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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 3 months

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Hi again, same anon that asked for the ovulating reader thing. I wouldn't mind either but if you could do maybe a mix of both like fluffy at first and it leads to smut that would be great!!😊

I hope you like itttt! :)

Pieces of you - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You're extra needy of Ethan's attention.

A/N: TWO POSTS IN ONE NIGHT. I feel like I've been slacking a little lately lol. I'll be updating my masterlist tomorrow with everything that isn't already on it:)

Ethan had just gotten his own apartment, and you pretty much moved in with him almost immediately. He never wanted you to leave, because he loved waking up next to you. He’d gotten used to all the cute little random things you like to do and became more familiar with your emotions as he spent all his free time with you. But today, you were acting differently. He couldn’t figure you out.

When you woke up from a nap, you walked out of the bedroom to see Ethan on the couch watching a movie.

“Why’d you leave me in there?” you asked.

You fell asleep with him spooning you, because you needed him around you.

“I’m sorry babe. I wasn’t tired and I didn’t want to wake you up,” he said, as you sat down on his lap.

You snuggled into him as he sat there, your head laying on his chest.

“I missed you,” you said, taking in his scent. “The body wash you use smells amazing on you.”

He laughed a little at your comment, wrapping his arm around you. He focused on the movie he was watching, but you wanted him to focus on you.

You traced your fingers over his shirt-covered abs, as he started to wiggle. The movement of his hips made you gasp.

“You’re tickling me,” he laughed, as you stopped moving your fingers.

You sat there in silence for a few minutes, but he could tell something was bothering you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I don’t know, I just…I feel weird today,” you said, “Can we talk? Like, about anything. I don’t care if its school.”

“Uh,” he said, pausing the tv, “sure, baby. I’m going to be really busy with school next semester, I hope you don’t mind.”

You did mind, but that’s probably just your hormones talking.

“What new classes are you taking?” you asked, placing a kiss to his chest.

As he spoke, you couldn’t help but admire the sound of his voice, and the way his words vibrated through his chest as he talked.

“Are you listening, baby?” he asked, trying to look down at you.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. What did you say?” you asked, as your hand rubbed up and down his chest.

“I was asking what you have going on after break’s over. What classes are you taking?” he asked, his hand running along your hip. The simple action wasn’t meant to be anything more than sweet, but it was starting to drive you crazy.

“Oh, um, I’m not really sure. I’ll check later and let you know.” You said, his hand movements really getting to you. “Can you stop rubbing my hip like that?”

He stopped his actions, feeling confused.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t know you didn’t like it,” he said, holding his hand still.

“I love it, but you just can’t do it right now,” you said, holding on to him.

Ethan sat there, still confused, trying to figure out what was going on.

“You haven’t eaten anything yet, do you want to go get some food?” he asked, gently scooting you off him to stand up. “I’m starting to get really hungry, and we forgot to go grocery shopping.”

The only thing you were hungry for was him, but you decided to get up too.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you said, slipping on your sneakers as he grabbed his keys.

You sat in the passenger’s seat struggling to sit still. You really missed the loss of contact, but you also didn’t want your boyfriend to starve.

“Do you want to go to a sit-down restaurant, or you want fast food?” he asked, as his hand rested on your thigh.

“Oh, um, I don’t know. Whatever you want, babe,” you said, watching his hand rub up and down your thigh.

“You okay with Olive Garden? I really want some pasta,” he said, glancing over to you before focusing on the road in front of him.

“That’s fine,” you said, as he took a left turn towards the restaurant.

Once you got there, you took a seat across from him at the table. The waitress was quick with your drink order, but you felt like the food was taking forever.

“You want a breadstick?” he asked, taking a bite. “They’re so good.”

“Sure,” you said, finally deciding to eat something.

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay? If I did something, you’d tell me, right?” he asked, as the food was finally sat in front of us.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just a little needy today,” you said, twirling the spaghetti noodles around on your fork.

“It’s okay, I like you being all cozy with me,” he said, as he started to eat his food. “Fuck, this tastes amazing.”

You started to realize that if you didn’t fuck him soon, you might actually lose your mind. He grabbed your hand on top of the table as you talked about the things you wanted to do for the rest of the break.

“Babe, can we get out of here soon?” you asked, looking for the waitress.

“We can take the rest to go,” he said with a smile as his fingers played with yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you smiled, as the waitress walked over to give Ethan the check.

On the way home, his hand was back on your thigh. His thumb was rubbing circles against you, and you finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“We need to get back home,” you said, stopping his hand.

“Why, babe? I was thinking we could go to this cute overlook. I brought a blanket, and we can cuddle while the sun sets,” he said, and you started to feel bad because it was so sweet and romantic…but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“If you don’t take me home and fuck me, we’re going to have to do it in your car. I need it, baby,” you said, your pleading eyes connected with his.

“Is this what’s been bothering you all day? You just need me to fuck you?” he smirked, starting his hand movements on your leg again. “All you had to do was ask, babe. You know I love it.”

“I’ve been trying to hold back all day,” you said, gasping as he squeezed your thigh.

“Don’t ever hold back again, okay?” he said, as he turned into the parking lot of the apartment complex.

You both got out of the car and hurried up the stairs to his door. When you made it inside, you grabbed his hand, pulling him to his room. You stripped out of your clothes in seconds as Ethan stood there, watching you. You started to get impatient as you walked over to him, lifting his shirt over his head. His lips connected with yours as he unhooked his belt and slid his pants down his thighs.

“I guess you really do need it,” he said, as your hand stroked his cock through his boxers.

“So bad,” you mumbled against his lips.

You led him back to the bed, lightly shoving him so he’d fall back. You straddled him, grinding your wet pussy against his clothed cock. You lifted off him a little, to pull him out of his boxers so you could have him inside of you.

“Baby, wait,” he said, as you whimpered. “If you want to skip the foreplay that’s fine, but at least let me stretch you out with my fingers. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay, but no teasing. I can’t take it right now,” you said, as he flipped you over to have better access to your dripping pussy.

He slid one of his fingers inside of you, gasping as you started to clench around him immediately. He started to move it in and out of you before adding another.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out, finally getting the attention where you desperately needed it.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you for a few minutes, as you started to whine.

“Okay, I think that’s good. I need to ride you,” you said, the eagerness in your voice making him laugh.

“What has gotten into you?” he asked, smirking.

You didn’t answer as he laid back, and you resumed your position on top of him. You lined him up to your entrance before slowly sinking down onto him.

“Fuck,” he gasped, loving the feeling of you around him.

You started to move as his hands started to roam your chest. You whined out as he softly pinched your nipples. You leaned down to kiss him as you grinded on him, his own hips starting to thrust into yours.

You were a moaning mess within minutes, and your brain started to get foggy with pleasure.

When you sat back up to ride him again, your hand went to your clit, rubbing circles against it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, as he helped you rock your hips.

You kept rubbing your clit, and kept trying to get close to an orgasm, but you couldn’t get there. You started to get really frustrated, tears welling up in your eyes at the disappointment.

“Hey, what’s wrong, babe?” Ethan asked, wiping the single tear off your cheek.

“I need to cum, but I can’t,” you whined, as you tried even harder to get there.

“Maybe it’s just the position. Want to try another one?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess,” you said, sliding him out of you.

You felt empty as you waited for him to tell you what to do.

“Let me fuck you from behind, baby. That always makes you cum,” he said, as you got in the position.

He groaned as your ass was stuck up in the air, your pussy craving him. He wasted no time as he started to thrust into you, as his other hand snaked around to rub your clit.

“Fuuuuck,” you whimpered, as the tip of his cock repeatedly hit that special spot inside of you.

“That feel better?” Ethan asked, as your arms spread out on the bed in front of you.

“Yes,” you mewled into the sheets.

He started to move faster, knowing how desperately you needed it. Loud moans were flying out of your mouth as you finally started to feel like you were getting close. Your hips moved back to meet his with each thrust, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, his free hand running over the curve of your ass.

Your hands were balled into fists as you gripped the sheets, your impending orgasm quickly building.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” you cried out, the feeling starting to wash over you.

Ethan watched you pull at the sheets as you started to shake underneath of him, the sight making him close to his own orgasm. Your walls fluttered around him, your incoherent babbling making him laugh, until those laughs turned to groans.

“God baby, your pussy feels amazing,” he moaned, as he reached that peak.

He pulled out, painting your lower back with his release. He kept his hands on your ass while he caught his breath.

“Thank you, babe,” you said, as you relaxed your grip on the sheets.

“You’re welcome,” he said, grabbing a towel to clean your lower back.

“Can we cuddle?” you asked, getting underneath the comforter.

“Of course, baby,” he said crawling in beside you.

He ran his fingers over your bare back as he held you against him. He loved the special, intimate moments he got to have with you, especially right after sex. It makes him happy to make you feel good.

“Hey, Ethan?” you said, looking up at him.

“What’s up?” he asked, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Can we watch the sunset tomorrow night? I thought it was really sweet that you wanted to do that.”

He smiled at your words, “We can watch the sunset every single day if you wanted to.”

#ethan landry #scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut

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bryngmemoney · 3 months

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✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

⭑story masterlist link

tw: death joke, worms (maybe?)

lots of Writing between Messages!!

🪡Chapter Twenty-seven: Fixing him

“Megumi,”

“hm?”

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you didn’t notice it , but he tightened his grip on the wheel, his other hand that was by his side he used to pinch the fabric of his pants.

“You just seem quiet, what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing, but you never told me where we were going.”

“Oh right!” to be honest you had completely forgotten you hadn’t told him, and you did promise you’d say where the morning of. “It’s a little book cafe! My friend recommended it to me, I thought it seemed fitting.”

“So, you’ve been here before with them?” he questioned. “Nope, we can try it out together.” He smiled a little, and you did notice that, happy to at least get a little more emotion out of him.

“Hi! Welcome in,” A girl with a short brown bob looked up to you and Megumi walking in, adjusting herself at the front of the counter next to a bakery display waiting for you to approach.

“Hi,” you greeted back.

“Do you two need help with anything?”

“Not looking for anything particular, thank you though,” you answered, turning to look at Megumi only to see him already looking around the place, specifically staring off towards a shelf of books.

“Ok, well let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded as the girl went back to her previous task. There were only a couple of other people inside the place, probably less than ten. It was larger than you expected it to be from the outside exterior, but still very homey. You had just begun to take a few steps in, only for Megumi to grab your hand and lead the way.

“Look,” he said once stopping in front of a shelf, picking a book out and handing it to you. “One of my favorites.” You were a little taken aback, but just smiled looking at it, front and back, trying to figure out what it was. “How is your eyesight that good you saw this from the entrance?”

“Can you do that again?” You looked up, only to see him pull out a smaller camera from his jacket’s pocket. Smaller than the one you had seen him with before. How did you not notice he was carrying that?

“Uhm, okay,” and you repeated your action, feeling slightly strange, but at least he seemed more alive now.

“Thank you.” His smile at that moment was contagious, seeming genuinely happy.

“Was that just for you or for your project?” you asked, mirroring his expression.

“Do you want your hint for the day?”

“Yes please.” He leaned his camera towards you, showing you the four photos he took, “They are for the project,” he informed.

“What’s wrong with your loaf?”

“What?” Megumi looked up from his page, eyes wide full of confusion.

“The pastry you ordered, you took two bites and haven’t touched it since.” You had been watching Megumi for the past thirty minutes he’s been sitting across from you. Although you both originally started with conversation that had slowly filed down into you guys reading what you had chosen. You thought back to what Nobara had said over text and couldn’t help but think maybe she was right. He’d probably be happy if you had just taken him outside then given him a book.

“Oh,” he looked down next to him, starring at the piece of bread on the small plate, “It’s just.. too sweet.”

“Too sweet?”

He looked back up at you, shrugging before picking up his mug taking a sip of his dark coffee. “I’m not really a fan of sweets.” He placed the cup back down, then went back to reading.

“You’re such an interesting man Megumi.”

“Really?” he questioned looking back up to you.

“You’re interesting to me.” He just looked at you, both of you making eye contact for a few seconds, and he failed to look away on time so you wouldn’t see the pink dusting his face. “Thanks I guess.”

Author’s Note: concrete🎀

um so complications irl, am not able to finish the next chapter today, will post two chapters for tomorrows update promise 😊🤞

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turtletaubwrites · 5 months

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I Won't Waste It ~ Part 7

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,738

This is part 7 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Series Link

Summary: You set ground rules with the cook and the swordsman, and spend some much needed time with a friend. Zoro speaks up.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Alcohol, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Swearing, Casual Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Condoms, Shameless Smut, Hair Pulling, Aftercare, Friends With Benefits, Crewmates With Benefits, Relationship Discussions, Zoro is a dick at first, but he's learning

A/N: Alright friends, please don't get mad! Zoro can be a dick, but we love character growth over here! I hope you enjoy this installment, and the next will be posted tomorrow! 😊 (Y'all can thank medical leave for these quick updates, today was the first day I've left my house in a week, lol)

Scowling at your morning reflection, you leaned your elbows over the sink. I’m fucking beat.

You took a little extra time getting ready to try to make up for your exhaustion. Especially since breakfast was starting to feel like a battlefield.

As you greeted everyone, you noticed Zoro leaning against the wall. He followed, and sat next to you. Robin’s knowing smirk made you bite your lip, looking down at your plate.

Zoro kept a grip on your thigh under the table, while Sanji brought you a caramel latte with a flower design on the foam. Usopp had asked you something, but you couldn’t hear over the assault of attention, until your captain spoke up.

“I told you Usopp, Y/N’s sick. Chopper, can fevers make you go deaf?”

“Actually yes, a high fever can cause cochlear damage-”

“She’s not sick, she’s just been having trouble sleeping. Right, Y/N?”

Nodding, you gave Robin a grateful smile.

Needing some air, you avoided their eyes and walked out on deck, yawning as you stretched.

“You’re coming to my room tonight.”

Zoro’s whispered demand tickled across your neck before you turned to face him.

Yawning again, you leaned toward him.

“I can’t tonight, Zoro. I need to get some rest.”

Your breath hitched when you saw his eyes shift, and you took a small step back.

“What, now that cook treats you like a little princess, and you don’t want to fuck me?”

The sound of a lighter sparked behind him.

“I believe the lady told you she wanted a break, Marimo.”

Zoro spun, his fingers touching the handle of a sword.

“Fucking stop it, both of you. I’m not a piece of meat to fight over.”

Sanji looked at you with wide eyes, while Zoro clenched his jaw. You glared at him, stepping forward again. “And Zoro, I enjoy our time together, but there’s a line. You agreed to this, so speak up if you can’t handle it.”

Zoro’s lips pursed a bit, and it looked like he was grinding his teeth while you continued.

“Clearly we need some ground rules.”

You sighed, walking over to the railing. You caught Nami waving from the crows nest, and you held in a laugh, grateful to know she was there.

When you turned around you could almost see the violence in the air between them

Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into.

“Okay, rule number one; no fighting over me. The whole point of this arrangement is to keep things casual, and I won’t put myself in the middle of your feud.”

Zoro's veins pulsed in his arms as he clenched his fists, and Sanji seemed to be desperately trying to ignore Zoro’s presence.

“Rule number two; no one gets their feelings hurt when I want to take a break. I’m fucking tired, and I’m not a doll you can use whenever you want.”

They both looked appalled, Sanji flashing hateful eyes toward Zoro as the swordsman swore, and started to apologize.

You held your hand out to stop them, and kept going, trying not to draw their eyes to the thumbs up waving from the crow’s nest.

“Rule number three; we need to come up with some sort of system to keep things fair. I don’t want to have to choose between you guys, and get caught in your pissing contest.”

Sanji looked at you with puppy dog eyes, while Zoro crossed his arms with his signature scowl.

You paused for a moment, feeling exhausted.

“So, what’s the system?”

“Let her catch her breath, moss head.”

“You don’t know what she needs, waiter.”

“Guys, seriously? Stop.”

They had leaned toward each other, and you could practically see their hackles rise.

But they went instantly silent at your words, and turned to face you.

You held in the shiver that ran through you at how these two powerful men just obeyed your command so quickly.

“Let’s alternate. One day with Zoro, then the next day with Sanji. And I get to take breaks without you destroying the ship.”

Zoro kept scowling, and Sanji still looked like everything you said was magic. Again, you had to bite back laughter at these two ridiculous men.

“Plus! You can both sleep with other people too!”

The blank stares they both gave you made you pause for a minute.

“... Okay then, good! Do we all agree to the terms?”

“Of course dear-“

“Sure-“

“Great! I’m going to get some work done.”

You practically ran away from them, chewing on the inside of your lip to keep from squealing. This is insane!

You didn’t want to spend the day in the kitchen making oils and tinctures until you’d seen Zoro again. They’d agreed to the rules, but you didn’t want to test his limit while he watched you spend the day with Sanji.

Instead, you spent it with Chopper. Now and then he’d share some interesting facts from his books while you were cataloging ointments, salves, and other supplies you’d made. Making sure they weren’t expired, and logging what you should make soon.

“We go through arnica cream like crazy, I’ll put that on our priority list.”

“Good thinking!”

It was so hard to be in a low mood around Chopper, and you found yourself smiling, even as you made your way through the hall to dinner.

“Y/N.”

Zoro’s voice was low behind you, and you took a breath before turning to meet his eyes. He was looking everywhere but you, and you’d never seen him with his shoulders slumped like this.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

You stared, watching him struggle, clearly feeling shitty about this.

“No, you shouldn't have.”

You said it with a soft voice, but stayed firm.

He nodded, meeting your eyes.

“It won’t happen again. I’m sorry.”

You nodded, releasing a breath.

“Thank you, Zoro. We can talk more tomorrow if you want. I’ll meet you in your room after dinner?”

Zoro’s lip twitched just a bit, and that tiny smile made you feel at ease. He nodded, heading into the galley.

After dinner, you walked toward your quarters in a daze.

Nami caught your eye in the hall, and she flashed a bottle of wine from under her jacket while nodding toward her room.

You closed the door behind you both, then mock hissed at her.

“You thief.”

“Former! Now I’m a pirate. And pirates plunder.”

She took a swig before handing it over.

“I figured you could use some company that isn’t trying to stick a flag in you.”

“Oh, you are so right.”

You probably should have gone to bed early, but you had needed this time with your friend. You’d managed to spend a decent amount of time not talking or thinking about boy drama, but it inevitably came back up.

And this time it was all your fault. Maybe I’ve had too much wine.

“Soo, Nami?”

“Uh huh?”

She’d been digging in her closet, but twisted around to face you.

“Would you, uh… Would you want to join an arrangement with either of them?”

Her mouth fell open, and she laughed loudly before clamping her hand over her face and sitting next to you.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to laugh like that.”

You were laughing yourself, leaning your head into your hands.

“No, it’s totally fine. This whole thing is fucking ridiculous.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…”

Her tone had gone soft, almost serious, and your laughter faded.

“I just, I don't know. I've never been interested in that. I’ve tried before, but-”

She glanced at you, then shrugged before staring up at the ceiling.

“I know it sounds weird. I love to hear about it, but I just… don’t want to do it myself. With anyone. If that makes sense.”

You smiled at your friend, touching your hand to hers.

“It makes sense, Nami. I don’t think that’s weird at all.”

She beamed at you, and you felt shivers of warmth for your friend.

“I’m just bummed you won’t be able to carry some of this load for me.”

“Ha, ew! I don’t want any of that load, you can keep their junk all to yourself!”

Finally crashing in your room later, you felt so filled with happiness that you didn’t even think about tomorrow.

Luckily tomorrow included the boys on their best behavior, although they were still vying for your attention during meals.

I need to set another rule for that.

You felt Sanji’s eyes on you as you left after dinner, and shivered as you made your way to Zoro’s quarters.

He let you in, as if he’d been waiting behind the door. You half expected him to pin you against the wall. Instead he led you in, sitting on the floor across from his chair. You took a seat, barely breathing. This was not Zoro’s typical stoic silence. Your knees fought as you tried not to bounce them.

He started to speak, then coughed, clearing his throat a couple times.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“I know-”

“I’m not good at this.”

He gestured vaguely between you, then looked away. You chewed your lip not to smile.

“I just. I like you. And I like what we’ve been doing together.”

“I’d say ‘like’ is an understatement, Needy.”

You caught yourself teasing his own words back at him before you could stop it. You had a second of panic, worried you’d pushed him too far.

Zoro looked up at you, his face tilted with that evil smile that made your pulse race.

He seemed to be fighting to keep his voice even, but the heat kept building.

“I promise to do better. Can you forgive me?”

Your breath was high in your chest as you felt the air shift around you.

“Yes, Zoro. I forgive you.”

He lifted onto his knees, coming only a fraction closer to you.

“Can I make it up to you?”

You gave a small gasp, and his smile of satisfaction made your eyes flutter shut for a moment.

“Y-Yes, please.”

Zoro was suddenly kneeling between your legs in his chair, hand fisting in your hair. He gripped you hard enough to make you whimper, loving the feeling of him taking control. He licked along your neck, sucking and biting your earlobe as his free hand gripped its fingers into your thigh. He pulled your hair even tighter, and you cried out for him as he chuckled in your ear.

“I knew you needed me to touch you like this. You need me to hurt you, just a little bit. Don’t you, Y/N?”

You couldn’t keep your back from arching, and he used the hand on your thigh to pull you roughly until you were sitting on the edge of the chair, quivering for him.

“Should I repeat the question, Needy?”

His dangerous words had your body aching, wetness pooling between your thighs.

“No. I, uh-”

“What do you need?”

He breathed those words against your lips as his eyes burned into yours.

You could barely hear your desperate whisper as you answered him.

“I need you to hurt me, Zoro. Use me, please.”

He forced his tongue into your mouth. His kiss felt like he was taking from you, and you moaned into him.

You fell back into the chair as he released you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he pulled himself out of his pants, dragging a condom over his long, twitching cock.

“Wrists or throat?”

You looked back at his eyes, his growled words not registering.

“Pick one.”

“Uh, wri-wrists,” you whispered, almost panicked.

“Get on your knees.”

You joined him on the ground, heart pounding.

Zoro tore at your pants, dragging them down just above your knees before grabbing you by the hair again.

“Beg me.”

You almost went limp, his grip in your hair keeping you upright.

“P-Please fuck me, Zoro. Please let me feel your cock-”

Zoro shoved your head down to the side, and you caught yourself on your hands and knees. He moved behind you, and you whined. Needing him, dripping for him.

Feeling his length dragging along your skin, you begged even more. He leaned over you, grabbing and pulling you by the arms until you were upright, flush against the front of his body. He nipped along your neck while you shook.

“I’m gonna give you what you need. And I'm gonna take what I want. And you’re gonna keep your fucking mouth shut while I do it. Does that work for you, Needy?”

“Y-Yes, please, Zoro. I need you.”

He growled, and you gasped as he forced your arms behind your back. He pushed you forward, but held your wrists in one of his strong hands while he circled your entrance.

You chewed your tongue, panting with pain and pleasure as he slammed into you, so fucking deep. He used your arms like handles, pulling you while you whimpered, trying so hard not to scream.

Tears were streaming down your face, and you were overwhelmed, overpowered. Your pants still trapped at your thighs created so much pressure as he fucked you from this angle.

“That’s right, Needy. You want me to fucking use you. That’s why you’re being so good and quiet for me, huh?”

You nodded for him, whimpering as he shoved into you even harder.

“I can be that for you, Needy. I can be the one that makes you feel this way. Fuuck… Your pussy loves being used, doesn't it, baby?”

Tiny sobs left your lips as your body proved him right.

The angle he was holding you at was wearing you down, but he held your arms where he wanted you, forcing himself into your body as it tried to go limp.

You came on his cock, tears and drool leaving your face instead of screams. And he didn’t stop.

Zoro pushed you forward, using an arm to catch you before you hit the floor.

Then he shoved you face to the floor while he kept ramming into you.

“Finger yourself, Needy. I’m gonna take what I need now.”

Moaning, you tried to move your arms, but they were still almost numb from his grip. You didn’t need to though. The new angle, and Zoro’s groans above you brought you close again.

“Fuck, I know what this needy pussy wants, huh, Y/N?”

He fisted your hair as his thrusts became erratic. You moaned your ‘yes’ for him, writhing under his control.

“What do you need?”

Panting, you begged while he brought you again, your pussy milking him.

“I need your cock, Zo-Zor-”

You had to stop talking or you would have screamed. You shook under him, body bucking while you came so fucking hard. Even with your own body convulsing, you felt Zoro pulsing inside you, loving the moans he let out as he released.

You lay together, gasping and twitching, until the sensations were too intense and he pulled away, cleaning himself off while you tried to relearn how to breathe.

Zoro came back to you with a towel, cleaning you off before rolling you onto your back, and helping you slide your pants back on.

His face was unreadable, and you stopped yourself from asking if he was okay. He promised he’d use his words. I can’t let myself worry about his every expression, it’ll go too far.

You swallowed as you tried to listen to your own advice.

Then he sat against the wall again, dragging you to lay across his chest. Your breath froze as he gently stroked your arm while he rested his head against the wall to look at the ceiling.

You didn’t know what to say. This was the most awkward moment you’d felt with him so far, and you were trying so fucking hard to not take responsibility for this grown mans feelings.

“Thank you.”

You gingerly pushed yourself up, sitting against the wall beside him so you wouldn’t have to look up at him.

“For what?”

He met your eyes, his lips twitching into a small smile.

“For giving me another chance. I won’t waste it.”

Your lips parted as you stared into his deep, dark eyes. His words sounded so soft, so genuine. Your breath seemed caught in a strange moment, like you were somehow separate from the room you were in. Zoro didn’t look away.

“You’re welcome.”

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'The Love Shack' Part III - Blurring Lines - Teaser Snippet

Relationship: Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya reader(21) x Lo'ak(22)

Author's Note: Hello my lovelies! As promised, here's a little teaser snippet this weekend of Part III of 'The Love Shack'! 😘 The whole of Part III will be uploaded next weekend. I'm already 6.5k into composing it & it's shaping up to be toe-curling already. This teaser post is also a test for my taglist (which I'm so blown away by the size of! Thank you to everyone for all your support!!) 😊

Part I - The Proposition HERE Part II - Three is a Perfect Crowd HERE UPDATE: Part III now available HERE

Part III Summary: You've spent weeks now, meeting with Neteyam & Lo'ak at the old outpost to play... You enjoy them both, but your feelings for Neteyam are becoming trickier to navigate. And unbeknownst to you, Neteyam is finding it difficult to share you... He wants you all to himself, away from his brother and away from other prying eyes...

Neteyam’s lips scored a heated path down the side of your neck with his lapping kisses. His massaging hands had moved from kneading the muscles in your shoulders to trail over your collarbone, drifting lower until his calloused palms met your hardened nipples.

Slick from the bath oil, you leant back against him while he gently massaged your breasts, his lips nibbling at the delicate points of your ears now. You’d never realised how sensitive your ears were, but they were definitely an erogenous zone for you. Every nip and kiss to the soft skin there made your legs weak and your core pulse.

You could feel the solid length and weight of his erection pressing insistently into your lower back like an unspoken invitation to you of the bodily ecstasy it could bring you. Neteyam verbalised his invitation, nonetheless, in a rumbling purr, “Play with me tonight. Here. Just you and me.”

Your thighs gave an involuntary squeeze together, the ache in your pussy growing so intense it felt hotter than the water of the hot spring you currently stood in. You felt Neteyam clasp your jaw with one hand, tilting your head back and twisting your face so he could plunder your mouth with his lips and tongue. The velvet sweep and suction of his kiss ensured that whatever hesitation you had was promptly abandoned.

However, you couldn’t help a sassy retort from leaving your lips, “I don’t know. You don’t have any of those sex toys here tonight to rock my world.”

Neteyam bent his knees slightly, bringing his hips in line with your bottom, and he reached down to reposition his cock so it could slide between your thighs and against your slick folds. His chuckle was dark and his voice was full of sensuous promise in the most sinful of ways, “Oh paskalin, you and I both know that I don’t need any of those toys to have you screaming my name tonight.”

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 months

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Hi Jen! Mrs pasta here.

I hope some people realize that if The day comes Ramen deactivates or officially deletes his IG, it is over. He has given up trying to engage with the public and that is when, fans, or remaining fans, should be worried. Because that means he no longer wants to try - forced or not.

Right now, deleting a few posts here or there is odd to some but probably has a reason behind it. I wish people would just wait. It’s getting annoying at this point.

Lastly. Ramen is still somewhat holding it together for the public despite the blatant and abhorrent negativity he continues to keep receiving. I commend him for that.

And to the snarky people on here that keep wanting to dig on him…

I’d like to see you get tagged in H*tler and N*zi and t*rrorist posts and get shamed for everything from you hair, face, nose, teeth, body, things you’ve said maybe out of context 15 years ago, and promotional pictures you took 8 years ago during a USO tour for a company you work for…and also being called P and G names from your own fanbase…and your friends, family, business partners, etc getting tagged into the same

Negativity

And come back and tell me you’re okay. That you don’t care and that you’re not bothered. Seriously. I will sit here and wait.

Please remember that humans have emotions and feelings, even if they are famous.

Have a great week, Jen. Stay sweet and positive as you always are ❤️

Welcome back, Mrs. Pasta.

I hope you had a beautiful day yesterday filled with love and laughter.

I do agree with your comments. It is disheartening to see some posts that have been deleted/archived when they brought so much joy. But I’m sure there are reasons. I have a few ideas and thoughts. But what do I know for a fact?

I hope that he is actually taking care of himself while he waits for production on Honey, Don’t to start. It seems the snow with Dodger was a nice moment.

I do think that people have taken the USO tour pictures a bit too far. And to demand anyone, celebrities included, to speak on something is a bit strange for me. But maybe me being a millennial I look at things differently. I’m not excusing the actions during the USO tour, but if we can forgive old tweets and say people have changed, maybe we should have the same grace. Or even keep the same energy for the other person on that USO tour that signed as well. But still, almost a decade ago.

I think everyone should just breathe. Remember there are emotions and a person behind the persona.

And you have a great week as well! I always look forward to your drop ins. Hopefully the next one is a bit more joyful. We can have us some Banza noodles 😊

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starphasedd · 5 months

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Unmade

1 - The Prelude

(Din Djarin x F!Reader)

Rating: 18+ for violence, explicit language, and eventual smut.

Synopsis: "When Din saw the look in your eyes at the sight of the child, he knew he made the right decision coming to you."

Notes: Hiii 🥺 It's been so long since I've had the motivation or inspiration to write. I'm so happy to finally post chapter one of my new works. 💓

This is a new multi-chapter series that will be worth reading, guaranteed. 👌 updates may be slow. But I promise I am working on it. And yes--smut coming soon. In the next chapter 🔥

Each chapter will have an assigned theme song. Literally just a song I listened to while writing that had me vibing. Name and artist in the notes below. 😊

Word count: 5k +

AO3 | chapter 2

9Aby - Tatooine - Ten months prior to present

It was getting increasingly difficult to find work.

Jobs were getting smaller and less complicated by the day. Some were bigger than others, but nothing compared to what you used to bring in. You've seen everything from small weapons repair, to minor speeder bike maintenance. But for the most part, they were small and low compensating jobs.

You found it hard to afford the essentials anymore. Food, water, toiletries–any base comfort to life. You hadn't had a home cooked meal in months . You ate what you could find or pawn off any wealthy vendor along the streets.

Luckily, you owned your own shop. You were infinitely grateful for that. It meant you had a place to sleep; a roof over your head. Most importantly, a door to close and lock at the end of the night. To keep the thieves and possibly more , out.

Mos Eisley had been attracting people from all over in recent years. You heard of a spice trade running rampant nearby from people in the village, but you always tried to ignore the banter. It was never good to involve yourself with those kinds of things. You made it a personal goal to stay pretty introverted. It was best for you, and everyone around you to not get involved in trivial things like gossip and politics.

It was testing, though. The drugs coming through town had taken a toll on your business.

It makes it hard for you to bring in any credits. Very hard. The criminals were starting to take over, driving all of the families with children out. Not only was it becoming difficult for you to earn any credits, it was making it difficult for you to earn clean credits.

For the longest time, your customer base were family men with speeders, regular weapons used for recreation and such. They were clean, good credits. You could take pride in helping the people of this town. You were contributing to happy and healthy lifestyles. It was relatively wholesome.

It’s not like that anymore.

Outsiders would come in looking for repairs on their weapons, only for you to find out the particular weapons they had in their possessions were registered as stolen. Ninety nine percent of the time, that meant they were previously owned by Imperials and were now being used in some type of crime syndicate. At first, you would turn them away. Even if it meant getting cursed at or losing business. You had options back then. But when more of them started rolling into town, driving the city folk away, you had no choice but to start taking their business. It was survival, at this point.

You laid awake at night, wondering–thinking of ways you could turn everything around. It always came to the same conclusion. You were a defenseless woman, operating a male dominated trade, in a town that was now overrun by criminals.

And you were alone.

You didn't have any family. Or even friends, for that matter. You kept to yourself all these years, solitude being your closest friend.

You did have an acquaintance that worked out of a hangar bay in the spaceport. Peli Motto. She was just that though. An acquaintance . Not a friend. There was something about her that irked you. Maybe it was the righteous part of you that wanted to be pure and good–because she was somewhat of a scammer. But her methods had her eating well every night. She was always at the bar, drinking and having fun. Gambling, all of it. You hated to admit it, but you often found yourself jealous of her.

Not just the scheming way of lining her pockets, but also her mechanical talents. She was definitely gifted in her trade, and she had loyal customers from all over. All of which could be possible clients of yours, but would never set foot in your shop because of her. Sometimes you thought she tried to spoil your name so everyone would come to her–a rotten way to get rotten business.

Day by day, you watched ship after ship land and leave her hangar. It angered you. Stars , it really pissed you off.

That is, until one day, she actually sends someone right to you.

It was incredibly muggy that day, you remember. Your hair stayed damp, sticking to your cheeks and neck. Your clothes clung to your body uncomfortably. Sweat rolled down your skin constantly all day. At some point, you wished you could walk around butt-ass-naked . Anything to escape the heat at this point. You wanted to rip your shirt and pants off to cool down. Even for a little while.

You sat atop an old project speeder bike in the corner of your shop. Some sunshine was able to come through missing pieces in the makeshift metal roof. Part of your shop was a building with one wall knocked down. You kept your personal belongings there. The other half of your shop was relatively open space. The roof was held together by pieces of metal you had found here and there. Most of it was rusted, and broken. Hence the big ray of sunshine that's beaming down on you right now. The floor on the open side of your shop was nonexistent. It was the raw, sandy ground. The floor leading into the closed part of your shop was tile you had laid down a while back. Something to walk on other than the sandy floor.

You tried covering up the brick walls of your shop with old blankets to give it a more 'homey' feel. You thought it may make your customers feel more at ease when they were around. When you had customers.

The speeder was a side project of yours that was slowly becoming your only project. You had always dreamt of owning a speeder for recreation. So, you bought a scrap, hollow shell of one a few years back to work on and restore for yourself. Sadly though, it was now becoming your survival project. You needed to sell it to feed yourself.

Red hued safety glasses shield your eyes from hot sparks that fly up from the soldering iron in your hands. Your fingers glide delicately over the sensitive wires in the ignition chamber of the speeder's engine bay. You’re sitting on the warm leather seat; the top half of your body hunched over in what you can only refer to as a “gremlin looking” position. It should hurt your back, but you were used to it by now. The long term effects lost on you for the time being. The only thing on your mind was getting this machine running so you could sell it and fill your cooling chamber.

Sweat glistens your face, neck and exposed chest as the hot Tatooine suns beam down on you. You have a bottle of water next to you on the ground in case you start to get nauseated. Which happens more frequently than not on this maker forsaken planet.

You reach up to wipe some of the sweat off your forehead with your arm. The heat from the surrounding areas combined with what radiated off the molten wires in front of you was taking a toll on your physical state. Maybe not the best day to do this. One of the hottest reported days in the planet’s history.

You sigh through chapped lips, deciding against starting the next bundle of wires. You lean down, gripping the water bottle with what little strength you had left to bring it up to your lips. You chug, sucking down the entire sixteen ounce bottle in one thirsty gulp. Despite the painfully hot air surrounding you, your water managed to stay relatively cool in the shade of your bike. The liquid runs cool down your throat; coating it in sweet relief for a few moments before you feel it hit the inside of your belly.

You sigh again, sitting up straight on the bike’s seat. You let your head fall back on your shoulders and you close your eyes, resting them for a few moments. Your arms fall limp to your sides, your thighs straddling each side of the hot speeder. The sun beams down on your skin and you can feel the burn starting up again. The red safety glasses also help to shield your eyes from the sun.

Your shop is far enough outside of the main streets that you don’t get all of the city noise, thankfully. Most days, you can sit here and just listen to the quiet noises of the sand and wind. It was relaxing sometimes, and deafening the other times.

So, you sat there for a few minutes. Head back, posture relaxed. Just enjoying the silence for a while.

After a few more minutes, you heard the distinct sound of the main shop door opening. The door was large and made of very flimsy durasteel. The sound of that loud wobbling paired with durasteel scraping on the sand surface was something you didn’t hear very often anymore. This was all followed by heavy footsteps; leather boots clumping lazily over the ground. A large man crested around the corner, looking down at you sitting on your bike.

You glance over at him. He appears human, his whole body brandished with expensive looking weapons. He had short cut hair, blonde in color. His eyes were blue. His skin was pale and freckled. He wore a black leather jacket on top of a black tank top. Both were dirty, and he didn’t seem to care.

A grin spread across his face and chills immediately shot down your spine. Your back stiffened as the large man began sauntering in your direction before he came to a halt in front of you. His thumbs hook in the pockets of his pants on either side.

He nods arrogantly before finally speaking to you.

“They told me a pretty little lady ran this shop. I dn’t believe em.” His accent is unfamiliar to you, his words almost slurring together. Or is he drunk?

He licks his lips once and smiles down at you. His teeth are dirty and unkempt.

You cough and shift away from him, swinging your leg over the other side of the speeder. You take a couple steps back from him, but not too many. As to not set any red flags off in the man's head. Your hand reaches up to push the red glasses onto the top of your head. You squint when the sun hits your sensitive hues. After pushing your glasses up, your hands slide back down to your waist and lock onto your hips.

Usually with these types of guys, you choose a more aggressive approach. You would immediately tell them to get lost, or chase them out. But, something is different about this one. He seems…off. Unhinged, maybe? Something about his demeanor screams at you. You’re uneasy.

You’re playing it safe this time. Just…see what he has to say.

“Guess I’m that lady,” You say sweetly, a very fake smile cresting your cheeks. You pretend to be busy, shifting around to pick up some useless spare parts hanging around. “How can I help you?”

His breathing is a little heavy, you notice. And that scares you. That hints at something unstable within him.

He takes his hands from his pockets and flattens his palms on the fabric, rubbing them up and down to dry them of the sweat he’s exuding on this hot day. He grins again and shifts to follow you when you opt to start walking into the shaded part of your shop.

“Need a piece of equipment fixed.” He says plainly, directly behind you.

There’s a tall, bar-like table to the left of your shaded space. Behind the bar-esque table is storage for your customers' weapons. You walk behind the bar, and he follows around to face you from the other side. Thank the maker. Breathing room.

“What kind of equipment?” You ask innocently.

The man reaches behind him and pulls a large rifle from his back. He drops it down on the counter in front of you.

You grab it softly, pulling it closer. Your fingers wrap around each end to bring it up for a better view. A knot is tightening in your gut. As you thought; an illegal weapon. Again. This one in particular is especially heinous.

A T7 Ion Disruptor. A rifle banned by the New Republic.

You clear your throat, slowly setting the weapon back down on the table in front of you. You glance up at the man through your lashes. He’s still grinning at you, shifting weirdly on his feet. Back and forth.

“I’m sorry. I can’t work on this.” You say, slowly pushing the rifle back towards the man.

You know there’s trouble when he stops shifting from side to side, and his grin slowly fades. He huffs, slapping his hands back down onto the weapon and pushing it back to your side of the counter.

“I’ll pay ya, No questions asked.” He says, his blood shot eyes boring into your face.

Your heart is starting to race, goosebumps covering the skin of your arms as the situation slowly starts to escalate. You’ve seen this desperate type of behavior before. Especially here. Especially now. The spice coming into town has corrupted many people here. The crime syndicates were always looking for better weapons. But they would only buy if the weapons were in working condition. Addicts would find these illegal rifles and bring them to you, desperate to have them fixed so they could go sell them to the syndicates. All to get their next week's fix of drugs. You feel for these people, you really do. This is a way of life for them. This is how they survive. You wish you could help, but you can’t put yourself under the radar of any crime syndicate.

“--’m sorry. I can’t. This rifle is banned by the New Republic.” You say softly, pushing the rifle back towards the man.

His breathing has increased; it’s loud and almost rabid now. He’s sweating and twitching. He stands there for a moment, staring at you. And without any notice, he violently slams both hands down on the table and shoves the rifle at you. It hits your lower stomach. Your heart drops into your belly.

“I don’t care if it’s fuckin’ banned by the New Republic. I need it fixed–” He says, leaning over the counter. His hot breath is fanning your face as he grunts. “ Now .”

He’s huffing heavily through his nostrils. Sweat is dripping down his cheeks and dropping on the weapon below him. His fingers are twitching on the wood countertop, and his eyes are wide. They’re bulging out of his head, red and bloodshot. The skin around his eyes is dark and almost hollow.

You let a soft, shaky breath escape your lips as you struggle to find the courage or words to confront him. And he doesn’t move, doesn’t give you a chance to respond. He just…waits.

You’ve experienced men like him before, but never this violent. Most men that came in here were trying to get a rise out of you. Always something to say. They always thought they could take advantage of you; overpower you. But you pride yourself on your courage and cunning. You never let them get to you.

This was different, though. This man is explosively violent and unstable.

He’s desperate . That scares you the most.

You struggle to find words as fear settles into your skin. Your hands drop below the counter to a shelf underneath. He doesn’t notice, as he has his eyes fixed on yours. Your nimble fingers begin to wrap themselves around an emergency blaster you have hung under the counter.

Finally, as your fingers secure defense, you muster the courage to speak.

“I can’t ,” You exhale slowly, finger tightening on the trigger of the blaster.

The man exhales hard, fingernails starting to scratch into the wood surface below his palms. He leans up slightly, letting his chest have room to inhale so he can speak.

“ You little bitch ,” He starts, but he’s cut off.

“Is there a problem here?” An unfamiliar voice rings in. It’s modulated, almost like it came from a droid.

It startles the both of you. In unison, the two of you shoot your heads in the direction of where the voice came from.

In the entrance of your shop stands another man, and your heart sinks even more.

He’s tall and covered in armor. The armor is all different colors, worn and damaged from much use it seems. He also has weapons brandished all over his body. He has brown boots on, strapped with bombs of all kinds. He has a dark brown flight suit underneath. Every important part of his body is covered by the worn armor.

When you get to his head, you immediately recognize what he is.

A Mandalorian. A distinct helmet.

He stands tall and confident. He has broad shoulders, and large arms.

Your fingers are still locked on the trigger of your blaster as you struggle to tear your eyes from the Mandalorian standing in your doorway.

The man in front of you grunts and shifts to stand up to his full height. He shuffles before turning back to look at you.

“I’m almost done with her,” he starts, before shooting around the left side of the counter at you. As he’s coming around, he’s speaking. “ You can have her when I’m done .” He growls out, sweaty and vicious hands grabbing for you as he breeches the left side of the counter. He’s moving so fast it’s hard for you to process. You don’t fully register what’s going on, not really. All you can see is his large, looming figure coming at you at lightspeed. All you can hear are the quick shuffling of his feet and he charges you.

Instinctually, you bring the blaster out from under the counter and point it towards him as he charges you.

But as soon as you brought the blaster out, the man was shot down. A red beam of plasma blasts past and so close to your head the wind gust from it causes your hair to fly up and over your head.

Not a sound comes from the man as he falls to the ground. He thuds loudly, loose limbs hitting the ground after his back. You’re still holding the blaster up in defense, almost like you’re stuck there. Your heart is racing out of your chest and your breathing is slightly elevated. It takes you a few seconds to fully register what just happened. You finally let your arms drop slowly.

You look down at the blaster in your hands, watching your trembling fingers grip the cold durasteel. Your skin is white from gripping the weapon so hard. Your head is dropped, preoccupied, as the Mandalorian slowly approaches the counter.

“Are you alright?” The man asks softly.

It startles you out of your stupor and you look up, seeing the Mandalorians’ hulking figure standing in front of you. He’s even bigger when he’s up close.

You softly set the blaster back in its place under the counter and look up at the Mandalorian.

“Yeah...” You mutter softly, confusion evident in your tone. You look down at the dead man on your floor. “ Maker. ..why would he just…?”

“Exactly why you think.” The Mandalorian speaks. His voice is deep and weathered through the vocoder.

You glance up at him, eyes searching the T-visor of his Beskar helmet.

“Apologies. I heard the whole thing.” He says.

You look from the Mandalorian in front of you, back to the body on your floor once again. You stare at it as you speak.

“Another victim of spice addiction.” You say softly, your tone caressed by a tinge of sadness.

The Mandalorian silently nods his head, his hands coming down to grip the buckle on his belt.

After a few moments, you can hear him shift, grabbing ahold of the Ion Disruptor on the counter. You turn to look back at him and watch as he examines the weapon with diligence. His helmet tilts with the weapon, and his gloved fingers glide delicately over the durasteel.

“Could I take this off your hands?” he asks after a few moments of examining the weapon.

“ Please take it.” You say, a soft smile on your cheeks.

His helmet turns to look over you for a few seconds, like he’s examining you now.

“How much?” He asks.

“It’s yours. No charge.” You say, letting your hands rest on the counter. Your blood is starting to cool, and you’re not trembling anymore.

He looks down at you again and nods, throwing the heavy weapon behind him to sit with some of his others. “Thank you.”

You can’t help the cheeky smile that crosses your face. Your cheeks start to burn. You shift to cross your arms over your chest. “Any particular reason you ventured into my shop, Mandalorian?”

He nods. “I could use your help repairing something.” He says, reaching into a bag on his side. He pulls out a hyperdrive ignition key and gently sets it on the table. He shifts his hips to lean on the other side. “Peli Motto told me you’re good with old ships.”

“Peli Motto? She sent you to me ?” You ask, astonished at the man's words as you lean down to get a better look at the hyperdrive part.

“Not a friend of yours?” He asks, watching you examine the part.

You huff. “Not exactly.” You say nonchalantly, sliding your fingers over the delicate part. “She couldn’t help you?”

“No. She said you’re pretty well versed with electrical failures. On older ships.”

You glance up at him for a moment and chuckle. “Interesting.”

“Don’t usually get referrals from her, I take it?”

“Never. She’s the reason I never have business, if I’m honest.” You say softly, leaning back up and putting your hands on your hips.

He cocks his head to the side gently and watches you.

His gaze is deep, and silent, as he watches you. You find yourself fidgeting with the hem on your hips.

“I..uh, can fix this. Easy. Shouldn’t take me more than an hour.”

He nods, and you take that as your que to get to work.

It takes you forty three minutes, actually. One of the quickest jobs you've had in a while. It was a relatively easy fix. The Mandalorian stood and watched you the entire time, intrigued by your knowledge of the machinery.

"Razor Crest, right?" You ask.

"Yes. How can you tell?"

"This hyperdrive ignition design was used on most pre-imperial ships. But, this one has a significant trait that ties it to the Razor Crest, and the Razor Crest alone ," you say, using a finger to draw him in close by pointing down at the part.

"This is air cooled. See the little chamber here?" You ask, pointing to a small, empty glass chamber in the middle of the device. "Like any other part on a ship, this can get hot. So it's got a pocket of air that feeds directly into the ignition pump, that sends fuel to the thrusters."

He watches you.

"The Razor Crest was the first and last ship ever to have a glass chamber for the hyperdrive ignitions. Afterwards, they were all Durasteel chambers. Easier, cheaper. The glass chambers had so many issues with cracking and leaks, that they immediately discontinued the design. And went for something more durable."

He watches as you slowly pull out the glass chamber and set it aside.

"We'll replace the glass with some durasteel, and you'll be all good to go." You say with a soft smile.

The Mandalorian stands over you, continuing to watch in silence as you make a small durasteel chamber by hand, and fit it to the hyperdrive ignition.

"You're very knowledgeable." He speaks, his voice low and scratchy.

You glance up at his visor for a moment and shoot him a quick smile before looking back down at your work.

"I'd hope so, otherwise I'm in the wrong profession."

A loud click indicates that the durasteel piece is back in place. You gently slide it towards him once you do your final examination.

"You're all set." You say with a smile, hands resting on the counter in front of you.

It's dark out now. A small bit of moonlight shining in through the holes in your makeshift roof. Fairy lights and small cantina lamps light the space around you, painting everything in a soothing orange hue.

The Mandalorian gently grabs the part from your counter and slips it into his satchel.

"What do I owe you?" He asks.

You think about it for a moment; hard. And then you glance over at the lifeless body of the attacker on your floor.

"Nothing." You say, still staring at the body.

He pauses, seemingly confused. "I don't understand."

"No charge today.” You say, looking back up at him and nodding towards the body–hinting.

He takes a deep breath in, this chest rising steadily as he shifts on his feet again.

You offer him another warm smile. “A token of my gratitude.”

His chest falls after a few moments and his helmet turns to look around your shop. He hadn’t had time to until now.

"Your kindness will not be forgotten." He speaks gently.

You smile. "Nor will yours, Mandalorian. Safe travels."

He stands there for a few moments longer than you anticipated, almost like he's thinking. Then he nods and turns to slowly make his way out of your shop.

You thought that would be the last time you saw him. You were wrong.

It was probably a month later when he came back.

It was another hot day. You chose to take the day off, this time. You sat in your bedroom which was closed off from the rest of the building by a large blanket hanging in the doorway. Your room looked like every other building on Tatooine. The walls were crafted of sandy colored pourstone, rounding at the top. A large window on the left lets in plenty of natural sunlight to illuminate the room. There’s just enough space for your bed. You keep a small, single person table and chair directly under the window, where you sit and eat your breakfast every morning.

You’re sitting under the window drinking some caf when you hear the door to your shop open. You stop what you’re doing and listen to see if the person approaches your counter. Heavy footsteps lead directly to the enclosed part of your shop. Quickly, you set your cup of caf down and shuffle to meet the customer out in the open area.

When you shove the blanket out of your way, you’re surprised to see the same Mandalorian from a month earlier standing in your workshop. His appearance is different though. Before, he only had the Beskar helmet. The rest of his armor was pretty old and worn. But today, he appears to you in nothing but pure Beskar armor. From head to toe. He looks clean, and well put together. Shiny.

You rub your hands together and smile softly as you approach him. His helmet follows you as you walk over on the other side of the counter.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here again.” You say softly.

The Mandalorian nods, his hands looped in the buckle of his belt like the last time you saw him.

"What brings you back, Mando?” You ask. The nickname slips, but it suits him.

“Are you looking for work?” He says, his voice smooth through the vocoder.

You tilt your head to the side a little, slightly confused. “Pardon?”

“I could use your help,” He starts, his hands coming up to rest on the counter top. “...maintaining my ship and…” he starts, but trails off and he reaches behind himself to shift his shoulder bag to the front. When he does, he lifts the cover to reveal something extraordinary to you. “..with this.”

He reveals a small, green baby. It’s wrinkled, and has pointed ears. Big brown eyes look up at you in wonder as your mouth gapes. It coos softly, tilting its head to one side as it observes you.

“ Stars ….what the hell is that?” You stutter over your words as you lean down to gently pull the baby from the satchel. It coos again, happily, as you pick it up.

“I've been bequested to bring him back to his kind.” Says the Mandalorian.

“H-how did this happen?” You ask, eyes focused on the little green baby in front of you as his claws grip your hands on either side.

“It’s a long story,” He starts, watching you observe the baby carefully. “I can’t watch him and I need to continue hunting to fund this quest,” He says softly.

You glance up at him for a moment. “And you…came to me? Why?”

“He needs supervision, I can’t leave him alone.” He swiftly bounces around the why part of your question.

You look from him, back down at the baby. The baby watches you with wide, curious brown hues. His mouth gapes open so show small, jagged teeth underneath. One of his hands comes up to touch your chin softly.

There's an odd feeling that comes over you when he makes those little noises. The way he seems to smile, and immediately warm up to you.

“I can pay you handsomely.” The Mandalorian speaks after a few minutes of silence.

You glance back up at Mando through your lashes, he’s closer now than he was before. You’re slowly cuddling the green child into your chest as he seems to settle right into your warmth. One arm is under his bottom, and the other is behind his back to hold him firm against you.

You start to say something, but no words come out. A breath of air sneaks through as you lock onto his T-visor.

You shake your head, looking back down at the child. “M-my shop? How will…? I can’t just leave..?” You mumble out.

“Peli agreed to look over it,” Mando says.

You look back up at him once again, softly rubbing your hand over the baby’s back.

“Peli ? Now I'm confused.”

“She proposed using it for storage.”

You click your tongue, looking down at the child as he lays comfortably against your chest. “Of course she did.”

“You’ll have plenty to keep you busy aside from the child. My ship is old,” He says, his tone softening. A gentle approach. “...it always needs work.”

You look up at Mando for what feels like the hundredth time. He stands tall over you, his broad shoulders blocking the sunlight behind him. His posture is serious; stern. This is important to him. You find your eyes needlessly searching for him under the T-visor, though you know you’d never find him.

“Okay…” You speak softly, just under your breath. Almost like you didn’t mean to say it.

“Yeah?” He asks, his shoulders slouching a bit; relaxing.

“Yeah, okay.” You say again, this time it was louder. Like you were reaffirming it. Like you needed to hear your own voice to register you had just agreed. The baby in your arms coos softly in your warmth.

The Mandalorian nods, clearing his throat softly. “Thank you.”

Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was nervous. You tell by the softness in his tone; a stark difference from what you had heard before. He was out of his comfort zone here, dealing with a child. You understood why he came to you now. He was familiar with you, and trusted you wouldn’t turn him down. He just needs help and guidance in this uncertain time for him.

“I’ll go grab a bag.” You say softly, looking down at the baby in your arms.

As you walk through the blanket that covers your private quarters, Mando can hear you whispering to the child in your arms. “ Wanna come with me, sweet boy? ” Your tone is soft and motherly, unlike what he had heard when you were dealing with that spice addict a month ago.

When he saw the look in your eyes at the sight of the child, he knew he had made the right decision coming to you.

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Chapter theme: With Love From - Aly & AJ

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Woooooo!!!! Some more koopa doodles🤩✨✨

Whipped up some doodles between today and yesterday!! Been wanting to draw Lemmy for a hot minute and finally brought him to life in my sketchbook😊 Every time I doodle i just NEED to draw Ludwig though, it’s like second nature now as he is my fave koopaling😝 (i was supposed to draw Wendy, sorry girl!!! i’ll draw you next, I promise!!!🎀💖✨) …

Might possibly add more details to both of them (and definitely considering giving Luddy some color hehe), we’ll see how it fairs out😄 if I do end up improving on them, i’ll post the updated versions with my next Wendy doodles🤩

I’m so happy when I doodle le koopaz, it brings me so much joy and a sense of calm.🙂 anyway thx for coming to my ted talk😆 and I wish a Happy Monday to you all!!! 💛🧡💙💖💖✨✨

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Updates!

Everyone (who doesn’t have an open box) should have tracking numbers by Monday! Majority will get theirs this weekend but they’ll all be dropped off at the post office on Monday.

I’ve had a few people ask if the sale went well enough for us to stay open - this is definitely a good start! I was able to catch up on all the fees/taxes we were behind on, thank goodness. Now we just need to keep things steady for the normal expenses 🙏💞

We seriously thank you all so much for the support, I can’t wait to release my jewelry collection next!

Also as a big thank you, I’ll be posting a giveaway here on tumblr this weekend 😊

Now, some other things - I’m still going to try to expend the shop with different kinds of offerings as well as complete my Patreon soon, just to make available more ways that you can support us that might work better for you.

More info on everything soon, but I just wanted to make sure I took the time to update you and say thank you so much!

Also, I mentioned before, it’s my goal to have one crystal sale like that per month, and I especially love having themed sales. If you have a request or idea for a theme I should choose for the next sale, let me know! 💞 I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

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In the Heat of the Moment | Part 5

Word Count: 6.3K

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader, mentioned Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Story Description: Every month female Omatikayans go through their heat whilst men go through their rut. It’s a time for mates to engage in the most animalistic desires. But when one of the two is gone, it can be a rather painstaking endeavor. With Neteyam gone on a hunting trip, (Y/N) has to go through her heat alone for the first time. Or does she?

Warnings: SMUT (+18, minors DNI), infidelity, p in v sex, oral (fem receiving), very vanilla sex

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In the Heat of the Moment | Part 5

It felt strange waking up to an empty bed – cold and foreign. (Y/N) stretched her limbs as far as she could, shaking away the soreness that had built up in her body. Though strange now, she was comfortable. Sprawled on the mattress, relishing after a night of intense pleasure and a very long sleep.

By the time her eyes fluttered open, she could tell it was already well past midday, already nearing the dark evening. Chatter was lively all around the village, loud enough she could hear the mumbles from her nest. The sun still warmed the air and the wind whistled softly, making the leaves on the branches rustle in its way.

For a moment everything felt normal. For just a moment, the weight of her actions had not fallen upon her shoulders. She felt like could breathe, content with all the decisions she had taken in her husband’s absence. Maybe, just maybe she had finally come to terms with what her body wanted.

But it was only for a moment.

As slumber left her body and her mind became awake, everything dawned on her suddenly. Those past four days, the next three days, Neteyam, Neytiri, the Sully family, and Jake… Goddess, Jake. The man that in so little time had taught her so much. About herself, her body, her needs, and desires, about what she had and what she was lacking.

(Y/N) knew just how messed up the whole situation was. How sleeping with Jake had set off a domino effect and they yet had a way to know the full consequences of their actions. What they had done, and consciously kept doing, would not only break apart two families, but it would also destroy a whole tribe.

She kept telling herself it wasn’t love though, it was merely sex. An entanglement of carnal desire brought on by the absence of her mate. She has gone momentarily insane, crazed by the needs of her body rather than listening to the rational thought firing in her brain. Her arousal had clouded her head, she told herself. She was still in heat and that natural response was what was guiding her actions.

The girl was sure that’s how Jake saw this as well. An exchange of bodies playing the most instinctual game in the animal kingdom. Sex and pleasure, animalistic instincts, and pure arousal were their gasoline. The never-ending fuel of the fire that had ignited inside them.

What she had missed was the glimmer in his eyes as he stared into hers; the way his ears flickered at the sound of her laugh; the warmth that painted his cheeks at the mention of her name; the quick breaths that overtook his lungs whenever she was near. She had missed every single second Jake had spent trying to forget that she belonged to another man and that he belonged to another woman.

Her head was too clustered with a conflicting dilemma. If what she was doing was so wrong, how could it make her feel that good? How was it that Jake could know everything (Y/N) needed, every part of her body that craved touch? How could he do in a couple of days what her own husband had yet to learn?

Every thought flooded her at once. Every decision, every touch, every taste, every single moment that had transpired. It made her heart race and her heart tighten. She felt herself torn between what her body wanted, what her heart wanted, and what her brain wanted. It was confusing and overwhelming, but she still couldn’t help but see it all through.

(Y/N) wasn’t alone with her thoughts for too long. Outside her tent, a little voice peeped and called out her name.

“Are you awake now, (Y/N)?” Tuk called for her. “I’m here to finish your hair!”

“Sure thing, Tuk Tuk,” the girl responded, scrambling to hide the stained sheets she lay on. “Give me just a sec.”

She dressed quickly and clothed the mattress to make sure nothing seemed out of place. If there was anything she truly did not want, it was to arise the suspicion of his family. Once she noted everything was normal, she let Tuk and Kiri through.

“Morning, guys,” she breathed with a smile. “Thought I would meet you guys at your nest.”

“Well, you almost slept through the day!”

“Dad told us you’d probably sleep in today, so we decided to meet you here. We came earlier but you were still asleep and we let you be,” Kiri explained, placing a hand over her sister’s mouth in an effort to quiet her before she gave (Y/N) an apologetic smile. “This week has probably been exhausting for you.”

“You have no idea,” she chuckled. “But I’m glad you guys are here.”

She settled on the ground as Tuk took a seat on her bed behind her. A breath hitched in (Y/N)’s throat as the child sat on the very spot she had been with her father. It made her body fill with warmth and had her squirming, something she hoped the girls could not see.

But soon enough she got lost in the feeling of the girls doing her hair. They undid the braids that held her hair together, running their fingers through the strands to loosen them up. The dark locks fell down her shoulders in soft curls, flowing down past her shoulder blades. She was engrossed in the way they brushed her hair and took their time trying different hairstyles until they settled on the perfect one.

“Oh, (Y/N), did your necklace break yesterday?” Kiri’s voice seeped through her calm trance and broke her focus. “What happened to it?”

(Y/N)’s eyes snapped open to see her friend handing her three beads of the necklace her father had snapped the night before. Flashes of what had happened in that very room crowded her head, building a fire in her body as it remembered Jake taking her on the mattress. Her body tensed as she looked at the colorful spheres on her hand. She had completely forgotten that Jake had ripped it off her body and the pieces had flown everywhere.

“Oh, I was really tired last night and accidentally pulled it as I undressed,” she scrambled for an answer. “Completely forgot about it.”

“Want me to make you a new one?”

“That’d be great, Kiri. You know I love every piece you make.”

“Alright,” she beamed. “I think I’ll be done by the time Neteyam comes home. Maybe even by tomorrow.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Now you can surprise him with a new hairstyle and a new necklace,” Tuk squealed. “I am done!”

“Oh, it looks beautiful, (Y/N),” Kiri boasted. “I am sure Neteyam will love it.”

She stared at her hair in the mirror she had been gifted by Norm. Tuk had done the top half of her hair with two thick braids that met at the back, the feathers pinned where the locks met. She’d left some curls framing her face and ears, the rest cascading down her back. It looked effortless and hard work all at once. The red and yellow feathers popped against the darkness of her hair, the perfect accessory to the beautiful hairstyle.

“Thank you, Tuk,” the girl smiled. “You’ve always been the best hairdresser. I love it.”

“Maybe that should be my job at the village,” Tuk giggled. “I’ll do everyone’s hair!”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Now all you have to do is keep your hair intact until Neteyam comes back,” Kiri chuckled. “Think you can manage that?”

“I sure will try.”

“I don’t mind redoing your hair, (Y/N)!”

“Thanks, Tuk.”

After the girls left, (Y/N) couldn’t do more than sit in front of the mirror and stare at her reflection. The Sully girls had done up her hair in anticipation of her husband’s arrival, and the first man that would be able to see her would be their father.

“Oh, Eywa,” she sighed to her own reflection. “What am I doing?”

Her stomach churned as her mind flustered with the juxtaposition that had become her life. She wanted to be loyal to Neteyam, but she couldn’t help the fire that burned deep inside her for Jake. She wanted to be the perfect wife everyone thought her to be, the perfect cure tsahik everyone expected her to be, simply perfect. She wanted to remain the same (Y/N) that had been shaped to lead alongside her husband.

But she was flawed. And the wanton corporal need that crept from the pit of her stomach had become unavoidable at that point. Her body craved Jake’s touch whilst her heart called to Neteyam. The older man had left an indelible mark on her skin, and her husband had left one in her heart.

She needed guidance. She needed the whispers of the earth to give her the answers she was shouting into the void. She needed a sign.

Before she could process what she was doing, (Y/N)’s legs were moving. She left her nest and started her journey. Her pace was slow as she passed people in the village, smiling and waving in acknowledgment. She did not want to create any concern in her fellow tribe members that would cause them to follow her. She wanted — needed to be alone.

As soon as she left camp and was out of anyone’s sight, her feet took off running. It was aimless at first. Needing any possible distance between her and everything that happened back home. She needed an escape, a moment of solace with her thoughts, a moment to breathe.

Still, she knew the path she was taking like the back of her hand. Every step she took only brought her closer to the only place she could get what she was yearning for. The only place where she could whisper into the air and she would get an answer.

It wasn’t long before she was basking in the bright lights of the tree of souls. Just the sight of it had a wave of calm wash over her. She ran her hands through the lit-up tendrils of the tree, staring in awe at how they shone brighter at her touch. It was an unexplainable feeling to stand under the tree that housed all of her ancestors. The same tree that had seen her birth, her passage to adulthood, her union to Neteyam.

Under that very tree, that stood tall and firm, her whole life had passed before her. Every monumental step in her life had been witnessed by those that came before her. And it was the only place she could look for answers without feeling the judgment of the living.

She found a spot, deep inside the tree, and sat on the ground. She took hold of a bioluminescent strand and ran it through her hand as she used another hand to grab hold of her queue, ready to make tsaheylu with the willow.

A breath hitched in her throat as she finally allowed the bond to take place. Her pupils dilated and her ears were inundated with the whispers of souls. They welcomed her into their embrace, speaking words of encouragement and peace.

“Mother Goddess,” (Y/N) sobbed. She had no idea when she had started crying, but she felt the warm rush of her tears sliding down her cheeks. “I am here in need of your guidance. I know the vows I made in front of you and my ancestors, and I tried my hardest to uphold them. To this day, I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know what is still coming over me.

As much as I want to remain faithful, to wait for my husband to come home and live as mates, but I have this thing burning inside of me and it calls to Jake Sully, Great Mother.

I know the tragedy that will fall upon us if this is ever found out. Jake will no longer be Olo’eyktan, they’ll exile us, and both Neytiri and Neteyam will be cursed to go on without their mates. It will be devastation like no other. And we would have to live with the shame of what has been done.”

Air got caught in her throat as she cried. It was one thing to think all of this in her head, but hearing herself speak out loud shook her. It was real, all of it was real. The infidelity, the lies, the temptations, the wants, the needs. Everything was far too real.

She let out a loud shriek, clutching at her heart. The pain was too overwhelming to hold inside. The last thing she wanted was to hurt the people she loved. Yet, her actions had been selfish and fueled by split-second decisions.

“Ma Eywa, rutxe,” she wailed. “Tell me what I should do. Give me a sign of how I can go on, Great Mother. I know what I’ve done is unforgivable, and whatever punishment I receive would never compare to what I already feel. But I do not want to break that family. Sullys stick together, and that’s the way it should remain. I am only a Sully by marriage, they are blood. At the end of the day, blood weighs more than water.

So, I am on my knees begging. Tell me what to do. Just give me a sign, Great Mother.”

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Jake had found it hard to stay away that day. He had found it hard to leave her the night before. But he had to care for his family, and Tuk needed him.

He tried to make his escape once his daughter seemed to settle. But every time he would move to make a run for it, the child would stir and he’d fall back in place.

That night he dreamt of her. He dreamt of her skin, her lips, her warmth, her scent. Every single one of his senses had been overtaken by (Y/N). Everything but his touch. Because as much as he yearned to be by her side, she was simply not his.

The moment he woke up, the first thing he wanted to do was run to her. But his duties had taken hold of him before he could fulfill his wishes. He did everything he had to do to the best of his abilities, the image of (Y/N) sewn into his brain.

Jake would find himself getting lost in thought from time to time, being brought back many times by the people around him. He was distracted and restless, hoping that the more he stared at the sky, the faster the day would move.

He saw his daughters saunter over to (Y/N)’s tent as the sun started to set on the horizon, taking everything in him not to join them. Even if he had to sit in a corner and be ignored, he simply wanted to be in her presence. He wanted to be close enough to hear her laugh, to feel her warmth, just close enough to be able to touch her. It wouldn’t have been much, but just enough.

Still, his responsibilities had to be prioritized. As much as he wanted to throw all caution to the wind and act as overzealous as he had been in his 20s, he was the Olo’eyktan of the clan. His job was too important to ignore and it was his obligation to watch over the tribe. (Y/N) would just have to wait.

Soon enough, he’d be done, and all the time he had left would be his.

“Kiri, sweetheart, wait up,” he called to his oldest daughter. The day was close to reaching its end, one of his last opportunities to be with (Y/N) slipping away. “By any chance, do you know where (Y/N) is? She’s not in her nest.”

“Well, I’m not sure,” she responded. “Last time I saw her was inside her nest, but maybe Lo’ak saw her after. I know she was walking around.”

“Alright, thanks, sweetie. Go ahead and set up for dinner without me. I still have some loose ends to tie up.”

“Sure, dad.”

Jake set up running looking for his youngest son which proved to be harder than he could have imagined. His son had a proclivity to be in places he shouldn’t have been, in moments he shouldn’t have been. And right there and then, he needed Lo’ak to magically appear.

He moved from corner to corner in the village, asking whoever he could if they had seen his son. Being met with the same answer was frustrating and irritating. His hours were counted and time kept trickling down without any regard for what he wanted.

“Lo’ak!” Jake finally found his son, dismounting his ikran. Normally, he would have scolded the boy, settling into one of his overdone lectures. But there was no time for that. “Kiri told me you may have seen (Y/N). Do you know where she is?”

“Uh, last I saw her she was on her way to the Tree of Souls,” Lo’ak answered. He was surprised at his father’s words. He expected the usual reprimand for flying his ikran right before daybreak. Yet, it never came. “Haven’t seen her since.”

“Alright, thanks, son,” he said. “We’ll talk about this when I get back.”

“Shit,” the boy mumbled as his father’s figure disappeared into the trees.

As soon as he knew no one could see him, Jake took off running. His steps lit up the trail behind him as he sped toward the grand willow tree. All he wanted to do was as much time with her as possible, and the day was almost over.

What he had not expected was the scene he ran into. (Y/N) was on her knees, her queue connected to a tendril of the tree as she sobbed. But what truly broke his heart was what she said.

So, I am on my knees begging. Tell me what to do. Just give me a sign, Great Mother.”

He felt as though someone had gotten their grip around his heart and were trying to rip it out of his chest. She looked so frail and defeated. Her whole body was shaking as tears fell from her eyes, staining her cheeks. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and take her pain away.

Jake took tentative steps toward her, careful to not startle the girl. He stepped over roots and walked through vines to reach her. The only thing on his mind was how he could comfort her, and let her know she was not alone.

But his presence was instantly noticed. (Y/N)’s head snapped toward the sound of his steps, her teary eyes falling onto his. Her whole body slumped as he neared her, the weight of her emotions taking a toll on her body.

“Come here, little one,” he whispered once he was close enough to her. Jake knelt beside her, wrapping his arms tightly around her form. She pressed her head against his chest, allowing herself to come undone in his embrace. “Tell me what’s troubling you.”

“I… I… I can’t.”

“I think I can guess. I heard what you said.” His voice broke as he spoke, her sadness spilling over to him. “I thought we weren’t going to burden ourselves with this until tomorrow, (Y/N). What happened?”

“I just… I just don’t know how I could ever move forward, Jake. How will I look into Neteyam’s eyes knowing what I’ve done? Knowing how I’ve felt?”

“Why do you keep talking as if you’re the only one that’s done something wrong?”

“Because I did,” she sobbed. (Y/N) lifted her head from his chest, her glazed yellow eyes boring into him. “I was unfaithful and disloyal to Neteyam and I came between you and your family. I did that, Jake. What runs through your veins will always unite you – as it should be. My space in the family is the only one that’s replaceable.”

Jake’s heart sank as she spoke. Her pain and hurt were overwhelming, a choking wave of powerful emotions. The worst part was that she was the one feeling them. He wanted to be able to carry all that guilt and all that turmoil that she held inside her, to unburden her of the weight of their choices and carry it on his shoulders by himself.

“I hope you know just how wrong you are,” he comforted. His hand raised to her cheeks, trying to wipe away the streams that stained her beautiful cheeks, before falling to take her hands in his. “You are as much a Sully as my children. You are a quintessential part of this family, and none of us would be the same without you. We didn’t know what our family was missing until you came along. I didn’t know there was something missing from my life until you came along.

If you are looking for a sign, baby girl, this is it. What happened this week was meant to happen, because our Great Mother would have not allowed it had it not been fate.

It is no secret that this will end in two days, but it doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the rest of our time together. Whether we can do it again after, I cannot say. But the future is everchanging. All we can do is focus on the now. Can you do that, little one? Focus on this moment without worrying about what the future holds?”

(Y/N) felt the air thicken around her, her lungs struggling to take a breath. Could she do that? Could she disregard any future consequences for a fleeting moment of pleasure? Could she go on the rest of her life harboring such a damaging secret?

All it took was a look into his eyes, the touch of his hands, and the warmth of his body pressed to hers, for her to answer, “Yes.”

His hands rose once more, gently cupping her face as he moved her face to meet his. He placed a gentle kiss upon her lips, a feeling of deja vu taking over him. He was letting his emotions guide his actions just like he had done over 18 years before. Under the same purple-blue light from a similar tree, he had made a choice before Eywa to mate for life with one woman. And under the same eye of the ancestors who had bore witness to monumental events in his life, he was throwing caution to the wind.

That night would be different from the two before. Instead of giving in to his animalistic urges, Jake wanted to show her another side of him that she had yet to see. He wanted to show her the gentle and nurturing version of what they were doing. He didn’t just want to fuck her, he wanted to make love to her.

His movements were tender and calculated. He didn’t want to rush the moment. He wanted her to feel cared for and satisfied. He wanted her to walk away from that night knowing she was loved and important, that she was a valuable person to him and to his family, and that no matter what they would always have those shared moments.

“You matter, sweetheart,” he smiled at her. “You matter to me; you matter to this family; you matter to our clan. There is no us without you. You, my darling, have always been inevitable.”

A smile spread across both their faces before their lips met in another gentle kiss. This one, though, was filled with passion and want. It spoke what neither had been able to voice to the other, holding in its grasp every emotion and sentiment they shared.

Although, it didn’t take long for it to turn steamy as they grew hungrier for each other. His hands landed on her hips, pulling her body closer to his as she straddled his lap. He wanted to feel as close to her as possible. He wanted her to know just how much he wanted to be close to her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands clutching at the hair on his nape. She pulled softly as she normally did, earning a groan from Jake and a quick rutt of his hips. But he broke the kiss quickly after.

“Is something wrong?”

“I want tonight to be different,” he breathed, placing his forehead against hers. “I want to take it slow. I want to worship you and your body in the way you deserve. I want to give you a moment that you will never forget.”

Sharing a gaze, he undid her necklace, exposing her breasts completely. Afterward, he untied her loincloth, carefully placing it with her top cover. Under the lights of the Tree of Souls, her bare body looked ethereal, unlike anything he’d seen before. Unlike anyone he’d seen before.

As he kissed her again, he placed a hand on the back of her neck, guiding her body to lay flat on the ground. He towered over her, his lips roaming her face, mapping every line and dot on her skin. He kissed her temple, her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, her lips… every single part of her face was met with his pink lips.

His head dipped, traveling from her face down to her jaw and settling on her neck. Jake kissed and nipped at her skin, knowing which spots would have her back arching and her throat moaning. He paid close attention to her reactions. The way she would suck in a breath when he softly sunk his canines into her skin, the trembling groan she released when he ran his tongue flat on the same spot, the whines that left her mouth when he came up for air.

Jake moved further, his path marked with wet kisses, until he landed on her breasts. Her skin erupted in shivers at his touch, as if it had been the first time she’d felt the warmth of his mouth on her. His lips wrapped around the stiffened peak, his tongue stimulating her to no avail. Soon after, his hand joined him in paying attention to her other mound, wanting nothing more than to have two mouths to give both breasts the care they deserved. But splitting his focus would have to do.

Her body squirmed at the feeling. Something about being completely out in the open as he gingerly kissed her body grew her arousal to unsurmountable amounts. She felt as sensitive as the first time she had ever had intercourse. (Y/N) never thought she would ever feel that way once more. So giddy with excitement and anticipation as the door to a whole new experience opened.

“I need you, Jake,” she breathlessly purred out. “My body needs you.”

With a hearty chuckle, he released her breasts, trailing over her stomach and down between her legs. He kissed her thighs, moving slowly upward until he settled centimeters away from her arousal. She glistened under the bright light, a testament to just how excited she was.

“Goddess, you’re simply breathtaking,” he said right before giving her what she wanted.

He attached his mouth to her core like a man starving. His tongue lapped at her bundle of nerves, attacking her with the utmost calculating force. That night would be all about her. About showing her everything she deserved to feel and how she deserved to be treated.

He used his tongue expertly, circling and flicking the little mound that would trigger her climax. At the same time, he hollowed his cheeks, sucking incessantly to edge her on. He was moved by the sounds that rolled out of her mouth. It was the most beautiful song he’d bore witness to.

“Oh, my Eywa,” she mewled. “I’m close. I’m so fucking close!”

“Then do it, sevin. Cum for me.”

(Y/N) wrapped her fingers into Jake’s hair, pushing his head deeper into her. The sensitivity of her body was astronomical and she could feel her peak gripping at her insides faster than ever before. But when Jake suddenly added two digits into her entrance, she couldn’t help the instinctual clenching of her walls.

He pumped into her as fast as his tongue moved over the aching bud, the tips curling slightly to stimulate her from the inside. He wanted her to burst. He wanted to build that bubble inside her until it finally popped. He wanted her to scream his name, to writhe under his touch, to remember that no one would ever make her feel like he could.

It didn’t take long for the ecstasy to flood her body. As she felt herself explode in pleasure, her back arched off the ground, Jake’s tongue and fingers still working her as she felt the sensations of her climax ransack through her body.

Once her body calmed, the man made the journey back up her body, leaving more wet kisses on the expanse of her skin. He found her mouth once more, savoring her and the moment. Still, everything felt like it was fleeting quickly. That time was slipping away from them and in a split second they would lose everything they had.

“I need you, Jake,” she whispered into his flickering ear. “I need to feel you inside me.”

“Your wish is my command, sevin,” he smiled, sitting up. “Come here.”

He pulled her body up, moving her onto his lap. He wanted to see her, stare into her eyes as they engaged in one of their last moments together. He ran his fingers across her face, tracing and mapping every inch of skin. He trailed over her features before his hand landed on her jaw, his thumb caressing the plump blue skin of her lips.

“You truly are the most beautiful creature I’ve laid eyes on,” he sighed, too enthralled in the moment to realize the weight of his words. “I just wish…”

“Don’t,” she stopped him, placing a single finger on his lips. “Don’t wish. We don’t get to wish, just live in the moment.”

“I can’t help myself, (Y/N). I can’t help what I need, what I’m feeling.” His gaze bore into hers, searching for any sort of reciprocity on her part. “I can’t help but wish we had more time, wish we’d been born in different times, wish it was just you and me.”

“Jake…”

“I know… I know. I just needed to say it at least once. Because if I had to go the rest of my life without saying it, I was going to burst.”

(Y/N) didn’t know what to say, the words seemingly stuck in her throat. Instead, she responded with a soft and passionate kiss, hoping it was sufficient enough to calm his fears. It wasn’t hard to tell that the emotions they shared were heightened in the man, that he felt a connection that was more than just physical. She was confused and reeling, and nothing he said was helping her. Yet, she couldn’t find the strength to end things.

Rather, she unfastened his loincloth, baring him as much as she was. She grabbed his length, lining the tip with her entrance. She connected their lips right as she sank down, the sudden stretch taking all the breath from her lungs. (Y/N) steadied herself by wrapping her arms around his neck, allowing her body to grow used to the feeling of having him inside her.

It took them a second to start moving. They were overstimulated and overwhelmed. By the moment, by the feeling, by their emotions. It was everything and nothing all crashing down on them. This was it, the point of no return. Jake had said what had been weighing in his heart out loud and he was not planning to take it back, not even if she didn’t feel the same.

Suddenly, she started to move. Their position not giving them leeway for much more. And for the first time in three nights, she felt different. Her heart felt warm and calm. Could this be the sign she had been pleading for? Had Eywa heard her cries and was telling her everything would be alright?

(Y/N) bounced slowly on his lap, her hips gyrating softly. Although they were restricted by the position and the area, he was reaching deeper than he’d ever done before. She felt full and stretched, and she knew that she would not last very long. Not that night, not after everything they had done.

With his limited mobility, Jake tried his best to meet her jumps, his thrusts meeting her pace perfectly. Much like her, he was already on the edge. Spending all the with (Y/N) on his mind had built up enough desire and arousal to have him spilling with a simple kiss. Whether it was the novelty of their meeting or whatever it was he was feeling, he felt like an overeager boy. His experience and resistance went out of the window.

They were both holding on, trying their best to stretch the moment as far as they could. To live in the feeling as much as their bodies allowed them to. But it would prove they were weaker than their desires.

“(Y/N), I see y…”

She was quick to cut him off with a kiss. “Not those words,” she pleaded. “Please, don’t say those words. Not here.”

“Then, I yearn for you,” he proposed. “If I cannot say those words, then I’ll give us our own. I yearn for you, (Y/N).”

“I yearn for you too, Jake,” she whispered. “I yearn for you.”

A couple of skillful thrusts and they were both bursting, their essences mixing inside of her. Her walls clenched around him, emptying him of every drop of seed from inside him. (Y/N)’s head fell to the crook of his neck, her chest heaving and her body trembling in pleasure and exhaustion. She clenched her arms tighter around his neck, the only thing keeping her grounded being his scent.

There was a haziness in her brain as she came down from her culmination. The satisfaction that Jake had been able to provide her in such little time was intoxicating and addicting. (Y/N) had no recollection of how her body reacted before she had been with him and was scared of how she would feel after. Her body still called for him even if her heart did not.

Yet, it was earth-shattering and earth-binding all enveloped into one for Jake. A feeling that overtook all of his senses – mind, body, and soul. Under the tree that had seen his soul transfer, that had seen all of his children born, that had been witness to every moment that made him a Na’vi, he’d shown that maybe there was someone else that could complete him. What he felt was always missing from his life – from his heart – was her.

“Come here, sevin,” he told her as he led her between his legs. Her back was flush against his chest as his arms snaked to her front in a comforting embrace. “Do you think you have another one in you?”

“I could,” she grinned, though her eyes were already closing in tiredness. “But just one more.”

“Wouldn’t ask for anything more,” he chuckled. “Now, hold on.”

He freed one of his hands and slithered it down to her wetness. Gathering some of their mixed releases, he caressed her swollen clit. He wanted to push her just over the edge, give her body just a bit more than it could handle.

He circled and pinched the bud, varying his speeds as he paid attention to her breathing. He gawked at the way her chest would rise and fall in tandem with the movement of his fingers, her moans spilling every couple of breaths.

There was no chance for her to hold out for too long. Her body still reeling from their moment together, she was sensitive and frail. She could already feel the next ripple threatening to run through her body. And once Jake added his lips to her neck, (Y/N) knew she could not hold back anymore.

“I know you’re trying to hold it, baby girl,” he whispered against her ear. “Cum for me, sevin. Let go.”

And she did. She allowed her orgasm to plunder her body, letting the weight of her body rest completely against his. He snaked a hand under her chin and turned her head until he could give her a tender kiss, his other hand brushing away the hairs that had stuck to her face.

Under the light of the willow tree, the shine of their ancestors, he had given proof of what he felt. One of the last times he would ever be able to do so. Two days were all that was left until the fantasy would shatter. Two more days and he would have to repress the way his heart had changed rhythm.

But as he stared at her sleeping face, her eyelids fluttering as slumber overtook her, he allowed himself to live in the delusion. Whatever happened after the next night, would be out of his hands. For now, she was in his arms. For that split second, she was his.

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A/N: well, surprise! there's another part coming. As I did a part breakdown, I noticed I could not fit the story into five parts. But I would love to know y'all's theories on how this will all end🫣 Also, look at Jake falling for reader even though she's only in it for the physical satisfaction... 😈

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