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#a wave that stays strong (ray)
therippingtides · 10 months
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@xynchronicity // From HERE
Ray sighed as he let himself be held by Gabriel, arms wrapped lovingly around the older man, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw.
“I know...and I appreciate that you’re so protective of me.” He hummed, thumb caressing Gabriel’s cheek. “They can say what they want about you and me. I’m never going to stop loving you~“ He glanced back at the offending party, who had long since walked off after being intimidated by Gabriel’s harsh glare.
“They’re just...ignorant.” Ray huffed, pulling himself closer to Gabriel, as if to guard the man he loved.
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fleur-bbyy · 1 year
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MOTH TO A FLAME
✰summary: kiri is staying at bakugo and his girlfriend’s house when he catches them having sex through the crack of their bedroom door. kiri discovers he’s into voyeurism.
✰ warnings: all characters aged up 21+, SEX (minors and ageless blogs dni!!!!), non-con voyeurism (is that a thing?), kink-discoveryish?, spitting, some degrading, creampie, female reader, oral (f receiving), bi panic for kiri, squirting, bkg is bigger than reader, belly bulge
✰wc: 2.5k
heavily inspired by “private affairs” by @lady-lauren (amazing writer and very kind person!!) might continue this, who knows!!
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he knows he shouldn’t be watching.
he’s a guest in his best friend’s house. graciously being able to stay in the guest room while his house is being fumigated. they’ve been nothing but accommodating. feeding him, insisting he not do any household chores, ensuring his comfort during his stay in the house.
how does he repay this kindness?
by watching his bakugo and his loving girlfriend go at it in their bedroom.
eijiro didn’t do it on purpose. he’d never go out of his way to watch his closest friend get to know his girl in the biblical sense. he was simply just trying to go get a glass of water from the kitchen, having to pass their room to do so. he kept his steps quiet, practically tip-toeing down the hall to not wake them if they were asleep. kirishima noticed the door was slightly cracked open as he was about to descend the stairs, but stopped mid-step when he heard the first noise.
he turned his head to look into the room when he heard the slight moans and whimpers that escaped through the crack of the door. it wasn’t opened enough to see everything, but he did see the way your legs were spread and glistened with a light sheen of sweat. your breast were bare, exposed to the gentle glow of the light you always kept on. your head thrown back as more of those sweet moans left your lips. he then noticed the large, calloused hands holding a grip hard enough to bruise on the plush skin of your thighs. strong arms wrapped around them to hold you in place. the blond was between your legs eating you like a man starved and covering your most private of areas with his head. the sight was enough to bring his dick to life and for him to drop his knees to the hardwoods with a soft thud. he hid in the shadows and mentally thanking whatever force compelled them to not fully shut their door.
“fuck kats. i’ve missed you so much. i need you.”
eijiro admired the way you sounded when you were overtaken to the waves of pleasure your boyfriend was drowning you in. he’d never admit it out loud, but he’d always thought you to be beautiful. always gentle, like a ray of sunshine that had fallen to the earth. i’m some ways, you were just like him. a stark contrast to katsuki, eijiro’s other schoolboy crush.
he let his mind drift to wonder about how you’d would taste on his tongue. you’d probably be the sweetest he’s ever had and he’d drink it up with fervor until you’d beg him to stop. he also wonders what’d it be like to have katsuki’s tongue running along the veins of his thick shaft. he accidentally lets a small moan slip, thankfully, it was covered by an even louder one from you as you released on katsuki’s face. thighs clenching and your manicured fingers digging into his blond hair. your hair swished as you threw your head back against the bed in pleasure, mouth forming the classic ‘o’ shape.
he decided to forego the glass of water when katsuki removed his mouth from your pussy to remove his cock from the grey sweats that hung lowly on his hips. he was built beautifully. rippling muscles that covered his entire body and a beautiful adonis belt that led straight to his dick. eijiro wondered if it was weird to call a dick pretty, but it was the only word that could describe katsuki. long and thick, but not as thick as the redhead that was spying in. a beautiful blue vein running along the erect shaft and his tip was a perfect shade of pink.
he pumped himself a few times to prepare to take you. eijiro doing the same. preparing to watch the love-making and passion between two very attractive individuals. just touching himself lightly enough to relieve the ache. ghosting his large fingers over the head and smearing some of his own pre down the length.
he knows it’s wrong
he knows he shouldn’t do it.
but he was too far gone to stop.
he was drawn to the scene unfolding before him like a moth to a flame. watching and admiring bakugo’s cock intently as he toyed with your entrance. rubbing the head up and down your wet slit until you were practically in tears begging him to push in. a loud moan leaving you when he finally does push all the way in. katsuki having to clamp his hand down on your mouth to try and keep you quiet as he began to rut into you. his hands gripping the curve where your waist and hips meet and low groans of his own escaping his mouth.
kirishima kept up with bakugo’s pace. fisting his cock to the rhythm he created as his hips snapped against yours. eijiro wished it was his name rolling off your pink tongue as he fucked you. watching your tits bounce with every thrust given and wishing his could just reach out and touch you.
he also wished to be under katsuki. he wanted to be the person katsuki was sweetly praising and hatefully degrading. wanted to know what it felt like when he wrapped a thick hand around his throat like bakugo had just done to you.
“‘m so fuckin’ addicted to you. pussy’s a drug, baby.”
he shuddered at the sound of katsuki’s voice. stern tone lacing the words that left his lips and made kirishima wish he was on his knees before him. his cock practically jumped in his hand every time bakugo spoke filth down to you.
“‘m gonna fuck you into the shape of my cock.”
“you’re just a desperate fucking slut, so greedy f’me.”
“roll those fuckin’ hips on me, princess.”
having to choke back his own whimpers to remain unnoticed. eijiro relished at the hot tears that ran down your cheeks that katsuki had so kindly wiped away for you before harshly tapping your cheek.
“open up, baby.” you obeyed his every command as a string on spit fell from his tongue and into your mouth. swallowing it without much of a second thought. eijiro’s eyes rolled back as he continued to beat his cock to the sliver of a view he had of the pair of you.
you whined when katsuki abruptly pulled out. he flipped you over and bent you over your shared bed before burying himself back in your wet heat.
“‘s too much baby!” you whined as he pistoned his hips into you at a faster, rougher pace.
“shut the fuck up and take this cock.”
eijiro was getting closer with every stroke of his fist. having to use one of his own hands to help him choke back and muffle the sounds threatening to spill from him. the fire burning in his abdomen only growing every time your ass jiggled from the rough pace katsuki had set. more of his pre leaking out of his slit and quickly being used as lube to keep himself going.
eijiro intently listened as your moans became louder and of a higher pitch. endless strings of slurred and babbling words coming from your mouth as you warned your boyfriend of another incoming release.
“fuck… fuck gonna cum, kats, gonnafuckingcum.”
“that’s it, princess, cum all over my cock. wanna feel you clench around me.”
if kirishima could see your face, he’d bet your eyes would be rolling to the back of your head as bakugo hit that sweet, spongy spot inside of you. he was about to let himself go until katsuki spoke up again.
“i know you’ve got another one in you-“
getting so horny for this was disgusting.
“-so be a good girl for me, yeah?”
but he was willing to be a called-out pervert if that meant he could continue watching.
he slowed the hand that jerked his cock, bound and determined to finish when you cum again. eijiro loved watching you be used as a cocksleeve. loved watching your beautiful cunt grip your boyfriend’s cock and suck it into your body.
and bakugo looked like a dictionary picture of power. he looked so domineering over you. a behemoth compared to your shorter frame. he’s always been strong and just simply better at everything because he wanted to be. nobody ever holding him back from something he wanted. eijiro imagines him to be the best fuck he could ever dream of having, somewhat envying you for being the one that gets to experience it.
“you’re so fucking deep in me.” a another bead of pre-cum rolls out of his slit when he notices the bulge in your belly every time katsuki pushes all the way in. he wishes it was his cock. he wishes it was his stomach. he’s never seen someone look so pretty taking a pounding like this before. bakugo’s hips speeding up as he tries to bring you over the edge before he falls victim to his own release. maneuvering a hand down to toy with your sensitive clit, causing your whines to grow louder and more needy. your cunt squelches with every thrust he gives and you take it all with grace.
“y’gonna come f’me again baby? gonna cum with me?”
he’s so close.
“fuck, kats, please.”
so goddamn close.
your words slur and become airy as if bakugo is knocking all the breath from your lungs. eijiro hopes that his best friend is going to fill your sweet pussy so he can imagine it’s his cum dripping out of you. his balls feel tighter and with every moan or groan he hears spill from your mouths, he finds the coil in his stomach to be twisting tighter. just a few more strokes and he’ll be done for.
“right there, kats! fuck.. please! i’m gonna cum.. i’m cumming! i’m cumming!”
“fuck yes baby, take this shit. cum on my fat cock. cum with me, princess.” eijiro loses himself at the piercing whine that leaves you when you squirt on your boyfriend. watching the clear liquid gush from your tight and stuffed hole sends him and katsuki over the edge at the same time. eijiro biting his hand and drawing blood as he tucks his dick back into his sweats to catch the load of cum that erupts from him. he watched bakugo’s every reaction as he came. head thrown back and brow furrowed as he continued to snap his hips into yours. grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you towards him. he watched the way the warm glow of light illuminated the sweat on your bodies and it made him feel as if he could jerk off again.
he payed extra close attention when katsuki slowly pulled himself from you. your hole gaping from being stretched by the massive man and dribbles of his white hot cum running out of your pussy. he intently watched once more as bakugo scooped up the cum and pushed it back in to you.
“not wasting a drop, baby.”
he had to close his eyes before he got riled up again, but he couldn’t bask in the post-nut clarity either. as quickly as possible getting off of his knees and trying to quietly walk on wobbly legs down to the kitchen to get himself the water that he actually needs now. somberly thinking of what he’d done.
eijiro kirishima is not a pervert. he didn’t do shit like that, but here he was. standing in the kitchen of his best friend’s house after busting a nut to them having sex with the wet patch on the inside of his sweats to prove it.
he stared at a dust bunny that had gathered where the countertop and wall met. he felt as dirty as that spot as guilt overtook his body. weighing down his muscular shoulders. the air felt thick and almost suffocating as he tried to take a few deep breaths to ease the shame that had settled in.
carefully making his way back up the stairs, he hoped to just walk on by. hoped that this would be a thing to only weigh down on him and him only. hoped he could put the disgusting, perverted, and voyeuristic act behind him.
you can only hope for so much when you’re guilty.
“eijiro.” he heard the booming voice of katsuki right as he passed the doorway. it was quiet enough for him to question if he was dreaming or not. he stopped in his tracks, glass in hand, to try and hear movement in the bedroom and see if anyone was awake.
“i know you’re out there, ei.” shit. he wasn’t dreaming. he felt the weight on his shoulders double as he tried to find his voice to respond back.
“yeah?” it was all he could muster. ashamed, embarrassed. there’s no way they didn’t know about what he did. he’d been caught.
“come here.” the two words were confusing to kiri, but his legs moved to enter the room anyways. was he going to get his ass beat? kicked out? murdered? he wasn’t sure. but he did know his eyes weren’t deceiving at what was laid out before him.
you were still on the bed, but had flipped over on your back and propped up on your elbows, completely naked. he got a good look at your still hardened nipples and glistening cunt from the fuck you’d had 10 minutes prior. katsuki was also still naked. standing at the side of the bed in all his glory, cock still half hard. eijiro’s eyes widened at the sight.
“i know you were watching us.” is all katsuki can say before streams of ‘sorry’s’ and ‘I swear it was a one time thing’ leaving his mouth before he could even think about what he was saying.
“there’s no need to be a fuckin’ baby about it,” bakugo cut his apologies off, “princess here loved it, didn’t you?” the two men look over at you as you smiled and nodded your pretty little head.
“y’know, we’ve both never came so hard before, so we thought we could reward you a bit.” your voice was sickeningly sweet. you could ask eijiro to do anything for you and he’d do it, no questions ask if you continued to lure him in with your seductive voice. your eyes were half-lidded as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. taking in the bashful expression on his face.
“reward.. me?” kirishima felt weak in the knees again as his cock stirred to life once more at the thought of either of you giving him a little something.
“yeah, yeah. you want it?” katsuki spoke, looking unbothered, bored even. eijiro nodded his head without a sliver of hesitation. his excitement resembled a puppy wagging when a treat is held in front of its face. his entire body felt like it was jumping in anticipation and the pressure holding his shoulders down had lifted. it felt like he’d gotten one hundred times lighter. like he was floating
he gasped when bakugo grabbed a fistful of his red hair and pushed him to his knees, facing your pretty pussy. his tongue darted out to lick his lips before katsuki spoke again.
“you want us? eat my fuckin’ cum outta her cunt.”
eijiro didn’t pay any mind to the dull ache that spread across his scalp. nothing would cause him to hesitate at the opportunity to taste the two of you.
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hannyoontify · 3 months
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dream - yoon jeonghan
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member | jeonghan x reader
genre | pure. teeth-rotting. fluff. js kie going through jeonghan brain rot
word count | 2.8k
synopsis | jeonghan pinches your cheek to remind you that this isn’t a dream
warnings | ass-grabbing?? but in a non-sexual way, lots of cheesy pick-up lines and flirting, reader and jeonghan are absolutely down bad for each other and it’s sickening
notes | my baby :((( i hope he feels better soon
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Jeonghan’s eyes fluttered open as the pale sunlight seeped in through the bedroom window and curtains, casting bright rays of light onto the walls. Jeonghan could hear your soft, stable breathing next to him and rolled over to face your sleeping figure. You looked so peaceful asleep, your usual creases of worry were nowhere to be seen. Rather, it was replaced by a look of serenity and Jeonghan smiled endearingly as you wrinkled your nose in your sleep. He rubbed his eyes and draped a lazy arm over your waist, quietly watching you as you slept. He tried matching his breath with yours, but it only left him wheezing and breathless. 
His eyes roamed around your face, starting from your soft lips that jutted out in your sleep. Your nose that Jeonghan loved to kiss. That small tear mole on your cheek that mirrored his own. He admired the swell of your cheeks and traveled up to your closed eyelids. Jeonghan’s eyes trailed back down to your lips, which now were slightly parted, revealing the slightest bit of your teeth. He leaned over to press a quick kiss to your lips, smiling against your lips. You stirred a bit, which startled Jeonghan, but remained asleep. 
Jeonghan propped his head up with one hand, the other still draped over your waist, and watched you sleep, watching your chest rise and fall in a rhythmic pattern. After a while, (Jeonghan doesn’t really know how long it’s been–it could’ve been a few minutes or a few hours–he always had a horrible sense of time when it concerned you) your eyes opened and reached up above your head for a stretch.
“G’morning, sunshine.” Jeonghan whispered as you twisted around to get another stretch. Your hair was mussed and a mess, but he couldn’t care less.
“Morning, Hannie,” you mumbled as you scooched into his warm embrace. You pressed your face into his chest. “Were you watching me sleep?”
“Yeah.”
And although he couldn’t see your smile, he could hear it in your voice. “You’re such a creep.”
Jeonghan simply hummed and traced shapes on your back as you stayed in his warm embrace for just a little longer. You (unfortunately) pulled away and rubbed at your sleepy eyes and Jeonghan leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead.
“We need to make breakfast.” you muttered and threw the duvet off to get out of bed. 
“Oh, no you’re not.” Jeonghan’s strong grip on your waist kept you from going anywhere, and he wrestled you back into a tight cocoon of blankets. “You’re staying here today. I’ll make breakfast.”
You didn’t respond and looked at Jeonghan with a delighted look, your eyes sparkling. Your husband’s cooking was always a delight–and a surprise. You never knew if you were gonna get a Michelin star worthy meal or a barely edible looking lump of burnt… something. But judging by the soft look in Jeonghan’s eyes, you had a feeling you were going to get the former today. 
He reached over and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips, his warm hand cupping your cheek. The metal ring resting on his ring finger felt cold against your face, raising goosebumps on your skin. You smiled into the kiss and giggled as Jeonghan pulled away with a lovestruck look in his eyes. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
You felt your cheeks burning up at what he said and waved him away. “What’s with that cheesy line? We’ve been married for 5 years now, Hannie.”
“Exactly, and each day is better than the last.” Jeonghan pressed one last kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the hallway. You rolled your eyes at your cheesy husband and nestled into the blanket cocoon he stuck you in.
In the kitchen, Jeonghan was bustling about with a boyish grin stuck on his face. He loved doing these things for you; you were never an early bird and struggled to get out of bed and Jeonghan was always willing to do these things for you. After almost dropping two raw eggs and chipping a porcelain plate, your breakfast was ready to be served. 
Just as Jeonghan was ready to bring a tray into your shared bedroom, you shuffled out, still wrapped up in the blanket wrap he had put you in earlier. The edges of the blanket dragged along the floor as you sauntered up to the kitchen island and looked at Jeonghan with an expectant smile.
“Breakfast is served.” Jeonghan tipped his non-existent top hat and grandly gestured to the plate he laid out in front of you. The smell of the toasting bagel was what had drawn you out of bed, and the food looked better than it smelled(? Did that make sense? You didn’t know but you really didn’t care because you were so damn hungry).
Leaning on the opposite of the kitchen island as you, Jeonghan watched you inhale the bagel slathered in cream cheese, a bit of the spread smeared on your cheek. He reached over and wiped it away with his thumb, which made you cover your face in embarrassment and he laughed.
Jeonghan loved these kinds of mornings with you, a slow start to your day with no responsibilities. He could lie in bed with you as much as he wanted and he could press gentle kisses on your soft lips as much as he wanted to. 
He sighed and rested his head against his hand on the counter, his eyes full of endearment as he watched you enjoy your breakfast. You caught Jeonghan’s eye mid-bite and smiled sheepishly. “What?”
Jeonghan felt his own lips tugging up into a small smile. “Nothing, I just love you.”
He paused for a moment. 
“And sometimes I wonder if this is all a dream. I get scared that I made all this up in my mind and I’ll wake up any second as the loser I was seven years before I met you.”
You frowned. “You weren’t a loser, baby. You just hadn’t hit your prime yet.”
“In my mid-20’s? Sure babe.”
“Baby, don’t talk about yourself like that. I know for a fact I didn’t fall in love with a loser,” You pouted with more cream cheese on your lips. Jeonghan grinned like a middle school boy falling in love for the first time. As he bent over to kiss it off your lips, you reached for his hand and rubbed a soothing thumb over the back of his knuckles, feeling and committing to memory, every groove and channel etched onto his hand leading to his slender fingers.
When Jeonghan pulled away, it was your turn to reach over and pinch his cheek. “Ow, what was that for?” Your husband pouted and rested both hands on the edge of the marble countertop, slightly bent over at the waist to maintain eye contact with you. 
You smiled mischievously, but soon, the cheeky look in your eyes softened into an endearing one. “You felt that, right? I promise you, my love, this isn’t a dream.” You walked around the kitchen island and ducked under his arm to cage yourself between his body and the countertop. 
In a much softer voice, you said, “If this was a dream, I wouldn’t be able to do this…” you wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed tightly, pressing your face into his chest and inhaling the scent of his body wash and your laundry detergent. The smell of home. “Or this.”
You reached behind Jeonghan and grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed. Hard.
“YOWCH!" Jeonghan rested his head on your shoulder and whined as you simply giggled into his chest. "Honey…”
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It’s a languid and lazy afternoon; Jeonghan’s favorite kind. Even the weather seemed to act idle, the way the October sun hid itself in the clouds, refusing to reveal its face for the thousands of bustling people in the heart of Seoul.
Similar to the sun, you were also currently refusing to reveal yourself to Jeonghan. You hid your face in the sleeve of your sweater as Jeonghan whined. “Honey… it’s nothing to be embarrassed of! It happens to everyone. I wanna see your gorgeous face.”
You said something that was muffled by the fabric of your sweater and Jeonghan stopped walking to bend over to hear you better. “It’mmfs embarramffing.”
“What’s so embarrassing about a zit? I get them all the time!” Jeonghan said loudly, his chest puffed out with pride. It was your turn to whine this time as you hit his arm with a stifled giggle. Jeonghan’s face suddenly turned serious and he turned to face you. He gently pried your hands out of your face and held them in his own. “Baby, I love you and your face just the way that they are. No amount of zits or acne or bug bites is ever gonna change that. Okay? So let me see your absolute drop dead gorgeous face.”
You couldn't help but smile at his heart-warming ment and Jeonghan immediately brought a hand to his heart and pretended to faint. “They’re too lovely! Catch me, I think I’m falling for you!” 
You couldn’t hide your groan this time as Jeonghan slumped into your arms dramatically, imitating the flatlining sound of a heart monitor. “You’re the corniest person I’ve ever met.”
Jeonghan looked up from his place in your eyes and flashed you a blinding smile. “But you love it.”
“I would beg to differ.”
“Baby!” 
After lots of consoling and reassuring (and kisses), you were able to convince Jeonghan that you did, indeed, love his corny pick-up lines, and stand upright again to continue your late afternoon stroll in the neighborhood park. 
Hand in hand, the two of you continued your walk in silence. Jeonghan’s fingers were entwined with yours, his palm radiating with heat and comfort as he occasionally stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. The soft crunch of leaves under your feet and the soft, gentle breeze blowing past were the only sounds Jeonghan could hear. 
He heard you gasp softly and he looked over to see what had grabbed your attention. You tugged on Jeonghan’s sleeve and pointed towards a pathway to the right, where bright flowers were blooming.
“I wanna walk through there.” You whispered excitedly. 
Jeonghan didn’t know why you were whispering, but matched your volume nonetheless. “Let’s go, then.”
You began walking towards the direction of the flowers and Jeonghan lingered behind, watching you bound and leap towards the plants. When he caught up to you, you were already bent over, admiring the vibrant colors. As you began reaching out to pick one, Jeonghan grabbed your hand and pulled you upright. 
“It’s okay, I’ll do it for you.” Jeonghan bent over in your stead and picked out the prettiest flower he could find in the patch (that was within reach. Jeonghan loved you but he didn’t have the heart to step on plants to get a flower). He spotted a dandelion and he reached for it as well before straightening his back and looking at you with a proud smile. 
You stifled a giggle as Jeonghan gave you a once-over with a love-sick look in his eyes before he stepped closer to you and tucked the flower behind your ear. 
“What’s so funny, angel?” Jeonghan asked in a hushed voice. His dark brown eyes stared into your own. They were delicate and sweet as enticing pools of swirling dark chocolate, like a glowing light with flecks of gold reflecting the dull sun’s shine. 
“Nothing, I just feel like the main character in a cheesy rom-com movie,” You whispered. “Like you said earlier, I really hope this isn’t a dream.” 
This time, it was Jeonghan’s turn to reach over with his free hand—which wasn’t soaked in the sticky sap from the stem from the dandelion he picked earlier—and pinch your cheek. You pouted but Jeonghan simply reached over and pressed a quick kiss to your lips and rested his forehead on your own.
“It’s not a dream, okay? Here, we can blow and make a wish on this dandelion and wish for us to be happy together, just like we are now, until forever and after. Until the ends of the earth.”
Jeonghan revealed the dandelion to you and placed it between your two lips. “Make a wish,” Both of you screwed your eyes shut, desperately wishing and praying that the two of you will always be happy forever in each other’s arms. “And blow.”
Hundreds of white, cotton-like bristles flew in every direction–but mostly into your mouth. Due to Jeonghan’s poor calculations, he blew a millisecond before you did and sent all the bristes flying into your mouth. However, Jeonghan wasn’t left unpunished by the gods. 
The two of you pulled away, violently hacking and coughing as you tried to spit out all the fine needle-like substances out of your mouth, and Jeonghan began reaching in and swiping at his mouth and tongue.
A moment of silence.
“… Thath wath a lot leth romantic than I exthpected,” Jeonghan said. You gave him a look before bursting into laughter. He joined you soon after and the two of you doubled over, holding onto your stomachs for dear life until tears sprung out of your eyes.
Wiping away a stray tear, Jeonghan offered you a hand with a faint smile. “Let’th go home.”
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If Jeonghan had to pick and name one place in your shared home as his favorite spot, he would pick the balcony with no hesitation. It was where the two of you shared your first meal together as a married couple in your new house, as none of your furniture had arrived, so the two of you sat on the floor of the balcony and watched the sun set over the skyline of Seoul and watched the nightlife come to life. 
It was where some of the most quiet, intimate moments that Jeonghan shared with you took place. Late night talks full of giggles and nonsense. It was also where the two of you had your serious conversations. Stolen kisses, hushed whispered, loving glances. In short, the balcony held a lot of memories for you and Jeonghan.
The balcony has changed a lot since the first night you and Jeonghan ate jjajangmyeon on the floor of the balcony. The railing was decorated with fairy lights and there were two lawn chairs and a coffee table—perfect for your late night talks.
Today, you and Jeonghan opted to stand. Your husband’s arms were on either side of you, trapping you between his warm body and the railing. His body acted as a wall of protection from the cold wind. Jeonghan nuzzled his face into your hair and inhaled, breathing in the soft scent of your shampoo and sighed in content.
You stared out into the sky, watching the sun set lowly over busy Seoul when Jeonghan spoke lowly into your ear. “What are you thinking about, angel?” His warm breath tickled your ear. The sun was a bright shade of red as it bid farewell to your side of the world, ready to pass the imaginary baton to the moon. Streaks of bright red, orange, and yellow pierced through the sky and cast shadow where the clouds were. It was like a painting. 
“Nothing, just… looking.”
Your husband sighed and rested his chin on your shoulder. After a beat of silence, he spoke again. “I love you, a lot. You know that, right?”
You hummed. “Of course I do,” You reached behind you and lightly ran your fingers through Jeonghan’s hair, the silk strands slipping through your fingertips. “And I love you too. So much.”
Jeonghan’s heart suddenly swelled with the immeasurable amount of love he felt for you in that moment. He buried his face in your hair to try and hide his welling tears, but his sniffling gave him away.
“Hannie? Are you crying?” You don’t wait for a response. You whipped around and held your loving husband’s face in your hands as he sniffled, his sparkly eyes tinged with red as a single tear streamed down his cheek. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
Jeonghan nodded and smiled through his tears. “I just.. love you. So much. I never want to forget this moment with you. I want to treasure all the memories we share forever, locked in a vault in my mind so I can remember it for all of eternity.”
You gently pinched his cheek. “Not a dream, right?” Jeonghan nodded. “As long as I’m here with you, by your side, you’ll always remember the warmth and the love that we share.”
Jeonghan pulled you in by your waist and captured your lips with his soft ones. He pressed your body tightly against him, sharing your body warmth. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his mouth moved against yours, making you lose track of all sense and time. 
“I love you,” Jeonghan mumbled softly against your lips, as if it were a secret just for you to hear. “Always have, always will.”
“Me too, Hannie. I’ll love you for as long as you use those cheesy pick-up lines.”
“You’re never hearing the end of those.”
“I really hope not.”
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reblogs and feedback is always appreicated ^-^
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luna0713hunter · 6 months
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I just saw you opened your fall prompts and I had to request you something!! Could I request prompts 3 and 15 for Zoro? Maybe the straw hats all decide to go for a night out and dress up and the reader and Zoro have a cute moment outside? Maybe some little teasing from the other crew members? Thank you so much!
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Author's note : welcome to my Autumn prompt!!! you're the first request and I'm so excited to write this!!!i hope you enjoy it!!! Kick back,and wrap a warm blanket around yourself! Get cozy ^^
"I'm cold," "come here,let me warm you up."
"making you wear their jacket when you're too stubborn to dress properly."
Based on this prompt
Zoro Roronoa x reader
Warnings : none! Super fluffy,pet names,you being stubborn and Zoro being too lovesick to get tired with your shit,cute couple (you), annoying crewmates,reader is said to wear a dress but is gender neutral otherwise
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"you're seriously going out like that?"
"yes!its not too cold and I'm not changing."
"you do realize if it gets any colder, we'll have snow."
"well I'm not cold!and i love this dress,so no changing!"
Zoro grumbles something under his breath,and you grin when he finally relents. When you skip over to where he's leaning against your doorframe and cheekily wrap your arms against his (muscular) bicep,he sighs when you flutter your eyes up at him.
"why are you being so stubborn?you know it's cold outside."
"because we never have the opportunity to dress up so nicely!!and now that the guys have decided to celebrate somewhere nice,who am i to turn such a great opportunity to dress nicely, down?"
Zoro merely mutters a 'whatever' and starts walking. Even upset with you,he reaches back and wraps his bigger hand around your smaller one,and when you finally step outside,you swallow thickly;its fucking freezing.
You unconsciously press yourself closer to Zoro's warm side;feeling his leather jacket on your bare arms. The dress you've chosen has no sleeves,and the top of your chest is particularly exposed to the cold weather. You mentally curse yourself for not listening to Zoro,but you'll be damned if you admit it to his face. So instead,you swallow down the nervousness you feel for staying in such weather for the rest of the night in that dress,and wave at your crewmates who're waiting for the two of you.
"damn y/n,you look nice." You laugh at Usopp's comment and when Nami gives you a meaningful wink and looks at Zoro's direction,you feel slightly warmer.
But not enough to stop your teeth from clattering together as you start walking with your crewmates in the freezer streets. After few minutes of walking ,however,your mind starts to wonder off to how cozy and warm everyone's clothes seem to be. You only nod and hum at your friends' questions or jokes,and try to particularly melt yourself into Zoro's side. So when that's not enough and the cold becomes too unbearable,you let out a small sneeze that has everybody falling silence and turning their attention to you.
You rub your reddened nose with your numb fingers and then let out your warm breath on them. You clench and unclench them a few times so you could return some feeling to them and look up at them sheepishly.
"you alright there,dear?"
You nod kindly at Sanji's question,and then Luffy puts a comforting hand on your bare shoulder.
"we can go back if you're too cold."
"Thanks Cap," you grin, "but i can handle it."
Just as Luffy opens his mouth to respond,a sudden warmth engulfs your form.
And your hands immediately raise up to cling to the source.
When you look down,you see a familiar jacket around shoulders. Strong hands pull the front closer to one another and gentle fingers close the zipper.
The sweet scent of your boyfriend adds up to the cozy warmth and you let out small content noise.
You turn around and smile shyly up at the swordsman, watching as he raises a brow and when he sees some color returning to your cheeks,he sighs.
"warmer?"
"very." You raise on your tiptoes and presse a gentle kiss to his slightly cold nose, "thank you,babe."
When you feel his fingers interlock with yours ,you frown slightly upon feeling his cold fingers; lending you his jacket,Zoro was particularly standing there only in a thin shirt. So you tug at his hand to get his attention and when you have it,you smile again.
"I'm still cold."
Zoro only huff and with a hand on your waist,pulls you to his chest.
"come here,let me warm you up."
You're so happy to be in his embrace and bury your face in his chest to relish his natural warmth,that you completely forget about your surroundings. And then Zoro wraps his protective arms around your waist to press his lips to yours. His lips are so warm and when they move against yours,you feel warmth spreading across your core and all over your body.
And you would've continued kissing him right there,in the middle of the street,if it wasn't for the loud wolf whistling suddenly coming from behind you.
"dude,if we're interrupting just tell us!"
"get a room you two!"
"and just as i thought the mooshead had no human emotions in him."
"I'm hungry,can you continue this in the restaurant?"
When you hear Zoro scowl above you to his crewmates,you laugh happily and squeeze his waist.
"let's go."
And as Zoro drops a loving kiss to your forehead and wraps his arm around your shoulder to lead you behind the others,you feel even warmer ; Zoro wont ever let you feel cold. Not ever again
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disasterofastory · 1 year
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What about Legolas x F!reader? Maybe she is a friend of Eomer and Legolas gets jealous about all the time they stay together? And some hot moment? I don't know, this is just an Idea. So, I'm sorry for my bad english but I'm Italian. Have a good day❤️
Just a reminder Legolas x Reader Warnings: jealousy, smut
Summary: Legolas reminds you of the reasons you are with him.
A/N: Please don't be sorry for your English. I know the struggle. :)
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The grassland is covered in a bright golden hue as the sun reaches the top of the clear blue sky. The lush, green grass waves like the ocean as a breeze runs through the peaceful scenery. Everything is so quiet and calm. It is almost impossible to believe the dark power that works and marches forward underneath it all. The warm rays of the sun caress your bare arms and your cheeks. The tree you lean against is tall and strong, bending its branches to the will of the slight wind. The rustle of the leaves is a sweet whisper in your ear as you focus on the story in front of you. The book is a pleasant weight on your lap. The pages are old and thin between your fingers.
"What are you reading?" Legolas's voice breaks your concentration, but you feel nothing but happiness as you turn your eyes from the long row of words to the tall elf standing a few meters away from you. "Just a book," you shrug. "Tales for children." "Are they good?" He asks, sitting down next to you with a few elegant movements. "You know how it is," you hum, closing the book and putting it on the ground. "The good always wins, and the bad guys pay for their misdeeds as they should." "It was easier to believe in it when we were kids, no?" The elf asks. You can almost see his blue eyes darkening with ominous thoughts. "Sometimes it's harder when you are an adult, yes," you reply, reaching out for his hand to link your fingers together. "But there is always hope." "I heard you will go with Gandalf." "Yes," you nod. "He thinks Eomer will listen to me." A slight frown appears between his brows. His lips turn into a thin line. "Are you friends with the rider?" "Something like that, yes." "When we met them, he asked you to come with them." You barely recognized him when your way met with the riders during your search for the hobbits. You smile and nod in confirmation. "Why are these questions?" "Why didn't you? Went with them, I mean." "You are my home, Legolas," you reply, squeezing his hand in yours. "I won't leave you." "But you will go with Gandalf." "He asked me," you reason, getting a little bit confused. Something is off with Legolas, but you can't find out what. "And it's just for a few days. We need every help we can get." "Are you sure?" He asks. He feels selfish, and guilt eats him up inside because of it, but he can't help himself. He knows orcs and death will wait for you in Helm's Deep, but he can't bear the thought of you staying with the riders. With Eomer. "Legolas," you say his name softly, cupping his cheek with your free hand. Your thumb caresses the soft skin under his eye. "Of course, I will come back to you. There is nothing that can keep me away from you." He smiles at your words. The slight curve of his lips gives him something angelic and ethereal that you can never get used to. You still don't understand how the elven prince can love you, a simple mortal, but he does, and you stopped questioning it years ago.
Soon, his lips find yours, and the kiss that always starts so gently is impatient and rushing now. His hand lands on the back of your head to keep you close, while his tongue slips into your mouth with ease. He invites you to a dance that's intimate and familiar. "Don't get me wrong," you hum when he breaks away. His breath still fans over your lips. It smells like ale and fruits. "I love your kisses, but you still don't tell me something." Now, the guilt is transparent on his delicate features, and he looks down at your intertwined fingers. The small gesture makes his years younger. "I just…" he sighs. "I just don't want you to find something with the rider that will make you stay with them… with him." "Oh, my love," you laugh, pecking his lips when you notice the slight blush spreading on his cheeks. "There is nothing that makes me stay where you aren't." Your words are followed by another kiss. It's feverish and bruising and makes you lose your breath for long seconds. His hand finds the loose curls at the nape of your neck, and before you know it, you are lying on the grass with Legolas above you. When he looks into your eyes, the glint you know so well by now is back in his bright blue irises. "I love you," he says, caressing the line of your jaw. "I love you too," you hum against his lips before gasping at his sudden touch. " What are you doing?" "Just a reminder of what I can do to you." He bares your legs with a few quick pulls on your dress until his hand finds its way between your thighs. "Legolas," you gasp again, looking around your surroundings. "What if someone sees us?" "I will hear them before they can see us," he promises. "Do you trust me?" The question makes your legs spread open before his caressing touch. "Of course."
His lips wander down your neck, caressing the soft skin there with slow, lazy kisses while his long fingers find their way to your center after pushing your panties aside. His fingertips slide over your fold easily. Your wetness soaks him within a few seconds. "You are so wet already," he hums. His words flutter in your chest. Your heart thuds against your ribcage. "Legolas," you pant his name, grabbing his shoulder. Your other hand tries to find some support on the ground. The grass is soft under your touch. "I'm here, love," he replies. "And I won't go anywhere until you cum around my fingers." Your eyes fall shut as the pleasure flares through your body. It burns your veins and spins the world around you. His thumb draws small circles on your clit, helping you to chase your orgasm. His breath fans over your neck, and his voice make you tremble some more. "Who makes you feel this good?" He asks, and when you don't answer immediately, he doesn't wait to push two fingers inside your aching hole. Your head falls back, and a moan breaks up from your throat. "Say my name, Y/N," the elf demands. "Let everyone hear who you belong to." His name leaves your lover's name in breathless whines as his hand speeds up between your legs. He pushes you to the edge and doesn't give you enough time to process what's happening. "Cum, Y/N," Legolas says. "Make a mess on my hand. Give me something to remember while you are far away from my arms."
Pleasure washes over you as the burning coil snaps in your lower belly. Your muscles jerk, and your breath stops for a long second. Your orgasm comes quickly and powerfully. It feels like Legolas's arms are the only things that keep you in one piece.
When you open your eyes, you see him licking your juices off his fingers. A satisfied smile plays on his lips the whole time. "You will get more when we meet again," he promises.
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suzukiblu · 7 months
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Lil' excerpt from the self-indulgent DC fic I was working on yesterday for my birthday fun times.
Context: "My Adventures With Superman" meets Superboy.
Clark is talking to Lois and Jimmy in their office at the Planet when he hears it.
It's a heartbeat.
Clark hears those all the time these days. He can hear Lois and Jimmy's right now. Can hear everyone in the whole newsroom's; the whole building's; the whole city's.
And he can hear his own heartbeat, though he's so used to it that he usually tunes it out.
So . . . why is he hearing his own heartbeat, he wonders slowly, trying not to frown. Not sure what about his own heartbeat would make him want to frown, when–
Oh, he realizes.
It's not his heartbeat. It's not even in the building; it's blocks and blocks away.
Why on earth would he have thought a stranger's heartbeat on the other side of the city was his own? That doesn't make–
ta-tum
. . . sense.
Clark blinks, very slowly. The heartbeat carries on, sounding excited and eager and . . .
And . . . and strong.
He isn't sure why he cares so much, that it's strong. That it sounds . . . healthy. It's not like he ever wants to hear a weak heartbeat, after all. A weak heartbeat is never, ever a good thing, except when the alternative is no heartbeat at all.
But this specific heartbeat . . . for some reason, he cares that this specific heartbeat is strong.
Why does he . . .
ta-tum ta-tum
That's not how human heartbeats sound, Clark realizes, slowly. That's not–no, that's not a human heartbeat. Maybe not any kind of heartbeat he's ever heard before at all.
But it sounds so familiar all the same. It sounds . . .
Right.
He doesn't know how else to explain it.
Clark frowns. He glances towards the wall in the direction of the ta-tum heartbeat, letting his glasses slip low on his nose so he can look over them.
Specifically, so he can use his X-ray and telescopic vision over them. There's . . . the heartbeat is twelve blocks away. It's coming from a body on the street, one that's standing in place but not staying still, gesturing expansively and speaking to someone in a . . . food truck? Looks like a food truck, yeah. The heartbeat's owner isn't especially tall or broad, but it looks like all their growth plates are still open, so they're probably not physically mature yet. Judging by their posture and body language, they're likely male. And a teenager, given both their size and those growth plates. Younger to mid-teens, he thinks? Maybe?
Clark tunes in his hearing. The heartbeat's owner gestures at themselves and says, "Look, if this was cosplay, I'd have done a better job, okay? Like, I'd be more accurate!"
They do sound male, yes. Male, and young. And . . .
And a little . . . odd, somehow.
"So what is it, then?" the person in the food truck asks, clearly amused by whatever they're discussing. Female; probably ten or fifteen years older than the heartbeat's owner.
"Would you believe I just didn't have anything else to wear?" he says, sounding sheepish.
"That's a pretty extreme version of laundry day, kid," she says with a laugh. "But I appreciate the assist with those assholes either way. Want some chili fries? On the house."
"What're chili fries?" the heartbeat's owner asks as he leans in a bit, sounding curious.
"Oh, lemme rock your world, kid. One sec."
The food truck operator starts bustling around her truck, presumably in pursuit of chili fries. Clark frowns a little. Well, chili fries are probably fine for a teenager, he figures, even if the kid's really never had them before. Though chili fries do seem weird for a teenager to not have heard of?
Maybe he's an immigrant or a tourist, or home-schooled, or just from a particularly small town. Smallville admittedly is not the ideal place to get chili fries, so Clark assumes that's probably normal in other small towns too and–
"CLARK!" Lois yells, waving both hands in front of his face. Clark startles in surprise, then blinks at her.
"Uh, sorry," he says. "Did you need something?"
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kleftiko · 6 months
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❦ SAVE A HORSE
farmhand!yami x reader
cw: mature, fem!reader, grinding, cowgirl position, implied virginity loss, major pining, soft sex
"save a horse, ride a cowboy"
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the ranch was beautiful. wide open fields stretched as far as the eye could see, with the straw green grass swaying gently in the breeze. the rustic wooden fences added a touch of charm to the picturesque landscape, while the distant sound of horses neighing filled the air, creating a soothing melody that resonated with the tranquility of the country.
your eyes fell on him. he stood tall and strong, his sun-kissed skin glistening under the golden rays of the sun. the way he effortlessly commanded the attention of the horses with a gentle touch and a firm voice spoke volumes about his expertise as a cowboy. there was an undeniable allure to his rugged appearance, from his worn-out cowboy hat to the dust-covered boots that carried him through countless hours of hard work on the ranch, to the half smoked cigarette that never seemed to leave his lip. as you watched him navigate through the fields, a wave of desire washed over you, eyes trailing over the muscular arms that gently guided the animal.
he had been here since last year, when your father hired him. he was getting too old for the long hours and physical demands of running the ranch on his own. the cowboy's presence brought a sense of relief and reassurance, knowing that the legacy of the land would be carried on with care and dedication.
your first impression of him was supposed to be less than favourable. your father had called you down in the morning when you got up; he wanted to introduce you to the new farmhand so you wouldn't be surprised when a random boy wandered around the ranch. your father used the word 'boy', but upon first glance, he was nothing other than a man. standing tall and exuding an air of maturity, his rugged features and calloused hands spoke of hard work and experience. you felt your heart skip as he locked eyes with you.
though he purposefully gave you an unfavourable greeting (a disinterested nod and a "yami"), it didn't dissuade your attraction to him.
his piercing eyes seemed to comprehend everything they took in, reducing you to a jelly-legged mess on the off chance he looked at you. the way he carried himself with a casual confidence only added to your desire, leaving you yearning for even the smallest bit of attention from the stoic man. he seemed a bit too old to be a farmhand, but try as you might, he wouldn't open up or tell you why when you spoke to him.
the most you would get would be a barely lifted brow and a once-over from those scalding eyes that just seemed to strip you down and make you feel so vulnerable.
your parents liked him. he was a hard worker and never made a fuss. not even when your parents told him they could only offer him the loft in the shed to stay in. all he wanted was meals. he used the bathroom in the house, though, and sometimes, if you were lucky, you'd catch him after a shower, with his hair still damp and his large body shirtless as he made his way back to the shed.
you started to volunteer to do the dishes after meals more often. the window in the kitchen looked out onto the couple horses you had. yami was taken with them, and they seemed to love him back. the calmest and most at ease you'd see him is with the horses, and your mother told you off quite a few times for letting the water run too long as you shamelessly stared at the man.
as the months went along, your father's condition worsened, and yami took up nearly all of the work on the farm. your father was old, no other way to say it, and you heard him and your mother sometimes at night talking about the future of the ranch. you wouldn't be able to handle it all on your own, and you weren't looking for a husband anyway, so as far as you know, your parents were planning to start selling things off. ideally, within the year, there would be no more farm.
the thought made your heart sink. what were you going to do if you couldn't look out the window and see yami in the sun, taking off his hat to push back his sweaty hair before rolling up his sleeves. it was this scene that replayed in your head, keeping you up at night and squirming beneath the sheets.
you didn't know what to do.
but when your mother abruptly woke you up one morning and led you to the barn, you had no time to think. there was yami and your father, the older man cradling his arm to his chest as yami helped him off the dirty ground.
"what happened?" you ushered to your father's side.
he had an embarrassed smile on his face as he stood.
"the hayloft used to seem a lot shorter back in the day." he joked, and you noticed the ladder against the wood bearing.
you gave him an exasperated look before yami spoke.
"he only fell off the second rung." he shook his head at your dad. "i told you i’d help after i brought the tools back, old man."
your dad waved him off before wincing as he realized he used his injured arm.
"'s not fun being useless," he sighed and looked at his arm. "but looks like I caused more trouble."
"we'll have to go to the doctor." your mom told him, rewrapping her robe around her body. "at least it's morning; it'll take us all day to make it there."
your dad looked at the sky for a second, then turned to yami and asked, "would'ya mind cleaning up here?"
yami nodded.
"i'll get the cart ready," you tell your parents, but your mom shakes her head.
"no no, you stay here," she said. "i'll take your father. you manage the house."
you were about to protest when she held her hand up, and you shut your mouth.
your mother and father left the barn to get ready, leaving you frowning slightly as yami started to put away the ladder.
"you gonna put some clothes on?" his deep voice caught your attention.
the morning breeze on your legs reminded you that you were only in a nightgown. wordlessly, you left the barn and beelined to the house.
mother assured you they would be back the next day by evening, but when dinner time came, and you and yami were sitting in the kitchen, it started to rain. by dusk, it had picked up into nearly a storm.
sitting in your room, you looked out the window, unable to comfortably sleep while staring at the shed. yami locked up everything before the weather took a turn for the worse, but he insisted on sleeping in the shed tonight, even though you offered your parents bed. the trees around you swayed dangerously, but when the sky lit up with lightning, you got up. the thunder followed as you padded your way outside, drenching yourself as you made your way to the shed.
the door doesn't lock, and your father didn't keep many things in there since yami moved in, so the door swung open easily.
"yami?" you called, but your voice was barely audible above the rain and wind.
the shed was dark, and you couldn't see him, so you called again, louder this time, but still no answer.
ignoring his privacy in favour of getting out of the storm, you made your way to the loft, the rain pelting on the wooden roof muffling the outside slightly, save for the couple leaks that trickled through. this was the worst storm you'd seen in years, and you couldn't let him stay here.
placing your wet foot on a board, you hoisted yourself up to look for him. if only you had time, but the inside of the shed lit up, flashing through the grooves of the wood and nearly blinding you before the roof fell in.
you tried to scream as you lost your grip, but your voice failed you. the delayed thunder that followed crashed around you as you tumbled to the ground, but you never hit it. strong arms wrapped around your middle, but you were too shocked to do anything as you were dragged out of the ruined structure.
the ringing in your ears faded as you heard someone yelling—it was yami. your eyes shot up at him as he still held you.
"what the fuck were you doing?!" he shouted, but you just blinked at him.
the lip of his hat protected him from the rain more than you, but with the wind, it wasn't enough to keep his face and hair completely dry. his expression was angry, and you felt like shrinking away.
"i came to look for you." you said, but were too quiet.
yami just shook his head and dragged you to the house.
once inside the well-framed structure, you repeated yourself.
"i was worried," you said. "where were you anyway?"
"had to lock up the barn again; the chain's old, ‘didn't want it to give in the storm." he said and took off his hat.
he ran a hand down his wet face, a deep sigh hissing out through his teeth, before pinching his nose, as if he were annoyed at you coming to check on him.
"you can't be mad at me for worrying." you furrowed your brows.
"'m not, i just—" but he cut himself off upon looking at you.
his eyes snapped down to your chest, eyebrows immediately raising.
confused, you looked down to see that your soaked nightgown had become translucent from the water. the wet fabric clung to your body, outlining the curves of your hips and breasts, your nipples now protruded harshly as a result of the cold air.
even though you threw your arms around yourself, the damage was done. and upon a second glance, yami wasn't in a much better position, his chest and abs clearly on display through his ragged white shirt.
you just shut up.
"go take a shower." his voice was strained, and his eyes looked away from you. "dry yourself off."
"a—at least let me get you a towel first." you reasoned. there was only one bathroom in the house, so yami would have to wait for you anyway, and you quickly grabbed a towel from the linen closet to hand to him, trying not to stare too obviously at his exposed torso.
despite being in the hot shower, you could still hear the wind and rain hitting the house from outside. you knew your parents would be staying in town until the weather was clear, and you just hoped they had found a place to stay before it got too bad.
when you got out, you wrapped yourself in a towel with the intent to sprint to your room. you hadn't brought your clothes to the bathroom, so you couldn't tell yami to warm himself up until you went downstairs.
but upon closing your room door behind you, you notice the man sitting on your bed with the towel you gave him around his shoulder and only in his briefs, probably having tried to dry off before catching a cold. you yelled in surprise, holding the towel tighter around your body.
"what are you doing in my room!" you cried, and his eyes widened a fraction as you moved towards him on instinct to hit him. "get out!"
"shit—" he said, holding up his arms in defence. "didn't know it was your room!"
"pervert!" your face was burning with embarrassment as you closed your eyes and blindly swatted.
you were so distracted that you forgot about the storm outside. suddenly, a loud crack of thunder jolted you back to reality, drawing a startled yelp from your lips as you jumped back. heart pounding, you nearly jumped into the man, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. yami froze.
"you okay?" he asked slowly.
with a quick shake of your head, he sighed. his arms came around your waist and pulled you into his warm body, your own going around his shoulders and curling into him. as you buried your face in his chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming your racing pulse. the sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane created a soothing backdrop, gradually easing the tension in your body. In that moment, you found solace in his embrace, grateful for the sense of safety and comfort he provided, you weren't even aware that you crawled into his lap.
"it'll be alright." his deep voice comforted you as his large hand smoothed over your towel covered back.
you shifted on top of him as the wind battered against the house. the man holding you hissed, and you looked up at him with concern as you said, "yami?"
his eyes were screwed shut, jaw clenched, and hands were still against you. 
"don't—" he strained. "fuck—don't say my name right now."
you were confused and about to ask why when you felt the reason under your thigh. eyes now wide as you felt his erection through his thin briefs, you noticed yami's head turned away from you.
grinding down gently elicited another groan from the man before he stilled you with his hands on your hips.
"what do you think you're doing?" his eyes were dangerous as he looked down at your trembling form. the fear from the storm seemed to be drowned out by your arousal for the man, and you welcomed the feeling, far preferring it to the former.
you leaned forward, your legs straddling yami as you placed a soft kiss on his rough and unshaven cheek. he sucked in a breath, and you slowly leaned back to look up at him.
"if I start this," he warned you, "i won't stop."
you shook your head softly and said, "please don't stop."
and he attached his lips to yours, a surge of electricity shooting through your body and intensifying the already overwhelming desire between you. the storm raged on outside, but in that moment, nothing else mattered except themoment you shared with yami.
your body melted into his, allowing him to take over. his touch was both gentle and possessive, hands exploring every inch of your body as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. the intensity between you grew with each passing second, the world around you fading into oblivion as you surrendered completely to the intoxicating power of yami.
hips rocked into his again, the rhythm becoming more urgent and desperate. every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fire that consumed both of you. as the heat between you intensified, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the raw desire and overwhelming lust that bound you together in that moment.
yami's fingers trailed between your legs, and his lips swallowed your whimpers as he began to rub your clit. his touch was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine and causing your breath to hitch. the intensity of his caress intensified the already overwhelming pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each skillful stroke, yami's fingers danced across your most sensitive areas, heightening the sensations and driving your mind wild. as his lips continued to silence your moans of pleasure, you surrendered completely to his dominance.
"please." you whimpered into his mouth, never having felt this intense of a desire before. "please, more."
yami's eyes sparkled with a mixture of passion and adoration as he whispered, "i''ll give you everything, baby."
his touch became even more intense, coaxing out pleasure that you never knew existed. the world around you faded away as his touch left fire across you, leaving you breathless and craving more as you shuddered and came on his fingers.
yami's hands continued their skilled movements, prolonging your ecstasy until you were left trembling in his embrace. lost in the waves of pleasure, you realized that this was only the beginning of somethingyou never wanted to end.
your hands eagerly went to his boxers, clumsily groping his erection as you drew groans from his lips. yami tore off your towel, leaving you bare on top of him. as the heat between you intensified, Yami's lips found yours in a hungry kiss. the room filled with the sound of your combined moans, echoing your cries of desire. you yanked down his briefs, his cock slapping against his stomach and making your eyes widen at the size.
you gulped, suddenly fervoring, when yami's rough hand cupped the back of your head and coaxed you in a kiss.
"i got you, baby," he assured, and you nodded.
as his hand trailed down your body, sending shivers of anticipation through you, you couldn't help but feel a surge of trust and surrender. the intensity of the moment was overwhelming, but with yami's reassuring words, you knew you were in safe hands. he lifted you up easily, aligning you with his cock and slowly entering you. the aching stretch you felt, mixed with the raw passion between you and yami was electrifying. and despite your whimpers, you urged him to continue. every movement, every touch, sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. you surrendered completely to the moment, trusting that yami would take care of you and fulfill your every desire. in earnest, you drop yourself to cover him completely, whining in pain but just needing to feel as close as possible to him.
"fuck, gorgeous," he gritted through his teeth, holding you against him in a soothing manner.
he whispered sweet words of reassurance, promising to make the pain worth it. with each gentle stroke, he eased your discomfort and replaced it with a newfound intensity of pleasure. you let him bounce you on top of him, matching his rhythm and surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. the room filled with the symphony of your moans and his grunts as you both lost yourselves in each other. with every thrust, the pleasure escalated, pushing you both closer to the edge of ecstasy as your noises became more wanton.
"i—i didn't," you hiccuped in pleasure, gripping his broad shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself, completely addicted to the spots he could reach inside of oyu. "didn't know it could feel this good."
"fuck, baby, you're perfect." he grunted and captured your lips for another kiss.
the intensity of his words sent shivers down your spine and you knew this was a moment of pure bliss that you never wanted to end. you felt an unfamiliar tightness in your stomach, aching for release as the pleasure continued to build. the overwhelming sensation consumed you, making it impossible to think of anything else except yami's burning touch.
you began to cry, not knowing how to handle the torrent of pleasure coursing through you when his thumb came back to circle your clit. your tears mixed with the sweat on your flushed skin as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment. throwing out a hiccuped warning, yami just encouraged you to let go and let him bring you to bliss.
as you let go of all inhibitions, your body trembled with each stroke of his thumb. the world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the raw ecstasy that yami's touch left. every nerve ending was on fire, every sensation heightened to an almost unbearable level. in that moment, you knew that surrendering to yami meant surrendering to pure pleasure, unlike anything you had ever experienced before. and you cried his name as you came, gripping onto him for dear life as he guided you through the high.
as the waves of pleasure subsided, you found yourself breathless and completely consumed by the intensity of the moment. yami's touch had unlocked a realm of pleasure you never knew existed, leaving you yearning for more of his intoxicating embrace.
with another breathless kiss, you collapsed against him, letting him hold you up as your eyes drifted to the window, only to see that the raging storm had turned into a mild shower.
"thank you," you croaked out, nuzzling into his warm touch.
"always, baby." his breathing was uneven, "i'll always be here for you."
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Fxtavang(passionate) | Part One
A/N: So this is the accumulation of multiple different ideas that I’ve had cooking since December- I somehow managed to roll them into one giant clusterfuck. Enemies to lovers(ish), A/B/O, Warrior! Reader. All of it. I hope ya'll enjoy the filth.
Word Count: 10 k+
Warnings: Talks of secondary Gender. Sexual tension. Alien Sex. Alien Genetalia. Bottom Neteyam. Subby Neteyam. Femdom. Oral sex(male recieving) Fingering(male receiving)
Summary: Neteyam can't stand you. Or at least that’s what he tells everyone else. It's getting harder to force himself to believe the lie. Omega Neteyam x Alpha! Female! Reader
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We do not exist in
Any other instant
Here in this dimension
You and I are meant to be- Stay Ready(What a Life) Jhene Aiko, Kendrick Lamar
Life in Awa’atlu starts early, even before the rays of the sun touch the crystalline waves, the village is stirring with life. Fishermen casting their nets, sails being pulled taut. The fkio(bird-like creatures) caterwaul between each other in the Sherbert sky; the only sounds piercing the still quiet of the morning eclipse.
Neteyam had thought the forest awoke early, but no. It was no comparison to Island. The ocean never slept; the waves consistent in their movement. Rhythmic like a beating heart. He still hasn't quite gotten used to it.
This particular morning was no different.
He awoke in his corner of the family Mauri, rubbing at his sleep crusted eyes. His siblings were still asleep, tucked soundly in their blankets. His mother is molasses slow, only his father truly awake. “Too many years in the military” Jake had always claimed. He could never sleep much at all- was the first up and the last down.
Jake offers a molded clay cup full of strong, dark violet leaf tea to him, as he does everyday. Brews a pot for the family as soon as he awakes. All of his children are caffeine addicts, much to Neytiri’s chagrin.
Neteyam grumbles his gratefulness before taking it and chugging at the bitter contents. Needing the energizing boost before he starts his daily duties.
“Tonowari’s girl still riding you hard?” Jake wonders and Neteyam almost spits out his tea at the mental image it conjures.
The vulgar dreams he had just woken from.
How he wishes that you were riding him. Hard as you could. As often as possible.
He doesn't tell his father that of course, instead keeps it easy and casual. The older man is a soldier through and through and training is one of his favorite topics to discuss.
“Y/N’s not an easy mentor, no. But I enjoy the fact that she doesnt baby me”
“Yeah, she wouldn't. Her dad’s Omega, they’re not held back with kiddie gloves here. I just wanna make sure she’s not being too hard on you. I know that you didn't get along with her when we first got here-” Jake is working on repairing Tuk’s tweng, the kid is growing so fast these days. He’s not watching his eldest son's face, if he could he’d be able to see the deception clear as day on Neteyam’s expression.
“She’s fine. Our sessions are almost over. I can't say that I’ll miss them much.”
Lie. Biggest fattest lie. The words taste acidic in his mouth.
“Yeah, her and that brother of hers have an attitude, that’s for sure. Make sure to stay on her good side. She’ll be the next chief” Jake gives his eldest a pointed look and Neteyam nods.
Yes sir, noted.
Neteyam completes his morning tasks quickly. Makes sure his bed roll is tucked away, that the loincloth he selects for the day is clean and the leather straps are secured tightly. His face is washed, and braids are neat- desperately in need of maintenance, but neat. He wonders if Kiri would fix them for him, the process of it is long and grueling and she did only sort him out weeks ago-
But the saltwater is rough on his hair. He wonders if it will ever acclimate.
Lo’ak would give him shit if he was awake- not that that skxwng was ever up before the horn for communal breakfast was sounded. His little brother liked to tease Neteyam about his vanity-
“We get it. You’re pretty, bro. Why don't you put on some lipstick while you’re at it”
It had caused many a scuffle between the two, and usually ended with Neteyam pinning the younger to the ground, face down, demanding that he took it back. Lo’aks arm’s bent behind his back at precarious angles- not released until he groveled for mercy.
It was no secret that Neteyam could be…prickly about his secondary gender. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his designation, no. There was no shame in being an Omega. It was all of the stupid societal stigmas that came with it. Omegas are supposed to be soft and docile. Family oriented and submissive-
Neteyam had rebelled against it for as long as he could remember. He wasn't going to sit at home and weave blankets(although his weaving skills were admittedly par excellence). From the moment he could get his hands on a bow, he knew what his role in the clan would be.
Hunter. Warrior. Protector. Future Olo’eyktan.
He’d fought, tooth and nail, against any doubts that were thrown his way.
Dubbed the youngest Omiticaya to ever make a clean kill, his prowess on ikran back unmatched. His Iknimaya had almost been uneventful, for he’d completed any tasks thrown at him with the ease that even some twice his age didn't possess. Then, when the humans came back, resuming their reign of terror on the planet of Pandora, he’d shocked everyone again. War was not easy, but battle strategy was something that came naturally to Neteyam- he was dangerous. A weapon made of flesh gliding amongst the clouds.
All of that seemed so futile now.
Having to start fresh was painfully unfair.
It meant having to work twice as hard as any Beta or Alpha, again, to prove his worth.
He tried not to be too bitter about it, the vicious uprooting from The Forest was something that would sit in his belly like stones forever, but he couldn't dwell on it if he wanted to build a life for himself here.
“Neteyam, shouldn't you be ;eavomg soon?” Neytiri’s soft, accented voice breaks him out of his thoughts “The dawn has broken, you’ll be late for training.”
Fuck.
He snatches up his borrowed spear in a flurry of movement, eager to get down to the beach, He can't be late again.
“Eat something first, Ma ‘Itan! Where will your strength come from? I’ll make you a meal” She insists, pan searing a slab of meat from a recent hunt. Her eyes are sharp and usually he wouldn't deny her.
He’s always gone these days, before the sun fully shines. Back when the sky has broken out into stars. Keen to be on his way.
More preoccupied with training then anything else.
“I will grab something on the way, do not worry. Be back before evening eclipse, promise!” He slips, lithe and easy, out of the Mauri. Ignoring his mother's protesting hisses and his father's low chuckle.
As much as the parental love was appreciated- he always has to bite his tongue. He’s not a child, he’s nearly twenty for Christ's sake.
The netted pathways that interconnect the village had once confused him, but now he walks them surely. Knowing he wont get lost as he had in the past. Almost no one gawk's at him anymore which is admittedly nice. He’ll never quite fit in, dark indigo in a sea of teal, but he’s a familiar oddity now. Mothers no longer pull their children away when the Sully’s pass, and he even gets a few off handed waves.
He supposes it’s probably your doing.
He’d never forget the day he’d watch you tackle a warrior twice your size to the ground, your blade gleaming dangerously as you pressed it against his throat. “They are our people now! Why do you mock your own, you ignorant swine. Do you need me to teach you the meaning of Uturu? Or should I find my father and let him know that you disregard the word of Olo’eyktan?”
Neteyam’s stomach flops as he thinks back on the memory, on the look in your eyes. On the efficiency in which you commanded respect.
He both hated and admired it about you. That spitfire attitude and silver tongue.
Alpha’s like you have always turned him off; too loud and obnoxious for his taste. When you’d first met admittedly, he’d turned up his nose. Uninterested in the Alpha daughter of Olo’eyktan Tonowari and Tsahik Ronal. Even during group training, he was polite but obviously uninterested in forming any kind of friendship with you.
When you’d offered him one on one’s he’d almost declined. Only the promise of teaching him the ways of the reef warriors kept him from saying no. You’d help him pass his Metkayinan Iknimaya, that was the only reason he’s spending so much time with you.
That’s what he tells everyone.
And definitely what he tells himself.
Because surely Neteyam can't admit that he awakes in the morning over eager to see your pretty face.
That he sneaks away at night to hide among the tall overgrown palms behind the village. Biting his lips bloody as he plays with his slit until his hard cock slips free from the protection of his body…the whole time he brings himself closer to that pleasured edge all he can think about is you. Chokes on your name as he comes all over his own hands.
He forces all of that down.
He’s always been good at pretending that he doesn't have room for feelings, and between the spray of bullets and the pressure of becoming the future leader of his clan, that had been his truth. There had been no time for courting, much less mating, back home. Yeah, since he’d noticed his affinity for female Alpha’s he’d been attracted to many Omiticayan women- but nothing like this.
You’d wormed your way under his skin.
He has a terrible crush on you.
You’re waiting for him on the beach, at the edge of the village. Peeling apart pieces of a fruit, eating distractedly. When your eyes land on him they brighten with interest.
You’re gorgeous, though not at all what he was used to when it came to Alpha women.
The ones back home were tall and hard. Their beauty almost severe. At the other end of the spectrum lies you. Short and thick, your shoulders and hips wide. Your body built for the waves, the layer of blubber giving you a softness that fascinated him to no end. Your face is extremely similar to that of both your mother and sister Tsireya, features delicate and feminine. Full cheeks, plush lips and giant green eyes.
You could pass for an Omega yourself, if it wasn't for that cocksure way that you held yourself and your distinctly Alpha scent. Potent and musky. He wants to sample it from the source, press his nose against one of your scent glands. The one in your neck. Or maybe the one in your inner thigh, right between your legs-
“Good morning” he greets good naturedly as approaches. Neutral. Like you don't send him into pre-heat every time you’re around him.
You huff a little, rolling your eyes. Expression bored. Your resting bitch face rivals your mothers. “Mhmm. You’re late, again.”
“I-uh I apologize. We can train longer into the evening, to make up for it, if you wanted to” He doesn't like making excuses, but he can't exactly tell you that he was up all-night think about how well you’d fuck him. “I didn't mean to waste your time.”
You're silent for a moment, appraising him. He catches you doing it all the time, but it never gets any less nerve wrecking.-
You’d been a lot more lenient with him lately, the months of getting to know each other softening you, but still. He probably pissed you off. He needed to get it together, you were taking the time out of your busy schedule to take care of him. He’s about to tailspin into more frantic apologies when he notices your shoulders shaking.
A smile breaks across your pretty face, fangs sharp. Coy and playful- your true nature coming to the surface.
“I'm just teasing!” you laugh, eyes rolling “Come on, Tey. We spend nearly every day together and you still can't tell when I’m playing with you?”
The worst part about Neteyam’s not so little crush?
He’s pretty sure you’re aware of it.
“Ha-ha very funny Y/N. I’m barley awake, give me a fucking break” Neteyam drawls back, as he makes a start for the small sailboat that's tied to the docs.
You’d taught him how to sail early in your training, he enjoys it. It’s all muscle memory, learned skill that he’d honed after days full of island hopping. Hunting in the shallows and the deep alike, coming back with abundant hauls for the people. He wouldn't even be allowed outside the reef without you.
“Did you eat breakfast today?” You inquire, and his hands freeze mid knot.
“Not really, but I figured I’d catch something. It’s fine-”
“Here. No wonder you forest people are so damn skinny, you never eat!” you offer him the other half of the large fruit that you’d peeled. It's a simple gesture. You do it without even thinking much of it.
“Irayo ”Neteyam is sure that he’ll think about it non-stop. He takes a big bite of the sweet fruit, if only to hide his warm cheeks for a moment.
“I thought we’d work more with the Tsurak’s today. You mastered the bond, but your riding underwater still rough” You chatter mindlessly while he desperately tries not to stare at the side of your face. At the gorgeous intertwining ink of the tattoos that swirl around your cheekbone.
He’s so fucked.
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The open ocean is unforgiving. There's no cover from the blistering sun as there was in the forest, no shade to hide behind. Just the wide expanse of never ending blue.
Training with you is intense. Long hours bleed away as you mold him into perfection. Correcting his form, teaching him how to move with the crests of the waves instead of against them. Tsurak riding is different from Ikran. It's more physical, he has to use every part of his body to control the squawking beast. By the end of the long day his muscles are screaming in protest.
You call it after he hits the water at an odd angle, completely knocking the breath out of himself. He can't even protest too much, instead gasping for air to refill his tired lungs.
“That was the last one, come. We’re done for the day, let's go find somewhere to do our decompressions”
There are endless islands that dot the Eastern Seaboard of Pandora. Some large with dense flora and fauna, others small barely there things that get swept away with the changing tides.
With your guideship the two of you make port on one of the smaller ones. On decent sized white sand beach with a tree line full of fruit trees. He's more than happy to plop down on the soft ground, watching as you secure the boat, throwing his arm over his head to block out the bright sun,
“Get your lazy ass up” you command him with a smile.
He groans in protest, not removing his arm.
“Build us a fire, maybe gather some fruit. Those are Yovo trees- I’m going to go hunt us some lunch” You continue not at all phased by his dramatics.
His head perks up at that, ears swiveling as he gives you a pointed look “I can hunt for myself, you know.”
He doesn't want you to think he’s useless, that he’s a needy Omega who needs an Alpha to feed him or else he’ll starve.
“I know” you respond simply. Easily. It wasn't even on your mind. “You can build fires faster than I can and those fruit are high in the trees. You know I’m shit at climbing.”
You’re not afraid to say it; that he's better at certain things. Your designation usually comes with a supersized ego. Alpha’s can do no wrong, or so they think.
It’s refreshing. Being around you is so different from anything he’s ever known.
“You’re right, your absolute shit. Go get us some lunch, I'll do the climbing so that you don't break your neck” He grumbles as he sits up and you pat his head fondly as you pass.
He can't help but watch as you go back to the water, spear in hand. The ever seductive swing of your hips. The way your wide tail sways. His fingers clench with their need to touch. He decides to put them to use elsewhere and starts on getting a fire going.
After training you always make sure the two of you decompress. It’s an important part of the day. At first it had been an oddity to him- that you were willing to waste anymore of your time on him. An hour or two of eating, and meditating. Working on breathing techniques and weaving Metkayina lore.
The closer the two of you had become, the more he looked forward to this part of the day. It felt sacred and he reveled in the intimacy of it all.
He debones and grills the succulent fish that you caught over the flames and you prepare the fruits, skinning them and cutting them up nice and small. It’s grossly domestic. He wonders if this is what life would be like with you in your Mauri. Every hour of everyday a little piece of bliss just like this.
He forces those feelings away. Or at least tries to.
The late lunch you share is delicious and Neteyam feels heavy and sated after it. You let him laze like a cat while he digests.
“Neteyam!” you suck your teeth, disapprovingly as you look over him.
“Hmm?” His yellow eyes search yours, following your line of sight. The side of his body is covered in tiny bleeding little cuts, rubbed raw and more annoying than painful. He’d had far worse. “Oh that? It’s fine, I hit the coral a couple times when I fell off Xtrala. No big deal”
The female Tsurak he’d bonded with had a bit of a wind streak. He didn’t mind, he enjoyed the challenge.
You flash your canines at him as you hiss in displeasure, reaching for your satchel. “No big deal, huh? Most of the coral out here is poisonous, you idiot. Do you not listen to a single thing I say?”
You rummage around in the bag, pulling out a jar of thick pale yellow paste. Your mother's creation, he assumes.
“They barely even sting” he insists, trying to keep the cool, calm and collected front going. You ignore him of course and dip your fingers in the mixture.
“If we don't get this on them they’ll get infected. Then my parents will give me flack for letting you get such a stupid injury” you gesture for him to come closer, to scootch right into your personal space “Come here”
Isn't it pathetic how fast he does?
Instantly maneuvering his body right to yours the moment you ask. You're sitting crisscrossed, and he falls in until his shins are almost touching your own.
You tut, eyes rolling as your hands go to his shoulders, pushing him to lie down before turning him on his side, the scratches facing up and towards you as you lean in close to inspect them. Its casual dominance, man handling him in the most gentle way.
His heartbeat starts to flutter in his throat. His tail swaying eagerly behind him, completely out of his control.
You're efficient with your fingers, smearing the concoction in a thick layer over his marred skin. It's supposed to be completely medical, friendly. Platonic.
To him it's anything but.
He can't tell if the tingles erupting all over the his skin is from the numbing effect of the cream or from you being so close to him.
“Your mom teach you how to do this?” Neteyam’s voice is low, like he doesn't want to break your concentration. That cute little crease between your brows doesn't falter, your nose scrunched up as you attend to him.
He wants to be the object of your attention like this all the time. It feels so good to have you fretting over him and only him.
“Mhmm, a good Olo’eykte knows a bit of everything. Healing has always been my sister's forte, but I can do a small amount of it here and there” you hum, your voice so sweet.
He wonders if the rest of the clan knows how soft you can be. You are the daughter of the chief, the next leader yourself. You don't let your guard down like this when the two of you are back in the village. Never, all those months ago when him and his family had arrived, would he have expected to be blessed enough to be let into your inner circle. Trusted enough to see you as you truly are.
Its hypnotic, your caring eyes. The way that you dote on him. He falls under some kind of a trance, pushing his body more into your hands. Becoming putty like as you run the tips of your fingers all over-
They stray away from his side, sprawled over his ribs. Tracing the hard lines of his strong abdominals, his sternum. Exploring with firm massaging touch. Both of your breaths hitch when you run your thumb nail over his pert nipple-
“Neteyam” you whisper, desperation laced. Your gnawing on your full bottom lip and staring down at him as though he’s one of the ocean deities you loved to talk about so much.
“You were taught well. You’re making me feel so good” He encourages you, leaning even closer, his head resting against your knee, his breath fanning against your strong calf.
This position isn't new for the two of you.
It's been happening for weeks.
You find any excuse to touch him; and he finds any to let you.
You’d always been hands on during training but your touch had started lingering on his broad shoulders, skimming down his waist. Holding him just for the sake of it- claiming you were correcting his form when really you just wanted an excuse to squeeze his supple flesh in your palms. Most days he returned to the village shivery and disoriented, throbbing between his legs.
“I make you feel good?” you inquire, a smirk marring your features. You look like your little brother. A mirror of Ao’nung. Same small mole above your lip and all.
Neteyam scoffs, turning his head before he replies “I think you know exactly how you make me feel. It’s not really fair”
He can't look at you while he speaks, instead he stares at the sky. It's getting late in the day, you’ll need to head back soon if you want to make it back to the big island before the eclipse.
“Look at me, Forest boy” you call for him, and he stubbornly keeps his gaze avoided.
He’s still pressed so close that he can feel your body warmth, your small fingers have stopped dancing along his torso. Have settled on the center of his chest, tracing mindless patterns into his dark skin.
“It’s just cruel; I know it doesn't mean anything. You don't have to worry about me getting…confused or anything” he continues, “I’ve seen you flirt with everyone like this. I know I’m not special…so you should stop distracting me”
“It’s actually you who’s distracting me. How am I supposed to get anything done when you’re so gorgeous? I promise there is no one else on the Big Island that I think is even a fraction of how special you are” it's a saccharine croon and he hisses at it. Stupid Alphas and their flirty nature. It’s maddening.
“Just on the Big Island?” comes a muttered response, low under his breath.
You giggle “Has anyone ever told you that you’re extremely dramatic?”
He sputters, eyes finally meeting yours. Challenge burning in is golden orbs “Why do you say that? Because I’m an Omega?”
A bit of the mirth leaves you, your hand sliding up to cup his cheek. Cupping it firmly, meaningfully, before you speak.
“The only one who really cares about your designation here is you. How many times have I told you that it doesn't matter to me?”
He chews it over. Your words are sincere, or at least he thinks they are. But the long decades of fighting against his inner nature won't be broken down in a matter of what? A few months with a pretty Alpha who spins pretty words?
Your tumb runs along the delicate skin under his eye before you pull away with a sigh. He chases your touch, just a little. Upset with himself and his treacherous mouth that had made you pull away.
“I know that the Omiticaya are more traditional- and I respect that. Really. But here being an Omega does not mean anything less. You are no less a warrior.No less clans member, No less a man. My father is the greatest Olo’eyktan we Metkayina have ever seen, no one undermines him just because he is Omegan. He is beloved by all” There's a fire that burns inside of you, a constant simmer. It reflects in your eyes when you speak of things your passionate about.
Your favorite hunting spear passed down from your Grandmother. Your family. Your Tulkun spirit sister that he’s yet to meet.
And him.
That passion burns bright when you talk about him.
“If anyone disrespects you, I'll slit their throats, Neteyam. You know I would” You whisper conspiratorially. The cherry on top of it all.
Is it horrible that it’s that statement that turns him on the most?
Maybe because he believes it. You’d take care of him, wouldn't you? Isn't that what you’d been trying to do since he and his family arrived?
That day you’d tackled that knothead in the middle of the village, demanding that he treat the Sullys with decency. The timbre of your screams as you berated your baby brother for leaving Lo’ak beyond the reef. Your encouraging nature, the cheers you give him and his siblings when they accomplish any small Metkayinan lesson
“Let’s not get hasty and commit murder” Neteyam starts, scared shitless. Because if you’re yanking his chain, it will hurt something fierce. He wants to let you in, if just a little “I’m still getting used to the fact that I don't have to fight so hard for respect here. I get really in my head about it sometimes,”
“No shit”
“Hey. I'm trying to thank you. For giving me some perspective”
“Hmm. Try harder, Forest boy”
Theres a moment of stillness before Neteyam reaches out slowly and grabs your hand, the one that had retreated, and places it back on his skin. Your warm palm against the smooth planes of his pec once more feels so nice.
He’s not good with his words, they get jumbled. Always had. He’d get nervous and anything he’d meant to say would come out odd and skewed. He hadn't had many real friends back in the jungle for this very reason. His awkwardness could easily be mistaken for standoffishness.
He hopes his body language is better.
You resume your exploration as though he’d never stopped you. Your fingers assaulting him once more. Slow this time. Savoring it, as though you’re scared, he’ll push you away once more- even though it’s quite the opposite really. He wants your touch back on his nipple, the nub still hard and pulsing for attention. Or maybe you’ll be bold, as usual, and trail lower…
Your fingers grasp at his jaw instead, holding his head still and at just the right angle before you lean down, so close the flat of your nose runs against his own. He prepares for your kiss, his eyes sliding closed and his lips pursing in obvious offering. He cant help but hold his breath-
The kisses he’d had in the past were messy and inexperienced, hurried and left him feeling jipped and confused.
Your mouth presses to his, moist and plush. The kiss is slow, your lips brushing his in soft little bursts, sending jolts of electricity down his spine, the possessive grip you have on his jaw unwavering. When your tongue swipes at his upper lip at the same time that you tighten your grip- his little sighs are something he can’t control. You taste good as you dominate his mouth, unhurried as you steal the air from his lungs.
Giving him just a moment to catch his breath, to push you away if he pleased, you lick at his semi chapped bottom lip, before going back in for more.
The two of you get lost in each other.
His well-built arms twine around your neck, pulling you closer, tugging you down on top of him. All that warm sun baked teal skin on his feels so nice, he hums little sounds of appreciation in between the wet smacks. Your hands aren't still for more than a few seconds at a time, they’re everywhere. Too much uncharted territory to map out. Leaving hot scorching trails all over his body. Greedy, like you can't get enough of the muscle and sinew under your fingers. When you reach for the leather straps of his tweng, he gasps, but raises his hips anyway. Fully intending on helping you get it off of him-
The com, ever present around his neck, crackles to staticky life.
“Devil Dog to Pathfinder, you read me? Over.” Neteyams fathers electronic voice breaks him from his reverie, and with a heavy sigh, he pulls away.
You grunt, moving from his mouth down the hinge of his shap jaw, nipping at the hypersensitive place behind his ear-
He can barely breathe. His head’s spinning. He’s torn, knows he needs to recompose himself enough to reply to his dad and he can't do that when you’re licking at the place behind his braids- and yet he has his hands twined in your hair. Pressing you closer. His thighs falling open, letting you slip a firm leg between them-
“Pathfinder, do you read me? Over.”
“Ugh” You groan, wrenching yourself from him, and he mourns the loss of your scorching body heat instantaneously. The breeze that runs along his form once your sticky skin leaves his makes him shiver.
His chest is heaving erratically, and he wonders if he looks as out of control as he feels. Lips swollen and spit slick and golden eyes low and fluttery.
“Answer your dad” you command, voice husky and he reaches for you again. You avoid his grabby hands, backing up on your knees with a strained giggle “Answer your dad before I spread your legs and fuck you right here, Neteyam. I’m serious”
He chokes on a groan, his teeth gritting at your vulgar words. He wants it so desperately. His cock is hard under his loincloth, he can feel it poking out from his slit. It would be so easy for you to pull it out and sit on it. His eyes slam closed, no longer able to even look at you if he has any chance of calming down.
Rotting flesh. Blown ear drums from explosions. His grandma.
He thinks of unpleasant things to get his erection to go down and wills all of his blood to stop rushing south . Musters all of the composure he can before he presses his fingers to the device on his throat and replies. “Pathfinder to Devil Dog. I read you. What do you need? Over”
“Your mom wants you to come home, she spotted a small herd of Yerik on her flight. We’re hunting tonight. Over”
Fucking hell. It’s not fair.
“On my way. Over” Neteyam wants to stay on this secluded little island with you forever. Wants to throw his com into the ocean. Instead he assures his family that he’ll be home soon.
“See ya soon, son. You sound winded. Make sure to stay hydrated. Over”
Your laughter is chiming at that last bit and Neteyam cant help but crack a smile of his own.
When he can breathe semi normally and take in his surroundings, he realizes just how much time had passed. The sky is starting to streak with darkness, the sea choppier as the nightly tide starts to roll in.
“Come on, Pathfinder. I better get you home” You taunt as you start to stand and Neteyam knows his face falls, the frown that pulls on his lips deep. He can't believe that he finally got to kiss you- and that somehow, as usual, his family stood in the way. He’d been cockblocked by his dad for fucks sake.
“I’ll never understand that blasted tawtute(human, derogatory) sorcery” You grumble, eyeing his neck suspiciously and Neteyam reaches up to run his fingers along the choker like com.
“It’s not socery, Y/N. its tech. It comes in handy…sometimes ”Not now, not when he’d finally had your tongue down his throat and your body on top of his.
“Hmm. If you say so. Let’s head out, I’d hate to face the wrath of Toruk Makto” you reach out your dainty hand, helping pull him up with a smile. Your body is small but compact, far stronger than it appears. You pull him up with ease before fretting over his skewed braids.
He tries not to preen under the attention. It feels so innocent after the way that you had been touching him just moments ago-
“Ugh. Y/N. What are you-?” He hisses as you reach between his thighs and grab his flagging bulge firmly. He’s still hot and pulsing there and the surprise pang of pleasure is almost painful.
“This is mine, huh? All because of me?” you look up at him with that smirk of yours. He can only nod, not trusting his voice. Shocked at the blatant claim that you’re lying on him.
You massage the tweng covered flesh between his legs and Neteyam just winces, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. He doesn't know if he’s going to push you away or pull you in again.
You don't say anything for a long moment, just stare into his eyes as you stroke him back to nearly full hardness before abruptly stopping. “Can I be blunt?”
He almost splutters. How much blunter can you be? You’re literally holding him by the most sensitive, secretive part of himself “Um, yes?”
“I will help you pass your Iknimaya, and then I want to court you. I can't start the courting until your rebirth from the oceans. Would that be okay with you? Because from the way you feel in my hand, I think it’s okay”
What?
Court him?
But you’re going to be the next clan leader and he’s some outsider from halfway across Pandora-
“Y/N-”
“Mmm. No. I don't want one of your lectures or for you to go into big brother mode on me. I’m simply letting you know my intentions. I’m going to shower you in gifts and knot you until you let that great big chip on your shoulders go” You promise. It’s a simple one, or at least that’s how you make it sound. He knows better. He should know better.
And yet the very idea of wearing pretty jewelry you’d crafted for him or being knotted and locked inside your tight pussy is enough to have releasing of all sense of rationality.
Neteyam can feel his ears burn and lie close to his head with embarrassment, completely flustered. “You're too much” he tries to laugh it off but that intensity about you makes his skin crawl.
“Stop pretending like you don’t enjoy it” you taunt before letting go of his hardness and bringing the warm hand up to pat at his cheek, almost condescendingly. “Get freshened up and help me cast the sails. I’ll have you back before the eclipse. I’d hate to face the wrath of Toruk Makto”
His head feels heavy and he can't quite break out of the haze you’d put him in.
He follows you like a viperwolf pup.
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The daze doesn't let up.
Weeks go by and his heart can barely take it.
You do exactly what you said you would; continue to prep him for his rites, you're training more vigorous than ever. His shoulders were broader than ever, leading to a tapered waist, his form agile and efficient in the water. He’d all but mastered riding
You also shower him in gifts; ones that leave his eyes wet with grateful tears. An intricately crafted armband that drips with multicolored sea glass and looks like it took ages to make. Baskets of Melon Tree fruit and beautifully weaved blankets. His favorite gift being a new spear. The weapon much sturdier and more ornate than the hand me down, borrowed one he’d been using. He’d almost not been able to accept it, he’d shook his head and gaped at it until you kissed him silly and told him he’d need it. A true symbol of being a Reef Warrior.
Jake and Neytiri watch it all with knowing eyes. The gift giving, the looks the two of you share. The way that Neteyam sneaks away late at night and doesn't return until just before morning eclipse.
“The girl is courting you, yes? Your karyu(teacher)” Neytiri asks one night, the statement seemingly appearing out of thin air. It’s just the two of them, maintenancing the Ikran. He’s not even all that surprised at her sharp tone and knowing gaze.
He thinks that’s why your frank nature doesn't alarm him the way it might do so with others. His mother is Beta, and yet her straightforwardness rivals that of any Alpha. He’d been conditioned to headstrong women since he came out of the womb.
There’s really no point in lying “She is, yeah”
“And you are accepting it?” It’s not really phased as a question. Neytiri says it as though it is a fact, her observation skills keen.
Neteyam just shrugs, the tips of his feline ears feeling hot as they twitch.
“I thought you didn’t get along with her? You spoke of her with much disdain” his mother continues. To any it sounds like an interrogation. She hopes he knows that she just wishes to understand him better.
Neteyam feels a little guilty about that. About all of the times he had told everyone who would listen that he wanted nothing to do with you. He had been so confused about his feelings for you- had lashed out in the only way he knew how.
“I was wrong about her. She has been nothing but kind to me, and our family- . I…I didn’t know how to trust anyone here. Especially not an Alpha” Neteyam focuses on his task of oiling the leather of his Ikran riding gear as he speaks “She never makes me feel less. For being Omega”
Neytiri mulls that over. Nodding. Before responding after a moment “I know that Metkayina traditions are different but please, if you are being intimate do not feel like you cannot come to me. If you are not ready for children, I can assist with contraceptive tonics-”
It is not that he is embarrassed of these talks. Na’vi are freer with their sexuality, he wasn’t adverse to discussing it with his mom. His earthly raised father might be more hesitant, but Neytiri had raised her children to be open with her about all things.
Sex is nature, and nature is Eywa. The great mother encourages love and pleasure.
Pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, Neteyam groans irately.
That was the one promise you had yet to keep- and to be perfectly honest, it was driving him fucking crazy. You hadn't slept with him. Were trying to respect his fragile Omiticayan laurels. You wouldn't take him, no matter how much he threw himself at you.
He’s way past thinking it’s sweet that you’re trying to be respectful. He hates you for teasing him half out of his mind. “If that problem arises, I will let you know. As of now, I fear she is torturing me. And claiming it’s respect”
Neytiri laughs, wheezy and hard at her poor eldest sons predicament. In the back of her mind, she notes it. A little more open to the idea of welcoming you into her close family unit. Neytiri had been huffy that you, the daughter of the Olo’eyktan, had not begged permission to court her son to which Jake reminded her that she herself seduced him under the tree of souls all those years ago- Mo’at and Eytukan’s blessings nowhere to be found.
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It had become almost a nightly routine; sneaking out as the moons hung heavy in the dark sky. The glittering stars the only light illuminating his path.
Neteyam has to wait until everyone in the pod’s asleep, the cacophony of snores his tell. Once he’s sure his family has settled into REM, he slinks out of the front entrance. Years of finely tubing his hunting skills make him silent and quick on his feet. It’s all too easy to nimbly navigate the village and escape, unknowingly, into the tree line beyond the mangroves.
It’s not far of a walk, but deep enough into the tropical trees that he wasn’t too worried about being followed. The forest is familiar to him, even though the trees are different than the ones from home. He should feel a sense of peace along all of the familiarity- and instead his stomach is filled with shimmyflies. The excitement bubbling up into his throat.
It didn’t matter how much you guys did this, snuck away to hide in the shadows, the promise of your hands on his body and your lips on his made him dizzy with want.
He finds you in the clearing that the two of you had dubbed your own; surrounded by the thickest shrubbery that acted like some sort of privacy hedge. The Pandoran flora and fauna made the space glow iridescent and neon purple in the dark night. The reason why the two of you spend so much time there is because of the patch of plush grass and sand. Perfect to lie in-
You’re lounged there. Waiting for him. Curvy body sprawled out on a crocheted blanked, looking beyond ethereal in the glow.
You stare at the stars as you often do. Powdery eyes distracted and far away, deep in your own thoughts. He wonders, as he regularly does, if the stress of it all gets to you. It certainly used to get to him back when he was being groomed to be heir of his clan. You handle pressure so well that he forgets that you’re under it constantly.
That won’t do.
They can have you in the sunshine, under the harsh glare your responsibilities are clear and you tend to them.
Under the moonlight you’re his.
He creeps, feline and silent, ever closer-
“-Forest boy!” You exclaim in alarm, trying to sit up futilely. “What?!-“
He’d leapt from the shadows lighting quick. Using your distraction against you, before you even realized he was close he was already on top of you. Pinning you to the ground. His big hands around your finned wrists.
He giggles silently, amused and smug as he sits atop your legs. “Who’s the mighty warrior, hmm?”
The snarl you give him is reactionary. Your body arches under him, iris’s gleaming dangerously. You’re all Alpha. All apex predator, hardwired to fight anyone and anything that threatened your need to be in control-
And yet you relax a moment later. Sagging underneath him.
Neteyam’s core tingles, his tail flicking behind him, exhilarated at the obvious submission.
You stare up at him, arms pinned above your head, thighs spread and as he sits between them and he tries to imprint the sight somewhere deep. You’re so gorgeous, hair in flowing dark waves around your behind your shoulders and lips parted, a pink tongue running over them repeatedly.
“Say it” it’s supposed to be a demand, but instead it falls from him in a plea.
You smirk, your features going sharp and mean and he presses down on your wrists. Leaning further down.
“Say it” it’s a hiss, his nose against yours. Spit landing on your face.
There’s a tense moment- the forest quiet and atmosphere heavy. You’re a predator but so is he. One of a different kind. Underestimated- but no less deadly.
You acknowledge that in him. See it. Stroke that vicious creature in his chest the way that no one else ever had.
“You’re my mighty warrior, Sayrip(handsome). The mightiest I’ve ever come across” you reassure, about rubbing affectionately against his own. “I have the bruises from earlier to prove it”
Neteyam’s grin is shit eating. The cat that caught the canary. You always tell him exactly what he needs to hear. He’d known that he had done well earlier in group training with the other warriors, but it’s nice to hear you say it.
Lately he’s found that yours is the only opinion that he cares about.
“Sorry ‘bout that” he speaks right into your mouth, lips grazing your own.
“I’m sure” you snort- but before you can make any other retorts he closes that barely there distance. Slotting in between your legs perfectly and leaning his weight down on to you.
Kissing you feels like soaring. Like he’s flying amongst the Hallelujah Mountains.
It’s slow at first, like it always is. Both of you just want to taste and savor- but then the hunger sets in. He’s eager with his tongue, wants to taste the sweet cavern of your mouth. Once you let him in he’s sighing, keening as he sucks on your tongue, licks at your sharp teeth.
You’re truly starting to struggle. Wiggling underneath him, hands straining against his hold.
“Tey” you grunt as you pull away. He tries to recapture your lips but you turn away from him- instead he presses his face into your throat.
Your scent is concentrated there, pheromones free flowing from your scent gland with every beat of your heart.
It’s the salty sea. And jungle flowers. The herby musk of the beans that make his favorite tea. You smell like cozy nights when it’s raining and the sky is full of electricity. Both comfort and unchained freedom in one.
He moans and runs his wet tongue along your skin, licking the gland needily. It explodes on his tastebuds.
The loud, shocked squawk, unlady like and certainly unAlpha like.
And then you’re breaking his hold,so fucking strong. He doesn’t put up a fight and lets you go. Welcomes the feeling of your hands on his body like they’re supposed to be.
You paw at his broad back, appreciative of the tensing muscles there, all the while he’s suckling at your neck. Your pheromones are addicting as he swallows them down. Breathes them in and fills his lungs with them- drowning in you.
He wants to roll in your scent. To bathe in it. To wake up with it every morning surrounding him and isn’t that a revaluation all in it’s own.
He chokes as your small fingers begin to massage the base of his tail, rubbing on smooth little circles at the bottom of his spine. It sends tingles all the way up his spine, strumming against every vertebra- making his kuru ache.
It’s good enough to make his eyes cross, his slim hips thrusting roughly, bumping his covered cock into the warmth between your thick thighs. Ones he starts, he can’t atop. It feels too good, stimulating himself roughly with your own body while you play with his over sensitive tail.
“Hey. Slow down-“ you start, your touch leaving him and voice hesitant.
No.
Not tonight.
He couldn’t do it anymore.
He was pretty fucking sure at this point that you were this close to triggering his heat- months early. He was in a constant state of arousal, his crotch aching on and off throughout the day.
You were going to help him. Do something about what you’d caused. You had to.
He keeps thrusting, short little bursts, into your tweng covered cunt. He’d rather it be bare, rather be inside of you, but he’ll take what he can get. You’re hit and humid at the apex of your body, he can feel it between the layers of clothing.
“Neteyam-” that snarl in your tone coming back. And it’s not teasing anymore. It’s warning.
Your strong legs come around his waist, your calves trying to lock him in place. Take control of the situation.
He just nuzzles his face deeper into your shoulder, his knees digging into the earth as he grounded himself- giving himself the leverage to keep fucking between your thighs as hard as he possibly could.
He’d always hated begging. Was so far above it. Back home he’d been royalty- had spent his life wanting for nothing. And even so, even here where is status was low standing he would rather die then grovel. His pride was too great.
“Please Y/N” he whispers and once he starts, he can’t stop “please, please, please”
Your legs loosen from their hold and he thinks you might take pity on him. Might let him get what he needed.
Of course things can never be easy with you.
One moment he’s sloppily chasing his high, the next there’s vertigo, the confused feeling of being moved without his permission- before he lands on his back with a huff.
You’d managed to roll the two of you over, and you sit on top of him. Your thick thighs a cage around his middle. You gaze down at him with a look that’s filled with concern, wearing a frustrated frown frown
He groans, slamming his head back into the grass. Hopelessly.
“What the fuck was that?” You inquire sharply. When he doesn’t look at you grab his face, his lips purse as you squeeze his cheeks.
“Maybe I’m sick of being teased” he sounds like a petulant child. His smushed cheeks make it all the worse.
You sigh and release his face and he doesn’t know what to do. How to get you to take him. You want him- he can tell- so why are you torturing you both?
His hands go to your thighs, squeezing. It’s all pillowy flesh and hard muscle underneath. He wants them to smother him. He distracts him self by digging his fingers into them, watching them jiggle as he releases.
“I’m not meaning to tease you. Come on, you know that”
“So working me up until I feel like I’m dying every night isn’t teasing?” He scoffs “yeah, whatever”
“I’m trying to take it slow. Be respectful”
He doesn’t want to be respected, not like this. Not by you. “Why?”
“Huh?”
“Why do we have to go so slow? Is this how you’ve been with all your partners?” He spits that last bit. Defensive and jealous over thinking about you with anyone else… “Or is it because I’m a virgin?”
You look a little dumb. Sitting on top of him with that half-baked expression. Like you’re trying to figure out what it is you want to say. “Well yeah. Obviously”
A flash of anger surges through him. He doesn’t need an Alpha trying to control his decisions. He's not some saint-like virgin who doesn’t want to be touched. He’s just someone who’d managed to go into adulthood without being fucked.
He maneuvers you off of him.
“I don’t get what I’m doing wrong” you’re woeful as you sit next to him in the grass.
“Do you want to know why I haven’t slept with anybody?” He starts. This conversation is going to be embarrassing for him. He doesn’t want to have it, but feels it’s necessary. You’re an asshole for making this necessary.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to” you’re trying to be reassuring and calm but can smell your confused, semi hysterical hormones. There’s an Omega in distress and all you want to do is help.
You could sort all of this out by knotting him until he didn’t know his own name anymore, but alas.
“It’s not because I’m some pious freak. Yeah, the Omiticaya are more traditional but they don’t shun clans members that have pre-bonded sex, Y/N” he’s not happy as he speaks. You can tell by the way he wrings his hands, by the way his ears sit close to his braids “I’ve always had a lot going on. With my family. Even when I was younger I was always running after one of my siblings…and then the Sky People came back. It was- chaos. I barely had a moment to think, much less find anyone to mate with. And back home people only wanted to be around me because I was Olo’eyktan in training. Toruk Makto’s only Omega son”
He’s never seen you so quiet. You’re usually the loudest person in the room. Filling up any and all space with your musical voice and chiming laughter.
You give him the space to say what he needs to.
“I don’t trust easily. I knew what people wanted me for. No one cared about getting to know me, not really…and I’m not good at talking to people anyway. Ah” he’s frustrated. Tongue tying into knots as he tries to articulate the thoughts in his head.
How does he tell you that he’d been so introverted that he hadn’t had his first kiss until just after his 17th birthday?
That war had consumed his every minute and he hadn’t really been all that concerned about losing his virginity. Not until he met you.
Your hand slips into his lap, fingers interlacing with his as you wait for him to finish.
“You think that I’m a virgin because I wanted to be. I’m not. I just didn’t trust anyone enough to be with them that way” as he finishes his long-winded rant, something hangs in the air.
Something unsaid.
He didn’t trust anyone before.
But he trusted you.
You squeeze his hand tight and bring it to your lips. Kissing the top of it over and over.
“I don’t want to fuck this up. I want to do right by you” you admit. It sounds as vulnerable as he feels.
“Then stop trying to control this. Just be with me”
A lot of decisions in his life were taken from him, ripped away while he watched and mutely grieved. He wanted you, as close to him as possible. That was his, his desire. His prerogative. His choice.
You tug on his hand, bringing him back close, and hold him as you kiss him. Your tongue soothing, making him sigh. He’s so easy for this. For you.
Your bodies seem to fit together without thought, you roll atop of him and settling between his strong svelte legs happens seamlessly. Your lips never disconnect.
When you pull away, leaving him slick lipped and panting, he’s ready to admit defeat.
Instead, you hold his honeyed gaze as you reach behind yourself. Fiddling with the ties of your top until it falls off, your chest bare and on display.
Your breasts are pretty, full and topped with hard little nipples. He yearns to rub his cheek to your skin and can feel his erection stirring again.
“I can’t have sex with you yet- and that isn’t about you. It’s about me” you start as you slowly reach for the carob colored leather of his tweng. Giving him ample time to push you away if he pleases “You are not yet recognized as a fully fledged member of the clan. Soon, my sweet. But not yet”
He shivers as your fingertips trace his sensitive hips, tugging on the knots “W-what?”
“Just because I can’t fuck you doesn’t mean that I can’t make you feel good. I’m sorry for teasing , I won’t do that to you anymore” you coo apologetically, nimbly loosening his cloth until its pooling under him “Is this okay with you?”
Neteyam can only nod. Too nervous speak, not wanting to spoil this moment.
You tug the garment down his long legs and he fights the instant urge to close them, to shield himself. Instead, he takes a deep shaky breath, trying to ignore the heat flaming across his face.
“Shh” you smile, cupping his jaw and kissing him “It’s only me and you here, and I want to make it up to you”
And make it up you do.
Neteyam didn't think that anything could feel better then kissing you, then your lips on his, then you consuming his mouth. But as the kiss grows voracious, your hand slips down his body. Over the hard lines of muscle- and in between his spread legs.
“Oh” he hisses at the foreign feeling of you touching him where only his own fingers had been. His slit is swollen and puffy, his cock already peeking out. Tender and hypersensitive as you coax it all the way out from inside his body. “Oh, that feels. Ah-”
Male Omega’s have different anatomy and it’d never been anything he thought twice about. Just what he was born with, but as you work him over with your fingers, he thanks Eywa for all that he’d blessed him with. His long, hard cock. The way that you pump it slowly, paying special attention to the mushroom tip feels so nice. The slick that leaks all around, making his gash and puffy lips slippery and smooth. There’s so much stimulation.
He’s gasping wildly within minutes, clutching at desperately at the ground.
It's all so new. All so much better than he thought it would be.
When your head starts to follow that same path down his body, tongue dragging over his nipples. His ‘X’ shaped sternum. His concaving stomach and belly button- he can't bare it. Can't watch as you take the tip in your sinful mouth.
It doesn't matter how much he shrieks and writhes, you don't stop. The crude sloppy sounds of you choking yourself on his wet member echo around the trees, only interrupted by his wheezes. It’s not sweet or kind, the pleasure you give him is almost violent. It’s shameful, but he doesn't last very long at all, how could he? He’d wanted this so badly, and his untouched body had been on the brink of orgasm ever since you’d kissed him all those weeks ago back at the beach.
When your tricky fingers run over the tight ring of his hole he whites out.
His body goes tight as his orgasm washes over him in mind numbing waves. Your mouth fills with his cum. He grabs your hair firmly in both fists, holding your face still. Fucking your throat as he empties his entire being into you.
This feeling is transcending. He was a changed man, never to be the same. Floating somewhere above his body there's only one thing he can think of.
That he wants.
His turn to taste you.
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Okay so I literally have so much more of this written but handle but this first part already is 1100 words long. I had to cut it there. Fear not, I’m hella inspired and am planning to not only update but get this little three parter done in the next week or so!
Okay, I thought I’d give you some background on the A/B/O aspect of this story. Secondary gender is something that all Na’vi have- and although Male Omega’s and Female Alpha’s aren't as common, they’re far from rare.
Male Omega’s have an anatomy that looks similar to this. I’ve been obsessed with this artwork since I saw it. Alien biology is too fun not to play with. In my head they can both fuck and be fucked
A Female Alphas knot is actually internal and is able to lock down and keep things inside.
Still plotting and feeling this world and its rules out! Let me know what you guys think and any ideas you have. You know I love to brainstorm.
A List of the Avatar Characters and the Secondary Genders(in this story)
Jake- Avatars don't have secondary genders.
Neytiri- Beta
Lo’ak- Beta
Kiri-Beta
Tuk-Alpha
Tonowari-Omega
Ronal- Alpha
Tsireya- Alpha(shes actually my fave Alpha tbh!)
Ao’nung- Beta
Gonna take a moment right at the end here to talk about some of my favorite authors and creators that inspire me to not only hone my craft, but continue post on here at all! Give them a read if you need something beyond good to tide you over until the next chapter.
@tiredmamaissy is the literal blueprint for Na'vi ABO.
@hinataashoyos writes the best damn porn with plot in this fandom
@justasimps-blog literally writes my FAVORITE near canon version of the Avatar characters
@cinetrix YOUR AI ART INSPIRED ALL OF THIS. Got me frothing at the mouth and shit. Also her Ao'nung story has a great Dom! Female in it.
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teyamsatan · 10 months
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thinking of this
but also thinking of a somewhat hilarious scenario of neteyam faintly remembering jake awkwardly teaching him and lo'ak the many ways humans can pleasure a woman and so neteyam asks if he can put it into practice (oral, f receiving) and eventhough he's a bit awkward at first he gets spurred on by the praises (neteyam 100% has a praise kink) he's getting, so like the overachiever that he is, he pays attention to the reader's advice and teaching but also the smallest signs from her body that he's doing good
and staying true to his golden boy title, he's actually fucking good at it in first try
maybe this scenario dump can be.. the next part of the series? 👀 all up to you bae <3 ily
part II of my inexperienced neteyam series x
part I (x)
..because the gift of reciprocation can not only be learnt, but returned... many times fold. ;)
wc: 1.6k words
warnings: 18+, minors dni (smut, oral - f receiving, fingering), cursing, strong language
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It is a very well known fact among the clan, among his family, and among everyone who knew him, that Neteyam was the best at anything he put his mind to. Not because he was necessarily intrinsically good at everything, but because he always gave every challange a good college try. So after your first... lesson, one which blew Neteyam's mind and soul out of his body, that left him panting and whimpering and desperately needing more, he knew he wanted to be the best at this, too. The best. Your best.
This new all-consuming desire brought back memories, of being a little younger and more innocent, and having to sit through his father's sex ed lessons that he dreaded then, but now came to have a certain... appreciation for. He remembers faintly his father telling him how women have something called a clitoris, and how, if properly stimulated, can allow a girl to experiences unsurmoutable waves of pleasure, and that the best way to do it... is by putting your money where your mouth is... or in this case, putting your mouth where the jackpot is.
It was a sunny and calming day as you were basking in the sun rays that were peering in between the branches of the tall trees surrounding you, and you hummed quietly to yourself in muted contentment, Neteyam laying peacefully in your lap. He loved these moments, between friends who weren't quite friends, the undefined mystery of your relationship one he was dying to solve with every little clue that presented itself to him. The clue today was the soft, flowery scent that you emanated, that flooded his nostrils and his entire being, that begged to be smelled and felt, to be tasted and enjoyed like a ripe fruit on a summer's day.
"I want to learn." he blurts out, having to readjust his head a little as you rose from your position on the grass, your upper body now propped on your elbows, a taunting eyebrow raised and a small smirk blossoming on your face.
"Oh, yeah? And what would you like to learn, Neteyam?"
Ever since that first lesson, you struggled a little, keeping your composure around your friend. Somehow, your dynamic didn't really change, which you were thankful for, but you didn't want to push your luck, so you've waited... waited for him to make the first move, waited for him to decide whether your earlier... lapse in judgement was just that, or something more, something worth repeating. But it's been tough, knowing what you knew now, knowing what hid under his loincloth, knowing you could be showing him all the ways that he could fuck you dumb, the way you wanted, the way you needed... the way you craved. It's been particularly hard today, as his head was rested on your lap, the pressure on your groin leaving you a inadvertent flustered, wet mess. So while his words took you by surprise, it was a welcome surprise, one that you would make sure to enjoy every second of.
"You showed me... how good it can feel, how good you can make me feel. I want to learn... how good I can make you feel." he turned around, so his face was now facing your loincloth, and he pressed a small kiss over it, in between your thighs. You felt yourself clench around nothing and it took everything out of you not to moan at the gesture. You were surprised that he knew enough to ask for this, but excited to learn yourself what other secrets... and skills Neteyam was keeping from you.
"Alright. Let's see. Women, we... enjoy the build-up, the moments leading up to an orgasm maybe just as much as the actual act itself. So start slow... take your time, with caresses and gentle touc-... argh, fuck!" the feel of his tongue on your inner thigh tingled and burned, sending shocks through your system at the unfamiliar feeling, at the way he didn't even let you finish before he tried it for himself, before he already did something right. He positioned himself in between your legs, his head dangerously close to the area you most wanted him in, that he most wanted to be in. He was eager, so eager, and you were happy, as you always were that Neteyam was a dutiful student and masterful learner.
"Like this?" his soft caresses up and down your thighs, accompanied by small, peppered kisses on your lower abdomen were enough to make you pant in anticipation, enough to make the words hushed and breathy, enough to make you want to arch your back to give him better access to your body.
"Y-yes. Like that. Take off my tewng, Teyam. I don't think I'll need it anymore."
He did as he was told, skilled hands hooking in the fabric and undoing it until it was just a mess on the ground, like you hoping you would be soon. His breath hitched in his throat at your sight, at your plump, soaked folds, so soft, so new, so enticing... just like a ripened fruit on a warm summer's day. He only had one thought that reigned above all others, an unadulterated desire to taste you, to lap at the juices that smelled like all his best, wildest dreams come true, so that's what he did. And he realised quickly he must be doing something right when you moaned, your head pushed backwards and chest heaving erratically.
You tasted as good as you smelled, and Neteyam knew instantly he would not be able to live without this feeling, the feeling of your sweetness coating his tongue, of seeing your eyes roll in the back of your head, of the power that came with knowing only he got to see you like this, only he got to have his head in between your thighs and hear the sounds you made when he did.
"Imagine you're kissing someone's lips. Imagine you were kissing me, and it was amazing, and it felt intimate, and good, imagine you want to deepen the kiss, you want to make it last. Imagine that, and then do the same. Kiss me like you mean it, Teyam. Kiss me like you love me. Slowly, gently at first, wild and untamed later."
He let out a growl at your words, and how primal the way his body reacted to them was. He was hard now, rock hard, and he started slowly grinding on the ground to relief some of the overbearing pressure he was feeling. Once again, he was obediently attentive to your words, egged on by the filthy, nasty, beautiful sounds coming out of your pretty mouth, that he couldn't wait give the same treatment to, because fuck, he did mean it, and he did love you. And he would show you in any and every way he knew how, in any and every way he would soon learn, in any way you were willing to show him.
To say you were impressed with your friend would be the understatement of the century, as you were struggling to see straight with the way his tongue glided over your folds, the way he kissed and licked and sucked exactly in the way you wanted and needed, like he had a direct influx to your thoughts, to your body, like he knew it instinctively, like he was born to do this, born to know how to fuck you.
"I need you in me, Teyam. Fuck! I need -.. I need your fingers."
"My fingers?"
"Y-yeah, please! Two fingers, please, Teyam!"
This was no longer a lesson for him, you realised faintly, as it was a desperate attempt to give yourself the release that was so close you can practically touch it, see it, taste it. You didn't expect to cum today, or not for a while, as you taught him the convoluted and often contradictory ways of pleasuring a woman, but here you were, a writhing mess, grinding on his face, begging for more, to be filled by something else than the cock you dreamt about, that you knew you would get drunk on, that you were saving for a different lesson.
The stretch of his long, slender fingers was delicious and oh, so needed, and you squirmed under him at the added stimulation. You were close, and he could tell.
"You can slowly pump your fingers in and out of me... just like that, fuck!"
"Do I make you feel good, tìyawn?" you couldn't tell anymore if he was genuinely asking as a curiosity or because he knew that it would drive you crazy, but right now, you didn't care.
"Do I make you feel as good as you make me feel? Fuck, thinking of your pretty mouth around my cock, how well you felt as you sucked me dry, I just want to make you feel the same way."
"Y-yes, yes, shit! It feels so good, Teyam!"
Your hand found his hair that you entangled with your fingers, pushing his face down until it made contact with your clit, and he smirked as he circled it and sucked on it, continuing to move in and out of you and when, whether out of pure luck or inherent knowledge, he curled his fingers in exactly the right spot, you came, a loud, violent crash of current washing over you, electrifying your every nerve, rippling through your whole body, leaving you a limp, deeply satisfied mess on the ground, just like you wanted to be, like you hoped you would one day be.
"I'm definitely doing that again." he says with a smile, your slick covering his mouth, nose and chin, and you laughed, the insanity of the situation not lost on you, even in your state.
As you were laying on his chest, peering up at the sun once more, you realise you both learned something today. Neteyam learned how to give you head, and you learned that some things can't be taught, and that he really was indeed, good at everything.
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As You Wish, Chapter 5
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Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.
Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (though biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, angst, reference to divorce, kids doing sneaky things, references to babies, Uncle Javy and Uncle Rooster (because they deserve their own warnings)
PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR USE ANY PARTS OF MY WORK
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Breaker’s Beach, almost 12 years ago
In…out…in…out…
Jake timed his careful breathing to match the waves as they slowly danced towards the sand, the sky painted a beautiful cacophony of pinks, reds, purples, and yellows as the sun hovered just above the shoreline.
It was done. The papers had been signed and delivered to the courthouse, the judge had signed off on their custody arrangement, and her bags were packed and sitting by the front door of the house they shared – had shared. Now, it was time to say goodbye.
A bittersweet smile tugged at his lips as Abby’s peels of laughter rang across the near deserted beach, her toes being gently kissed by the cool water as Jake held her up over the cresting waves. He never thought it would end like this, not for them. Not for him and his sweet, beautiful wife and their two incredible daughters. They were supposed to be it, endgame, together forever. Whatever you want to call that couple who is just so blissfully happy together that no evil could possibly touch them. But points had been made and things had been said and enough tears had been shed to let him know that it was ending, whether either of them wanted it to or not.
His daughters were his only regret. Not having them, God no, he could never regret that. The very thought made him sick to his stomach. But knowing that this would be the last time he saw Abby for a long time made him…weak. His arms trembled at the notion that he wouldn’t be able to cuddle her against his chest before bedtime and his heart ached knowing that he would miss out on so many of her firsts.
Backing up a few steps, Jake sank down to sit on the damp sand and cuddled his daughter close.
“It ain’t gonna be forever, darlin’,” he murmured, thankful that she was too young to remember his voice cracking. “I’m gonna see you real soon, okay?” He pressed a kiss to her soft baby curls and felt a tear sneak down his cheek. “I’m sorry, darlin’…” His eyes clenched shut as more tears made a break for it and he tightened his hold on her, as though the last rays of sunlight stretching toward them would try to take her away from him, stealing the last few moments he would have with her.
Maybe he could go back to the house and give it one last try. Maybe he could convince her to stay, that they could work it out, that she didn’t have to leave the country, that it would be so much easier to do if they stayed in the same state. But that had been part of the problem, hadn’t it? And the judge had already agreed, with the provision that every effort was made to foster the relationship between the children and their parents. The papers had been signed and stamped, all black and white and professional. Buttercup got Abby, Jake got Charlie, and they would make provisions for visitation once the girls were a bit older and capable of traveling on their own. There was nothing to do now. There was nothing he could do now, no fancy maneuver to bail out at the last second, no nameless, faceless enemy he could strike down to save the day.
Sniffling slightly, Jake adjusted Abby, so she was facing him, and he traced his eyes over her features, committing them to memory. He knew that her features were the same as her sister’s, but she was her own person. The way she smiled and giggled, the way her nose scrunched up when she didn’t like something, it was all her. His Abby.
He trailed a single finger over her chubby cheek and she grabbed it, tugging it towards her gummy smile to gnaw on. Jake pulled her as close as he could to his chest without taking away her favourite teething toy and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her cheek.
“I love you, Abby,” he whispered in her ear. “Daddy loves you. He always has and he always will. Please never forget that.”
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Waco Airport, Now
Abby clutched her passport and boarding pass tightly in her hands as the plane taxied to the gate, her breath quickening as the plane door opened and passengers started to rush out. Just beyond that door, waiting for her, was her father, the man she’d waited her whole life to meet. She felt like she was a kid again, waiting anxiously in line at Disneyland Paris to meet Mickey Mouse for the first time.
Not that her father was a celebrity to her. No, he was way more than that. She loved her small, strange family in London, but she’d always felt like something was missing, and the lack of answers from her mother had left a small, dark hole in her chest. Her uncle had done his best to fill that hole, be the father she always wished she’d had, but it wasn’t enough. She loved him dearly, but it wasn’t the same as having a father to hold you tight or laugh with you or love you without a second thought. The mere thought of finally finding that missing piece had Abby nearly vibrating in her seat.
Finally, the passengers in the aisle cleared out enough that Abby was able to fetch her duffle and start the long walk to the door. She smiled at the flight attendants and the pilot, who was standing just outside the cockpit, chatting with the crew. The sight of the familiar looking uniform sent a pang of homesickness to her stomach. She had missed her family so much over the past six weeks, and now she was passing up the opportunity to go home and see them in order to meet the father she hadn’t seen since she was a baby. She wanted to be the one to meet Uncle Bob at the airport and have him spin her around like he had when she was a little girl and her mother would take her to pick him up at the airport after he had finished work for the day. She wanted to sit on the couch and watch old reality shows with her aunt and eat junk food and giggle about how silly the people were. She wanted to curl up with her mother on the window seat that looked out over their quiet London street and drink their tea while they read a book or watched the rain drops race down the pane of glass. She ached to see her family, and yet…
The thought of her father waiting for her behind those doors was enough to propel her down the plane’s aisle and down the tunnel towards the arrival gate.
As she breached the crowd of passengers, her eyes scanned across the crowd of waiting families until green met green, and she paused.
There he was. Her father. Standing amidst the crowd with military posture and a bunch of purple and green balloons, he was actually there. She was actually seeing him in person for the first time, and he was smiling at her, the crow’s-feet near his eyes deepening and a dimple popping out of his cheek as he waved.
“Charlie!”
“Dad!” She bolted towards him, dodging and weaving between the travellers who didn’t see her, and launched herself into his arms.
He caught her and lifted her into his arms as though she weighed no more than a sack of potatoes. “Hey, Charlie-girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair as he slowly lowered to his knees, allowing her feet to gently touch down. “God, kiddo, I missed you like crazy.”
“I missed you too, dad.”
His eyes studied her face for a moment, and she gulped. She and Charlie had made sure that they were as identical as they possibly could be, even going so far as to pierce Charlie’s ears with a hot needle and an extra pair of Abby’s earrings. They had done everything they could; the plan couldn’t fall apart now.
“You pierced your ears,” her dad finally whispered, gently brushing her hair away from her ears and she felt her cheeks warm.
“Oh…yeah,” she looked down at her toes. “A girl in my cabin did them for me. Do you like it?”
Jake shook his head. “Charlie, you know how dangerous that can be? What if you got an infection? They look great but I don’t want you getting sick.”
“I won’t!” Abby hugged him. “Amelia helped me take care of them. We cleaned them three times a day with rubbing alcohol and I made sure to keep twisting them so they didn’t get stuck.”
She wasn’t lying, per say. While she had been the one to pierce Charlie’s ears so she could pass for her, Amelia had taken over at once, making sure the new holes stayed clean and uninfected. Once, she had gotten over the shock of it, that is.
Jake sighed. “Alright, baby. I guess I can’t say no when you’ve already done it. But, next time, permission first, please?”
“Okay, dad.”
Jake smiled at her before kissing her on her hair once more and pushing himself up to stand. “Alright, kiddo. Let’s get out of here. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, and your uncle might just kill me if we’re late for dinner.”
Abby grabbed her duffle off the floor and Jake snagged it from her, tossing it over his shoulder casually as she grabbed his hand, and they began the trek through the airport towards the parking lot.
As they passed a large bay window overlooking the runway, Jake’s eyes drifted over and he slowed to a stop as a plane raced by them, slowly picking up speed before lifting off the ground. She felt his shoulders lift and fall with a heavy sigh before they started moving again.
“Dad?”
“Yeah, kiddo?”
“Do you miss it?”
“Miss what?”
Abby huffed. “Flying, dad. Do you miss flying?”
Jake hummed as he pushed open the door to the parking lot. “I don’t know. Sometimes, I guess.”
Abby fought back the urge to roll her eyes. She knew that Auntie Nat still practically climbed the walls whenever the urge to fly hit her, and she was always a bit snappish at Uncle Bob when he left for a long haul flight, even though flying a 747 was way different than flying a Super Hornet.
“You can tell me the truth, dad,” she said as they approached Jake’s truck.
“Who says I’m not?” he tossed her duffle in the bed of the truck and opened the passenger side door for her to climb in.
“I am,” she replied simply. “I know I’d miss something if I used to do it every day. So, it would make sense for you to miss flying.”
Jake smiled as he started the truck. “When did you get so wise?”
Abby shrugged. “I don’t know, dad. I guess camp had a good influence on me.”
“That’s another thing,” he said, taking advantage of the pause in traffic to look at her. “What’s with all the ‘dad’ stuff? You never call me dad. And you haven’t roasted me once since you got here, not even for the balloons. Usually, it’s ‘old man’ this and ‘old timer’ that.”
Abby felt even more blood rush to her cheeks. Charlie had told her about the playful relationship between her and their dad, one that led them to being both father and daughter and best friends. She had filled her in on how she razzed their dad about his age and his inability to get a date (though they both theorized now that it was because of their mom and not because their dad had no game), how she called him old man and he called her punk, how they pranked each other and her uncles when things got boring on the ranch.
“I…I mean…”
“You okay over there, punk?”
To her utter embarrassment, she felt hot tears start to slide down her face. She was supposed to be Charlie, and Charlie didn’t cry. Charlie was tough, a ranch kid who had been ready to get into a fist fight with her in the first week they met because they hadn’t clicked.
“Charlie?” She felt the truck pull over onto the side of the road before her dad reached over and unclipped her seatbelt and tugged her into his side. “What’s wrong, Charlie girl? C’mon, talk to your old man.”
Her mind racing, fighting through the embarrassment and the panic that was now coursing through her, she gathered her thoughts and began to speak in a quiet voice, tears still dripping down her face and onto her father’s flannel shirt.
“Th-there was a girl at camp…and she didn’t have a dad. She didn’t know who he was or where he was or even if he was still alive. But even though she didn’t know him, she still missed him like crazy. She said it felt like missing part of her heart.” Abby sniffled. She wasn’t lying. As much as she loved Auntie Nat and Uncle Bob and her mum, it had felt like she was missing part of her heart, not knowing anything about her father. But now? Now it felt like that part was sliding into place, her father the missing puzzle piece in her life. She continued, “And it just made me really grateful to have you, you know? And it made me miss you so much that I wanted to call you dad. Because not everybody has a dad, but I do, and I have the best one ever.”
Jake’s hand rubbed up and down her back as she sniffled into his shirt. “I missed you too, Charlie. More than you’ll ever know.”
Abby pulled back, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. “It just seemed really unfair to me that some people don’t get to know their fathers, you know?”
She watched as Jake’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he turned his attention back to the road, pulling on smoothly and continuing the drive home. “Yeah…yeah, honey. I know.”
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Almost an hour later, they pulled off the road and onto the long, manicured driveway that led up to Seresin Ranch. Charlie had told her all about the ranch, how her dad and uncles had taken over when Grandpa Wyatt passed away and turned it into a successful working ranch, with cabins for camping and trail riding offered to the public, but nothing could have prepared her for the first sight of the ranch through the trees.
It was huge. And gorgeous. Cabins, barns and stables dotted the landscape; Abby could see horses grazing in the paddock and, when she rolled down the window, she could hear the gentle mooing of cows in the distance. Coming around the bend in the driveway, the main ranch house stood like a shining beacon at the end of the driveway, grand and homey and beautiful. Abby felt a shiver run up her spine. It was better than anything she ever could have imagined.
Abby blinked back the tears pooling in her eyes as two men exited the ranch house and stood on the wrap-around front porch, waving at them. Jake chuckled.
“They just couldn’t wait,” he muttered, parking the truck off to the side of the driveway, next to a baby blue Bronco and a gleaming red motorcycle.
Abby scrambled out the door as her dad grabbed her duffle out of the truck bed and her uncles jogged down the stairs to meet them.
“Charlie girl!” One of them cried, scooping her up into a hug and spinning her around. Abby caught sight of a tattoo decorating his bicep and knew exactly who she was being almost smothered by.
“Uncle Javy!”
His smile grew as she hugged him back, his impossibly white teeth gleaming against his dark skin. “We missed you, kiddo!”
“Speak for yourself,” the moustachioed man quipped, but the smile on his face as he pulled her in for his own hug dulled the sarcasm of the comment.
“Hi Uncle Roo,” she said into his chest, the scent of something delicious wafting off his floral Hawaiian shirt.
“Hey, kid. Made your favourite for dinner.”
Right. Chili was Charlie’s favourite, and she especially loved it when her Uncle Rooster made it for her. Rooster worked as the cook on the ranch, making sure all the ranch hands and ranch visitors were fed three square meals a day. Javy managed the ranch staff and also coached the high school football team in town, something her dad helped out with on occasion.
“Sounds awesome. Thanks, Uncle Roo!”
“Why don’t you go get changed and washed up for dinner while I throw your laundry in the machine?” Jake offered as he slung the duffle over his shoulder and trekked up the stairs.
“Okay, dad!”
Jake grinned, a softness in his green eyes that had her smiling ear to ear. “Dinner in 20, okay?”
“Got it!” Abby turned and, taking a deep breath, walked through the entryway into the ranch house that Charlie had called home for 11 years.
Everything was laid out exactly as Charlie had drawn it. Her dad’s office was through the door on the right, the living room to the left, and the kitchen straight ahead, with a staircase up to the bedrooms through the living room. She knew that Javy had converted one of the cabins into a house for himself but that he spent almost all of his time in the main ranch house, and that Rooster had turned the attic into a bachelor pad.
Charlie’s bedroom was the furthest from the top of the staircase, and everything was exactly as Charlie had described. Purple walls, grey sheets on the bed, photos of Charlie and their dad, Charlie and their uncles, Charlie and the horses decorating the walls and tops of dressers. Ribbons and trophies from horseback riding competitions hung from a corkboard that left Abby’s mouth agape. The thing was practically overflowing with blue ribbons. Abby thought she was a great rider, but Charlie clearly had the hardware to backup her claim.
She pulled out her phone and opened the WhatsApp app, taking a photo of the medals and attaching it to a message that read, “You win. Hope you’re having fun with mum :)”
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After a quick shower in Charlie’s ensuite bathroom and changing into jeans and one of her sister’s many t-shirts, Abby skidded down the stairs and raced into the kitchen, where Rooster was just serving up the homemade chili he’d been working on all day.
“Whoa, easy, kid!” he exclaimed as they narrowly avoided a collision that would have left the pot of chili on the floor.
“Sorry! I’m just starving!”
“Then grab a piece of garlic bread instead of trying to tackle me.” Rooster nodded over to the plate of cheesy garlic bread on the kitchen island next to Javy, who was staring intently at his tablet. “Dinner will be ready in fifteen, folks. I just need the hot sauce to really marry into the other flavours.”
Javy rolled his eyes as Abby hopped up on the stool next to him and snagged one of the gooey golden appetizers off the plate. “Yes, chef,” he mockingly saluted, covering Abby’s eyes playfully when Rooster flipped him off.
“I can always grab an MRE from the basement if you’re gonna poke fun, Coyote.”
Javy’s whole body shook with the force of his shudder. “Nope. Never again. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
“Good plan.” Rooster winked at Abby as he turned back to the bubbling pot.
“What’re you working on, Uncle Javy?” Abby leaned against him, peering at the x’s and o’s that decorated his screen.
“Just trying to figure out a new play for the season, girlie,” he tilted the screen towards her so she could see the dotted lines between the x’s and o’s. “What do you think? Should I have our running back go here?” He pointed at a spot on the screen. “Or here?”
Abby gulped. Charlie hadn’t mentioned anything about football in their preparations. Abby didn’t know anything about American football, only European football. She knew that Uncle Bob wasn’t a big fan, and that Auntie Nat used to enjoy playing football with Dagger Squad before she was medically retired.
“Oh, I don’t know…” she murmured, refusing to meet Javy’s eyes.
“You…you don’t know? You, Charlotte Seresin, don’t know what I should do with my running back? Rooster, you hearing this?”
“I’m hearing it but not believing it.”
“What did they do to you at that camp, girlie?” Javy rubbed his knuckles over her hair. “Steal your brain?”
She grinned weakly. “Sorry, Uncle Javy. I guess I’m just tired. It was an excruciatingly long flight from New York to Texas.”
“Excruciatingly?” Javy stared at her. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m calling Penny and demanding your brain back. Since when do you use the word excruciatingly?”
Abby felt her cheeks flush as she opened her mouth to try to salvage the situation, but someone beat her to it.
“Upset that she knows how to use big words, Coyote?” Jake strolled into the kitchen, snagging a piece of garlic bread and kissing her on the head in one fell swoop as his other hand finished tugging on his white t-shirt. “Just because my girl has a better vocabulary than you…”
“Oh, okay. Remind me who did better in Mrs. Stewart’s grade 12 English class? Hmm? What was that? Oh right, I did.”
Rooster snorted as he stirred the chili. “Oh, here we go.”
“Yeah, and who was it that helped you write that final essay? Was it me? Because I distinctly remember it being me.”
“Only after I came up with the idea.”
“Right, just like you came up with the idea for the play against St. Mary’s, but I’m the one who executed it perfectly. Who got the credit for that win again? Hmm?”
“We both did, you dummy.”
“Okay, and what about the evasive maneuvers we came up with at Top Gun? What’re they called again? Oh yeah, The Hangman Maneuver!”
“They should’ve been called the Coyote Maneuver!”
“Oh screw that, it should’ve been called the Rooster Maneuver!”
As Rooster clicked the stove off and turned to join the argument, Abby felt a warmth as familiar as her home in London wash over her like a cool breeze on a warm day. This was home, just as much as her home in London with her mum and aunt and uncle. She belonged here, just as much as she belonged in London. This felt right.
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Where does your anger lurk? | (Ray)
in your eyes
rage in silence, in wordless defiance. cheeks dampened, clenched fists tremble, yet cannot move, cannot rise. wronged, your heart demands justice and aches at its absence. you can do nothing but weep, tears flooding the space fury hollows out.
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Beach Day | Lee Felix
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Summary: you and your husband!Felix (+2 kids) go out to the beach for a family adventure
Warnings: none
Notes: I'm obsessed with beach Felix
"Did you put sunblock on her already?" You questioned your husband, glancing at your daughter who was running towards the waves, her floaties making it difficult to move her arms as she did so.
Felix confirms he had already prepped her for the harsh sun rays that seemed to be already wearing you out. "Nothing can stop her now that she's already here," he laughs.
You turn to watch him situate the baby in his arms so he could also put sunscreen on him. "Did you put on sunblock?"
Felix pauses his movements, shoulders dropping. "No," he admits sheepishly.
Your hand reaches to fix the hat on your son's head so it covers his eyes more. "C'mere, I'll help you out."
Your husband sits the baby upright on the blanket before maneuvering to sit in front of you, handing you the sunscreen bottle. You start to lather on his back, making sure to get his neck underneath his hair, knowing he burns easily. You could already imagine the complaints had he forgotten to protect his own skin, prioritizing the kids.
The wind was slightly kissing your skin that morning, the sun out and shining brightly. The ocean's scent filled your senses and you took a deep breath to take it all in. You sat snugly underneath an umbrella, a picnic basket full of snacks and drinks on your left, your son and some toys on your right side. When Felix left your side, he was immediately down by the water with your daughter, helping her attempt to build a muddy castle.
You smiled softly, wanting to keep this moment in your mind forever. It was a wonderful day out for a last minute family adventure; one Felix had spontaneously sprung upon you when you woke that morning. The laughter in the distance, the comfort sound of the waves crashing, all being taken into your mind for a memory to look back at. Still, you attempted to relish in the current feeling, leaning over to grab your son from the blanket.
After changing him into a comfortable swim outfit, you started to head down to the water with your husband and daughter. They were already deep into making the muddy castle, toes dug into the sand and looks of concentration on their faces. Immediately, they allowed you to join to help create a better tower.
"Here, why don't we use a mix of dry and wet sand to help it stick better?" You encouraged, grabbing an empty pail to fill with dry sand.
Your daughter happily took the offering, cupping the wet sand in her little hands, throwing the scoops into the pail. When she turned the bucket over and removed it, the castle stood strong beneath it. Her face lit up at the sight, clapping her hands together quickly before racing to get more dry sand to continue building.
Felix's attention had moved to your son. "Do you want to go for a swim, babe? I can stay here."
You squinted your eyes to look at him, the sun blocking your view. "Yeah, I could go for a swim. Do you want me to take one of the kids?"
He shook his head. "No, I got them. They want to play anyway."
Agreeing with him, you started to walk into the water, going only a little ways in to float around. You turned around to be able to see your lovely family happily work on their sand kingdom. Their sweet smiles and cheers of joy had you grinning ear to ear, the sight truly making your heart happy.
Your eyes focused on your husband, the way his blond hair stuck to the back of his neck. It wasn't yet wet, still fluffy and blowing in the wind, his hands occasionally pushing it back from his face. You watched him lightly bounce your child in his lap, moving his position occasionally as he worked on the castles too. The way his skin gleamed under the sun reminded you of the many freckles you would see later that afternoon when you returned home. Every little thing about him still gave you butterflies.
After a while of switching back and forth between the sand and the water, the kids became tired and wanted to go home. Felix helped you pack up your things, throwing the umbrella holder over his shoulder and tugging along the cooler tub. Your daughter still wanted to hold his hand, despite him obviously carrying a lot of items, and it made him smile brightly and immediately grasp her hand in his.
"Can we get ice cream daddy?" She asks suddenly, glancing up at him and fluttering her eye lashes.
You attempted to hold back your laugh, noticing how well she had Felix wrapped around her finger. "You haven't had lunch yet, sweetheart."
Your husband's eyes met yours. "It is a special day," he reminds you, almost pleading for your compromise.
Sighing, you agreed to have a frozen treat before lunch. "Daddy's paying though," you teased, quickly running forward towards the car so you couldn't be caught with Felix's distraught eyes.
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A Long Way From Home - Part 9
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Pairing: Captain Syverson (Caleb) x Mackenzie Williams (OFC)
Series Summary: Sometimes, it can take a while to find a place where you belong - especially if the place and the people you once called home no longer exist. But chances are, you’ll stumble across new places and people along your way. And maybe you will arrive after all.  
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Part summary: After a chance meeting and its ramifications, Sy and Kenzie talk about the way they're going. 
Word count: ca. 3.3k
Warnings: 18+, angst, death of family members and a comrade, disease of a family member, fear for loved ones, an anxiety attack, implied PTSD, discussion of pregnancy and having kids, discussion of military life, inaccuracies concerning medical and military things, fluffy fluff that will make your teeth ache. Maybe grab some tissues :) 
Author's Note: Lovelies, this is the ending of Sy and Kenzie’s story. Thank you very much to everyone who stuck along and left me kind comments and feedback. I appreciate each and every one of you!! 💕 I hope you enjoyed the story, and I hope you’ll enjoy this final chapter. Happy reading!
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“Mack?”
The woman with a stroller and a baby sitting on her hip has stopped on the sidewalk in front of his driveway.
“Julia! Hi!” Kenzie calls, putting down the grocery bags she was just about to unload from the truckbed. 
A big smile spreads across her face, and she hurries down the driveway to hug the other woman. He, too, knows her from somewhere, he thinks to himself. He just can’t place her yet. 
“I didn’t know you lived here,” she says, and Kenzie laughs. 
“Well, technically, I don’t live here. But I’m staying with Sy most of the time,” she says with a loving smile in his direction. 
“I see,” Julia says with a knowing grin. “Hi, Captain,” she greets him. 
“Hi!” he smiles, making his way over to them. She seems to know him, so he should know her, too. C'mon, brain! 
“And what about you?” Kenzie continues. “I didn’t know you lived here, either.” 
“Well, we moved here a few months ago. We found a lovely little house with a garden that is perfect for the two of us. Two streets over, at the end of the cul-de-sac.” 
“Oh, I think I know where that is. And how are you doing?” Kenzie asks compassionately, and Julia gazes into the distance for a moment as if she has to think about it. 
“We’re muddling through,” she says then. “It’s not easy, but we’ll manage all right. And I’m beyond thankful for this little lady here.” She gently bounces her daughter on her hip, making her squeal and giggle, and the sight is so adorable they can’t help but laugh along with her, even though it slowly dawns on him that Julia is probably the widow of one of his boys. 
“She hates the stroller,” Julia says, pointing toward the seat where a teddy bear is buckled up, “but she’s a ray of sunshine otherwise.” 
“Yeah, I bet she is,” Kenzie says with a bright smile, cocking her head as she gazes at the little girl in adoration. “That you are, right, sweetie pie? What’s her name, by the way?” she asks Julia. 
“Ava.” 
“That’s a pretty name. And it suits you so well, pretty girl!” Kenzie coos and Ava smiles back at her, gurgling and waving her chubby little hands. 
He can tell Kenzie is head over heels in an instant. She quietly talks to the little girl, laughing as her hand and her wristwatch undergo a close examination. 
The entranced expression on her face speeds up his heartbeat, and even though he really tries to focus on Julia, who engages him in a conversation about the neighborhood, he can already see her in his mind’s eye: Kenzie with a baby bump under the taut fabric of her sundress. With a wrinkly newborn on her chest and tears of joy in her beautiful eyes and his arms around the two. How she rocks the baby to sleep, and how she bounces a giggling toddler in her lap to a nursery rhyme - a toddler with her strong-willed chin and her cute button nose. And he likes those images. He likes them more than he ever thought he’d like them. 
“I’m afraid we have to get going,” Julia says at some point when Kenzie still doesn't show the slightest inclination to stop fooling around with Ava. “If she doesn’t get a snack soon, my little angel can get pretty cranky.”
“Oh. My gosh, I’m so sorry,” Kenzie apologizes, sheepishly turning her attention back to Julia, who just grins indulgently. 
“It’s fine! Perhaps you'd like to visit us sometime?” she asks, directed to both of them.
“We’d love to,” they agree, and the women exchange their numbers before Julia and Ava set off for home. 
“Someone’s got a lil’ baby fever, huh?” he grins at Kenzie as she gazes after them for a moment. 
“Well, you can’t blame me, right? God, she’s so cute! And she looks just like Eric,” she says pensively, and then a shadow darkens her eyes. 
Sy stops dead in his tracks. Fuck! “That was Eric’s wife?”
“Yeah, I thought you’d met her before.”
“I probably did. I just can't remember…” 
He must have seen her with Eric on the base when they left for deployment. He still doesn’t remember, probably because he had been new to the company back then, and he had hidden deep in his shell that day - somewhere where it didn’t matter that there was no one he could have said goodbye to. Because they’re dead. Or, in the case of Chelsea, who had once worn his engagement ring, because he chose so, and because he didn’t even miss her. 
Eric probably made his wife a promise that day. To take care, to stay safe, and to come home, just like they all promised. But he didn’t know that he would be one of those who couldn’t keep that promise. 
Although he already knows, Sy counts back in his head. The time when Eric died. And how old Ava probably is. And although he already knew, the result of his counting hits him like a punch to the gut. 
He died before his daughter was born. He never met her. Because he died over there in the fuckin’ desert, with bullets in his lungs, on the floor of an unarmored truck, surrounded by his comrades, but thousands of miles away from home, before his baby girl took her first breath. 
Sy’s nails dig into his palms, and he swallows hard, trying to choke down the acid in his throat and the nightmare forming in his head. But of course, it’s too late, and then he sees Kenzie in his mind’s eye. Dressed in black. Standing by a casket. By his casket. And she holds the folded star-spangled banner in front of her belly with the baby he’ll never hold in his arms. 
“Caleb? Caleb!” Kenzie’s voice reaches his ears. 
He snaps out of his thoughts, and it takes his eyes a moment to focus on her. And when he can see her clearly, he just stares at her. She looks worried, her eyes roaming his features. 
“You okay?” she asks quietly, gently putting her hand on his elbow. 
“Yeah,” he gasps, and even he can hear how strangled his voice sounds. “Listen, I need to go take a shower first.” 
He chokes on his words, and then he spins around on his heel and storms off into the house. Maybe she says something, but he can’t hear her with that dull hum in his ears. 
He stumbles into the bathroom and to the sink with his boots still on his feet, and he’s just about to turn on the water as his gaze lights on one of Kenzie’s uniforms hanging on the clothes hook. And the hum turns into an ear-deafening roar making him all dizzy. 
What if she dies? What if she dies and he’s the one standing by her casket with their kid in his arms she won’t see growing up? What if she dies, all alone over there in the desert, and he can’t be there for her? What if she dies, and he has to go on living without her?
His hands clutch the porcelain edge of the sink as he fights against the thoughts and the images in his head. And he fights until he struggles for air, his mouth agape, even though his breath is already going too fast. As he sees stars dancing in his field of vision, he slowly drops to his knees, and the sound coming from his mouth is more the sound of a tormented animal. 
Then, there are scratching noises and Aika’s barking. Then, a knocking and rattling at the door. 
“Caleb? You okay? Caleb! Can you open the door? Please, let me in!” 
As he doesn’t answer, she calls him louder, and it’s only when he hears a tinge of panic in her voice, that he manages to move. He arduously extends his arm to turn the key and unlock the door before he slumps back on his ass. 
As the door opens and Aika rushes in, followed by Kenzie on her heel, he keeps his gaze lowered to his lap. 
“Fuck,” she mumbles as she sees him sitting on the floor. But the next second, he can tell how her mind switches to emergency mode, experiencedly reeling off the next steps. 
“I think you might have a panic attack,” she tells him, crouching down beside him. “I know it feels terrible, but I’m there for you, and it’ll pass soon. Can you try to breathe slowly and deeply for me? Yeah, just like that… and one more time... Good job!” 
Her hand rests on his shoulder, rubbing circles with calm, firm movements. 
“C’mere, Aika! Down!” she calls the dog who has been sniffing him and licking his face, whimpering quietly. 
And Aika lies down next to him, with her head on his legs, and his hands dig into her fur as if by themselves.
Just like David, his fogged brain reports. Kenzie’s dad is often shaky and restless, but whenever Aika puts her head on his lap or snuggles against his leg, his hands stop fidgeting, and he pets her with calm, unerring movements. The Aika effect, as the nurses at the memory care facility call it. And now Sy can feel that effect, too. 
“That's right,” Kenzie encourages him. “Can you pet her? Feel her fur under your fingers? That's good… She starts to shed more hair, right? You can tell fall is just around the corner.  We should really give her a good groom tomorrow.” 
And his lips curl into a smile, despite of it all. 
Kenzie sits down on his other side, wrapping her arms around him. 
“You're safe here. I got you!” she says softly, and hearing her say the words he already told her so many times makes a lump form in his throat. 
And then, they sit there for a whole long while, even after his body has stopped racing, and he leans his head against hers, exhausted. He would have probably fallen asleep right there on the floor next to the bathtub if Kenzie hadn’t pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. 
“Can you get up?” 
“Sure,” he grunts, but as he struggles to his feet, he’s not that sure anymore. 
And he feels a bit ridiculous as his girl wraps her arm around his waist and guides him to the bedroom with Aika leading the way, darting a glance over her shoulder every few steps. 
However, his legs feel like jello and every muscle in his body hurts as if he had run mile after mile. But the worst are the images in his head. They’re still there, looming like a thundercloud, ready to break loose all over again any moment, and they hurt more than his body ever could. 
Sy sits down on the edge of the bed, oddly numb, letting Kenzie strip off his boots, socks, pants, and t-shirt while she soothingly talks to him. As she gently wipes the sweat beads off his forehead and his neck, he suddenly notices the slight draft of air from the ceiling fan on his moist skin, and a shiver ripples through his body. 
“Come,” she mumbles, running her warm hand over the goosebumps on his arms. “Come, lie down.” 
And he does as she says, letting her spread out the covers over him. And then he watches her take off her pants and t-shirt before she crawls under the covers. He reaches out for her, and then she pulls him into his arms, letting him put his head on her chest. He clutches her smaller form as she engulfs him in her arms, brushing her fingers over the hair on the back of his head that is on the verge of curling by now and no longer passes as a buzzcut. Apparently, Aika isn’t the only one in need of grooming, he thinks to himself. And then, he nuzzles his face against Kenzie’s soft skin, soaking up her touch that slowly dispels the pain. 
“I got you,” she whispers, planting a kiss on his forehead. 
And although there’s just the hint of a catch in her voice, it’s enough to make his chest ache. Fuck! He probably scared her. 
“I’m sorry, Sugar!” he croaks out, and his voice sounds as if he hadn’t spoken in days.
“What would you be sorry for, hm?” she mumbles, pressing another kiss to his forehead.
“Shouldn’t hafta see me like that.” 
“Like what? Weak?” 
He shrugs. Yeah, probably. 
“That’s bullshit!” she objects so determinedly it makes him smile. “Listen! I love you, okay? And I’ll be there for you, no matter what. In good times and in bad. In sickness and in health and all that stuff, you know?” And both of them chuckle quietly at that almost-vow of hers before her voice sounds serious again. “I love you so much, Caleb! Please don’t ever doubt that.” 
“I love you more!” And he raises his head to look into her eyes, because he needs her to know that he really does and because he needs to kiss her.
Their kiss is sweet and gentle, and somehow soothing, and still his heart stumbles and his breath hitches as their lips move along each other.
“Can you tell me what happened earlier?” she quietly asks afterward as her hands cradle his face and her fingertips rake through his beard. 
He just nods, and then he slumps down on his back. To gather his thoughts. To try to put them into words.
He takes a deep breath. And then, he tells her about Eric and how he was with him when he died. That he liked him, but didn’t really know him, and how it hit him like a bolt from the blue earlier that he had a wife and a daughter he never met.
And he tries to talk about them, about Kenzie and him, about the kids they might have, and that he wants to see them grow up. And about deployments and what if one of them dies.
And he keeps his gaze fastened to the ceiling fan as word after word tumbles from his mouth and he feels like they don't make any sense. At some point, he’s convinced that he’s making nothing but a fool of himself, and he can feel his throat constricting once more. So does his heart, and just when adrenaline begins to trickle into his veins, Kenzie gently interrupts him.
“Caleb, stop,” she mumbles, leaning over to brush her hand along his cheek. “You’re going 100 miles an hour, but you don’t have to. I’m right here, with you. And we have time to figure things out,” she reassures him. “Maybe this was already our last deployment; who knows? We’re still on dwell time, and they're not going to send us anywhere for the next seven months. And after that, I’ll only have four months of active duty left. I don't plan on re-enlisting, you know? I don't know how much time my dad has left. And I want to be here when he…” 
He nods, and he takes her hand. And as he feels her tremble ever-so-slightly, he pulls her into his arms. For the moment, David’s condition isn’t great, but at least somewhat stable. However, they all know it’s merely a matter of time before he’ll diminish further. And of course, Kenzie wants to be at his side.
When her active duty ends, she'll still be member of the IRR [individual ready reserve] for four years, but chances are she'll be here. It means she'll be safe, and he briefly closes his eyes. Relief.
However, his relief instantly mixes with uncertainty. Will he be able to be there for her? 
Kenzie must have asked herself the same question. 
“What about you?” she asks quietly.  
“7 months dwell time, then six months of active duty left.”
“And then?” 
Sy takes a deep breath before he says out loud for the first time what has been playing on his mind for the past weeks. 
“Back to civil life, I guess,” he says slowly.
And once again, he holds on to the girl in his arms, who breathes a silent sigh that is maybe relief, and at the same time, she tightens her embrace, as if she knows this is a big thing for him.  
“I always thought I’d spend my life in the Army,” he mutters. “Deploy, dwell time, deploy again. Meanwhile find a girl who’ll wait for me. Who I could come home to. But now that I found her, I realized I don't wanna leave her. I wanna stay here with you. Especially if we’ll be more than the two of us. Or rather more than the three of us, right, princess?” he says to Aika, whose head rests on the mattress and who huffs in agreement. 
Kenzie laughs, indulgently shaking her head. 
“Umm, do you even want kids?” he asks hastily. “M’sorry, I didn’t ask. I-”
“I want two or three,” she says, looking at him with shining eyes, and for a moment, they grin at each other like two idiots. 
“And I wanna be there for you. I wanna take care of you when you get sick in the mornings, I wanna go to all the doctor’s appointments with you, and I wanna tell you you’re the most beautiful woman in the world when you don’t fit into yer clothes anymore.”
“Hey!” she protests, gently swatting his arm. 
“I was almost 9 lbs when I was born,” he grins, raising an eyebrow, and then he laughs at her horrified expression. 
“Oh. Jesus!” 
“You’ll still look hot AF, Sugar,” he reassures her. “And I wanna be there when the sweet pea is bein’ born, and I wanna take you home and take care of you, and I don’t wanna miss a single day.”
“Stop being so fuckin’ perfect!” she mumbles, and there’s a catch in her husky voice and a tear in the corner of her eye that he kisses away. 
And then, he pulls her closer to him until she's practically on top of him. 
“Maybe they won’t even send you away,” she mumbles, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. “Who knows what the world will look like in seven months… Maybe everything will be stable, so they need fewer people to go over there. Maybe they’ll even withdraw the troops faster. I mean, we can always hope, right? And maybe there’ll be a baby on the way by then. Who knows…” 
“We’ll see, won't we, Sugar?”
“Yeah, that we will,” she whispers, raising her head, and all he can see is her beautiful face and her stunning smile. 
And then he holds her and kisses her, and he breathes in her sigh along with a sweet peace he hasn't felt in a while. 
And he flips off the fuckin' voice in his head, who told him to take to his heels and that it’ll be the best for both of them if he’d run. No. Fuckin’. Way.  
Why the hell would he run, now that he’s almost there? It’s almost within his grasp. He can already smell it. He can see it. And maybe, for the first time in his life, it’s not a copy of his parents’ house.
Of course, there will be traces of them. There will be their pictures and furniture. The wedding plate that Kenzie painstakingly glued together and returned in a beautiful wooden box. There will be books and their cake recipes. And maybe there will be a kid with their nana’s curls or grandpa’s chin, running after Aika in the backyard. 
But all above, it’ll be his place and Kenzie’s. The place where they’ll raise their kids and where he’ll probably turn gray because the little rugrats drive him nuts. The place where he wants to grow old and wrinkly because they'll play and laugh under thousands of sunny skies and where he wants to watch thousands of sunsets with his girl. The place where he wants to argue with her and then make up and fuck her until no one of them remembers why they were arguing at all. The place where he still wants to sneak up on her to smack her ass and kiss her when she’s baking in the kitchen, and it’s their grandkids who ask for Grandma Kenzie’s cookie recipe.
It'll be the place where he wants to walk up the stairs to lie down in bed with the woman he loves, every night, until the day he dies. 
Yeah, he’s on his way home. And it’s not far now.
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Frozen lake
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Sanji x gardener!reader
Warnings: None just fluff y’all already know, fem reader
Word count: 1,398 words
Summary: In which you and Sanji ice skate in a lake. This is from my series of gardener!reader but can be read as a stand alone.
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Truth be told you hated cold weather, I mean naturally since you were a being of bloom, sunlight, warmth and freshness. Cold weather made all the trees shed their leaves and plants lose their color, everything seemed to lose life, and so did you
You stood with a cape over your your sweater, mittens, fluffy boots and earmuffs shaking uncontrollably at the breeze that seemed like it just wanted to make its way trough your garments “Goddammit we really had to stop here?” You cursed at your captain’s wonderful idea to wonder around the snowy island, so you offered to stay and look after the ship to try and ease your cold but it wasn’t working at all. And to make it worse you were all by yourself, how fun.
You had tried everything to stop shivering but nothing seemed to warm you up, so you decided to at least enjoy the snowy view out in the deck. You looked at the nearby lake, frozen completely at winters arrival, glistening in the few rays of sunshine that seemed to sneak trough the cloudy sky. You had never witnessed something like this in your life since your home island was hot almost all time of year, curiosity made its way trough your thoughts, could you we able to ice skate in there?
“MY LOVE!”
At the distance Sanji waved your way, big jacket on with a huge bag pf shopping that hanged from one of his shoulders, nose red from the cold breeze how cute, you thought. What was he doing back so early? You approached the other side of the deck and examined him as he walked to the ship, but he seemed just fine.
Sanji grunted as he let the heavy bag hit the floor “Hello sunlight” he smiled as you approached him “Sanji why are you back so soon?” You asked as you fixed his jacket “Did you forget something?” The cook let out a small giggle “Just wanted to see your pretty face” he said while squishing your cheeks together “Besides, I know how much you hate cold weather so I thought I’d keep you company”
You helped Sanji put the groceries away as he explained what every new seasoning tasted like and what he could prepare with them. You loved listening to him talk about his passion, his eyes would glisten and his heart felt full as you listened attentively, he would explain every detail and answer all your questions, you’d always take note of stuff you could use even though Sanji would never let you move a finger around his kitchen “I’ll prepare you a hot chocolate my love, then I’ll get started with dinner prep” he said before looking for the ingredients.
As much as you loved hot chocolate more than anything in the world, the idea of Sanji working on his free time didn’t thrilled you, you walked closer to him holding his gaze so he would listen “I was thinking of doing something more fun!”
“Are you sure about this, sunlight?” Sanji walked behind you as you struggled your way through the snow “Yea! I’ve never ice skated before but not gonna lie it looks so fun” it was true tho, as out of character for you as it sounded, the thought of slipping through the cold ice under your feet sounded intriguing and like a good time. You were fascinated by the power of winter, how it managed to transform a warm fresh lake into a big ice cube was so mind blowing, with one finger you touched the cold surface making sure it was solid enough to stand on it, a cold shiver overtook your body at the motion “It looks safe but we still have to be careful” Sanji said while holding your hand, scared you may slip and fall on the frozen lake.
Using your powers you were able to mimic the sharp edge of ice skates with strong branches under both of your boots, you made sure it was sharp and strong enough to skate before standing on the lake. As you slipped trough the ice you started to regret your brilliant idea, keeping your balance was harder than you had expected, you held onto Sanjis hands while he stood outside the ice to keep you steady, he found it absolutely endearing how your hands grew vines to keep you secure in him and how you looked like a baby deer learning how to walk “Okay my love you have to let go slowly, I’ll skate beside you to make sure you don’t fall” of course this man was good at skating, had you seen him fight? He wasn’t black leg Sanji for nothing. You took a deep breath and started to let go of the cook, slipping ungracefully through the ice, you felt lighter and like at any false move you’ll fall on your face “There you go! Now do this” Sanji demonstrated how to move so you wouldn’t just go slipping without direction, hesitantly you moved your legs and began to make your way trough, one of your hands still looking for the blonde for support every time you felt like falling.
When you finally got hang of it, Sanji took both your hands and skated in circles around the lake “Wait sweetheart, too fast!” You exclaimed “Don’t worry I won’t let go” he smiled kindly, you knew Sanji would never do something to endanger you but still being in a situation where you didn’t had control over your movements panicked you. After a while you started to have fun, giggling and following Sanji around, you would lose balance every now and then but it suddenly didn’t mattered if you fell over because you were enjoying the moment “I’m a professional now” you joked while catching up to the blonde “Actually I’m really surprised how easily you got the hang of it sunlight” he looked so proud of you, but more importantly he appreciated how you wanted to spend quality time with him doing something you might dislike, it melted his heart “The student betters their master” you said with a grin while you skated faster and left him behind, but it seemed you spoke too soon. You miscalculated a turn and fell on the cold snow out of the ice, Sanji felt his heart fall to his stomach as he rushed your way “Y/N! y/n are you hurt?” But his worry quickly faded when you started to laugh out loud, a genuine infectious laugh “I guess I’m not that good after all” you said between giggles.
The sound of your laugh made the blonde cooks heart swing, he had never met someone with a laugh like yours, hearing it felt like being bathe in sunlight or having a sweet beverage under the clearest skies. He still wondered how someone like you existed, someone that enjoyed life so much and thanked whatever force of the universe had put you in his path “It surprises me how you manage to look stunning even while falling” he smiled while he offered his hand to help you get up, you took it but instead of getting up you pulled him in making the blonde fall on the white snow, making you laugh even harder.
Sanji had never been around someone that treated him like this, with such playfulness and never afraid of what he may say or do “I guess snow isn’t that bad after all” you said before rolling over and positioning yourself on top of Sanjis chest “But I still prefer feeling warm” you got closer to his face and kissed his red cold nose, when you started to back up the cook positioned his hand behind your neck to keep you from doing so “My darling, I could live in the hottest pits of hell or in the coldest place on earth if it meant spending my days by your side” he whispered before collapsing his lips with yours which you happily welcomed.
“ARE YOU GUYS PLAYING IN THE SNOW WITHOUT ME?” Luffy screamed in the distance which made you both flinch “I CAN���T BELIEVE THIS!” this was the last thing you heard before your captain literally catapulted himself in your direction and crushed both of you while laughing.
Truth be told you hated cold weather, but with Sanji any weather was perfect
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Fun fact I actually am really good at ice skating lol this was sooo fun to write, if you have any specific scenarios form me to write lmk! As always feel free to correct me if I made any mistakes English is not my first language
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jay-spear-stories-2 · 1 month
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Nephew Mark Is On The Make - Part 4
Mark and I spent the next two nights fucking, going at it just as hard as we did the very first time. And then suddenly it was the end for the trip, Mark’s last full day in PV. He, Kathy, and Serena would fly back tomorrow morning. But we still had today, a beautiful Saturday, as our last day together.
“We have do the beach today,” Mark declared. “It’s my last chance to get some rays.”
He didn’t need them. His body was already sun-bronzed and perfect.
“You boys go,” Kathy said. “I promised to take Serena shopping. She wants some of that silver jewelry.”
“Sure, sis. If you insist.”
“I insist,” Mark declared. He squeezed my hand under the table.
At the beach club Mark strutted around, flexing his muscles and soaking up the sun. He enjoyed the attention he drew. He was one of the hottest guys on the beach in any age category, but the fact that he was 19 seemed to multiply the interest.
We drank some beers and Mark chatted up the other beach goers—girls, guys, anyone nearby. Always friendly and flirtatious. But he stayed close to me too. He was constantly checking in, patting my ass, putting an arm around me. Really attentive, I guess. Proprietary too.
“Gotta put some lotion on you, Unc.” He slid behind me on the lounger and worked sunblock into my skin with assured fingers. “Don’t want you to burn.” He framed this as an act of protection, but performed it as a long, slow massage. Mark’s strong fingers languorously worked every exposed part of my body. Our neighbors exchanged envious glances.
Late afternoon Mark announced he wanted to swim.
“In the pool? I’ll join you.”
“Nah. In the ocean. This is my last chance for waves. You wanna come?”
“No thanks. I’ve had enough salt water for today. Maybe I’ll just stay here and read my book until you’re back.”
“OK. See you in a bit.”
I read for a good twenty minutes before a shadow fell across my book and interrupted me.
“Joe! I was hoping I’d see you again.”
Pablo. He was wearing a bright yellow Speedo that glowed against his brown skin. He looked good. I stood up.
“Yeah, I was hoping that too.”
“I kept meaning to text and see if you were still around, but my friends have been dragging me around and it’s been really crazy. It’s Spencer’s bachelor weekend so I’ve kind of been stuck with the crew the whole damn time.”
“No problem. I’ve been busy with family anyway.”
“But not right now.”
“No. Not at the moment.”
“Good.” Pablo leaned in and kissed me. His lips were as soft as I remembered. I kissed him back. “I keep thinking about our night together,” he continued. “Like how good your cock felt.”
I smiled. “I loved being inside you.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. And that maybe we could do it again.” His lips found mine and I responded. And for a moment, we were just two guys kissing in the warm sun and I forgot where I was. And who I came with.
But I was quickly reminded when water droplets hit me and Mark’s wet body pushed into our space.
“Hey. What’s going on here?”
“Oh hey, Mark. I think you remember Pablo.”
“I do. What are you guys doing?” he demanded.
“It’s OK, Mark. We were just catching up.”
“Yeah, just reconnecting,” Pablo added. “You don’t mind if borrow Joe for a bit?”
“Actually, I do.” Mark’s expresion was dark and his body language was imposing.
“You do?” Pablo looked puzzled. “Aren’t you like his nephew or something? Why do you care?”
“Doesn’t matter. But I do, OK?” Mark was up in Pablo’s face.
“Mark,” I implored, “settle down.”
“Heyyyyyy.” Pablo put up his hands. “I think this is Joe’s decision to make. You can back off.”
“You can back off.”
Mark shoved Pablo, who stumbled over a lounge chair and fell to the sand.
“What the fuck, dude?” Pablo stood up and pushed Mark back. And then the two were fighting. They grappled and Mark slugged Pablo in the stomach. Pablo doubled over.
“Stop!” I yelled.
Pablo came up and landed a punch on Mark’s chin. Mark shook it off and tackled Pablo to the ground. They struggled against each other in the sand.
“Jesus Christ, you two. Stop it!”
Two big guys stepped in and pulled them apart.
“I’m sorry, Pablo.” I couldn’t believe this happened. Pablo stared at Mark and me in disbelief. “I think you’d better go.”
“Yeah, I think so. Obviously this was a huge mistake.” Pablo turned his back to us and walked off.
“And don’t come back!” Mark barked.
I put a hand on his shoulder to restrain him. “Mark. You’re acting like an idiot.”
He turned to me and saw that I meant it. His body went limp.
“OK,” he offered weakly.
“Let’s get you to the bathroom. We need to clean you up. You’re bleeding.” His lip had split where Pablo slugged him. Mark touched a finger to it and felt the sticky wetness. He shook his head. I led him away.
“Thanks, guys,” I called out to the muscle queens who had pulled Mark and Pablo apart. Pablo wouldn’t even look at me. He had gone to the other side of the beach club and kept his back turned to us.
I got Mark into the bathroom.
“Sit here. I’ll wash you up.” Mark boosted himself onto the counter next to the sink. I wet a paper towel and dabbed at his face. There was sand and grit clinging to the sticky blood and it was all mixed up with sweat and suntan oil.
“Fuck that guy,” Mark muttered.
“Fuck that guy? Fuck you, Mark. What the hell was that all about?”
Mark looked at me with surprise. “What was that about? He was moving in on you, Joey. Gunning for my guy. I’m not gonna let that happen on my watch.”
“You and I are fooling around, Mark. We’re not together. We’re not exclusive. We’re not a thing. So you don’t need to protect me.”
“We’re not a thing? We’re not together? What has this entire week been about, Uncle J? I think we’ve been pretty damn together this entire week.”
I sighed. “Sure. And it’s been great. We’re fucking around. Getting our rocks off. And it’s been a lot of fun. But you’re getting on a plane tomorrow and I’m going back to Boston a few days later. You’ll be back on the pussy once you’re at school again, and I’ve got plenty of Boston cock to keep me going. So let’s not pretend this is something different than what it is.”
“I don’t care what you do when you get back home, Joey. But I don’t want to share you while we’re here.”
“It’s not like Pablo and I were fucking on the beach. He gave me a kiss. That’s all.”
“Well, I didn’t like seeing it.”
“Mark! Maybe this jealous Neanderthal act works with the college girls, but I’m a grown man. I don’t need it.”
“Seems like you’ve been needing it all week long. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Look, I’m sure this has been a lot of fun for you. You’re a hot young guy thumping your chest and taking whatever you want—even to the point of nailing your uncle. And yes, I liked it. And yes, I wanted it. But that’s about sex, about fun. It’s not about playacting some immature fantasy you have about being the big man on campus. Not here. And not with me.”
“So you’re saying that you liked the sex. But fuck the rest of it. Is that right?”
“I don’t even know what ‘the rest of it’ is.”
“I’ve told you that I’m into you, Joey. How many ways do I have to say it? What would make you believe?”
I stared at him, not knowing what to say.
Mark slid off the sink and squared off in front of me. “How do I make you understand?”
Mark took my face in his hands. He started to kiss me but I broke it off.
“This has all been fun, yes. And maybe there’s even some feeling behind it. But let’s not get carried away. Each of us will go back to our lives pretty soon. And then you’ll forget all about me.”
“I won’t.”
“You will.”
“I won’t. I…” Mark’s face looked pained. He struggled for words that he couldn’t quite produce.
And then Mark sank to his knees and pulled down my swimsuit. Before I could realize what was happening, he had my cock in his mouth.
My cock was in his mouth. Mark’s mouth. My straight-ish 19 year old nephew was making himself into a cocksucker for me.
“Jesus, Mark! Anyone could come in.”
“Don’t care,” he mumbled with a mouth full of dick. I was getting hard despite my discomfort with doing this in a public space. I dragged him into a stall. His sand-covered knees shuffled along the floor while his mouth refused to let go of my pole. I locked the stall and let him work my joint.
It was not a great blowjob. He was inexperienced and his technique was undeveloped. But there was a thrill in seeing Mark down below, bobbing on my dick. There was an amazement in seeing him suck cock for the first time, desperately trying to make some point to me. And there was something truly powerful about Mark performing an act designed for my pleasure and not his. My cock swelled at the thought. I pushed it into him.
Mark stayed on it. He put his hands on my hips and held me to his face. I pushed and pumped into his fleshy throat. He only whimpered a few times.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warned him.
Mark nodded and stayed on. He didn’t pull away and he didn’t flinch at all as I blasted my load down his throat. He choked a bit but he swallowed everything down.
We stayed in position while our breathing returned to normal. The shock of what we had done slowly wore off.
Mark struggled to a standing position. He put his hands around my waist and kissed me.
“See? It’s not just about nailing your ass. I want all of you, Joey. Every body part. All your smart thoughts. The emotion that shows up in your eyes when you actually relax and let me care of you for a few minutes. That’s what I want.”
His eyes pleaded for my response but I didn’t know what to say. When he realized I would stay silent, he continued.
“Maybe that guy let you fuck him. But we can do that too. We can do everything. That’s what I’m saying. Get it from me. Don’t look outside. Give me a chance. At least while I’m here.” He searched my face for answer.
I was impressed by his soliloquy. Maybe he’d watched a rom-com or two in between his steady diet of action movies and single shooter video games.
“OK, Mark. You win. You’ve got me until the airport tomorrow. Let’s see what you’re all about.”
***
I didn’t feel like showing our faces on the beach after that, so we paid the bill and packed up and walked back to the condo. Kathy and Serena had already returned from their shopping. I put on a good show of paying attention to their purchases, but my eyes stayed on Mark, now seeing him differently. I was eyeing up his body and imagining what I could do with it now that I was in the driver’s seat.
Mark came into the kitchen for a beer and I pinned him against the wall. Kathy and Serena’s voices echoed from the next room while I pawed at Mark’s ass, testing. Mark let me dictate the moves.
“I can be the girl,” he whispered. “Let me prove it.”
It was like agony getting through the rest of the afternoon and evening with the girls around. I stole glances at Mark. I watched for signs that he was rethinking things or maybe falling back into old patterns. But none emerged. He let me take the lead everywhere.
We all went to town for dinner, returning to the taqueria from their first night in PV. The place was festive as always, with margaritas and mariachis, loud with music and laughter. I took Mark’s hand under the table.
He leaned in to whisper. “See? Just like last time. All these mixed age couples. And now we’re one of them.”
A couple. It was an endearing statement, if naive. And incorrect. But this had been a week for indulging fun and fantasy. And not even I was ready to give that up.
The girls took a taxi home because of the hill, but Mark and I decided to walk. I threw my arm around him possessively, and he leaned into me like I was the perfect fit. We stopped in the middle of the bridge and kissed him right there in front of God and everybody. Some guys rolled by in a car. They hooted and hollered when they saw us.
“I don’t care,” Mark declared. “I want everybody to see that we’re together.”
“Let them see that you’re mine.”
“Yeah, I’m all yours, Uncle.”
I started to get hard. Mark saw and grabbed at my dick through my shorts.
“Damn! Just as hard as I am.”
“Let’s get our asses back home.”
Once back, we said hasty goodnights to the girls and retreated to the bedroom. We stripped to our boxers and brushed our teeth at the sink. Mark’s dick bobbed up in his shorts and I grabbed it.
“Uh uh.” He batted my hand away. “I told you. Tonight is about your dick. I want to prove it.”
“You don’t have to prove anything to me, Mark. I’m good with whatever.”
“Good. Then you’re gonna be the first person to fuck me.”
His words gave me a shiver. This young man was trusting me with a lot. And I was eager to make good on it.
I led him to the bed. We made out for while, just rolling around and feeling our bodies come together. I pulled off his shorts and took in the meaty globes of his ass. I got my hands in there, rubbing and kneading the firm muscle. Then I raised his hips, parted his cheeks, and put my tongue to work.
“This OK?”
“More than OK. It feels really good.”
“Good.”
I went back in, licking and nipping and pushing my tongue into his hole. Mark squirmed and groaned with the new sensations.
“Jesus!” he exclaimed when I pushed in a finger.
“Too much?”
“No. Just let me…get used to it.” I was gentle and took my time, rubbing in soft circles and opening him up slowly. Then I worked my finger in and out.
“God, Uncle Joey. You’ve got me wanting…” he trailed off.
“You ready?”
“I want to.”
“You should sit on it. It’s easier to start.”
I lay back on the bed. My cock was rock-hard and pointing straight up. Mark climbed up and straddled my hips.
“You’ll need lube,” I told him. “Much better for the first time.”
“Where?”
“In the nightstand.”
He got the bottle and squeezed some out. He worked it onto my dick.
“You’ve got a really nice cock, Joey.”
“Thank you. It’s maybe not the monster yours is, but it definitely does the job.”
“It’s perfect.” He gave it a kiss and then straddled me again. He lined up my cock and his hole.
I flexed my hips, drawing my dick back and forth across his pucker until my cockhead started to catch at his opening.
“OK. I think you’re ready. Sit on it.”
Mark’s expression was solemn. Slowly, he lowered himself onto my dick. He got the head in and then paused to let himself adjust.
“Feels weird.”
“Take your time.”
He nodded and breathed. Then he pushed down some more.
“Oh!”
“You’re doing great, baby. Take it slow.”
He smiled at the praise and slid further down. I was about halfway inside him and then he stopped.
“Joey. Can I kiss you?”
“Of course.”
“It won’t slip out?”
“Maybe. Just go slow.”
He bent down and we kissed. Slow, passionate. I felt his ass relax further. My cock pushed in deeper.
“It’s starting to feel good.”
“It frels amazing on this end, Mark. Fucking you. Being inside my nephew.”
I don’t know why I added that detail, but Mark definitely responded to it. His eyes rolled back and his ass loosened up. He shimmied downward, fully impaling himself on my cock. His butt cheeks fused with my hips.
“Wow…” he breathed out. “Holy fuck. I never thought about getting fucked before, but right now it’s all I want. I want nothing more than feeling your cock filling me up and fucking me good.”
“So good,” I agreed. I began to move. I pushed up and inside him with slow, deep thrusts. I took advantage of his current headspace to go as deep as I could.
“And the fact that you’re my uncle,” he continued. “It’s totally crazy. I mean who would do that? But we’re doing it. And it’s really fucking hot.”
“It is.” I kissed him. “Now shut the fuck up.”
Mark’s eyes widened at my tone. It was a commanding dismissal that I had never used with him before. But he nodded in agreement and concentrated on the rhythm of my cock pushing into him.
He was loose now. And capable of moving on from cowboy. So I rolled us onto our sides and then flipped him onto his back. My dick slipped out during the maneuver and a surprised/worried look washed over Mark’s face.
“Don’t worry,” I told him. “I’ll put it back.” I lifted his legs and pushed back in. The angle was deeper now and Mark could no longer l control the depth or pace. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“You doing OK, baby?”
“Yes.”
“You scared?”
“Yes. But I want you to keep going. You should keep fucking me. I can take it.”
“You can.”
“I want to.”
“I know you do. Now show me.”
Mark grabbed the back of his legs, just under his knees, and pulled them up to his chest. He opened himself as wide as possible, offering me everything.
“Do it, Joey. Destroy me.”
“I’m not here to destroy you, kid.” I leaned down and gave him a long, slow kiss. “I’m here to make you feel good.”
And I did.
I went in deep but slow, taking my time and allowing him his. I made sure his chute was relaxed and ready for everything I gave it.
Eventually, yes, he came back to demanding that I pound him. But not before we spent a good 20 minutes slow-thrusting. I pushed deep enough to hear him moan, to feel his toes curl.
Mark started pushing back, driving me deeper into him and making the thrusts harder. He begged me to rail him and I knew this time he meant it. So I gave it to him hard.
I pistoned in and out like a freight engine. And I exploded in him with the kind of violent crash a speeding train makes when it runs into something as hard and fast and determined as it is. Mark and I, we’d both met our match.
I collapsed onto him and I realized that somewhere along the way he had cum too. My chest was slicked up with all the jizz he sprayed out while I was hammering him.
Now exhausted, we lay on our sides, pressed together and kissing. Within ten minutes our skin was stuck together where the jizz had dried. The stuff bonded skin like it was super glue.
“Dammit!” I swore as I tried to pull us apart at one of the stuck spots.
Mark laughed. “I told you you can’t get away from me. Not that you’d want to.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
“Joey.”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for being my first.”
“It’s an honor.”
“It felt awesome.”
“You don’t have to tell me. Your moans did that job during the last hour.”
“Well, it was pretty great. But doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck you again. ‘Cause I’m definitely doing that.”
“Mark, for the first time today you’ve said exactly the right thing.” He smiled and I smiled and then we both started laughing. We giggled and kissed and held each other until we fell asleep.
***
We woke up several times overnight—to fuck again, to kiss, to just stare into each other’s eyes. We knew there were precious few hours before we went back to separate lives.
Dawn broke and we reluctantly left the bedroom. I got everyone breakfasted and we piled into a small Uber. Mark and I were squished together, which was fine by me. He teased me with his fingertips on the underside of my knee.
I helped drag their luggage to the ticket counter and everyone got checked in.
Then Kathy and Serena went to the bathroom and Mark and I had an unexpected moment to ourselves. I mean, it wasn’t private. There were hundreds of people in the check-in area. But with Kathy and Serena away for a few minutes we could try to say an actual goodbye to each other.
We stared at each other for a good thirty seconds before either of us spoke. He went first. “Thank you, Joey. This meant everything.”
It was heartfelt, and he said it with a seriousness that made me uncomfortable, for reasons I didn’t fully understand. My palms got sweaty and my mouth went dry. Finally I croaked something out.
“Everything? That’s a little dramatic.”
“Shut up.”
“What?”
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Joey.” He put a hand on the back of my head and pulled my face into his. He kissed me slow and deep, despite having 23 years of age between us and 400 people standing around us. Mark didn’t care. He didn’t care about any of that. But he seemed to care about me.
So I let myself go. I kissed him back.
We locked lips for a good two minutes—maybe three—and then I got nervous that Kathy and Serena would come back and see us. I broke it off and looked around. No sign of them yet. Whew.
Then I saw Pablo with a suitcase two rows over, staring at us in disbelief. His face telegraphed shock, maybe even disgust, and I remembered his words yesterday, “Isn’t he like your nephew or something?”
“I lied, Pablo!” I called out.
Pablo stopped moving and Mark froze. The whole crowd waited for me to speak. They seemed usure of what I would say. I was unsure too. And then I blurted something right out.
“It’s because he’s my boyfriend!”
Pablo shook his head in disgust and walked away, muttering to himself. Mark let out a belly laugh, then he slapped me on the back a couple times and pulled me close. He held me tight and whispered into my neck.
“I know you’re just saying that to piss him off. And that’s cool. But I kinda liked hearing it. Maybe it’s an idea to play around with, you know? Like, can I call you sometimes when I’m back to school?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Mark squeezed my butt. “It’s a deal then. And I’m gonna hold you to it. All of it.”
He kissed me again, an extended kiss, lasting a couple minutes. This time neither of us cared who might be watching or when family was coming back. We were celebrating the end of a great vacation. And the start of something even better.
END
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Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon x pregnant reader : talking to their child
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Thank you @elyn-27 for the request !
This is a really cute concept , always down to write something wholesome for my favorite boys ://)
Hope it turned out okay ! 
Details : use of female reader ( preferred given the premise ) ; 
established relationships ; 
no warnings needed 
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Bullfrog 💚
Oh yeah … he definitely talks with the baby a lot , mostly when the both of you are someplace safe , just cuddling after a long day . 
Hearing Bullfrog whisper in the coziness of your room , his head gently placed against your belly , never fails to make you smile . 
< Oui , mon petit , that really happened today ! 
If your mother didn’t patch me up , it would’ve all been very troublesome …
She truly is une merveille ~ > 
< Aww , honey … ! ~ > 
You can see his eyes light up every time he hears the baby move even just a little , and it’s honestly the most precious thing : 
this frog is just so excited about your child , but he tries really hard to contain himself to avoid overwhelming you too much … 
Instead , Bullfrog continues on caressing your belly with his strong , gentle hands , a smile of pure delight on his face while he does it . 
Bullfrog does indeed get worried about what kind of life your child will have to live , given he is an assassin who often has to leave for the mission assigned by the Warden , and the thought of not being able to be there for them because of what he does crushes him …
However , as soon as you give him that soft , understanding look and pat on the bed to suggest him to lie down with you , he just feels a wave of peace and most of all love wash over his troubled mind :
resting his head on your belly is something that works like magic for your lover .
< Mm , mercy mon amour … > 
< No need to thank me , sweetie : we are going to be okay , I just know it . > 
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Rayman 🧡
Okay , did I mention that Bullfrog is one who talks to the baby a lot ?
Because Rayman beats him fair and square on that account : 
if he could he would never leave your side , busy to explain your child just how perfect in every way their mother is . 
It’s very cute ;//C//; 
< Oh yes indeed , y/n is very wonderful ! 
She is the light of my life , my beautiful sweetheart , and - > 
< Ray honey , you’re gonna be late for work ~ > 
< Oh - I almost forgot — 
Uh , I’ll be back soon , okay ? Both of you , wait for me ! 
Love you ! > 
< Love you too !
… heh … your Dad is surely something isn’t he ? ~ >
Rayman definitely kisses your belly pretty much every time you’re together , enjoying to hear your adorable flustered giggles …
< Ah , there is that lovely smile … god , I wish we could stay like this forever , I’m in heaven whenever I hear your voice ~ > 
< H-Heyy come on , now you’re just trying to make me blush ! ~ > 
< Hehe , can’t say that’s not true darling ~ > 
Rayman also loves to place his head on the crook of your neck , occasionally giving it a little kiss while his hands gently hold your belly …
It’s a very intimate little moment that really helps him calm down , especially after he’s had a long day at work . 
You really make this man feel like home , and he will never be able to thank you enough .
< I love you … mm … I love you so much , y/n … I can’t wait for our little angel to arrive … ~ > 
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Ramon 🖤
Ramon’s nights are often tormented by nightmares and understandable worries for you and your child’s futures , so most of the time he ends up resting his head on your belly , the comfort of your warmth being the only thing that can put him at ease …
< Bad dream … ? > 
< … yeah . 
Is it okay if I … ? > 
< Of course Ram , you can stay there as long as you want .
We are both here for you … don’t forget that , okay … ? > 
< I could never … > 
And it’s mostly at night , while he is trying his best to fall asleep , that you’re able to hear Ramon talk to your child with a very quiet voice to avoid waking you up : 
it’s something that he does fairly often , it’s just very soothing for him .
< … it’s not gonna be easy when you’ll get here , I won’t lie to you … but I promise that no matter what happens I’m going to keep you safe … I will keep all of us safe . 
I owe this to you … I owe this to my beautiful y/n … > 
< Mmm … are you talking about me back there , Ram ? ~ > 
< Oh - 
I … heh , thought you couldn’t hear me … 
I still one hundred percent mean what I said , though ~ > 
Whenever he has to leave your place ( something that almost never occurs since he wants to be there for you as much as possible ) , Ramon makes sure to say goodbye to both of you before heading out , it’s something that he never forgets .
< Be careful out there , my love … mm … we will be waiting for you . > 
< I’ll be careful darling , don’t worry … take care of yourself while I’m gone , okay ? 
And the same goes for you . >
After one last kiss on your belly he steps out in the dangers of the street , with only one thing in mind : 
going back home to you and your child , no matter what . 
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