climbing into his lap. For a second he sat the camera down, using both hands to hold the sides of your face as you made out, your hands finding themselves in his hair. "C'mere, doll." He sat back against the headboard, pulling you with him and hovering your dripping pussy over his cock. The camera found purchase in his hands again, and with his other hand, he gently sat you onto his dick, groaning once your cunt completely enveloped him.
You were breathing heavy, eyes watering as you placed your hands on his chest, rolling your hips as your mouth fell open. "Good girl, so sexy, look at me." Hobie smiled, watching you through hooded eyes as you stained his pelvis. The noises in the room were purely pornographic, very fitting for the tape and you knew then and there that the camera would have to be buried with you. You followed Hobie's directions, looking into the big brown eyes of your boyfriend as he stared at you.
"You're so pretty." You mumbled, brain rotting as you hips continued to meet his. Hobie smiled at this, eyes darting to the camera before looking at you again. "Me?"
You nodded, leaning away from him, letting the dark lens capture your every movement. You let a hand rest on his lower stomach, still keeping you steady as the other moved to tweak your nipple. One of Hobie's hand still rested on your hip, but now it squeezed you once he felt your pussy tighten around him from your actions. "So fuckin' pretty." You said, almost reassuring him. To be honest you were babbling at this point, but it was the truth. Hobie really was pretty.
And you wish you could make out the words to explain how much you loved his plump lips and his strong hands, and his soft smile, and his other attributes that made you fall completely in love with him but the only thing running through your mind was the orgasm creeping within your core. Maybe you'll tell him afterwards.
"That's all you baby. Look at you. Fuckin' perfect." And Hobie wish he'd could tell you everything he loved about you. He couldn't make a list long enough to detail everything, and he wished he could tell you now, but the only thing running through his mind was the way your walls dragged against the veins of his cock and how he so badly wanted cum.
Then, Hobie was pushing the camera into your hands, letting his other hand squeeze your hips and he fucked into you aggressively, making your mouth fall open. "Film yourself for me, love." He commanded and you could only nod. The pace you had set was fine, just fine, but it wasn't enough and Hobie was chasing something specific. One thumb came up to rub your clit and you fumbled with the camera, struggling to keep it steady as it focused on your naked body.
"Wanna make a mess?" Hobie asked, and you knew what he meant, making you nod frantically. " 'Wanna soak the sheets." You moaned, arching into his body as he continued to rub sloppy circles over your clit. You shuddered, biting your lip to prevent yourself from being too loud. Hobie noticed, looking up at you and frowning.
"Let me hear you, baby."
"N- shit- the neighbors." You struggled to get out, angling the camera down to show where your bodies were connecting. "Fuck them." Hobie strained, throwing his head back, he was close, so fucking close.
Then you were on your back, the camera nearly forgotten about and Hobie's cock placing light kisses to your cervix. He was too far gone, you could tell by the glassy look in his eyes and the way he bent your legs back, exposing your cunt to him.
"C'mon, give it to me." He said gruffly, talking to no-one in particular and entire lower half glistening in the dimly lit room. You mumbled something incoherent, something you didn't even understand yourself which made Hobie frown above you. "Use your words, baby."
"Gonna cum." You whined, remembering the camera at the last second and angling it so it could watch Hobie abuse your messy pussy.
"I know, give it to me."
And you did. You came with a strangled moan, the tension breaking in your stomach as your release dripped onto the sheets, soaking the bed and Hobie's cock as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, chasing his own. Hobie watched with wide eyes, hips stuttering from your abrupt actions. Then he was smiling, and his grip was tightening on your legs and he looked really fucking good.
"S-shit. Good fuckin' girl," Hobie said through a breath, dick twitching against your walls, your chest was heaving, body sticky and shaking as you tried to recover from your climax, "too bad i can't fuck a baby into this pussy. I- damn girl- gonna cum. You ready?" And you found yourself nodding before he pulled out, pumping his cock. You sat up quickly, letting the camera watch as he came into your mouth, lust filled eyes staring up at him in admiration as his seed coated your tongue.
As your orgasms subsided, Hobie pulled you into him, his sweaty body melding into yours as he kissed your lips. "My pretty little pornstar." He praised, and the camera cut off with a beep.
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Baby Dragon
Media House Of The Dragon,
Character Daemon Targaryen
Couple Daemon X Reader (Targaryen Visery's Heir)
Rating Suggestive
Warning Uncle X Neice
I sat at the foot of Balerion's skull bathed in the flames of hundreds of candles. My hair was pulled into a sleek braid down my back, and my red textured dress with my decorative Valyrian steel dress Jelwery, the metal formed into layered spikes like amour across my shoulders and hips with filigree around my breasts. It wouldn't do anything to defend me in a real fight but it was dramatically decorative giving me the illusion of spines that glimmered silver to match my dragon 'Silver Star'. I watched the flames dance in front of me and I fiddled with my rounded Dragonglass necklace between my fingers in the silence.
I enjoyed the silence heard only my breaths until I suddenly jumped as arms and thick hands wrapped around my waist and he breathed down my neck his breath hot against my skin. I knew by the feeling of his arms and hands were enough to identify him but his voice hissed into my ear. "I'm Home,"
I chuckled a little a sly smile broke across my lips as I did my best to be proper even if I still teased him, "Ah ... pleasure to see you have returned safe and well Prince Daemon"
He tightened his grip, “What are you smiling at?”
"Can I not smile? I am happy to see you, home uncle,"
“How is it that the thought of seeing me doesn’t bring you to hysterics?” he chuckled as his breath tickled my skin,
"I admit the thought of seeing you does thrill me. It has been three long years without you." She answered, "However there years is a long time, and... You might say I have changed. And now am at an age where a princess cannot be in hysterics just because her uncle is home" I answered and I could tell immediately he wasn't happy, he didn't like my newly found confidence, he didn't like that he wasn't the one to turn me so hysteric at his meer sight, touch and breath.
"You've changed," He accused, "Explain."
"As I said I was pleased to see your return Prince Daemon. And yes while on some level I do indeed wish to... Throw my arms around you and rejoice in your return. A princess should be proper, should she not?"
“I am not your subject to act proper around. What of my wishes, princess? Do they not factor into this equation?”
"And what are your wishes Prince Daemon?" I wickedly smiled as I turned to glance over my shoulder at him meeting his eyes,
“I wish to hear that you will stop being so goddamn proper and act like the girl I left behind and have you melt in my arms like you did when you were younger, and kiss me without a care in the world." He growled,
"I'm afraid that is impossible" I chuckled slyly, "my father has spent the last three years ensuring my proper education and behaviour. It is no act. I'm afraid to inform you but... The little girl that would melt into your arms that you left behind is gone, father ensured she was replaced." I turned to face him fully revealing her dress, my Valyrian steel decorative armour and the necklace of dragon glass which took his attention and made him smile as it was a gift he had given me the night before he left for the war and the sight that I still wore it for him after all this time gave him a prideful smile as he stood in his red and black finery with his silvery hair cut short, "As much as our desires may be to do so, there are too many cares in this world to kiss you."
“Damn my fool brother… he has ruined you…” he complained in his frustration, “My gods what has he done to my sweet little Y/n…" he glared as he inspected me, "You're dress is tight, your spikey, your proper and refined,"
"he did what had to be done. I am his heir. A blushing stuttering princess would have no place on the iron throne." I explained, "I suppose I am... No longer your baby dragon," for a moment I let a smile slip through as I spoke the name he had always called me.
“I suppose you are no longer the baby dragon you once were princess… and what of that necklace? I gave it to you when I left. Do you still have the same sentiment I left with when I gave it to you three years ago?” he asked,
"you asked me to wear it always and think of you. I have never removed it since you left," I admit with a blush,
“And have you kept to the other rule? Have you missed me since I’ve been gone? Do you think of me every night before you rest your little head to sleep?”
"I have missed you greatly, I wear the necklace always and I think of you nightly as I set my head to sleep I think of ... The night before you left"
“That was quite a night… wasn’t it princess?” he smirked,
"it was... A night of many Impressive things,"
“Impressive huh? And how many of those many things still haunt your fantasies?”
"all of the things," I admitted, "Tell me Prince Daemon... How many of those things from that night still haunt your own mind, your own fantasies, has the thought of us that night... Kept you warm these long nights of war"
“That night has not left my mind for a single day… not a moment… nor has this foolish girl that had the audacity to grow up when I wasn’t there to keep her in check," he growled as he moved his lips close to my own,
"humm I did not wish to grow up. To abandon being your baby dragon. However, if you have complaints about the foolishness that grew up and now stands before you." I whispered, "Take it up with your brother. My father. The king"
“Don’t tempt me with that suggestion princess- because I know your father would take delight in denying me such pleasures…"
"Perhaps that was his intention? To make me his heir to train me to be a proper princess all while you were gone unable to add input. To deny you your baby dragon,"
“Do not tell me you have become so indoctrinated by his teachings that you do not desire the things I gave to you years ago Baby Dragon." he smirked, "You still want me? do you not?"
"what I want. Is not of consequence."
"Not of consequence?" He raised an eyebrow,
"I am a princess. Heir to the throne. Future of our kingdom and its people... What I want is not relevant. The baby dragon you once made your plaything has been forced away," I explained as I tried to move to put space between us, but he grabbed my arm.
“I don’t give a damn of your place, princess. I gave you this necklace as a token of my love- to be kept on your person at all times and I do not care what that fool brother of mine wishes for you- you are still mine- to touch, to kiss." He said as he stroked my necklace, "I still want you to be my baby dragon…"
"...he will never allow us our love. Then or now. He is disgusted by our feelings. He will have us sent to death if he ever knew we did so now ... Now that I am mature, that I am at an age of understanding and of consent, now that there is risk I could give you children. My father, my brother. The king of the realm. Will not allow this. As much as I love you and as long as I have loved you." I explained fighting back tears, I pulled off my necklace and held it in my hand as I offered it to him, "I understand if that means... I cannot have this anymore,"
“I would rather die than live a life without you, princess. Just as soon as we are apart I am filled with despair and anguish… no matter how much I try to put my feelings aside I cannot you are meant to be with me…" He said as he took my necklace and slipped it back around my neck,
"he will put us to death if we ever-"
“I. Do not. Care. What he will do to us… I just want you. I need you. I will have you. No matter what. and I will burn all of the seven kingdoms to be with you,"
"I-I... I know it is foolishness but..."
“But what princess?”
"Dragonstone." I blurted out, "... Steal me. Steal me from your brother. From my father. From this castle. From this kingdom. Take me to Dragonstone. your castle. Take us there on dragon back and make me your bride."
“Steal you?" he smirked,
"Yes."
"Yes, steal you I shall princess and take you to Dragonstone. I shall make you my bride. I will not live another day without you by my side.”
"you would truly do this for me?"
“I would do anything for you Y/n, my baby dragon. I… will not live to see you marry someone else. And I would rather die than not be in your life, not wake up every day without you.” He smirked, “If it means we have to run together to Dragonstone to escape the king and our duty…then so be it. Nothing will keep me from my love and future wife… not even death.”
I smiled and let everything go jumping into his arms wrapped my arms around him but he pushed me away,
"Ahh! Damn it." He complained before he removed my decorative Valyrian steel dress Jelwery, "You're too spikey baby dragon," he laughed before hugging me tightly again, "I will have you. I will always have you. I will protect you. I will cherish you. You will be mine. My baby dragon. My wife." He cooed, “Do not worry, princess. We shall be gone by the morning. The king will be devastated- but we shall be together. There will be nothing stopping us. Nothing to keep me from putting my lips on yours. I shall claim you now and forever.”
"I do not care for his devastation, I care only that ... This is what you truly want?"
“And what if it is? What if I want you and only you? What if I want to spend the rest of eternity holding you and kissing you? What if I wanted you to be the mother of my children?
what then princess? What then?”
"Then I will happen stolen!"
“Then that is what I shall do to you princess. I will steal my bride. That is what I wish for.” he looked into my eyes, “Do you wish for the same? Will you steal my heart forever then? Will you make me the happiest man alive and claim me forever and claim me as yours for a lifetime to come?”
"I will I swear it on the old gods, the new, the seven, on old valyia and the seven kingdoms.
“Then that is good enough for me- my precious princess, my baby dragon my beloved… I will steal you away and we shall be gone tomorrow morning. You will become my bride. My queen. My love. My wife, forever.”
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Her Royal Highness Pt.2
Masterlist
Prologue — Part 1 — Part 2
Three days go by before you open your eyes again.
You are starving and feel like you are swallowing glass.
A look around you lets you know you are in your room, still as always, as if nothing has happened.
But the moment you sit up and let your feet touch the ground, you remember.
And the excruciating pain that radiates from the centre of your torso, makes it hard to think of anything else.
You tried to kill yourself and protect the kingdom, and you failed.
That's how you feel, like a failure.
And that you let everyone down.
You try to stand up, and the room begins to spin uncontrollably right in front of your eyes.
You sit back down.
Looking around again as the room comes to a stop, you notice a teacup on the nightstand.
You would laugh if it didn't feel like getting stabbed all over again.
But you remember you are alive, and obviously thanks to somebody taking care of you. It wouldn't make sense for them to try to kill you now, but you are not going to risk it.
You stand up again grabbing the headboard to balance yourself.
Slowly, you make your way to the little basin in front of the mirror. The sight that looks back at you is nothing but worrisome. Even though it is dark outside already, you can see the dark circle under your eyes, sickening pale skin and the sweat from the fever you must have experienced in the last days, all pretty visible but still not the most striking thing.
You are wearing what used to be your favourite nightgown, the silky material thin enough to be see-through, and under it, you can see the bandages. They must have been changed a dozen times, but you can see the blood suppurating through them; most likely from the movement of standing up.
The cold water is refreshing on your skin once you begin to wash your face as if it could help with the way you look. Your hair is another mess, and you brush it with your fingers doing a loose braid on the back to keep it away from your face.
Once satisfied with the improvement, you put on your slippers and begin to make your way to the Sun Room, assuming that's where everyone must be.
The hall has never seemed so long, each step feeling like running up a mountain and every time you take a breath it pains you.
The combined sensation of the physical constraint of the bandages tight around your body and the asphyxiating pain from the wound makes it impossible to take anything more than a shallow breath.
Trying to stand straight, you take a deep breath slowly, not wanting to mess it up right as you are about to meet them. You were never a great actor, but putting on a brave face is not a big performance; if you can lie to yourself maybe, just maybe, they will buy it too.
The doors make a creaking noise as they open, only adding dramatism to the scene, and you enter the room making eye contact with the not-so-foreign king.
They all look at you, obviously not expecting you to be walking so soon on your own. When you look into Kyle’s eyes you see a drop of guilt inside them, ashamed of himself for not being faster than you in taking his blade back.
The Prince is also looking at you, for the first time you make eye contact with him, and on that exact second his eyes move going down your body until the source of the blood stains everything it touches.
The nameless knight is also looking at you, with an almost amused expression on his face. You don't even know his name, and still, you feel you will like him the most out of everyone in the room.
Your eyes travel back to the king's face, it is difficult to read it. It feels as if he is not sure himself whether to be relieved that you are alive or disappointed that you come back from the dead ready to jump at his neck.
‘‘Why that face, majesty? You look like you have seen a ghost.’’ You say, even though you know you are in no position to make jokes and expect the king to let you know, but the only thing you hear is a snicker from the knight you still don't know the name of. ‘‘Am I allowed to sit with you to eat?’’
‘‘Please, Princess, it would be a pleasure to eat all together.” He says pointing to the chair opposite him. He is sitting on where your father used to sit. Just now it goes through your mind that you don't know whether your father is still alive or not, deep down you do know, but you are not ready to formulate the question. ‘‘Kyle, serve her a plate, please.’’
‘‘No.’’ You say a bit too quickly to even try and play it out as not being nervous as you try to sit down on the further seat available on the table without breaking eye contact with the king. ‘‘I would like to switch my plate with yours, Your Majesty.’’
‘‘Mine? It is already half eaten.’’ He answers, but still stands up with the plate in his hands and walks up to you.
‘‘I know. I’m sure you cannot blame me for feeling unsure of ingesting something somebody else has not tried already. Really untrusting of me, I know. Must be heredita-’’ A strong grip on the back of your neck makes you shut up. The warm hand far from being reassuring caresses your neck once you are silent.
“Now, now, child. Play nice.” Price whispers close to your ear and stands back up moving his hand to your shoulder. “I’m sorry for your loss, really, I am. But you cannot let the pain overtake you. Imagine how I felt when I entered your dad's room, to find him on his last breaths and you laying there, obviously too scared to be on your own and rather ending your life. But don't worry Princess; I promised your dad before he passed that I would take care of you… he even signed the documents that allow me to reign this kingdom until you are ready.”
You were never a great actor, but you still feel like you are being told the history you must perform. Did he really talk to your father? Did your father really trust him this much?
“Now eat. It must already be getting cold. You should really get your own plate, but I’m too tired to fight you on that.” He says letting the plate in front of you and sitting back on his chair. He picks up his pipe from the table lighting it up and giving it a puff before he begins to talk again. “Organising your father's funeral has been a bigger task than I anticipated.”
The confirmation of your dad passing settles on you and it makes your heart ache, you look down at your plate too tired to try and dissimulate your expression. Your cup is empty, and the wine bottle on your left reminds you of how thirsty you are.
The nameless knight notices you staring at the bottle, and picks it up raising it close to your cup. “Ye look like ye could use a drink.” He says, the strong accent catching you by surprise, but moving your glass closer so he can pour it before he regrets it.
The first glass goes down your throat way too fast to be an alcoholic drink, and after the second one is poured, the king speaks again.
“Soap, the girl hasn't eaten in almost half a week. Wine on an empty stomach mustn’t be nice.” The king scolds him, finally letting you know his name, oh… well… his nickname.
“Sorry, Sir.” He says, obviously not sorry, and puts the wine bottle down smiling your way as you take another sip.
“When is the funeral?” You ask after eating a couple of bites.
“Tomorrow, it has not been announced yet. The people don't know, we will send a messenger tomorrow at daybreak. The wake will begin at sunrise.” He informs you, looking at you waiting to say something.
But you don't. You nod your head and keep eating slowly, kind of expecting to choke at any given moment. A lot is going on in your head, and you end up thinking about your clothes.
You must wear black clothes, mourning a dead king and a father at the same time. You must look completely desolated, even if you feel numb.
The same happened at your mother's funeral, not a single tear left your eyes on the whole day; standing next to your father who did the same. Almost as if competing with each other, both stubborn as a mule. You cried yourself to sleep that night.
The wound on your torse pings, as an alarm going off that you cannot eat more without damaging it more, and you put the cutlery down. You stay seated finishing your cup of wine until you look up and realize that they are not talking and it makes you feel like you are intruding on their space. Even though this is your palace, even though Price is sitting on your father's seat, even though it should be them feeling bad.
“I’ll leave you to finish your meal.” You say taking a breath in to find the strength to stand up again, a warm hand find its way to your lower back and you look up to blue bright eyes.
“Please, let me walk ye back to yer room, Princess” Soap says smiling softly at you, and the wine in your veins and the pain in your stomach, make you agree without another thought.
He lends you his arm and you intertwine yours with him, you say goodnight to everyone else on the table and walk along with Soap back to your room. You notice how he is walking slower than a man his height would walk and you realize he is only doing it so you don't have to walk faster.
“Yer a wee of a lightweight, Princess.” He says chuckling softly. “Ye just had a cup o’ wine”
“I’m not drunk!” You exclaim suddenly feeling highly offended by his words.
“The tip o’ yer ears are red.” He says unfazed by your anger.
“That’s just the fever.” You say getting your arm free from his and walking faster wanting to get to your room. “Thank you for walking me back, Soap. You can go back now.” You say trying to be as straight as possible, raising your chin a little even though you still need to look up at him for the height difference. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“A’ll see ye tomorrow, Princess.” Soap says smiling and once you enter your room he walks back to the Sun Room.
You barely get any sleep before the maids wake you up and enter the room. They fill the bath with warm water and help you enter removing your clothes and bandages.
The wound doesn't look as bad as you expected, it was a clean cut and the sutures pulling it together were symmetrical and not that big. A little scar for a big dumb decision. The outside is not what worries you, but the inside. And the fact that there must be an equal scar on your back from where the blade comes through.
After scrubbing the three days' worth of grime off your body, you step up of the bathtub just as Laswell comes into the room.
Kate Laswell is the sage that has been working for your family the longest time, the person you trust the most on the castle and ever since your mother passing, the closest to a maternal figure you have.
“How are you feeling, kid?” She asks, royal formalities ignored and forgotten years ago.
“As if I have been stabbed in the stomach.” You say drying the skin of your face with a rag.
“Hm, it matched the diagnosis then.” She says smiling stepping closer. “Let me have a look.”
She caresses the skin around the sutures checking the temperature to see if it is infected, moving from the one at the front to the one at the back to check it as well.
“Kate, if I stab myself but I don't die, does it make me weak or strong?” You ask, always keeping the dumbest question for her, knowing just how much it gets under her skin.
She stops looking at the wound and stands up before you. The expression on her face makes it almost worth the whole ordeal.
Almost.
“Stupid, a lucky stupid child. That's what it makes you.” She says sternly but with so much care in her voice you know it's just her way of saying she is glad you are alive.
She puts the dressing back, promising to talk with you later, and lets you with the maids to get you dressed.
It is your kingdom's custom to wear all-black clothes and to cover as much skin as possible. Lace and delicate fabrics slowly cover your body, gloves, tights, underskirt, a floor-length dress and in request to help you stand straight a corset around your midway keeping your wound in its place and protected.
A black-laced veil covers your head, and though you can see through it, it still hides your face from those who look at you. The last time you needed to put on the mourning clothes, your father refused to let them put in on you, arguing that it was too lugubrious for a child.
The person in the mirror doesn't look like a princess, it looks like a shadow. Like the ones you see on the corners of your eyes when you turn too fast, the ones kids would be terrified to see.
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Tired of looking at yourself in the mirror, you make your way to the entry, where Kate told you the procession would start.
Your dad’s coffin is being transported from inside the castle all the way to the church beside the cemetery down in the town. The carriage was pulled by horses decorated with candles and veils only adding unnecessary dramatism to the process.
You managed to make your way almost all the way to the middle before anyone noticed you, but Kyle looked up right at that moment and let the king and the prince know my signalling at you with his eyes.
They are also dressed in black, all of them wearing their battle armour. The black metal looks intimidating, especially since you are used to seeing your kingdom's silver armour.
The Prince once more has his face covered by the helmet so you can only see his eyes and for the first time even if it is through your veil, you make eye contact for more than a mere second, holding each other gaze for a longer moment.
It gets interrupted by the master of ceremonies, calling your name and telling you to get to your place. He doesn't need to tell you, it is the same as it was for your mother. So you take your place in front of the carriage and hold the banner with your family’s emblem on it against your chest.
“Princess.” A hand on your shoulder makes you turn and you look up at Kyle who looks at you sympathetically. “The king and Simon are riding horses at the back of the carriage, but Soap and I are walking right behind you, all right? Let us know if you need anything.” He says and once you nod he puts the helmet down covering his face.
The master of ceremonies looks at you once everyone is at their place, and when you nod at him he orders you to open the doors.
The sun is barely out, and the chilly wind gets inside of your bones. But everyone is waiting for you to begin walking, so you do, and take the first step towards the church.
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It stinks.
The whole damn church is packed with chrysanthemums.
All white.
Artificial love and appreciation.
The church was full of them by the time you put your feet in, nobody from town had arrived yet. So it is not the flowers of the kingdom.
The coffin gets moved from the carriage to the middle of the altar in the church, and you stand before it.
Alone.
Covered from head to toe in black.
Even the banner you brought all the way here was removed from your hands and moved somewhere else.
The townsfolk begin to arrive once the church bells start to ring, and you get yourself ready for what is about to begin.
Hundreds if not thousands of people are going to walk in front of you, bowing, showing their respect to the deceased monarch.
As time goes by, you begin to feel sick.
Your wound is no longer comfortably being held by the corset and is hammering at you to take it off.
The smell of the flowers makes you want to throw up as you are not able to smell anything else.
The lace of the gloves is no longer soft against your hands, and it keeps getting caught on your nails.
Your feet hurt for the walk and standing all morning, the shoes no longer being comfortable.
The faces of the hundreds of people walking in front of you become a blur, unable to recognise anybody.
You are getting dizzy and you know you cannot get away with it. You remember Kyle's offer and you are about to ask for help when you feel a hand.
It's almost as if he materialized from thin air, the Price is standing next to you. One of his hands on the small of the back involving it, the warmth of his hand covered by the glove brings you back to your feet.
“Hm?” He hums trying to see if you heard him, and you shake your head. “I said if you are all right? You look like you are going to pass out any moment, do you need a rest?”
It is kind. His voice is deep, and he almost growls it. But it is kind, with worry interlaced with the words that leave his lips.
“I’m okay. Just the smell, makes it hard to breathe.” It's hard to stop looking at his eyes, the only thing you can see of him. He is tall, you barely reach his chest standing so close to him. His shoulders are broad, and his armour only makes more prominent his strong build.
You managed to peel your eyes away from him and look back at the townspeople in front of you. It does not go unnoticed how the woman in front of you looks from the Prince to you with a curious look.
To them, this must be like the unthinkable, the princess who is almost always hidden finally makes an appearance and not alone, but with the Prince of a foreign kingdom on her side.
The Prince's hand is still on your back and moves up to your waist caressing with his thumb ignoring the rest of the people. “I’m right here, Princess.” He whispers just for you to hear.
And suddenly the chrysanthemums are not the only thing making it hard to breathe.
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“They are having a party.” You tell Laswell. “My father is dead and they are having a party.”
After the funeral, when it was considered that everyone in town had visited the chapel, your father's coffin was taken by the cemetery workers and the gravedigger to bury him.
The moment people started to dissipate, the Prince left your side and didn't give you another look. The king sent him a look you could not understand and he came to replace his son's place.
He interjoined his arm with yours and walked you to where both the knights were standing.
Everyone was moving around and it began a blur of movement, not even realising being back in your room.
You peel the veil off your head and throw it on top of your bed. Still feeling nauseous from the whole ordeal, you move to open the windows in your room and that's when you notice.
Downtown, everyone seems to be invited to a party. You can hear the music, the laughs, smell the food, see the dancing.
You close the windows.
Laswell enters not too much later and looks at you lying down on your bed looking grumpy like a punished toddler.
“What do you mean?” She asks back at you.
“People downtown, look at the window. I have never seen them having such a party. They are celebrating my father's death!” You exclaim sitting up and feeling tears in your eyes. “My father was not that cruel… was he?”
Kate looks at you sighing as she walks to sit next to you.
“How should I say this? Princess, your father…” She sighs, staying silent for a second before she keeps going. “Your father was a really great father, but… not so great of a king. He was not born in this kingdom, it never belonged to him. Ever since your mother passed away it was more your kingdom than your father, that's why it never felt nice to me that he insisted on keeping you away. The townspeople wanted to see their Princess, but instead, they only saw their deceased Queen's husband.”
“But just because they didn't get to see me doesn't mean my dad was evil. He still took care of them, right?” You argue back.
Laswell sighs, trying to look for the right words to make you understand. “On all the years that have gone by since your mother's passing… how many parties has the town done? How many seasons festivals? How many jousts?” You look up to her thinking about it. None. Not a single celebration of anything. “Exactly.”
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“Farah!” You half whisper-half scream once you reach the forge inside of the castle looking for here.
After your talk with Kate, you are determined to check by yourself how the townspeople feel about the late king. But to do so, you need to visit them, and to do so, you need Farah. So you switch your mourning dress for some pants and a white loose blouse and begin to make your way down the stable.
She is the only person on the castle you would classify as a friend, being only a couple of years younger than her, you grow up together.
The blacksmith's daughter was never the first option of your parents as far as friends were concerned, but you were way too stubborn as a child and Farah was not that bad of a girl.
She's cleaning her latest invention, always working at night when she cannot be reprimanded by her father to do what she is supposed to be working on and not on her own project.
“What are you doing here?” She answers back standing closer to you. “I thought you were sleeping, the maids said you went straight to your room.”
“That's not important now. I wanna go to town, see the people. Have you seen the party?” You ask fidgeting with your hands as you wait for her to answer.
“I don't know, Princess. It's late, and you had an important day. Maybe next time?” She asks looking apologetic at you while she crosses her arms.
“Maybe… but I brought money.” You say smiling getting a coin out of the pocket of your pants. “C’mon, Farah. My treat, yeah?”
Farah stays looking at you for a second trying to look serious, but quickly her expression changes and walks up to you picking up the coin herself. “Yeah, I think you are right. It can be fun.” She says as she exits the forge and starts to work toward the stables. “Which would Her Majesty fancy?”
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𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀
☆ neteyam sully x reader
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒- the four times neteyam knew he was head over heels and the one time he confessed it.
𝐂𝐖- tooth rotting fluff, sappiest shit ever, kinda corny if u squint but they’re so parents, none overall.
𝐀/𝐍 - oh no what’s happening to me i’m actually active?????!!! also i had a bit of trouble posting this one so lmk if there are any mistakes x
I.
the skies were in peaceful and unbothered calm. warm breeze caressed neteyam’s skin as he made his way through the forest, to the pond. to you. birds chirming in the background; it all confered the setting an idyllic ambience.
it didn’t take him long to finally reach the hypnotising, crystal-like waters of the pond. and there you stood, surrounded by sun rays and beautifully decorated branches. every thought he carried seemed to dissolve, as it always did.
watching you get undressed of your ornaments, only to dive into the water moments later, he realised that, with you, he was able to live in the moment. other worries ceased importance when you leaned in for a big kiss, wrapping his favourite perfume, your own, around him. you were enhacing in all ways possible.
he walked away from the hiding of branches, his figure becoming visible to you.
your face light up with his sight, a truthful and ebullient smile, calling out his name.
II.
he knew you were around his pod; however, he did not expect the scene he’d encounter as he approached his home.
you were sat on the ground, knees bent. tuktirey, his youngest sister, was sitting in the same position before you. besides the two of you laid a collection of wildflowers, jewels and beads. some of those he had previously seen on you. your hands were occupied combing tuk’s hair, tangling flowers into her braids and adorning some other braids with beads. while you ornamented her hair, you were entertaining tuk with stories, which went from tales to some of your experiences.
your face was relaxed, the softest of smiles settling on your lips, eyes looking at the younger na’vi with kindness. tuk’s smile was way wider, due to the constant laughter. truth be told, she admired you and loved spending time in your presence.
“and there you go!” you finally exclaimed, accomodating the last details.
tuk turned her body to you, excitement washing all over her.
“you look so pretty” you smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
she returned the smile, giving you a big hug. “ ‘m gonna go show mama!” she grinned before sprinting to find neytiri.
once she was gone, neteyam approached you.
“hey” you stood up to greet him with a kiss to his cheek. “your sister is the absolute cutest”
“she is. you know, you didn’t have to do this. you could’ve just, i don’t know, done something else. something fun” he said.
“this is my idea of fun” you shrugged, smile never abandoning your lips.
“and i adore you for that”
III.
his chin rested on your shoulder, embracing you with his arms from behind. one of his hands was laced with yours, caressing the back of your hand.
your eyes were locked with his in the reflection that the abandoned ship shot back. a lovesick smile adorning your and his features.
“i love us”
the words slipped off your mouth so casually they surprised neteyam. but he wasn’t complaining. he was eager to hear more, to listen to the mellifluous sound of your voice.
“what?” he asked in pure and bening confusion.
“i love us. i love you and me together” you elaborated, turning to face him. “i love how we fit each other.”
he tuck a loose strand of hair behing your ear. but his touch still lingered against your cheek.
“heaven is truly a place on pandora with you, y/n” he softly said. “better than i ever even knew”
you planted a kiss to his cheek before dozing off into the forest again, motioning for him to follow.
IV.
you couldn’t really recall how it had started. it didn’t really matter, though. the point was you both were laughing. laughing so wholeheartedly much. your laughs laced together melodically, although you were almost out of breath.
your cheeks hurt from all the grinning. your tummy hurt, too, that’s how hard and pure the laugh was. you couldn’t even open your eyes.
“i-” you broke into laughter again. “i can’t stop!”
you threw you head back, resting it against his shoulder. but it didn’t last long, for he was laughing so much. the whole scene only made you laugh even harder.
that same day, later on, you’d realise you could have stayed in that moment forever. worries dissolved, no tasks to fulfill, just him and you, enjoying such a mundane yet satisfying activity as laughing, living in your very own bubble.
as for neteyam, well, he was a goner as soon as he heard you giggle. it sounded so- addicting? yes, perhaps that was the word. the only thing he was sure about was that he never wanted to stop hearing you laugh.
V.
“y/n!”
you turned to greet him with a warming smile, one that never seemed to leave your face whenever he was around.
“listen, i’ve ... i’ve been meaning to tell you something” he started, face suddenly flushed.
you immeadiatly frowned. confused and, yes, slightly afraid. those words didn’t usually announce good news.
“is everything okay?” you asked carefully.
“yeah, totally” he flashed you a smile, before avoiding your gaze once again. “it’s just i’ve been feeling different lately. i, well i don’t know how to word it, but, the world suddenly was more beautiful. life’s been refreshing. i felt like doing really pointless things, but doing them made me happy. and i found someone to do them with. i found someone who sees me. i found someone worth living this world with and for.”
your heart swelled with happiness. you didn’t consider yourself to be able to elaborate a worthy response. there was a glint in your eyes that made you even more ethereal now.
“well that might have been the most beautiful thing i’ve heard in my entire existance” you cracked a smile. “you truly are one of a kind”
he stepped closer to you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“i can’t promise you forever, y/n. but i can promise you now, and everything i am”
you allowed yourself to avert your eyes to his lips for a fraction of second, before darting your orbs back at his. you couldn’t ask for more.
“you make my life better for just being in it.” you finally said, voice quiet. “and i can’t promise you forever either, because forever wouldn’t be enough”
he gifted you a smile, one you had grown to adore, to need even.
“kiss me” you whispered, not able to hold in your yearning anymore.
“all for you”
and then his lips were on yours, not for the first time, certainly not for the last time, but fervently, exploring in a way they had never before, saying unspoken words that translated that feeling you wanted the other so desperately to know but were afraid speaking wouldn’t be enough. feelings that would accompany you forever.
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Love Language
Pairings: Agedup!Aonung x Fem!Metkayina reader
Summary: Y/n has always been in love with her best friend and until recently they confessed their feelings for each other. Since they started dating she's come to learn just how affectionate he is.
Warnings: Fluff, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), praise kink. Som dom Aonung, dirty talk.
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For as long as you could remember you have always despised physical contact, the thought of anyone touching you literally made your skin crawl in the ickiest of ways.
So why is it that you had to fall in love with the most affectionate person ever? What compelled you to look at this Na’vi male and think it would be a good idea to agree to be his girlfriend?
Looking up from your task at hand you see your boyfriend making his way over to you, he had a wide smile on his face as his icy blue eyes locked in on your own blueish-green orbs. “Yawne, how is your basket weaving?” His smooth voice filled your ears causing them to perk up as you looked down at the nearly finished basket. “It’s good Ao. Did you finish your duties early?” You had to question, he had a bad habit of running off during his duties to come to you.
Aonung would actively seek you out no matter what time of day it was. It was as if his soul called to yours with such a deep yearning. Pushing the basket aside you stared into his eyes once again, he crouched down to be somewhat level with your smaller frame. “I did actually I missed you so I did my best to finish everything thoroughly before coming to you.” He shrugged it off as if it was a normal thing, that's because to him it was such a normal thing, a habit that he wouldn't be breaking anytime soon.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his antics, looking down you noticed his finger drumming away at his thighs. You come to learn it only happened when he really craved your touch. Unlike you Aonung loved being affectionate with you, he loved how your soft skin felt against his hands and he just adored how your body felt pressed against flush against his, especially in those rare moments you both made love. Smiling sweetly at him you reached your hand out to his and immediately he reached out to your hand. Bringing your hand up to his cheek he nuzzled into your hand his body relaxing instantly at the feel of your skin against his. The sight warmed your heart, amounts touch being the only one you found yourself also craving on occasion. His touch didn’t make your skin crawl or feel icky, his touch brought you peace and also made you relax. “Come let me fix your hair, silly boy.”
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The entire walk there he never let go of your hand, his hold only grew tighter as if you’d leave the instant he did. Once you arrived back at your marui pod you pushed aside the flap to walk in. You made yourself comfortable on the makeshift bench in your home, Aonung sitting between your legs. Her wrapped his large calloused hand around your thigh squeezing it gently. In moments like this, he was happy to touch and feel you even if it was only for a little. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the inside of your thigh as you worked on redoing his braids.
“You have such pretty hair Aonung I absolutely love it.” You told him as you worked, your hands were soft and gentle as you braided his hair. His hair was one of your favorite things about him, the soft pretty curls that framed his face especially when his hair was down which wasn’t something you saw often.
You were nearly done with the last braid when you felt him press a light kiss to the inside of your thigh. Letting out a small gasp you gently tugged his hair as a warning. “Stop that... I’m nearly finished.” You mumbled which caused him to let out a small chuckle. “Shh Yawne… just let me, please... it’s been so long since I’ve gotten to taste you.” A slight whine left your lips as you began to squirm, your hands however never stopped braiding. He continued to kiss your thigh lightly, your eyes closed and your fingers faltered momentarily as he kissed your thigh lightly.
You did your best to ignore him as you finally managed to finish the last braid despite his kisses, he finally turned around to face you. He had a small smirk on his lips, as he stared up at you. “Pretty girl..” he mumbled. His hands slide up the sides of your thighs now moving to undo the knots in your loincloth. He untied it before swiftly pulling it off you weren’t prepared and sucked in a breath of air at the feeling of the cold air against your dripping wet cunt. “Ahh.” Aonung admired you with wide eyes. “Look at how wet you are for me... I barely even touched you yawne..” he stated.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you tried to ignore the heat you felt beginning to rise. “I won't let you touch me...” you deadpanned, this caused him to chuckle as you felt his fingers slip between your folds before sliding up to tease your aching clit. You let out a small moan as you felt his fingers teasing you slowly, you whimpered, Aonung loved to tease because this was one of the rare moments you begged him to touch you.
His finger began to rub gentle circles on your clit as he pushed your legs open a bit more for him. He let out a slight little hum of approval watching how slick with your juices you are just from his gentle touches. He slid his finger back down before pushing it inside of you, a slight whine left your lips as you raised your hips a little, and he pushed in deeper at your reaction. He began moving his finger in and out at a slow steady pace loving the way your body reacted to him.
You grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand while the other held onto the makeshift bench to keep yourself steady, you whimpered quietly as he worked his finger in and out of you, and soon you felt him adding another finger inside of you. Your hips raised on their own as your gummy walls tightened around his fingers sucking them in deeper, your hips moving against the thrust of his fingers, working in a perfect rhythm. your nails dug into his shoulder as he sped up his fingers, and your moans grew louder as your pussy grew wetter.
"Look at you princess... taking my fingers like a good girl.." he muttered his eyes transfixed at the look of pleasure on your face. the sight of you losing yourself to him was truly a beautiful sight for him. Your eyes screwed shut, lips parted as small breathless moans left your lips. he curled his fingers up pressing and rubbing against your sweet spot, you cried out loudly digging your nails deeper into his shoulder.
"Precious girl. Gonna cum for me yeah?" He pressed a soft kiss on your clit.. once... twice.. three more times before sucking the swollen nub into his mouth. You sucked in air gasping a little as you felt the familiar knot building up in the pit of your stomach he felt it in the way your walls tightened up he knew you were close. "That's it, baby.. let it go.. cum for me.." he whispered... you let your head fall back hitting the board behind you as your orgasm pushed forward at his words.
Your juices squirted out wetting his mouth, chin, chest, and arm, he groaned out at the sight of you coming undone for him. "Ngh... Fuck Aonung!" you cry out, he didn't let up with his fingers however he continues thrusting them inside of you, letting the flat of his tongue rest against your clit as he got a taste of you. He started swirling his tongue around your clit as he helped you through your orgasm, his eyes never left your face. Once you rode out the high of pleasure he pulled away placing a few kisses on your inner thigh.
"Pretty girl.. such a good girl. Thank you for letting me please you." he praised you between each kiss to your thigh. "I love you," he told you while taking his time to get you cleaned up and dressed once more before picking you up only to lay you back down this time on top of him as he got comfortable on your mat. He held your exhausted body close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You let your body relax against his relishing the feeling of safety he gave you.
Your love language may not have been physical affection but for Aonung.. you'd always crave his.
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Kinkmas Day 05
O n A M o u n t
Neteyam x Human!Reader
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Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, vulgar language, fingering
“You are sure you want to go?” Neteyam’s head cocks to the side slightly in his crouched position, eyeing your petite human form as you work diligently on beading a bracelet for his youngest sister. “Of course! Tuk is finally going to bond with her own ikran, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You say with a bright smile, sparing Neteyam a quick glance as your fingers weave the material of the accessory masterfully. He bends down to your level, eyeing the gift you are crafting with adoration before transferring his gaze to you, “It will be dangerous, yawne. Tuk could get hurt, Lo’ak was thrown from his ikran on his first attempt. Are you really sure you still want to go?”, “Yes Teyam, and you aren’t going to talk me out of it, come on! I just finished the bracelet!” You chime eagerly as you stand to your feet, russling his braids on the top of his head before making your way out to where his ikran was waiting.
With a soft chuckle and a shake of his head, Neteyam stands to his feet again before calling out to you that he would just be a minute while he grabbed his cloak. It was windy, very windy which made your stomach perform a small flip of anxiousness as a shiver went down your spine. Hopefully it wouldn’t affect Tuk’s trial today. Your head spun around at the sent of the tent flap opening, revealing Neteyam as he emerged now adorned in the brown leather cloak. The sight alone made you blush, he always reminded you of a prince whenever he wore it; draped so perfectly over his shoulders, his cummerbund holding onto his waist securely and with the addition of all his flying gear, you couldn’t help but feel a little aroused at the sight. “Yawne, you are shaking. Come let’s get you up, I promise to hold you close to keep you warm.” He coos, lifting your small form into his arms effortlessly, setting you down on his ikran before hopping on himself, doing exactly as he said and securing your position between his legs.
With his arm wrapped tightly around your middle and a piercing screech from his ikran, the two of you took off into the air. This was one of your favorite places to be; above the tree line with the wind blowing throw your hair and your mate holding you closely against his chest. It was perfect. His scent surrounded you as you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as you took in the potent smell. His scent mixed with the strong arm around your waist began to pool a dampness in your panties, one that did not go undetected by Neteyam as you soon felt a familiar stiffening against your backside. “Teyam… you’re hard.” You smirk, giving him a cheeky look over your shoulder, before gently wiggling your ass against his bulge. “Why would I not be? I have a beautiful tawtute sitting so pretty between my legs.” Neteyam purrs low into your ear, nuzzling into the side of your head, his hold on your tightening as a groan escapes him, feeling you move against him, “But you really must keep still while we are flying, yawne.” He hums at the moment his ikran gives a few stabilizing flaps of its wings.
“What’s the matter? The mighty warrior can’t multitask?” You tease grinding your ass a bit more firmly into his bulge. This immediately evokes his grasp on you to tighten further, his fingertips indenting into your side as he huffs out a sound of sexual frustration. You both were playing a simple game and yet you took pride in winning. With a grunt of defeat Neteyam’s hand drops to the length of the loincloth that he had made for you, pushing it to the side as he begins rubbing small circles against your clit, “You tease too much, tawtute… but if this is what you want, then keep still.”. A shiver runs through your body as the wind blows against your exposed intimated, the heat from Neteyam’s fingertips doing little to calm the cold, yet his hot breath on your ear makes you snuggle back into him, your hips squirming into his hand. “Tsk tsk.. I said be still, yawne… such a naughty little thing you are.”.
Eyes shooting wide, your hand reaching up to cling to his arm, nails digging into his azure forearm as his finger forces its way into you, ripping a gasp from your throat. “T-Tey!” You whine as you feel the long and slender digit caressing right into your g-spot oh so effortlessly. It was amazing how just his finger could fill you up and threaten to push you over the edge so quickly, thrusting in and out of your velvety walls. “Heh.. you sound so pretty calling my name like that yawne… I told you to keep still, but my needy little tawtute would not listen…” you continue to whimper, nuzzling into his chest as he teases you, continuing the long drag of his digit inside you, “Now be a good girl and cum on my finger, hm?”.
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baby fever
jake sully x metkayina reader x neytiri te tskaha mo’at’ite
cw: nsfw (minors dni), sub!jake, sub!neytiri, dom!reader, gn!reader, intersex na’vi, threesome, polyamory, mild angst, scent kink, fingering, breeding kink, impregnation, tsaheylu, biting, marking, creampie, etc.
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One of the women of the village, Maika, gave birth to her first child. Coincidentally, it marked the end of the rainy season. The damaged marui were repaired, as well as the torn walkways, while the scent of distant rainwater lingers in the air. Maika sits by the cookfires, surrounded by clan members who wanted to meet her son. Ralu lingers behind her, blinking far too often to be normal as he looks down at them. Your usually stoic friend is clearly holding back tears, but you choose not to comment as you approach.
You smile broadly and touch your fingers to your forehead in greeting when your turn arrives. “I have brought something for you.” You say, presenting the warm blanket you began weaving the moment Ralu had told you Maika was pregnant. They both looked immensely touched by the gesture. “For the cold nights.” You unnecessarily add, amused by Maika’s glossy eyes and trembling mouth as she takes note of the intricate patterns.
“Thank you, tsmuktu.” Ralu says, his voice thick, and you snort as you hand him the blanket. He gives your shoulder a halfhearted shove, and Maika giggles. Her son’s ears twitch at the sound, and he blinks up at her with big blue eyes.
“Would you like to hold him?” She asks, and you pause. The babe is small— about the size of a tsurak egg, and probably just as fragile. You don’t remember the last time you held a child of his size, more used to the anklebiters that tackle each other off the walkways to race to the ilu pens. Your ears fold against your skull, and you open your mouth to politely decline, but Ralu arranges your arms into a comfortable position and promptly sets his tiny son in your hold.
“Oh.” You breathe, staring back at the eyes flicking over your face. “What is, um,” The child wraps his small hands around your toa guard, curiously thumbing the leather, “what’s his name?”
“Entu.” Ralu replies, smiling broadly at your awkward stance. Entu smacks your chin, and Maika giggles behind her hand, the corners of her eyes crinkling in amusement.
He’s adorable, you have to admit. Tiny, fragile, and adorable. It won’t be long before he’s also carelessly sprinting down the walkways with the other children. You watch little Entu, enraptured, as the boy swats at the beads woven into your braids. The Metkayina often wear shells and pieces of sea glass in their hair, along with intricate leather bands, but amber and wooden beads belong to the Omatikaya. They were a precious gift from Jake and Neytiri when you began courting. It seems Entu likes them, too.
You draw your eyes away from the baby, feeling someone’s gaze weighing on you. You spot — speak of the vrrtep — Jake watching you from the walkway with a strangely intense look. His amber eyes dance between your protective hold on the child and your face. Neytiri joins his side, wrapping her arm around his, and her expression gains that same bizarre heat. She leans up on the tips of her toes to say something into Jake’s ear, and his tail lashes almost violently. You tilt your head at them, confused. You haven’t done anything to provoke such a reaction, you don’t think…
Maika giggles again while Ralu’s mouth spreads into a smirk. Your fellow warrior takes his son, who’d been in the middle of nibbling on the corner of your toa guard, from your arms and nods in the direction of the forest Na’vi. “Good luck, tsmuktu.” He says in a teasing tone.
“With what?” You ask, your confusion growing.
“Tuktirey is eight cycles already, yes?” Maika asks thoughtfully, ignoring your own questions, and shares another look with her mate. Ralu nods, stroking Entu’s striped back as the babe rests his cheek against his father’s collarbone.
You broad tail sways in exasperation, “What do you mean? What does Tuk have to do with this?”
Ralu shrugs his shoulders, careful not to disturb his son, “I’m sure your mates can explain.”
You sigh at them, barely able to hold back a hiss, and bid them goodbye. You hear them laugh while you leave and, for a moment, you wish you had five fingers to mimic the rude gesture Lo’ak often shoots the other Metkayina boys. Jake and Neytiri’s eyes are dark with an emotion you can’t place, and they both watch you intently as you cautiously approach. You easily tower over them, causing you to lean down to greet them. Jake sighs into your mouth when you kiss him, trailing calloused fingers over the muscles of your abdomen. Neytiri leans against your side, brushing her lips against your cheek while her own slim fingers circle your bicep. You shiver, and you feel your ears grow hot.
“Hello.” You murmur quietly as you pull away. “Did you go see Maika’s child?” You ask in a failed attempt to seem casual.
Neytiri smiles, a beautiful thing that lights up her expression. “Yes. He will be strong.” She says in reply, once again glancing at Jake while subtly feeling your arm. There it is again, that look. Good luck, Ralu wished you, but with what?
“Come.” Jake speaks up, grasping your hand in his. His slim tail curls in an interested arc behind him.
You’re a willing follower as they lead you to their marui, now empty given that their sons and daughters were busy in the reefs and will not come home until eclipse. The scent of their growing arousal perfumes the air, and you find yourself relaxing. For a moment, you’d thought you’d done something to anger them. You find yourself pushed onto their pallet, barely managing to move your tail out of the way in time to avoid sitting on it.
Jake strokes the stripes along your jaw almost absentmindedly, “Entu’s a cute baby, isn’t he?” He asks in a strangely pointed manner.
You look between them, feeling uncharacteristically nervous under their hungry stares, “Yes… He’s cute. And small.”
Your words strike something in Neytiri, with the way her posture straightens and her eyes trail to your hands again. “Mm, he looked very small in your hands.” Your ears twitch at the breathiness of her voice.
“The kids are so big now, it feels like forever ago when they were that size.” He adds, sighing wistfully, and traces your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. The weight of his finger draws it downward, exposing your sharp teeth to his searching eyes. “It won’t be long until they move out. Even Tuktuk is getting older.”
“Tuktirey is eight cycles already.”
Oh.
Jake grins at the look of realization that dawns on your face. It’s a filthy, debauched thing that sets your body on fire and makes your tewng grow tight around your groin, but you doubt. “Do you,” Your lips brush against his thumb as you speak, “want that of me? Another? They won’t be like…” You trail off with a grimace. You are Metkayina, not Omatikaya. Any children you sire will look like your People. If you were to have one with Jake and Neytiri, they would be different, and it will be your fault. You can’t give them children with the slim limbs, darker skin and amber eyes that their sons and daughters have.
Neytiri kneels beside you, her expression softening, and cups your face. “They will look like you.” She says, her lips spreading into a warm smile. “And we will love them the same way we’ve loved our other children.”
“Mhm.” Jake hums in agreement, smoothing a hand over your braided hair. “What do you say, yawntu? You wanna be a Sempu?” The question should be as arousing as it is, but your cock throbs at the notion.
Neytiri kisses you first, slow and deep. Her hands cradle your face like you’re something precious, and her lips part for your tongue. You tilt your head to trace the sharp points of her teeth, humming at the sweet taste of fruit lingering on her own tongue. You stroke your hand down the curves of her slim body, undoing the strings of her tewng that wrap around the base of her tail. She sighs into your mouth, her chest pressing against yours as she arches her back when your fingers trail lower.
You gently press against her folds, feeling her arousal wet your fingers. You only manage to slip the tip of a finger inside her when Neytiri pulls away. Her pupils are wide, nearly swallowing the pretty amber of her eyes, and she makes space between you. You stare at her in confusion, but she shakes her head with a soft chuckle.
“We were thinking,” Jake begins, his voice thick with arousal at what he’d been watching, and leans down to mouth along the column of your throat, “this could be my turn. It would be my first, too.”
“Oh,” Is all you manage, feeling like the air has been taken out of your lungs. The thought of Jake, swollen with your seed, has your tail thumping against the pallet.
He tilts his head, his eyebrows lifting, “Is that a yes?”
“Obviously.” You reply, finally organizing your thoughts, and grab onto his slim waist to pull him closer. He straightens and stands very still while you untie the stings of his tewng.
Glossy strings of slick cling to the cloth as you slip it down his thick thighs. You swallow the excess saliva that pools in your mouth, resisting the urge to simply bury your face between his legs and lap at his slit like a starved nantang. You will do that another time. Jake shivers as the air inside the marui brushes against his heated flesh, precum shining on the flushed tip of his cock. Your appreciative hum trails off into a purr as you press your nose against the soft pudge of his stomach, inhaling slowly to drown your senses in his scent. It envelops you like a warm, intoxicating blanket.
Jake exhales shakily, and Neytiri settles behind you. Her hands ghost over your back, along the waving stripes of sea green that hug your body, and undoes the laces of your toa guard to bare more of your skin. You take another deep breath against Jake’s soft skin, then move your head to catch the opalescent droplets dribbling down his cock. He gasps raggedly at the sudden touch of your tongue, and his hands go to your hair. You slip your hand between his legs, brushing your fingers against the wet, swollen lips of his pussy.
His hips tilt into your touch, easily accepting your fingers as they breach him. He’s warm and soft inside, and your tewng sticks to the arousal dripping from you. Neytiri’s mouth presses against your shoulder, leaving kisses against your skin as she watches you thrust your fingers inside Jake. You slip a second finger into his cunt, curling and spreading them apart to stretch him for your cock. Neytiri tugs your tewng down, curling her fingers around your hard length to free it from its confines. She swipes her thumb over the tip, collecting the slick and precum for an easier glide as she strokes you.
You moan quietly, your ears folding against your head at the sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Jake’s breathing quickens, his tail lashing behind him, and he grinds against your fingers. He brings his tswin around, presenting the tendrils of his kuru to Neytiri. They writhe in the air, wanting, and you reach back to grasp her own tswin. She watches you, her lips parted as she pants, and nods. You move your eyes to the kuru, watching them intertwine and form tsaheylu, and you feel the way Neytiri shudders against your back with a soft, whining exhale.
Your eyes dance back and forth between them as you keep moving your fingers, watching their matching expressions when you add a third finger to press against the spot inside Jake that makes their tails shake. You aim for it, again and again until he flutters around your fingers and they climax. It’s always lovely, seeing them become one through the bond, managing to make them come for you at the same time. Your fingers are coated in slick when you take them out, and Jake’s pussy twitches and clenches around nothing.
Silently, you hold your soaked fingers to Neytiri’s mouth. Her eyelids flutter as your fingers slip past her lips, spreading Jake’s slick over her tongue. They groan simultaneously as the sweet taste spreads over her tastebuds. Neytiri suckles at your fingers, laving her tongue over and between them to get them clean. You pull away and kiss her chastely when she’s done before you turn back to Jake, reaching out to place your hands on his hips. “Are you ready?” You ask quietly, your eyes flitting over his face as you look up at him for any sign of hesitation, but he just smiles back at you.
“I am, but…” He murmurs, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady himself as he moves to straddle your lap. You grunt as the swollen head of your cock bumps against his dripping folds as they hover over you.
“Are you?” Neytiri whispers, finishing Jake’s train of thought.
You smile as well, surrounded by the two people you love the most, about to make something beautiful. “Yes.”
She wraps her fingers around your cock, guiding it inside Jake as he lowers himself. You groan as your cock inches inside him, bit by bit, until it’s completely buried inside him. It’s a snug fit despite his earlier orgasm, and more slick dribbles from where you meet to soak the inside of your thighs. It’s not your first time together like this— far from it, actually, but somehow it feels like a first.
So you act like it is, rocking gently inside him and kissing the glowing freckles that dot his face. Jake pushes down to meet your thrusts, his ears flat against his skull. You hear the quiet, wet sounds of Neytiri thrusting her fingers inside herself as she kisses and nibbles at your throat. The action muffles her sounds, while Jake cries out freely as he bounces on your cock. His own erection grinds against your stomach, smearing precum onto your skin.
“You’re wonderful,” You pant, quickening your pace, “Both of you. Great Mother, I love you both.”
Jake tips his chin with a whine, and you capture his mouth with yours. His blunt nails dig into your chest as he scrambles for support and greedily suckles on your tongue. Your grunt is muffled when Neytiri bites down on your shoulder, her fangs breaking through the skin. It feels so good. “Give it to me,” Jake nearly sobs, breaking away with a soft squelch as thin strings of saliva hang between you, “Please, please, please—”
“Give us a baby, yawntu.” Neytiri says hotly against your skin, lapping at the blood rolling down your skin and rutting harder onto her fingers.
“I will,” You snarl through grit teeth, slamming up into Jake’s pussy, “I’m going to fuck you full of my seed and we’ll watch it take. Watch you swell with a baby, our baby.”
Jake cries out, his eyes rolling, and cum spills onto your stomach while his cunt tightens around your cock like a vice. As slick gushes onto your pelvis, Neytiri takes it upon herself to grasp your tswin with shaking hands and connects your kuru to theirs. It’s a decision that’s taken in the heat of the moment, but one that’s been considered for far longer. You gasp, and it gets caught in your throat like a sob. For a moment, you’re lost in the feelings that crash into you like a wave against the shore. It’s Jake, and it’s Neytiri, and it’s you. You shudder as you come, your eyes screwing shut from the sting of overwhelmed tears, and your ears fold. You hear someone groan, maybe it’s Jake, maybe it’s Neytiri, or maybe it’s you— it’s all of you.
You tighten your fingers around Jake’s hips until you feel the phantom sting on your own, the bruises that will blossom on his skin come morning. You feel the seemingly endless ropes of cum you spill inside his cunt, the fluttering of his walls around your cock, and the press of Neytiri’s fingers against the softest parts of her. You tuck your face into the crook of Jake’s neck, and his hand curls around your nape to keep you there as he rolls his hips with small whines and whimpers, milking every drop you’re more than willing to offer.
Neytiri coos at you, her tail curling around your waist as she nuzzles against your back. You stay like that, all huddled together and breathing like a single being. It’s tsaheylu, you realize— or maybe they explain without speaking. It’s lovely, and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. Well, almost everything.
Jake gasps softly when you maneuver him onto his back on the pallet, careful not to break the bond. His cock lays against his soiled belly, half hard, and you tug Neytiri closer. “Again?” You ask out loud, even though you don’t have to.
“Yeah, that’s—” Jake’s eyes grow half lidded at the thoughts that run through your mind, “that’s perfect.”
Neytiri moans breathily when you push her down onto his cock, and she grips on to Jake’s arms while her tail tightens its hold on your waist. You pull back, slipping out of Jake until the very tip remains inside him, then thrust back inside him. Slick and cum make a bubbly, frothy mess around the thick base of your cock, smearing onto the mess that’s already on your skin as you drill into Jake’s gushing pussy. You lift and drag Neytiri’s hips down in time with your own thrusts, your ears perking at their pleasured cries. It’s sloppy, it’s wet, it’s loud— it’s wonderful, and it’s perfect.
By the next rainy season, there will be another child born to the Suli family.
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