#biting his biceps and pectorals

[baeshijima]

To: Sophie

Subject: I was thinking about how haitham's birthday is so close to valentine's day

On the occasion of valentines day, have some chocolates🍬🍫!!

Anyways, since haitham's birthday was just a few days ago, I had a random thought hehehe

What if:

Alhaitham, having gotten off work earlier than usual because of the occasion that is his birthday, planned on taking a walk around the grand bazaar, considering that he hadn't had the time for some leisurely window-shopping (definitely not because he wants to check if that 'horrendous sculpture' (Kaveh's words, not his) was still up for sale)

But those thoughts are forced to stop when Alhaitham stops, his lips tugging in a slight frown at the bustle. It was... beyond crowded, people rushing from one stall to the other, examining the products on display.

No matter, he thinks to himself, he still has plenty of things to do to keep himself entertained. Now, he takes off for Lambard's Tavern.

But no, the archons were against him, fate wanted to have his plans crushed like a piece of paper— heck it seemed like all of Teyvat came together to plot against allowing him some simple pleasures.

Whatever was the hassle about, Alhaitham didn't need to ask. He knew. He knew all too well.

There were people flooding in and out of the tavern, and his ears can't hear anything but queries about booking a table for the 14th.

Valentine's day preparations. Ridiculous.

Why did his birthday have to land so close on the calendar to that— that annoying occasion. He couldn't even enjoy something so simple on his birthday, could he?

A sigh is close to slipping past his lips as he turns on his heels, ready to slip past the in coming guests. But no, even that wasn't going as planned.

Whoever took hold of his hand was going to face his meanest, most coldest glare, and—

"Your came!" He recognises your voice as you chime, apparently having forseen his arrival, and already dragging him deeper into the tavern. "Good good, we were just about to send the Traveler to call for you!"

Whoever was 'we'— oh, of course.

"Happy birthday!"

Alhaitham's eyes flick across the table you brought him to. He takes notice of the Traveller and Paimon, the Mahamatra and the bushy-tailed forest watcher, even Dehya. And of course, his loud, architect roommate who was currently holding up a cake to his face.

"Make a wish!" Paimon and Kaveh's voice manage to ring from the very loud background noises.

Looks like Alhaitham didn't need to think more of how to entertain himself, but when he has friends to look out for him.

Also, it looks like your birthday is coming close! Happy birthday in advance!!!!

🍀

CLOVER NONNIE THIS WAS SO !!!!!!! SO ??????? SO………… SO CUTE 😭😭 the way he loosened up when he realised who grabbed his hand…. teeheeing so hard rn…..

thank u clover nonnie for the delicious haitham food 😩 (and yes my bday is soon !! its in a few hours that i turn 19, aka one year closer to my second decade on this planet 🧍‍♀️)

#omg a convo !? #clover nonnie !! #biting his biceps and pectorals

[sashiavi]

imagine big boy diluc… like VERY HUGE!!1!1!!1 his beautiful thick arms are bigger than ur head, his tummy, his thighs, his ass, HIS TITS FBWNBDKWNDKW idk i have always hc him as big and hairy, it really suits him (in my opinion) and jesus my heart hurts when i imagine fucking him sooo good 😭😔😔😔😭😭😭😔😔

Ughh you're sooo right- big boy Diluc please rearrange my guts ! ! Diluc needs to be built like Gallagher from hsr !

I've had this idea of him just rOTTING in my notes for genuinely over a year now- was waiting for someone to say it 😩

Warnings : 18+ Smut | Size Difference | Detailed body descriptions (we're analysing this man today)

Hope you enjoy ♡♡

•··········🍑···········• ֪٘ ︶ ͝ ٘⏝𖹭⏝ ͝ ٘︶٘ ֪•···········🍑··········•

BigBoy!Diluc with his sleeves rolled up, dark hair on his arms on display from elbow to wrist. Forearms thick and veiny- so fucking strong, throwing you around with ease.

BigBoy!Diluc with his large hands, so warm and tough, bigger than your face. Imagining his palms caressing over your skin, sucking in the heat from his fingers. Archons his fingers, thick, long and calloused and yet still so pretty. Perfect for suckling and choking on them, sobbing when he finger fucks your pretty pussy.

BigBoy!Diluc who eats well, of course he does, with all that luxury and money. He's not as lean as he used to be, when he was the Cavalry Captain for the Knights of Favonious, but Gods was he still strong. Wielding that heavy claymore with ease, carrying stock boxes for the Tavern, effortlessly fucking you in the air, held up by just his hands.

BigBoy!Diluc with strong, broad shoulders, big back and biceps, filled out with thick muscle. Gods his chest- Pectorals filled out with fat and muscle, decorated in delicate freckles and moles and a decent patch of hair on his sternum - Pretty pink nipples sealing the deal.

BigBoy!Diluc with a little bit of a tummy, soft love handles barely peaking over his trousers, still packed with hard muscle, cushioned with a bit of fluff. Perfect for grabbing, pulling his hips towards your own.

BigBoy!Diluc with his hairy belly, leading down down into his pants, happy trail framing his tummy and torso perfectly.

BigBoy!Diluc with his thick thighs, perfect for you to sit on, snuggled in his lap like a lapdog. Perfect for you to straddle and ride, big, warm hands on your hips guiding you to hump on him like a puppy.

BigBoy!Diluc with his large, broad nose, always jabbing and nudging into your perfect pretty clit while he tongue fucks your pussy. His crimson eyes looking up at you from behind the arched bridge of his nose, drunk and bleary, teeth nearly accidentally biting into the soft flesh of your cunt.

BigBoy!Diluc and his fat cock. Thick and pudgy, angry, flushed pink tip oozing globs of pre down his shaft. Gods, his cock. Pulsing and flexing, pretty veins accenting his richly thick length. Heavy shaft bobbing with arousal, struggling to stand tall from its weight.

BigBoy!Diluc with his heavy breeder balls, perfectly accented by his thick thighs. Groomed but still hairy, perfectly pairing with his droopy, heavy cock.

BigBoy!Diluc who has stamina. Fucking up your pussy over and over, holding his warm hand on your tummy, over that thick belly bulge the pudgy head of his cock stabs into you.

BigBoy!Diluc who can easily take all those scratches, teethy kisses, the crescent moons of your nails digging into his back.

BigBoy!Diluc putting pants on in the morning, bare back covered in old scars and new nail scratches. He can barely shuck them on, hindered by the heavy swell of his cock and the thick of his ass.

BigBoy!Diluc who brushes your hair out of your face with his thick fingers, palm rested on your temple, oh so warm in the morning chill.

BigBoy!Diluc with his pretty smile, kissing a soft goodbye on your forehead with his plump lips.

BigBoy!Diluc who will be back later, wrapping you up in the comfiest hug, huge arms wrapped around your body, strength lifting you in a silly twirl, lips peppering hot kisses all on your face.

•··········🍑···········• ֪٘ ︶ ͝ ٘⏝𖹭⏝ ͝ ٘︶٘ ֪•···········🍑··········•

#ʚ•*°SashiAvi Writes°*•ɞ #sashiavi mail 💌 #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin x y/n #afab reader #genshin impact smut #ʚ•*°sashiavi writes°*•ɞ #diluc x y/n #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc smut #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact #diluc x reader smut

[sanguineterrain]

Would you be willing to write a Jason Todd x reader inspired by the bulletproof vest scene from Criminal Minds? Maybe it's early in their relationship and they're fussing after hearing he's been shot. Maybe with an annoyed Damian breaking up their flirting?

(Here is the scene if you don't know what I'm talking about!! youtube.com/watch?v=C2bjYavXWec)

Haha this was such a fun prompt! Thanks for sending 🩷 I love prompts inspired by tv scenes

jason todd x gn!reader. minor injury, fluff, suggestive/implied nsfw, making out, implied timkon

****

Jason opens the door, looking extra comfy in his GU sweatpants and a Wonder Woman t-shirt. His curls stick up in fifteen different directions, making him look like an overgrown chick.

You'd coo if your heart hadn't been in your stomach all night.

"Hey, ba—"

You launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The force of your embrace makes Jason stumble back a step. You suddenly remember his injury and reel back.

"Baby, what's goin' on?" His eyes are wide. Jason holds onto you, inspecting you right back.

"I'm so sorry!" you say, hands fluttering over his body. "Oh God, did I reopen stitches? Fuck, fuck—"

"Sweetheart." Jason places both hands on your shoulders and guides you away from the door. He kicks it shut with his foot. You both settle on the couch. "What're you talking about? Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" You sit up. Jason rests his head on the back of the couch, watching you. "God, Jason, you got shot! I heard you caught fire this morning so I got here as quickly as I could. Did I reopen stitches? Be honest because I swear to God, Jay, if you lie to me about that..."

"Honey. Oh my love. Y'know I'm crazy about ya?" Jason holds your face with both hands and squishes your cheeks. He's smiling. "I got shot in my bulletproof vest. No stitches required. Who told you I got shot?"

You take his hands and hold them to your chest. "Well, I was listening to the comms 'cause I can't sleep when you have overnight missions and—"

"You haven't slept all night?" Jason frowns. "Baby, you need to sleep."

You scoff. "None of that matters, Jay. What I'm hearing is that you still got shot!"

"'S not a big deal, honest. Just a few bruises. Leslie wrapped me up, see?"

Jason lifts his shirt. His ribs are wrapped in an ACE bandage. You feel around for a secret wound.

"No blood?" you ask, poking at the edges.

Jason laughs and catches your hand. He kisses your knuckles. "No, sweetness. No blood. 'S just a little sore." He lets his shirt fall. You're only a little disappointed by the loss of his bare skin.

"Why would Bruce send you out in a bulletproof vest? Of all the stupid—usually you wear your armor! That's actually bulletproof! Vests are bullet-resistant. That's like saying Gotham rats are toxin-proof. Just because they don't die from the Joker gas anymore doesn't mean they aren't higher than kites when it happens."

Jason kisses your cheek. It turns your insides ooey-gooey. He's always so warm, so solid.

"Mm. I'll call Merriam-Webster tomorrow and relate your beef with 'em. And to answer your question, I was undercover, so no armor. But I am fine. Okay?"

"I'll be the judge of that, mister."

You hike his shirt up to his neck and pat down his chest. Jason honest-to-God giggles, which only encourages you. You pinch the soft skin under his biceps, then kiss down his sternum. He squirms, sliding so he's lying on the couch.

"Tickles," Jason says, letting you love on him.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm trying to conduct a very serious medical examination," you say, biting your lip to keep from laughing. "I think I'll need a closer look at these."

You kiss Jason's right pectoral, and his face flushes pink like it always does because you know how sensitive he is there and how his sensitivity makes him shy. Your mouth grazes his nipple and a tiny grunt pushes out of his throat.

"'M just a piece of meat to you, huh?" He catches you with a hand on your hip.

You smile and nip his neck, careful of his bandage. Jason's breath hitches.

"Please, baby, show mercy. Want me to get on my knees an' beg? I will."

"Sir, that is highly unprofessional language for this procedure. I'm afraid I'll have to give you an oral exam to see what's causing that filthy mouth of yours."

"Yeah, I'll show you filthy," Jason murmurs, cupping the back of your head. "Let's see how filthy y'get when I—"

"Oh my God, stop."

"Todd!"

You freeze with Jason's mouth on your neck and your shirt rucked up. Tim and Damian are at the edge of the living room. Tim looks nauseous. Damian's mouth is shriveled like a prune.

You scramble off of Jason, mortified, and smooth down your shirt. Jason leisurely turns his head, still holding onto you. He sighs.

"What d'you brats want?"

"To erase the last sixty seconds from my brain," Tim says.

Jason grins, all teeth. "That can be arranged."

You roll your eyes. "We're sorry, guys. Did you need Jason?"

"Yes. Father wants you back at the Cave immediately for debrief," Damian says, glancing at Jason's exposed bandages with tangible disgust.

You tug down Jason's shirt. His mouth quirks briefly before he registers his brother's request.

"Oh, hell to the fucking no. I got back two hours ago. Tell him to fuck off."

"I think you tell him enough for all of us," Tim says. "It's just a debrief. Babs started timing him and he's been good about keeping them short."

"He can email me. I'm not going to the Cave for a damn debrief."

Tim squints at Jason, then you. "I see. You know, you're awfully energetic for someone who should be recovering. Leslie benched Dick the last time he overexerted himself."

Jason raises an eyebrow. "I wouldn't be speaking about exertion after what you and Connor did at the Kents' fourth of July picnic last year, Timbelina."

Tim somehow turns more pale. Damian whips his head around.

"Drake? What is he talking about?"

"Nothing. C'mon, Damian, let's go. Jason can debrief later."

He hauls a protesting Damian out the fire escape. Jason waves after them.

"Uh-huh, take care now, bye-bye! Close the window on your way out!"

The window slams shut. You look at Jason, eyes wide.

"What...?"

He shrugs. "Brotherly blackmail. All in good spirit."

"I see. You really don't need to go? I can wait."

"Nah. Bruce can wait. I have a very important injury that needs tending to."

You roll your eyes, smiling. "Uh-huh. Are you sure you're okay?"

Jason kisses you. "Positive," he says against your mouth. "This is nothing. But I appreciate you worrying about little ol' me."

"I'll always worry about you, Jay."

He ducks his head and nudges your neck like a cat. "I know, baby. 'S why I'm the luckiest guy in the whole wide world."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood fanfiction #jason todd fluff #jason todd smut #jason todd imagine #dc fanfiction #dc imagine #batman fanfiction #batman imagine #dc #inbox #blurb

[utahimeow]

ushi is so chew toy coded

he comes home from a run one day and he’s in a black compression shirt that you urged him to buy and god are you glad you did. your eyes lock onto his biceps, of course, which almost look like they’re bulging out of the sleeves.

“toshi, that shirt looks so good on you,” you tell him. you can almost see the outline of his six pack, and the way his pectorals stretch out the shirt a little.

“well, you did suggest i buy it, love, so i would hope so,” he replies, smiling softly as you stride towards him.

“like i literally just wanna…”

he doesn’t expect the way you take his arm, and bring his bicep to your mouth, and sink your teeth into it. you don’t do it hard or anything, just enough until you’re satisfied.

he’s puzzled, and he doesn’t hide that in his facial expression whatsoever. however he doesn’t have the heart to question you out loud. perhaps, he thinks, it’s equivalent to you kissing him. then again, why not just kiss him?

when you’ve had your fill, you blink up at him with an face he wants to keep in his mind forever.

“sorry, your arms look so biteable,” you explain.

“did you have fun?” he asks.

“i did, thank you,” you tell him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing your lips to his.

it happens again when he gets out of the shower one evening. he walks into the living room where you’re watching some drama series, and he’s in sweats and nothing else. the tips of his hair are wet. he settles onto the couch next to you and in the corner of your eye, you see his pecs. plump. squishy.

“these look bigger,” you tell him, reaching over to squeeze one of them in your hand. “is that why you’ve been in the gym so much?”

“i’ve been going a normal amount i think,” he replies, unfazed by your groping.

“hmm,” you say, like you’re genuinely musing, and then with that you lean in to take his pec in your mouth.

this time wakatoshi chuckles with surprise, a short, deep rumble of laughter at the sensation of you nibbling at his skin.

“is this your… thing now?” he asks.

you sit back, smiling, a cat that got the cream. “mhm.”

after that he’s never safe from you ever again. his forearms, cheeks, neck, collarbones, thighs are all chewed on. he doesn’t complain though. he would never.

wakatoshi has struggled with intimacy and affection his entire life—it wasn’t something he came face to face with often. you, however, are showing him everything he’s missed out on. so now, every time you bite him, his heart flutters and he feels grateful.

#felt silly nd soft for him ok #wakatoshi ushijima x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima fanfic #ushijima imagine #ushijima x you #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu x reader #꒰ love letters. ꒱ #꒰ secret admirers. ꒱ #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — ushijima

[mamayan]

☆彡CHOMP★彡

KNY HASHIRA HEADCANONS

BITE FACTOR!

What they do if you randomly bite them♡

FLAME HASHIRA! Kyojuro Rengoku

Awareness: Zero, he doesn’t expect the chomp. He doesn’t react violently though, so don’t worry too much.

Bite Factor: He’s very muscular but when relaxed he’s got a 8/10 on the chew factor. Only a 4/10 if he flexes (which he will if he thinks you’re going to bite, he wants you to think he’s strong).

Best Nibble Points: Bicep (he wants you to), pectorals (tiddies), his ass—

Reaction: He’s gonna either laugh or pop hard, sometimes both. Pick your location wisely. If you bite his ass he’s smacking yours.

SOUND HASHIRA! Tengen Uzui

Awareness: God level. You snuck up on no one. 100% knows what you’re up to, he can hear you licking your teeth. Your ability to chomp will be solely dependent on his mood to allow it.

Bite Factor: Also a very muscular man, jewelry limits chomp, 6/10 not flexing and 3/10 flexing.

Best Nibble Points: Fingers (be gentle he and his wives need all of them), forearm, cheek—

Reaction: He allowed the bite in the first place, so 100% hard. Probably hard before you even bit. If you nibble very gently, he may pat your head.

Bonus! His wives all enjoy this game too, and will play with you and invite you to play with them. They are all 10/10 on bite factor, but vary on awareness and reactions.

STONE HASHIRA! Gyomei Himejima

Awareness: He knows your there, but 100% doesn’t know your intention is to chomp he’s fucking blind. Be careful! He might accidentally pull you off, and that might take your teeth out.

Bite Factor: He’s jacked but has a good soft layer of fluff for a whopping bite factor of 9/10! If he’s flexing, 4/10.

Best Nibble Points: Lips (be gentle and don’t be mean), inner thigh, tummy—

Reaction: If you’re smart and don’t try and take a chunk out of him, he is just curious what you’re up to. Might squish your cheeks and tease you. Might cry. If you chomp too hard and he isn’t prepared, he might push you throw you across the earth.

WIND HASHIRA! Sanemi Shinazugawa

Awareness: I’d say 50/50 he’ll see it coming. If it’s the first chomp, he’s unaware, but he learns quick. You’ll need to start adding in feints to trick him. He will avoid any chomps he thinks are coming his way. He gets embarrassed and then angry.

Bite Factor: Fucking terrible, he squirms and squeals, but he does have good squish… 6/10. Flexing is a given because he tenses up like you’ve put a knife to his throat right when teeth touch flesh.

Best Nibble Points: Love handles (he’s ticklish and it’s funny to hear him shout), hamstring (easier sneak factor), ears—

Reaction: He is .2 seconds away from screaming for mommy Ubuyashiki to tattle on you. He won’t tell you his dick is hard nor will he admit he wants to bite you back. His reactions are genuine and honest, what you see is what you get. 10/10 for cuteness and flushed face when you do get him.

WATER HASHIRA! GIYUU TOMIOKA

Awareness: …none. He’s absolutely defenseless like a newborn kitten. He’s so damn startled and shocked it may leave him out of commission for a little while give him time okay.

Bite Factor: He may look cold but he actually is cold. He’s made of steel. Awful chomps but don’t tell him it’ll hurt his feelings. 5/10 and I’m being generous.

Best Nibble Points: Triceps, palm of hands, neck— (he’ll go feral watch out).

Reaction: What he lacks in chomp factor he makes up for in reaction. Just go ahead and pull your pants down now, it’ll save time. He gets shockingly turned on! Feel free to really sink your teeth into him, he might moan.

SERPENT HASHIRA! Obanai Iguro

Awareness: Low! He doesn’t expect the chomp even when you’ve chomped him before! He might be cautious around you for a few days after but he’ll forget.

Bite Factor: He’s lean and pretty tough sadly, even worse of a chomp than Giyuu. 4/10. I don’t make the rules, oh wait I do.

Best Nibble Points: Shoulders (easy), clavicle, hips— why you down there?!

Reaction: Either comical and you receive a lecture on discipline or he’s melting like butter in a hot pan. He might tie you up and leave you dangling for a while don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time.

MIST HASHIRA! Muichiro Tokito

100% platonic, he is a child!

Awareness: Where did he go? He’s gone before you get the chance to chomp ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ If you manage a lucky chomp, count your blessings the kid is quick.

Bite Factor: Lowest on this list! 1/10, he’s got no more baby fat but not enough weight yet to qualify a good chomp factor. Baby Muichiro though would be 100/10 cuz baby cheeks.

Best Nibble Points: NONE don’t bite him weirdos. BABY CHEEKS— I totally bite my nieces cheeks lol

Reaction: If you get a cheek chomp, he’s letting it happen. Be appreciative he’s allowing you near him, be polite to the cats napping and keep your voice down. 2/10 cuz he’s straight faced and not very cute about it.

LOVE HASHIRA! Mitsuri Kanroji

Awareness: She’s actually very aware! All chomps are welcome and adored please bite her.

Bite Factor: ekekekekEKEKEKEKEMEKEEKEKEKEKEKEKEK ♾️/10 like the perfect chomp every time no matter where you chomp. She’s so damn soft but she’s also fairly muscular too, it’s the perfect combination she’s got memory foam thighs.

Best Nibble Points: THIGHS (she’s a little ticklish too, points for the cute giggles), Chest (I said what I said), coochie— (I SAID WHAT I SAID)

Reaction: No cute surprises but she’s very cuddly and sweet. She will nibble back~ ♡

INSECT HASHIRA! Shinobu Kocho

Awareness: Woman has eyes in the back of her head I swear, no surprises for her. Any and all chomps are proofed and vetted. Good luck.

Bite Factor: A perfect 10/10! No surprises though, she’s small and soft, perfect bite material get it like wife.

Best Nibble Points: Anywhere. Literally, I’m not joking. If she lets a nibble through, she’s got plans for you.

Reaction: Just go ahead and put the collar on already, you’ve initiated play at this point. That sweet smile :3

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #head canons kny #Hashira head canons #chomps #KNY HASHIRA HEADCANONS #gyomei himejima #Kyojuro rengoku #Tengen Uzui #Obanai Iguro #muichiro tokito #shinobu kocho #Giyu Tomioka #sanemi shinaguzawa #mitsuri kanroji #fluff #cute #I’m so tired

[theold-ultraviolence]

Reader is also very interested when Aemond works out at home but for very different reasons 👀

Omg of course!!! are you kidding...

cw: reader lusting over Aemond working out, PIV sex (but just the beginning of it because this is just a drabble)

It's raining outside and yet the spot beside you on the bed is empty, so that can only mean one thing: Aemond is already up and working out. You just hope he hasn't gone out for his morning run with this weather. So you go through your own morning routine, washing your face and teeth, brushing your hair and grabbing a robe before going to the kitchen to prepare some coffee.

And then you're struck first thing in the morning, with Aemond all settled in the living room working out. You lurk ever so silently to watch him, all mesmerized and freaking drooling over the sight.

His Adidas sweatpants are sticking to his lean legs, all sweaty as he he's doing push ups on the floor; he's got a tank top that shows off the way his shoulders and biceps bulge as he lifts himself up and down, over and over as if it's the easiest thing in the world and he weighs nothing.

He's doing some kind of cycle set because suddenly he's on his back, doing quick bicycle crunches that leave nothing to the imagination every time he extends-bends his legs, then switching quickly to bridge pose and repeating those same leg extensions as he's got his lower back lifted from the ground.

His silver blonde hair is dripping with sweat, he's grunting and huffing every time he does a rep, brows furrowed and nose all scrunched up in endurance. Instantly, you imagine those same sounds in a totally different setting, imagine yourself on the ground beneath him just as he turns over into a plank position to do mountain climbers.

Imagine that same gorgeous body, dripping with sweat, but naked on top of you.

Dear lords, you don't know if the room temperature is going up because of all the heat that Aemond is building up or if it's just you getting all flustered just watching him. Now that he's doing those god damn mountain climbers you have the perfect view of his ass, and an even better one of his bulge hanging there enticingly underneath his sweatpants.

You'd feel bad for gawking at him this way if this was any other person. But it's Aemond; whom you've been in a committed relationship wth for years now, with whom you share an apartment and have two doggies with. One of whom - Patch, your one-eyed pup - is beside his dad, hilariously imitating what Aemond is doing, and totally unaware of you lusting over him in one corner.

You watch him as he finishes his set, standing up and stretching his limbs, taking off his shirt to cool down before gulping down from his water bottle. The way his neck leans back to drink, exposing his jutting Adam's apple as he drinks, is what finally makes a quiet moan leave your throat.

Aemond follows the sound and blushes bright crimson when he sees you.

Before an evil smirk curves up his lips, and he turns to fully face you.

"What are you doing there, love? were you watching me this entire time?"

You can't even bring yourself to reply, feeling your throat all dry at the sight of his sculpted torso, his sharp hipbones and milky white skin all blotchy and glistening. Your eyes travel from his pectorals and the sweaty chest hair that covers them, down to all the moles scattered all over his stomach.

"Can you blame me?" You utter as you take a brave step forward while undoing the sash of your robe and discarding it on the floor.

Thankfully Patch gets too distracted with your robe, biting it and running off to his little nest by the kitchen to either play or go back to sleep.

Because you're on Aemond in a flash, pushing back down onto the couch, climbing on top of him and taking off your sleep t-shirt. "How about some cardio to finish off your workout?" you grin as your hands fly to the waistband of his sweatpants to pull them down, finding Aemond already rock-hard and leaking.

And he's chuckling to himself - all dimpled cheeks and gleaming eyes as he grabs a handful of your ass and helps you sink down onto him. "I'm so lucky to have a partner who cares about my fitness."

#aemond targaryen #modern!aemond #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #reader insert #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen drabbles #aemond drabble #hotd #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #my writing #literally wasn't meaning to write something but I need the distraction and this thought was too perfect

[daydreamerbunny]

Silly Girl [ Jake Sully x Omatikaya female!reader ]

heavily inspired by this art by @thevanityofthefox 

Scenario: imagine tying up Jake in attempts to spice it up in your sex life and it does not go in your favor.

Pairing: Jake Sully x Omatikaya female!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, kind of mean Jake, spanking, orgasm denial, bondage, there is aftercare, not proofread lmao it's nearly 4 am

Author's note: giving young Jake some love lmao enjoy! thank you @thewayofhim for enabling this. If you see any errors no you didn't--

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Well, hello there." Jake leaned back against you as you ran your hands over his muscles and kissed his cheek from behind.

You hummed in response as you essentially felt up your mate. You run your hands over his pecs and then over his collarbones. Jake relaxed into your caresses and closed his eyes, his ears relaxing. You smiled gently and kissed his temple, running your hands down his biceps. You basked in the moments where you could take care of him. He was also insisting on providing for you even though you both knew that you could handle yourself just fine. That was part of the reason Jake fell for you. Quite literally.

"Ma Jake." You purred into his ear and watched it flick to attention. "Let me take care of you."

Jake's eyes open and he chuckles, shaking his head. "Not a chance, sweetheart."

"I had a feeling you would say that." You huffed and quickly grabbed his wrists, wrapping them in the rope as fast as possibly.

"Hey!" Jake's eyes widened and he attempted to stop you, but you were too quick. While Jake was strong you always had the upper hand in your stealth and speed.

You smile at your handy work and move to a crotched position, leaning to the side to look at your mate's annoyed expression. Once Jake saw your smile he glared. That look made you weak in the knees, but you wanted to keep committing to your act. You watched as his ears pinned back and his tail swished in high annoyance. You stood up and moved in front of him.

"You little minx." Jake almost growled with his fangs exposed and he lunged forward, but it was useless due to his hands being bound. "Let me go if you know what's good for 'ya." He threatened.

You grinned mischievously at the nickname. A name that Jake had to teach you the first time he called you that, which wasn't often. "I'd say that's a pretty unfair name to use in your position." You teased and got down on your knees, crawling into his lap. "Be a good boy and let me take care of you."

Jake was uncharacteristically quiet, but you took it as him submitting for once. Your tail swished happily at the idea. Your eyes leave his as you watched your fingers descend from his pectorals to his stomach. You graze the tips of your fingers down his abs and watched his skin jolt in delight. You bit your bottom lip as you glided over the band of his loincloth and pulled on the ties slowly. You look back up with your eyes and peer at him through your lashes. Jake was watching your hands with his mouth slightly open and his ears were back, his eyes snapped back up to yours.

You lean in and press wet kisses along his jaw, moving down his neck. You left little bites in your journey as your fingers released his almost completely hard erection from the confines of his loincloth. Jake was letting out little huffs of breaths at this point, but he was not letting out what you wanted. Your tail flicks once in annoyance as you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and pump slowly though this doesn't help in your attempt to making Jake relax or make more noise. You started to wonder if maybe the rope was too tight and he wasn't saying anything.

"Ma Jake." You huff against his neck and sit up to peer around his arm to look. "Is the rope too--" You stop your movement and gasp to see that Jake has cut his way through the rope with a knife he picked up when he was lunging at you.

Jake waited for you to make eye contact with him and he raised a brow, tilting his head to the side with a one-tooth grin before full on pouncing you. You felt your heart drop and then you squeal, your heart absolutely racing as he manhandled you. Jake was able to catch you in an element of surprise and uses his strength to his advantage. You put up a good fight, but with his arms and legs he got you on your hands and knees.

"You thought you were so smart, huh sweetheart?" Jake panted as he pushed your upper body down and wrapped the remaining rope around your wrists behind your back. "Let me see this ass, baby."

You whined as removed your loincloth. Jake tsked and brought down a hand on your ass, causing you to yelp. You were honestly so terribly wet from just touching Jake and now for him to be manhandling you and spanking you was too much. Your tail moved out of the way and Jake grinned at the motion. He spanked your ass again and harder this time, another pathetic yelp leaving your mouth.

"What's wrong, baby?" Jake teased as his other hand moved to your core and slide two fingers over your folds. "Can't take it?" He asked as his two fingers slide inside of you.

You roll your eyes back in pleasure and bite your bottom lip, a moan still slipping past your lips. "I'm s-sorry." You started.

Jake's fingers started a brutal pace and another slap was delivered to your now sore cheek, "oh ho, now you're apologizing? I didn't even have to ask you." He teased. "What a good girl."

Your hips wiggle in an attempt to get away from the pleasure that was becoming too much and Jake huffed, wrapping his ankle around yours in attempt to keep you still. Your moans increased in volume as his fingers hit the spot where you needed him most. But you needed his cock inside of you so bad. It was right there you could feel it against your thigh.

"J-Jake please." You panted and your hands twitched in their bounds. "Need you inside." You whined as an orgasm was approaching very quickly.

"I don't know." Jake hummed and spanked you again. "Do dumb little brats deserve my cock?"

"I'm sorry!" You cry out and dig your nails into your palms, "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." You repeat over and over, begging for this release and his cock to be inside of you.

Jake knew you were about to come, but he wasn't going to grant this one. To your dismay, he removes his fingers from your cunt and your cunt convulses around nothing. Your heart is racing and you wiggle your hips some more in desperation. You turn your head some more to watch him lick his fingers and smile at you. You looked so cute with your ass red and with tears in your big eyes. Jake ran his large hands over the plush of your ass and squeezed as he watched your wet core begged to be fucked.

"This is how you take care of me, baby girl." Jake lined his cock up to your entrance and ran a hand down your spine, "just let me fuck 'ya dumb." His fingers wrap around your rope and he thrusts forward, filling you up in the one thrust.

The moan you let out would be embarrassing if you were not so incredibly horny for your mate's cock. Each thrust shoot pleasure through your stomach and down to your toes. At this angle he reached so deep and he knew exactly which pace and intensity would have your toes curling. Jake's grip on your wrists helped pull you down to meet his thrusts and it had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Jake couldn't help his grunts and whimpers with the pleasure and exertion he was putting into fucking you. He wanted to fuck you so dumb that you wouldn't dare to be a brat again.

"That's it, baby." Jake grunted and put one leg up to better stabilize himself. "Fuck." He moaned and threw his head back.

You whined and mewled, just letting your noises free. The orgasm he denied you was coming back with vengeance and white hot pleasure started to fill your stomach. Your nails scratch at the skin they can reach as you cry out for Jake. "Fuck, Jake. Please-- I can't." You tried to let him know.

"I feel you clenching around me, baby." Jake's lower abdomen shook in pleasure as he felt his orgasm closing in. "Come for me, sweetheart."

Your thighs shook as you came and you squirted down Jake's thighs, your heart feeling like it would jump out of your throat. Jake grinned at the physical evidence of your orgasm, but it was quickly stopped by his own. His hands moved to your hips and landed some hard final thrusts as he released inside of you. His fingers digging into your striped skin and his teeth clenching. Jake's ears and tail twitched as he rode out his orgasm.

Jake collapses next to you and pulled you onto him, letting you drape your sore legs across him. He takes the knife and cuts you lose, gently massaging your irritated wrists. He nudges his nose against your temple and moves his hands down, rubbing your sore ass with a smile.

"So, my sweet girl, what was that about?" Jake kissed your forehead as he soothed your skin.

"I just wanted to take care of you." You pouted and nuzzled yourself into his neck, letting him tend to you.

"You do take care of me, baby." He leaned his cheek onto your head and ran his finger tips up your spine. "You take care of me by letting me take care of you."

You hum for a moment and trace circles on his chest, "promise?" You ask.

"I promise, baby." Jake chuckles and runs a hand through your hair.

#jake sully smut #avatar smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully x omaticaya!reader #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #avatar 2009

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Any Aether/Ifrit thoughts?

One time I shattered a jar thinking about Aethfrit.

I think...Ifrit's an instigator. I think he likes to tease and play and wrestle as a way to bond, very physical with his affection. Grabby. Oohs and aahs over Aether's vessel, compares hand sizes and squeezes his biceps to get a feel for his strength and Aether allows it with a sheepish grin. (He might be peacocking a little bit for the pretty water ghoul watching the antics nearby as he smokes...)

"We're pretty matched!" Ifrit says. "Wanna arm wrestle for top bunk?"

Now Aether's more than happy to just give it to him if he asked but there's a light in Ifrit's eyes that's begging for a challenge, and he's scraping his shoe across the ground like a bull about to charge. Aether doesn't need his quintessence to tell him Ifrit's got way too much energy to sit still on that first long flight and a couple rounds might be just the thing to help him settle down.

Ifrit's palm is fever-hot against his skin, his grin reckless and wild as Mist counts down. Aether can already tell it's going to be close as she signals them to start and they push against each other. Aether can't help but grin right back at Ifrit when he realizes they're not using their full strength. It goes on for what seems like forever; one will lose an inch, the other will take it back. Ifrit's palm grows hotter with exertion, Aether calls on the chill of the void to fight back. Steam erupts where their hands meet, they're locked eye to eye, heedless of the world around them until someone yells and the whole table shatters; burnt black on Ifrit's bench, frozen brittle on Aether's. They look at each other through the rubble and burst out into laughter, helping each other up.

"Looks like we're sharing that bunk." Aether teases, taking Ifrit's now significantly cooler hand in his own warm one. "Not claustrophobic, are you?"

'I don't mind a tight squeeze." Ifrit says with a wink.

Now you know damn well what's under this cut

They run into each other in the abbey hallway later that night on their way to the other's room. Ifrit snickers, not unkindly, and catches Aether's hand again. Swings it as he walks and the casual chatter easily erases any awkwardness as they head back to Aether's room. Aether opens the door for him like a gentleman; Ifrit shoves him through and kicks it shut before tackling him on the bed in a kiss that's more teeth than lips. Biting him everywhere Aether encourages, leaving pretty bruises around his nipples that Aether mirrors on him when he realizes how much Ifrit likes his own pectorals lavished with attention. Maybe Aether wouldn't have found out about his own preferences as fast if Ifrit hadn't mapped out every sensitive point on his body that night.

Ifrit doesn't have the majority of his tattoos I like to think he has, but he's definitely gotten started. Some are mundane, just for visual appeal but there's one in particular he's started just under his belly button. When Aether touches the tip of his tongue to the ink, it tingles and Ifrit's cock flexes where it's pinned under Aether's chest.

"Ticklish?" Aether teases as Ifrit squirms in delight.

"Little more than that." Ifrit huffs, and tries to shove Aether down further, bucking his hips and leaving pre smeared on the soft underside of his chin. So naturally, Aether has to pin those hips down so Ifrit doesn't go buck wild and gag him when Aether sucks his cock. Ifrit squeezes his legs around Aether's torso in revenge, Aether reaches up to tweak a nipple and somehow they're wrestling again. Pushing their cocks together, rutting against strong thighs. Ifrit's devilish fingers poke and prod the rolls of Aether's stomach, get him wheezing as Ifrit whispers, "Now who's ticklish, huh?" as Aether's tip starts to leak steadily. "Big guy like you and it's all undone with a few fingers."

"I'll show you my weak point I'd you promise not to use it against me." Aether breathes and when Ifrit's fingers wiggle their way inside, warm and wet with lube, the fire ghoul kisses him so sweetly they both forget it started out so violently. It's a test of Aether's endurance next as he rides first Ifrit's fingers and then his cock, bouncing slow and gentle, saving his stamina to see how long they both can last.

Knowledge Aether is infinitely grateful for when he finally tumbles into bed with Dewdrop later on.

#throwing this in the queue because i wrote it at an insane hour and no one might see it otherwise #aether ghoul #ifrit ghoul #aether x ifrit #ficlet

[thewalkingwillowtree]

Safe Haven

Series Part Listing Found Here

Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love. 

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.

Xilä is my own creation.

~

Part 10 - Red

A brush of hair tickled the tip of Xilä's nose. Unconsciously, she sniffed and shifted away from it, snuggling closer to the wall of warmth in front of her. Bleary eyes blinking open to the span of a chiselled blue chest, she felt the uncomfortable sensation of having a full bladder. 

“Mmm-Tey,” she groggily mumbled, stretching out her legs with a sleepy yawn. “Teyam,” she tried again, when she failed to squirm out of his arms. 

Lifting her head to take account of their position, she slumped back with a sleepy smile. 

She was completely locked in her lover’s embrace. Both laid on their sides, fronts so flushed with each other, she could feel the outline of him poking her through his loincloth.

Her head was cocooned on his right bicep, face a mere inches from a pectoral, while his other arm draped across her waist, hand tucked inside her top, fingers spanning the width of her back. 

“Teeeeyam. Wake up, handsome,” she sang, tilting her head to run her nose under his jaw. 

He shifted with a little groan. “It’s still early, baby. Go back to sleep,” he grumbled over the top of her head- voice rough with sleep as he slipped a knee between her thighs. 

She hissed when he pressed against her bladder. “I have to pee,” she whined, trying to break free again. “Neteyam!” she berated, nipping the skin of his neck. 

After a few more failed attempts, she finally made her break for it, scrambling to climb over his massive frame and out of the room.  

Neteyam was much more awake when she returned. He had turned on her little lamp- its light bathing the room in a soft glow as he sat cross legged on her bed. In front of him was a spread of mismatched breakfast items. 

“What are you eating?” she giggled, slumping her way over to nestle in the well of his legs with her knees tucked to her chest. 

“I raided Salveen’s stock for some breakfast. Did you have dinner last night?” he asked. “I think I forgot to have,” he mumbled over a mouthful as he offered her a bite of his. 

She shook her head in response to his question and took a big bite of the loaf slice in his hand, cheeks puffy as she chewed. 

They ate in silence, feasting on sweetened seed cakes, leftover hexapede stew, slices of Xi's famous loaf and a couple of almost ripe berries.

Feeling full, she fed him her last half of a seed cake, giggling when he playfully nipped her fingertips in the process. 

“I’m sorry about last night,” Xi eventually said, breaking the long comfortable silence. 

“Don’t you dare,” he said, cutting her off. He twisted her sideways and tilted her chin up. “You have no reason to apologize, alright? None.” 

She nodded mutely with a saddened frown, so he kissed it, smoothing away the creases on her forehead with a thumb before kissing the pout off her lips. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he murmured gently. “Was it- was it the one with your mother again?”

“Yes,” she admitted, laying her temple on his shoulder, accepting the hand he gave her to fiddle with. “It was the one about the night she left.”

“Sal and Jxo said you had one the night before as well….do you know if something triggered them?” 

A fleeting flash of her father’s face popped in her mind- his ominous threat to take them back to Li’ona causing the meal she just ate to swirl uncomfortably.

It was on the tip of her tongue to spill everything to Neteyam but she knew how he’d react, so she had to ease the truth out carefully. 

“Um…I ah…” she mumbled, switching her gaze from his face to his fingers she’d been fidgeting with. 

However as she prepared herself to admit the truth, a gruff clearing of a throat interrupted what she was about to say.

“You two better be fucking clothed,” Jxo’s voice echoed from the other side of the curtain. “I’m coming in!” he yelled, giving them no time to have even made themselves decent even if they already were. 

When Jxo pulled aside the privacy curtain, he paused at the sight of their cuddled position, sending a squinted glare over the top of her head. “Alright, get out,” he said simply. 

“Jxo!” she chidded, but Neteyam was already nodding like he expected Jxo’s reaction as he shifted her off his lap.

He kissed her jaw and whispered a quick, “I love you” and “see you later” into her skin, before he was standing tall again to walk right out. 

Jxo regarded Xilä for a few seconds. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and we go for a walk?” he suggested in what she considered his gentle tone of voice. 

~

Walking through Home Camp while barely anyone else was up, felt surreal. There was a peaceful feeling to the village. Tents were lighting up slowly, one by one as their inhibitors awoke to prepare for the day ahead. 

“How are you, kid?” Jxo asked when they strolled past a tent where a fussing baby was heard. 

“I’m good, Jxo. Really good,” she smiled. 

“Even after last night?” he asked, referring to her nightmare. 

“Yes. I’m getting better at not letting them get to me,” she said proudly. 

“Good……..” After a long beat, he said, “Your skxawng boyfriend asked for Sal and my’s blessing last night.”

Xi’s head flicked over to him in surprise, a massive, grin growing on her face. “He did?” she asked, practically swooning.

“Mhm….You really like him, huh?” he asked.

“No,” she said truthfully. “I love him.”

Jxo stopped their pace. He stared out at the herd of grazing direhorses they had just approached and leaned on the enclosure’s fence- arms folded as he gave her his full attention.

“Are you sure this is something you want Xi? I get that you love him, but I want to make sure this is your decision and that you’re not being persuaded or pressured. Being the Chief’s eldest, there are a lot of expectations of him- has he even told you the whole truth on the topic?”

Xilä’s grin didn’t drop for a second. “So Norm taught me something pretty cool the other day- It’s a lot and I’m still learning the names of everything but… Apparently there's an entire universe out there, beyond Pandora. Stars, planets, galaxies. Some that haven’t even been discovered yet. It’s absolutely incredible.”

Jxo listened intently. 

“My point is…out of everyone, out of everything in existence….Neteyam Sully makes me feel like I’m the most important one of them all…and I have never felt that way before. Not once.” 

Xilä walked over and leaned her back on the fence as well. “Jxo. Please know, he’s never pressured me or persuaded me into this…and yes, he has told me everything- about the council and their stupid ultimatum,” she huffed. “I’m not doing this because of that, just so you know.”

Tugging on Jxo’s arm, she continued, “I never knew much about love, Jxo. But I’ve seen the way you and Sal are together.…..I've always wanted that...I never thought I’d ever have a chance at it. I love Neteyam, and he makes me feel so stupidly happy, so safe, and so loved….. I’m sure about this decision Jxo, more than anything.” 

Jxo frowned at the change in her voice, the emotions poking through. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, tucking her in for a hug she eagerly returned. “Looks like I’m getting another idiot son in law,” he grumbled jokingly. 

She giggled. “You know you like him, Jxo,” she teased. “You’re just pretending you don’t like him because you are being protective- over me.” She looked up at him with glistening eyes. “Thank you, for caring,” she said earnestly. “You are the best father I know.” 

He gave her a wobbly smile. “Yeah well, you’re my kid. Of course I care.” He cleared his throat. “I’m not looking forward to when you have to move out,” he admitted. “But, I’ll make sure you have the nicest shit for when you do. I’ll have my guys start working on the beams for the tent and….and I’ll- I’ll craft you the grandest-” He couldn’t finish his sentence. 

“Aw Jxo,” Xi cooed, hugging him tighter. 

They stayed wrapped up in their embrace for a few more minutes before they were suddenly interrupted. 

“Well ain’t this sweet,” a voice drawled out, barging in on their sweet moment.

Xilä's blood ran cold, body turned tense. Jxo released her and stood to his full height as he regarded T'shteyo. “Can I help you with something?” he asked, hands on his hips under the guise of checking his dagger. 

“Came to have a word with my daughter, but I see she’s gone and got herself a new dad-dy. That's what the blood demons call it, right?” 

Xi gripped Jxo’s forearm. “Jxo, let’s go,” she pleaded, eyes darting around for anyone nearby.

“We need to talk, Xilä.” T'shteyo’s stern tone and icy glare had her rooted to the spot.  

The elder stepped in front of her blocking his view. “You’ve got nothing to fucking say to her. Get gone.”

“Looks like you need to learn your place, old man,” T'shteyo threatened as he took a step forward. 

However a group of chatting Na’vi’s who had just rounded the bend, stumbled upon them, interrupting the tense moment- fishermen who were heading out for the day. 

“Everything okay here, Jxo? Xi?” It was Yalnïk- D’avi’s husband and Jxo’s son in law. His grip tightened on his bow as he took in the stand off. 

“Everything is fine, son,” Jxo said, not taking his glare off of the Li’ona male. “T'shteyo here, was just leaving. Right?”

Xilä’s father smiled easily, his eyes jumped from Jxo who’s hand lingered on his knife, to the group of intimidating fishermen, sharpening their suspicious glares. 

“Right,” he spat in faux agreement before turning to stalk away, leaving Xi to release a breath of relief. 

~

All warriors were gathered in a clearing on the east side of the village. They all listened with rapt attention as Neteyam and the clan’s second in command addressed them. 

“Alright that’s it for now. Let’s just recap real quick…For the next moon cycle, teams four and ten are switching with three and six for the night shifts… New trainees will be integrating soon after the upcoming Iknimaya ceremony. That being said, teams! This is a reminder we do not condone hazing.” Neteyam sent a pointed glare to his brother amidst the crowd. 

Lo’ak gave him a “who, me?” look and a mischievous smirk. 

“We’ve had two breaches of Palulukans this week alone because of slacking off. It’s mating season, so they are even more vicious and unpredictable. If you are not taking your patrols seriously you will be stripped of your position, that is not a warning it is a fact.

And lastly all communication devices are due for an upgrade. Please visit the labs as soon as you can and one of the technicians there will assist you. This is a requirement and not a suggestion. Any questions?”

A few members raised their hands. In quick succession, between Neteyam and Gwuyle they were able to respond to all concerns before dismissing the warriors. 

“Leati,” Neteyam called to the woman who was standing nearby. “A moment, please?” 

Leati glanced at the two women beside her with a smirk before flirtatiously prowling towards him. “Of course Nete,” she practically purred loud enough for her friends to hear. “I’ll see you guys later,” she told them.

Neteyam suppressed an eye roll and walked them a few feet away from the dispersing crowd. 

“Before you say anything, I want to apologize for yesterday. You had an emergency with your student and I was not being very considerate. And you were right, Gwuyle was just as good as you are.”

“Leati-”

“We passed by the way. My team. We got a perfect score,” she said, smiling so wide and batting her lashes so fast that Neteyam felt slightly dizzy. “I wish you were there though. It would have been even better,” she purred, sauntering closer to him. 

“Leati,” he said again, a bit sterner this time.

She stepped back and looked down slightly annoyed before fixing him with a hurt glare. “I know what you’re here to say. You choose her, don't you? Xilä.”

“You had no right telling her we were together. None. When did we ever discuss that?” 

She folded her arms in defence. “We didn’t, no. But I just thought, since-”

“But nothing, Leati! We. You and me? We are colleagues. Teammates. That’s it. I’m sorry if you were told otherwise, but it’s on you for believing them. I have no intention of playing games with the council anymore. I suggest you do the same.”

“That’s not fair. We-”

“Tough!” he said, cutting her off again. “What’s not fair is how you went about it, Leati….You should have come to me, not her…..You were cruel, Leati. Unnecessarily cruel,” he hissed.

Her eyes widened in shock at his fury towards her. “I’m sorry, Neteyam.” She reached out to rub his bicep. “Please don’t hate me.”

He stepped back, avoiding her touch. “I don’t, but you hurt the woman I love and I won’t stand for it.”

She flinched when he said the word love. 

“I thought we’d be good together…I thought-”

“Do you even like me?” he questioned. “Do you even know me?”

She breathed out a laugh as if he were being absurd. “Of course I like you. And I’ve known you all my life, Neteyam. Why can’t you just see me?” she snapped. “I’m the one who’s always been there!” 

“What do you like about me,” he asked frankly. 

“W-what?” 

“What. Do you like, about me?” he enunciated again, his frustration peaking through.  

“You- well you’re a good leader and you’re quite fit- better looking than most males.”

He shook his head as if feeling sorry for her.

“And you think that warrants a future with me? You don’t want me, Leati. You want the title. The status, right? The attention? You’re an ambitious woman, which is great. But think about it, you know you only see me as a stepping stone to your next goal- another challenge to achieve….and then what?”

She swallowed, looking torn as she clearly absorbed his words. “But, we’d be the perfect couple, Nete. Everyone sees it. Even the council agrees! You’re the only one fighting this!” 

“Sure, from the outside it would sure seem like we’d be perfect for each other,” he agreed. “But there is no connection between us Leati, we both know that. Can you honestly say, at the end of the day that you see a forever with me? One where you don’t wake up a year later and instantly regret everything. Because if you do, then you need to stop lying to yourself.” 

“Oh Eywa,” she hushed out, face crumpling in realization. “I’m sorry Neteyam,” she whispered automatically. 

“No you’re not,” he said, reading her all too well. “Not yet at least…but maybe one day.” He gave her one last disappointed look before walking off. “Take care, Leati.”  

Lo’ak was waiting for him a couple feet away. When Neteyam caught up to him, their steps matched as they made their way out of the forest. 

“So I hear congratulations are in order,” Lo’ak teased. “I came to tell you myself last night, but you weren’t home,” he said, glancing at his brother with a knowing smirk. 

Neteyam shook his head. “I swear our family can’t keep a secret for shit. Who was it, Kiri or Spider?”

“Both,” he laughed. “And don’t worry, I know we’re keeping it on the down low for now… So? How’s it feel?” he asked out of curiosity. 

At the thought of his gorgeous wife to be, an uncontrollable grin broke out on Neteyam’s face- he and his brother’s spat from yesterday instantly being forgotten.

“Shit. That good, huh?” Lo’ak teased, grinning along as well. “How’d Leati take it? I assume that’s what you two were talking about?”

Neteyam side-eyed his brother. “How do you know about that?” 

Lo’ak shrugged easily and swung an arm around him. “I know everything, big brother,” he said, shaking him a little.

~

It was a week later and Xilä's nerves began to get the best of her. 

“Why are you so fidgety dear? Did you not sleep well? Do you want some tea? Should I send for the healer? You know the talk now is that the Purple Fever season is already here. My friend said her granddaughter’s classmate had it two weeks ago! Can you believe it? Bah! Here let me see your tail, Xi. Goodness, you look like you’re about to be sick!”

Xi shared a slightly nauseous but amused smile with Jxo over the table as his wife fretted over her. 

“She’s fine darling, let the dear finish her breakfast,” the elder said as he chewed on the soft sari cakes and tender meat she and Salveen had slaved over- the man, while an incredible woodworker, could not cook to save his life. 

“I am fine, Salveen. Honest. It’s just, Neteyam is taking me on my final ikran flying lesson this morning and I am a bit anxious is all.”

“Ah…Yes, ikrans can be a bit tricky. But they are majestic beasts. What is it that has you nervous though? He said you have been excelling in your lessons.”

“My fear of flying, mostly...I mean I’m over it- almost… Neteyam's great at helping me face my fears. My first two weeks of lessons alone he had me jumping off cliffs,” she said, making a face of disapproval. “It's just the rites I'm a bit worried about.”

Salveen patted her hand sympathetically. “It’s normal to be nervous darling. The good thing is, you're going to be in very capable hands. That boy won’t let anything happen to you,” she assured with the flick of a hand as she got to her feet to dish out a second helping of food. “Right, Jxo?”

Jxo nodded in agreement, accepting his seconds without a fuss. 

“Now eat up and get going before he sends a search party.”

~

Both Neteyam and Xi agreed it would be easier to meet at the ikran enclosures that morning since Neteyam would be coming in straight from a mid morning patrol shift.

Walking through the bustling encampment with a lot more confidence than her first time, Xi waved to a few familiar faces. She could already hear the loud cries and screeches of the mountain beasts as she neared the enclosures. 

Before she could make it there however, a figure had her faltering in her tracks. Looking cruel and terrifying as ever, her father beckoned her over to his spot where he sat, shaded by a large sprouted plant. 

Glancing around to make sure there were a few people within eye shot, Xi unwillingly walked over, making sure to keep him at a wide berth. 

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, displeased. 

“I haven’t,” she lied in a steady voice.

The truth was she had. He had been popping up more and more lately, trying to have a word with her, but thankfully someone had always been with her at the time.

She’d managed to dodge him a total of over six times in a week without anyone noticing. And after her last encounter with him, she had begged Jxo not to say anything to Neteyam.

Xi was truly going to tell him everything- there just never seemed to be the right moment.

“I’ve been busy with my lessons.”

“Oh yeah? With that boy? JakeSully’s bastard?”

“His name is Neteyam,” she snapped, unable to contain her upsetness. 

A cold smile curled on the Li’ona male’s face. “You’re sweet on him,” he taunted. 

Xi didn’t answer. 

“Listen. You remember our conversation? That means I don’t want you getting too comfortable here anymore. This is not our home. These are not our people-”

“But we’ve been here for so long now, how-!”

“The moment Su’ko slips up, we are going back to Li’ona!” he hissed, cutting her off. “I told you already we are not staying here. I let you have your fun…but it’s time we get back.” 

“Father, there is nothing there for us. You said-”

“I know what I said!” he seethed. “But I am Olo'eyktan! Not some trainee youngling as they so like to treat me here! I will not settle for less. I have had enough of this forest and its fucking inhibitors!”

He began to wrap an armoured band tightly around his forearm. “I didn’t have too, but I’m being kind enough to keep you informed. I lost contact with my insider, so I need you to be ready at a moment’s notice now, since there's another plan in the works. If Su’ko takes the bait, there won't be bloodshed. We’ll be back before you know it. I want none of your whining and back talk either. Understood?”

Her father was a madman she thought- insane. She was not leaving this clan. She had already accepted it as her home. There were people who cared for her here, who she cared for in turn too- the man she loved was here. She refused to return to living in the shadows of a grave. 

“I am not going,” she declared. “I have a life here now. I will not be leaving with you.”

“You say that as if you have a choice,” he said amused. “I need you in order to get back. It’s non negotiable.”

“I don’t care!” she snapped hysterically. “I am not going with you!”

His cold eyes flickered to hers, sending a fearful chill down her spine. 

“I am trying to be kind here Xilä, but you are making it very difficult. You think JakeSully wants us here? You think people like us belong here?! You think because you found yourself a new mommy and daddy to play happy little family with, that they’ll want you forever? You’re new. A shiny toy they’ll soon forget. Because you are nothing! Worthless! You still belong to me brat- ties still as intact as the day you were born and I say you are going! So help me I will drag you back kicking and screaming if I have to!” he was on his feet now, chest heaving as he spat hurtful words. 

Fury boiled in her veins like never before and Xilä shook as uncontrollable tears pooled in her eyes. “I. Said. NO!” she hissed out, palms balled into fists. “Do you understand me?! I am not going! And you’re wrong. I am not worthless. I am not nothing! And you don’t. Own. Me. Anymore.” 

Xilä turned to walk away but her father was faster. 

His hand shot out and clamped her wrist in a vice-like hold, bodily moving her so that his towering frame blocked her from prying eyes. 

“You little bitch,” he seethed. “Did I say you could walk away?”

“N-no,” she stuttered, nervous by his proximity, frantic eyes trying to see around him. “I’m late for my lesson, father. May I please leave?” she pleaded, desperately trying to do damage control- she knew what he was capable of.  

His grip tightened causing her to wince in pain. “We haven’t finished our conversion. What the fuck kind of lessons are they teaching you?” 

“Please, let me go,” she begged, trying to get him to loosen his hold. 

“You think just because they teach you to wield a bow or jump off a cliff and breathe the spirit of Eywa or what ever fuck they call it, you what? You think you’re tough shit now? I am your fucking father, I will not be disrespected.”

Mustering her strength, she shot him a loathsome glare. “You are hurting me. Let. Go.” she hissed through clenched teeth. 

“Little girl, you are testing my patience. I see I’m going to have to break you all over again.” She cried out when her wrist was twisted. 

Laughter from nearby seemed to have reminded T'shteyo that they were out in the open. With a cynical grin and one last bruising squeeze, he roughly shoved her away from him, dropping his hold in the process. 

She stumbled and scrambled to back away, trying to create much needed distance. 

“I shouldn’t have let you have your fun it seems. You’re changing Xilä. I don’t like it. It doesn’t suit you.” 

“I think it suits me fine,” she said through quivering lips. Her head spun as she felt her body begin to shut down. 

Xi turned and sprinted when she saw his nose flare at her snide comment. Disorientated, she cradled her burning wrist and headed in the opposite direction of the ikran enclosures- blindly returning right back to her home tent. 

Anxiety was crippling her in the moment. She was completely shaken by her encounter with her father. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but they did not fall.

Damn him. Damn her father. She couldn’t even cry like a normal person half the time. 

When she finally reached the safety of the tent, she flew inside, accidentally giving Salveen a bit of a scare with her abrupt arrival. 

“Oh Great Mother!” the elder chuckled, holding her stitching to her chest, “You gave me a right fright! I thought- Oh…” Salveen’s ramble paused when she finally saw the state Xi was in. 

“Xi. What- what has happened?” she asked, standing wide eyed at the petrified looking girl. 

Xi shook her head, head tilting downward to hide her eyes. “It’s nothing Salveen,” she lied, still cradling her wrist, trying to hide the quickly forming bruise. “I don’t- I don’t feel so well. I think I'll just lay down for a bit,” she choked out, backing away from the approaching elder.

Face marred in extreme concern, Salveen stopped her advancing and nodded, nervously wringing her hands together. “Of course dear, of course....Is there anything I can do? Jxo has already left for the day, so if you’d like to talk about it or I can go get him-” 

Xi shook her head again, looking up with a forced smile. “No thank you. I think resting should be enough.” 

Backing away, she retreated behind the curtain divider, and instantly slumped onto her pile of bedding, hiding under a soft pelt.

A sob finally escaped her as she curled up into a ball.

~

Neteyam unharnessed his ikran and patted his beak affectionately. “It looks like our girl’s not going to show up today,” he told the beast. “Sorry Bud.”

He had been waiting for Xi, like they agreed, for a little over a half hour now and there had been no sign of her. Albeit a bit disappointed, he decided to go find her instead of leaving it be.

“Salveen-,” he said when he entered the tent, stopping short at her uncharacteristic glare. “Uh, is Xi here? She never showed up for our lesson.”

“She didn’t?” the elder questioned, her glare softening.

Turning to frown at the hanging Xilä was hidden behind, she said, “I think something is wrong then. I thought it was your fault. She wouldn’t talk to me, she just came back looking quite ill. I know she’s been nervous about tomorrow- but, but the same thing happened last week….”

Neteyam frowned as he too turned to stare at the hanging blocking his view. 

“You should go talk to her. I will make myself scarce,” she suggested, fumbling to untangle herself from the mess of her latest project as she stood. 

He made no objections, he hated putting her out of her way but he honestly preferred if they had the privacy. 

She patted his shoulder gently. “I’ll stay nearby if you need me,” she soothed, before walking out of the tent. 

Making his way over to Xi, he crouched before her sleeping, curled up position, frowning when he instantly spotted her tear stained cheeks. 

“Xi,” he called softly, tucking her hair behind her ear, tracing down the line of her jaw with his knuckles. 

She stirred and blinked up at him with a slightly puzzled smile, but yet obviously pleased to see him. “Hi, what are you doing here?” she asked in a slightly scratchy voice.

His lip quirked. “I should be asking you that. You never showed up for our lesson. Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, caressing her cheek. “Were you crying?”

Blanket falling to her waist as she quickly sat up, a horror struck expression crossed her face. “Neteyam, I am so, so sorry. I don’t- I can’t believe I forgot just like tha-”

“Hey, hey stop Xi. It’s fine. Salveen said you were ill?” His warm palm lifted to her cheek again and down her neck, checking for signs of a fever before his eyes began to scan her body. “Did something ha-” 

Xi followed his gaze and saw that he was staring at her wrist. Yanking her hand back, she tucked it under the soft leather in her lap. 

Neteyam tilted his head dangerously and Xi held her breath as she watched shifting emotions cross his face. 

“What was that?” he asked in eerie calm. 

“Nothing,” she lied foolishly. 

“Then show me that it is nothing.”

Xi swallowed nervously. “It was an accident,” she whispered, avoiding his stare. 

“Eyes, Xilä,” he demanded. 

Meeting his narrowed gaze she bit her lip to hold herself from spewing the truth.

“You’re lying to me,” he said, sounding disappointed. 

Pulling the cloth on her lap backwards, he exposed her hidden hand. He pursed his lips and gently thumbed at the ugly, angry bruise circling her small wrist- it looked painful. 

“These are fucking finger marks, Xilä. A hand made this.” 

Xilä could tell by the strain in his voice he was trying to control his fury. 

“What I want to know is, who’s hand did this?” Neteyam knew- he knew it was her father but he still decided to ask. 

“Neteyam….” she pleaded. “It’s just,” she blew out a frustrated breath. “It’s my fault. I made him angry. My father has this insane idea that we- he first said it the other day when-”

“The other day? When was that?” he frowned, cutting her off. “He spoke to you other times?  Besides today?”

Xi nodded reluctantly. “….The first time was the day with all the Leati drama- nothing happened though!” she assured quickly. “He- he just wanted to talk…..and I was going to tell you, I promise I was!”

“Tell me what happened. Tell me everything.”

“Neteyam-”

“Xilä, please do not try and downplay this right now. I want to know everything that happened between the very first interaction to today when you came home with a fucking mangled looking wrist!” he seethed. “Every look he gave, every word he spoke, every hair on your head he touched!”

She hesitated, swallowing hard as the words evaded her. 

His face softened at her expression. He drew her in for a soft kiss and quiet apology for his sudden temper. Leaning back he gave her an encouraging nudge by linking his pinkie with her index. “Xi, I need to know. Please.”

So she told him.

Everything.

From the uneasy feeling she had felt before her father had first approached her right after her conversation with Leati, to the early morning she was with Jxo- along with all the in between attempts, to that very morning when he had again threatened to take her back to Li’ona, thus ensuing her injured wrist when she stood up to him. 

Neteyam was quiet the entire time she spoke. Not once did he interrupt, he was engaged as he took in every word, every emotion that flashed across her beautiful face. 

“....and it doesn’t matter, because I won’t be going anywhere. I’m staying here- with you. So we can forget the whole thing, alright?” she finished, staring at his blank expression in worry. 

“No baby, the whole thing can’t be forgotten,” he said forebodingly. His mind was distracted now, whirling as he digested everything she had just told him. 

“Why not? Can we just drop it, please?”

“Fuck no!” he shouted, standing at full height. “He hurt you Xilä! He hurt what's mine! I won’t drop it! I fucking warned him! I told him! I- ”

It seemed he couldn’t hold it in any longer- anger blinding him, all he saw was RED.

He was going to kill T'shteyo. 

“No! Wait! Wait ‘Teyam!” She scrambled to stand in his way, blocking him from stalking out of her room. “Please don’t. It’s fine. I’m fine.” 

“But you’re not fucking fine Xi! Look at your wrist! It looks broken! What kind of father does that to his kid? What kind of monster decides to do that to you? You’re- you’re mine.” His voice shook with emotion. This was tearing him up, she realized. “You’re mine, Xi.”

Shaking his head, he tried to push past her but she pressed against his chest, preventing him again. 

“Xilä, move.” His patience was waning. 

“No,” she whispered.

“Xi-”

Surging upward, she cut him off with a kiss which he eagerly returned. He broke them apart after a few seconds and levelled her with a frown. 

“I know what you’re trying to do Xilä. This doesn’t change anything,” he warned. 

“Okay then,” she said simply, staring up at him with those brilliant eyes of hers. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, looking up to the ceiling with his hands on his waist as if praying for resilience. 

He blew out a breath and squinted down at her. “I mean it Xilä, you’re not going to change my mind about this. I’m still going after him.” 

She nodded. “Okay.” 

“Fine.” 

“Fine,” she echoed. 

“Shit.” 

With one last curse he was gripping her neck and bending at the waist to give her a bruising kiss. Using surprising strength, she pushed him backwards, trapping him against one of the tent’s support beams. 

Their kisses turned from frenzied smacks into deep open mouthed needy clashes of tongues and teeth. 

Neteyam tethered his fingers into her hair as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.

Xi moaned and raked her fingertips down his smooth chest, pawing at his hard lower abs. Creeping them upwards, she tucked her digits beneath his warrior belt, palms resting flat against his skin. 

She whimpered when a twinge of pain shocked her as her wrist bent at a bad angle, but she ignored it. 

He gently pried her hands out from their hiding spot when she winced in pain again, thumbs gently caressing her wrists as he lifted them to rest on his shoulders instead. 

In an instant he flipped them, crowding her against the beam now. His hand fastened onto her skirt, dragging it far up her thigh. 

Xi whined, breaking their heated kiss. “Why are you so freaking tall? You’re killing my neck, handsome.”

He chuckled against her lips and then before she could blink he all but hauled her up- his large hands gripping her thighs with ease as she automatically wrapped her legs around him.

“Better?” he teased, nipping her top lip, as he tugged on her top, baring one perky breast. 

“Sooo much better,” she hummed, opening up for him to taste her again, toes curling when he pinched and rolled her nipple, hiking her higher to taste the bud too. “Why does it feel so good?” she sighed.

He grinned wickedly against her skin, giving her one last suck before he claimed her lips again- tongues fighting for dominance. 

She gave a little needy whine when his roaming hand got close to where she wanted him- the pulsing heat right between her legs. 

“Oh Eywa,” she purred, desperately jutting her hips forward. 

“We’re going to have to stop,” he rasped, sounding remorseful as he pulled away.

“What?! No we don’t,” she disagreed, straining to tug his retreeting face back to hers. 

“Sweetheart, I’m not thinking clearly right now and I am telling you if we don’t stop now, I am going to end up fucking you right against this beam,” he said seriously. 

She made a little O with her mouth, shocked by his words. Her eyes glazed over momentarily because that- that didn’t sound like a bad thing to her at all. 

Neteyam huffed a laugh at her expression and gently set her down, keeping her steady when her knees buckled a little. He pressed up against her- twitching, hard and needy as he sank his arousal into her upper stomach. 

Xi’s head tilted upward along the beam behind her head. She gave him a few moments to catch himself, watching as he tried to keep some semblance of control. 

Eyes closed, he took deep calming breaths until he felt steady again. Gold clashing with silver, he gave her a sweet smile.

“I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you too.”

“I meant what I said you know,” he reminded softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

“I know,” she resigned. “But I don’t want you to get hurt. My father is not a good man, Neteyam. I would hate it if anything happened to you because of me.”  

“You would right? You wouldn’t like it if anyone hurt me?” he asked, rubbing her hip. 

“Of course not!”  

“Then you would understand why I feel the way I do, when I see this…right?” He lifted her wrist between them and pressed a feather light kiss to it. The harsh colours of the bruise clashing against her dusty blue skin. 

“You would know how angry I feel…how much it makes me want to hurt the person that did it. Right?”

“Yes,” she whispered. 

“Is there anything else I need to know?” he asked, tracing her kiss swollen bottom lip.

“No, I told you everything.”

He nodded, and leaned down to press their foreheads together. “Xilä. You did nothing wrong, okay? Nothing was your fault. You said you made him angry? So the fuck what? He had no right to hurt you either way. It was wrong. He is wrong. And I hope you know everything he said is bullshit. I hope you know how much you are very much wanted here.” His eyes bore into hers. Words pleading with her to understand him. “You are everything Xilä. Everything. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered, she didn’t know what else to say. She feared she might have just started bawling her eyes out. 

“It’s not broken is it?” he asked worriedly as he checked her wrist over properly. Shame filling him because he should’ve made sure she was okay, first and foremost. 

She sniffled then shook her head. “Most likely just a sprain. I would’ve been in agony if it were broken.” 

“Alright,” he whispered in relief, kissing her wrist once more. 

He lovingly caressed her popped out breast, before pulling up her top to cover it again, then straightened out her screwed up skirt and tried his best to tame her mused hair. 

A hurt look flashed across his face while he did this. “Xi, you lied to me today. I don’t want that for us. I don’t want us to hide things from each other anymore. You and I, we’re…we’re a team, okay? And we’re going to become a permanent team soon.” 

She nodded with a sad frown and tugged him downward to give an apologetic kiss. “I’m sorry,” she breathed against his lips. 

He kissed her mouth one last time, adjusted himself in his loincloth, then stepped back with a pained and annoyed shake of his head. “You can come in, Salveen. I know you’re there.”

Xi, slapped her palm over her mouth, in mortification. How long had the woman been there?

Neteyam rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, sending a prayer for patience. It’s Salveen! Of course he should have known the elder would have eavesdropped.

“Well you two sure took your time,” the elder sassed as she walked in. “I had to leave and come back so many times. I swear you two have no self control- tuh! Ohh my poor darling, come here, let me see you,” she said, fretting over Xi, pulling her in for a motherly hug then examining her injury. 

She tutted. “Oh no no no. Straight to the healers with you. We need to make sure it’s not broken for sure. It is a serious matter and we can not be so careless about these things.”

“It’s not broken,” Xi tried to assure the elder, but she was having none of it. 

SMACK!

“Ow! Salveen?!”

She had slapped Neteyam’s arm with a scowl on her face. “You should have taken her to the healers first thing, boy! But no, you’re too busy sucking off her face. Bah! Come along dear, let’s get you to Tsahìk.”

“Wait!” Xi closed the distance between her and Neteyam once more, hugging him close with her good arm. “You better come back in one piece,” she demanded seriously. She knew for a fact he was not going to simply speak with her father- she was not stupid.

Her brows furrowed when she saw his smile. “I mean it Neteyam Sully. Promise me!” she snapped.

“I promise,” he said earnestly. He cupped her cheek, “I will come back to you in one piece, okay?”

“And……please don’t kill him,” she whispered. 

“Xi-”

“Please.”

~

Tracking down T'shteyo was quite easy. All he had to do was send out one simple call to his unit.

“Who’s got eyes on T'shteyo?”

It was almost too perfect where Xi’s father was located. Neteyam found him in the training ring in the middle of a brutal one and one fight.

Many onlookers lined the fence of the ring, hooting and urging on the fighters. Amongst them were Lo’ak and Spider, who were comfortably lounged on the wooden rails. 

Neteyam observed the fight in interest, noting the way T'shteyo was clearly playing dirty. There was no skill or decorum in his movement. He was all snarls and frantic, tempered punches. The man seemed to have not learned anything during his time here- Jake had said as much. 

One last brutal punch from the Li’ona male sent the warrior to the ground, ending the fight. Giggles and cheers from T'shteyo’s small fangirl club were the only positive calls toward the man, the rest of the crowd was a mix of jeers, boos, hisses and fearful stares of shock.  

Meeting his breaking point by just looking at the man, Neteyam leaped over the fence with ease- rage filling him when thoughts of Xilä’s bruised wrist and petrified face filled his head. 

Fiercely striding the length of the ring, braids whipping with purpose, Neteyam called out, “How about a round, T'shteyo?!”

T'shteyo turned with a sardonic smile. “With you? Gladly!”

Lo’ak and Spider perked up in alarm, both glancing at each other in concern. Lo’ak frowned when spotted the determined glint in Neteyam’s eyes. Something was up. 

The two men circled each other, each bearing matching, murderous glares and snarling fanged teeth. 

T'shteyo attacked first but Neteyam dodge his punch, tail whipping to land a stinging slice across the older man’s stomach. 

Over and over T'shteyo tried to lay one on him, he was turning angrier by the second as Neteyam continued to block and dodge his attacks.

This was good. He was tiring himself out. 

“Enough with the dancing!” he roared. “Is this a fight or not?” 

“I warned you,” Neteyam hissed as they circled each other. “I told you if you went anywhere near her, if you touched her- I told you, I’d hurt you. So I’m cashing in on my promise.”

The man gave him a sadistic grin. “So the bitch went crying to you, huh?”

WHAM! 

Neteyam slammed his fist into T'shteyo’s face who’s head twisted with an audible CRUNCH when his knuckles made contact with the Na’vi’s cheek. 

Cheers and hoots from the crowd echoed around them, but Neteyam tuned them out. 

WHAM!

With another bruising punch, T'shteyo stumbled before charging with an angry roar.

WHACK!

T'shteyo wheezed and hunched over from the blow to his gut but he recovered quickly and managed to surprise the younger Na’vi with a slam of his own. 

Neteyam spat the blood from his mouth, barely recognizing the aching throb of his bottom lip. 

Playing dirty again, the man gave a bloody grin as he pulled out his knife.

The crowd turn frantic and worried at the sight but Neteyam kept his cool.

Using his tail as a whip, he sliced it against T'shteyo’s incoming hand, causing him to drop the weapon as he sent a rib cracking kick to the man’s chest. 

With blinding rage, Neteyam turned ruthless. He flipped T'shteyo to the ground, sending punch after punch. The Li’ona male was at his mercy as he continuously pummelled his fists to his face. 

“Neteyam! Neteyam stop!” 

Two, maybe three sets of arms wrapped around him, trying to yank his feral form off the near unconscious body beneath him. 

“Bro stop!”

“Neteyam! Son, you need to stop!”

Their voices of reason and pleading fell on deaf ears however. He fought against their hold when they held him up- eyes still locked on T'shteyo who was now trying to flee. The man fumbled to stand and scrambled his way over the fence as the crowd parted for him in revulsion. 

With a roar of anger Neteyam fought free from his captors’ clutches. He leaped over the fence to chase after the beast of a man. 

Neteyam tackled him and they wrestled before he quickly gained the upper hand once more. Pressing the tip of his knife against the man’s throat made him freeze up. 

He could almost distantly hear voices of concern and distress- his name falling from muffled lips. But again, he tuned them out.

Bloodshot silver eyes glared up at him. “You must really like her, huh?” he taunted. “All of this because of some brat?” 

The tip of the blade dug deeper. “Don’t you dare fucking call her that!” he hissed. “The only reason you’re still alive right now is because she begged me not to kill you. You don’t deserve her. You treat her like nothing. Why? She is all you have left in the world.” 

“She is nothing!” T'shteyo seethed. “Just like her cowardly bitch of a mother.” 

Neteyam shook his head and released the man from his hold. Standing, he sent a final kick to the man’s ribs causing him to roll over with an agonizing groan, face first into a pile of ikran scat.  

“I’m giving you one week,” Neteyam said. “You pack your shit and leave. Xilä stays.” 

Panting, the hulking man struggled to sit up, wincing in pain. He spat and what looked like a tooth went flying out. Wiping the filth from his face he glared up at Neteyam. “I want two cycles,” he countered. 

“No. You don’t get two months.” 

“Two months and I’ll leave quietly. I’m pretty sure you broke a few of my ribs,” he wheezed pathetically. “I’ll need to recover. Might as well kill me now if you’d send me out like this.”

Neteyam ignored the growing crowd around them as he considered the request. He could feel his brother and father’s eyes boring into his back. 

“Two months,” he agreed coldly. “But you’ll be heavily guarded the entire time. You’re not allowed to roam free. And make no mistake- You remember my three rules about Xilä?”

The man nodded. 

Neteyam walked closer and stooped to his level. He hissed under his breath so no one else could hear his words.

“Same thing goes. Only this time, I won’t just hurt you. This little round we had is nothing in comparison. You so much as step an inch out of line, and I’ll kill you with my bare hands. I’ll rip you limb from limb and enjoy every moment of it. Do you understand me?” 

T'shteyo swayed slightly. He looked pathetic and every bit like his disgusting personality with blood and shit covering his face and chest. 

“Yes,” he reluctantly hissed through a few missing teeth, breathing heavily as he seemed to be in excruciating pain. 

When Neteyam stood he gestured to two warriors. “Take him to the southern tents, get someone to call for a healer. He’s not to be left unattended.” 

“Yes Sir.”

Jake and Lo’ak flanked him as they watched the warriors drag the near unconscious man away. 

“Get the area cleared,” Jake ordered to a nearby high ranker, who quickly turned to scatter the crowd of onlookers. “What did he do?” his father then asked him. 

“He hurt my wife. So I hurt him,” Neteyam said, turning to face them- noting both Spider and Jxo were there also.

The two men glanced at each other. Jxo turned instantly concerned while Jake continued to stare at his son as if seeing him for the first time.

“Xilä-” Jxo started, but Neteyam cut him off. 

“She’s alright, Jxo,” he assured. “Sal took her to the healers. Xi thinks it's a sprained wrist.”

The elder nodded. “I- I’m going to- to,” he stuttered for a moment before turning and walking off quickly without finishing his sentence. 

“If you’re upset about why I didn’t send T'shteyo straight to the healers, it’s because Xi is already there. I didn’t want them bumping into each other,” Neteyam said, misreading his fathers continuous unnerving stare. “I’m going to go myself-”

“No,” his father said, halting his steps. “Lo’ak, Spider, get out of here.”

Both boys sent Neteyam sympathetic and apologetic looks before walking off. He knew they were most likely the reason his father had shown up to stop him from killing the man. He didn’t blame them one bit. Neteyam knew he’d gone overboard. 

“Dad, I need to go see her.”

“Not like this!” he hissed. “You’re still pent up. Sure you’re a bit bruised, but you’ve got her father’s blood on you. Do you really want her to see you like this?”

“No,” he said dejectedly when he glanced down at himself- his head was finally clearing, sane thoughts returning after his blinding haze of anger and rage.

Jake however, was fuming. He was completely baffled by his son’s uncharacteristic behavior. “Neteyam what the hell? You can’t-”

“Dad don’t, alright? That man has been hurting Xilä her entire life. You saw what she was like when she first came here! You know how bad it was!” he yelled. “She is not just Xilä to me anymore. She’s going to be my wife. I love that woman, Sir. I finally understand how you feel about mom- that madding, crippling love, that would make you do anything to keep them from harm's way.”

Jake stayed silent as he watched his son tear up. 

“He hurt her, dad...I couldn’t leave it alone,” he whispered in honest frustration. 

Jake softened at his son's pain. Tugging on his head he pulled him in for a crushing, hug.

“Alright son, it’s alright,” he comforted. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

~

Holy ikran scat! Lol...too soon?

Well I mean we had a nice fluffy start and then it sort of spiralled and we finally got to see T'shteyo's ass handed to him by none other than our protective beanstalk Neteyam. *giggles*

Also how about the Leati talk? Too harsh?

As always, lemme know what you think. I love hearing from you all :)

Tags: @jakesullyfatjuicypeen @granddearduck @riatesullironalite @strawberri-blonde @earthling55 @innercreationflower @duckworthbean @gyuventure @btsiguess-kpop @blkmystery @neteswife

If you'd like to be tagged or I forgot you by accident, please let me know.

#neteyam #neteyam x oc #neteyam avatar #neteyam fic #neteyam x reader #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam sully

[dingus11111]

MIZRAK X OLROX!!

Warnings: Top!Mizrak, Bottom!Olrox, anal sex, gay sex, riding, oral sex, face sitting, 69, missionary (position), Power bottom!Olrox (sometimes), choking, biting (no blood drinking)

“Let’s continue this somewhere more comfortable.” The long haired man dressed in purple insisted.

“The name’s Olrox, by the way.” He added as he began to walk away.

Mizrak quickly sat up from the ground that he was previously pinned against. He walked up to the man named Olrox and followed him to the supposedly “more comfortable place.”

—————————————————

As the lot of them both walked into the room Olrox was staying in at the inn, Mizrak shut the door. Olrox stepped deeper into the dimly lit room.

Two windows were placed on the wall opposite of the one that held the door. A large bed with white sheets and puffy white pillows was parallel to the wall with door. It could be found placed in the middle of the wall to the left of the door. The 2 windows had a bit of light pouring into them, but most of it was blocked out from the curtains due to a vampire inhabiting the room.

After Mizrak was done studying the room, he noticed Olrox beginning to undress. An ever so slight blush appeared on his bearded face. So, that’s what he meant by “somewhere more comfortable.”

Once Olrox was just in his boxers, he glanced over at Mizrak who was still fully clothed. Olrox’s green eyes almost seemed to glow. They were a mesmerizing shade of green that reminded Mizrak of the trees in the sunlight back in his home country.

“Ahem.” Olrox cleared his throat causing Mizrak to snap out of his thoughts.

Olrox raised a brow.

“I shouldn’t be the only one almost naked, Mizrak.”

Mizrak furrowed his brows slightly as he began to undress. He took off the heavy armor, and the underclothes until he too was in his boxers. Mizrak’s body was extremely well built. Big pectoral muscles and hair that covered his chest. Biceps that could easily snap slabs of wood in half if he tried. A toned abdomen that flexed everytime he moved. A happy trail that certainly was a “happy trail”. Olrox smiled to himself. It seemed he had chosen well.

Olrox strode over to Mizrak. He put one hand on his sternum, and the other was guided up to Mizrak’s face. Olrox leaned in close and whispered in his ear.

“I know you want this, Mizrak. I know how pent up you are.” Olrox chuckled.

Mizrak growled softly before spinning, taking the Aztec man with him, and pinning him to the wall.

Olrox’s cock twitched in his boxers. He smirked playfully.

“Did I strike a nerve?”

Mizrak huffed in annoyance as he proceeded to kiss down Olrox’s neck before leaving a few hickeys. The long haired man grunted quietly. Mizrak brought one of his hands down from pinning Olrox to playing with one of Olrox’s nipples. He rolled it between two fingers while still leaving marks all over Olrox’s neck and collar bones.

“Mmm..” A groan of pleasure left Olrox’s mouth.

Both of their cocks were fully hard and practically begging to be released from their cloth prison.

Olrox brought it upon himself to grind their hips together causing them both to moan. A particularly loud moan left Olrox’s throat as Mizrak bit down hard on his neck.

“Lay down on the bed, Mizrak.” Olrox ordered in a stern voice.

Mizrak, breathing heavily, reluctantly agreed to walk over to the bed and lay down.

Once he was on the bed, Olrox took off his boxers and then say on top of Mizrak’s pelvis. The short haired man’s cock twitched against Olrox’s bare ass, wanting nothing more than to be inside of it and to get this over with.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” The Aztec asked rhetorically.

Mizrak glared at him.

Olrox sighed before laughing. He pushed a fallen strand of his long, black hair behind his ear that was pierced. A beautiful piece of jewelry adorned his pointed ear.

Olrox got up slightly and turned around so that his ass was right next to Mizrak’s face. Olrox’s quickly pulled off Mizrak’s boxers and tossed them somewhere in the room. Mizrak’s cock stood at full attention. It was hairy at the base, and was thick. It seemed about 8 inches long. A few prominent veins ran from base to tip. Olrox licked his lips.

“We’ll please each other.” Olrox expressed before fully sitting on Mizrak’s face.

The bearded man opened his mouth and started to tease Olrox’s hole before eventually pushing the wet muscle in and fucking him with his tongue.

The vampire immediately went ahead and got to work on the knight’s large dick. He teased the tip with his snake looking tongue, making sure to lick the slit. He stroked the shaft of it while still sucking just the tip. Mizrak moaned against Olrox’s hole. His hips bucked up, wanting more friction.

“Be patient, Mizrak.”

Olrox went back down on the Turk’s cock, this time deep throating him in one go. He bobbed his head up and down on Mizrak’s big dick. Mizrak moaned against the other man’s ass, still busy eating him out.

Mizrak placed one of his hands on Olrox’s hard dick that was nudged between the two men. He began to stroke it in time with the thrusts of his tongue. Olrox whimpered deeply, causing vibrations to be sent through the knight’s cock.

They were both close at this point, Olrox’s sounds of ecstasy grew more frequent and louder as he continued to suck off Mizrak. The short haired man trembled ever so softly as he was about to cum.

They both came at the same time. Olrox’s cock spurted cum onto both of their abdomens as it was still wedged between them. Mizrak shot his load into the vampire’s mouth. He swallowed everything while getting off of Mizrak just enough to spin right back around and plop back down on him.

“Don’t think we’re done, Mizrak. We haven’t gotten to the main course.” Olrox smirked while he licked his fangs seductively.

The Turk’s dick began to harden again from both anticipation and the sight of a handsome vampire about to ride him.

Olrox chuckled and reached behind himself to grasp Mizrak’s penis. He lifted himself up so that he could guide it against his hole and slowly sink down onto it. A vampiric hiss left Olrox’s throat from the slight burn of his hole being stretched.

“So tight..” Mizrak groaned powerfully.

Olrox smirked at the knight who began to grunt in ecstasy as the Aztec man rode Mizrak’s cock. He took it all the way to the base and bounced back up to the point where Mizrak’s dick was almost fully unsheathed and then sat back down on it. Olrox maintained that as Mizrak brought one hand to the vampire’s waist, and the other to his the long haired man’s throat. The Turk squeezed causing Olrox to pant and moan.

Mizrak took the initiative to thrust up in time with Olrox’s riding.

They both groaned, and huffed in bliss, relishing in the feeling. Once Olrox was distracted, Mizrak flipped them so that the vampire was laying down on the bed with his legs over Mizrak’s shoulders and the bearded man thrusting into him harshly.

“Fuck.. Not bad for a human..” Olrox joked before moaning loudly as Mizrak pushed directly against his prostate.

The human continued to choke Olrox, resuming what he had yet to finish. Mizrak’s brows furrowed as he felt himself starting to feel that knot tightening in his lower abdomen. The Aztec sensed this and realized that he was close as well. His hole pulsed around Mizrak’s cock, increasingly getting tighter.

“I’m close.. Cum inside of me, Mizrak.” Olrox’s voice was breathier due to the impending orgasm.

Mizrak nodded while still choking and fucking Olrox. The vampire grasped hold of his own dick and began to jerk himself off with the short haired man fucking him.

Their moans became louder and louder until they both came. Olrox came onto his abdomen, and Mizrak released his thick seed deep inside of Olrox. After he was finished cumming, he pulled out and rolled over to the left side next to Olrox.

The green eyed man’s hole was puffy from the harsh treatment. It fluttered, still wanting to be filled. Mizrak’s cum was pushed out in thick globs by the muscles in Olrox’s ass.

Both of them panted heavily before Mizrak blurted out.

“That was a lot better than I imagined.”

THANK YOU FOR READING!! I love this pair. 😭🙏

#fanfiction #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #mizrak #castlevania olrox #olrox #olrox/mizrak #castlevania mizrak #olrox x mizrak #gay smut #gay #gay fanfic #gay mlm

[bigmusclenm]

Give or Take - Part 2

[Story Collection] | [Part 1] [●] [Part 3🔴]

Bryce found himself standing in the living room of his apartment, with a mysterious mist covering the floor. He could sense an unusual coldness in the room. Confused, his eyes searched for Mason to ask for an explanation. Usually, the apartment maintained a pleasant temperature, but Bryce suspected that Mason’s preference for coldness could’ve caused the particular situation.

As Bryce took his first step toward Mason’s room, he noticed a strange sensation in his body. He felt a heavy weight dragging him down, making it hard to take a step. Curious, he looked down at his own body, and his jaw dropped to the ground as he realized his pectorals stuck out over a foot in front of him, and he also realized he was fully naked.

Bryce couldn’t see beyond his massive pecs. Instinctively, he reached for his own chest and couldn’t resist squeezing his massive pectorals, sending shivers down his spine. Each squeeze made Bryce feel more alive than ever before, and with a firm squeeze, he felt a jolt surge through his body, and a loud noise echoed through the room, frightening him a bit.

*

Bryce sat up as he woke up from the strangest dream he had ever had. Looking around, he realized he was in bed like every morning. Everything seemed normal, but the dream had felt so real that he could still recall the sensation of the massive pecs in his hand. It had felt so real that part of him wondered if it had been a dream.

Then, the memory of the cloaked man in the alley flooded his mind. The image of a shirtless Mason waiting for him when he arrived home reminded him of the power he had received in the alley. Bryce looked down and was surprised to find his formerly flat chest replaced by actual pecs. He never wore a shirt to bed so he could freely admire his pecs. They weren’t huge, but for someone who had never had pecs, they were the most beautiful sight ever.

“No fucking way! It worked!” Bryce shouted, pulling off the sheets and marveling at the rest of his body. He wasn’t huge, probably not even considered big by any standards, but it was a significant change for him.

He looked at his arms and flexed his biceps, gasping in surprise. For the first time in his life, a small and very subtle peak formed on his arm when he flexed. Though it was tiny, it felt like a victory. Bryce jumped to his feet and immediately removed his sweatpants and underwear to examine his reflection in the mirror. A smile spread across his face as he explored every inch of his body. Adding 12.5 pounds to his 130-pound frame didn’t sound like much, but the reality exceeded his expectations.

Despite his excitement over his gains, Bryce still had to go to work and find more guinea pigs to test his powers. He quickly showered and dressed for his dull office job. His body hadn’t grown that much, but his clothes felt different on his body in a very positive way. His clothes also hid his new size, which was a good thing to avoid others getting suspicious about what he would do to people he knew.

A few minutes later, Bryce was in the kitchen, preparing a quick breakfast for himself, still unable to stop smiling. He was so happy that he couldn’t wait to arrive at his office and have fun with his powers, but first, he wanted to see what the Great Gifter had done to Mason.

“What the HELL!” Mason shouted out so loudly that, even though he was in his room and Bryce was in the kitchen with a wall between them, it sounded like Mason was right next to Bryce.

“Oh, I guess he finally woke up,” Bryce said with a devilish smile as he took a bite of his bread. He heard Mason’s footsteps approaching, and Bryce was excited to see the effects of his powers on Mason’s body.

“Bryce? Please, help me. Something’s terribly wrong. I think I’m having an allergic reaction or something,” Mason said, standing shirtless in front of Bryce. “My entire body has swollen overnight. Please, take me to the hospital.”

“Hmm, what do you mean? I think you look fine,” Bryce responded, trying to contain his laughter in front of a clearly scared Mason.

“Man, are you blind? Look at me! I’m huge,” Mason said, looking down at his body, trying to emphasize his point.

Bryce looked at Mason and couldn’t deny that the 50 extra pounds made a big difference. Going from 190 pounds to 240 pounds on a 6’4” body made Mason look like a superhero from a comic book. His broad shoulders gave him a fantastic frame, especially compared to his narrow waist. It was the most amazing V shape Bryce had ever seen. Mason’s pecs looked full and deep inside Bryce’s mind, he couldn’t help but desire to grab that magnificent chest. Mason’s lower body was just as impressive, stretching his Superman pajama pants to their limit.

Bryce was still upset with his friend for becoming so big, but seeing him completely terrified made it all worthwhile. Also, playing with his mind was an added bonus, especially since no one else would be aware of the transformation.

“Maybe you’re hallucinating. There was no need to brag about your body in front of me. Actually, you should consider gaining more muscle mass? How does 50 extra pounds of muscle sound?” Bryce playfully said as he finished his breakfast.

The world stopped, and just like the night before, Bryce could see Mason’s stats on the text globe beside him. Most of it remained unchanged, except for the weight, which now displayed 240.2 pounds instead of 190.2. Bryce couldn’t help but burst into laughter, imagining Mason’s reaction to 50 more pounds, or even better, 60 extra pounds. Bryce smiled devilishly as the world started moving again, with Mason still in shock.

“Just hurry up and get dressed, or you’ll be late for work,” Bryce said as he passed by Mason’s side, pretending to ignore Mason’s newly added size.

Mason was speechless while Bryce grabbed his backpack and left the apartment immediately. Bryce could barely contain his excitement as he walked out of the building and saw many men walking around the streets, many subjects to test his powers on. However, he was committed to using his powers correctly, except with Mason, who was a very personal project.

As Bryce walked to his job, he thought about his coworkers, and some ideas popped up. Most of the guys who worked with him were almost as thin as him, but he knew none of them minded that much about it. Bryce thought about 30-year-old Gary, who at 5’11” loved to wear snug clothes that only accentuated his lack of muscles; 32-year-old Paxton, who was a bit heavier than Gary, only because he was 6’3” tall, making him look like a bean pole; and 26-year-old Wilson, who was as short and as skinny as Bryce had been the day before. They could use bigger muscles, and Bryce was willing to help them.

As soon as Bryce entered his office, Wilson approached with a worried look and whispered in his ear that their new boss had arrived and that he was a total dick. Gary and Paxton joined them as a tall man entered the room, leaving Bryce speechless.

The newly arrived man’s navy blue suit did nothing to hide his huge muscles. It accentuated them instead. Bryce’s new boss was probably as tall as Mason, or maybe even taller, and seemed to outweigh Mason’s newest body by at least 40 pounds, all muscle. The man was a perfect specimen from head to toe and overly confident because of his looks.

“Good morning, gentlemen. My name’s Vincent Jasperson, and I have been assigned to this office. It’s clear that the higher levels believed a real, capable man was needed to lead this team, and that’s why I am here. It’s clear that none of you met the requirements for this position, so you should consider yourself fortunate to have me as your boss,” Mr. Jasperson said, subtly implying they weren’t good enough.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jasperson. I’m Bryce and…” Bryce began but was interrupted when Mr. Jasperson raised his index finger, indicating to him to stop.

“Introductions are not necessary. I know all of you very well because I have read your files. However, I must admit that your files fail to explain your lack of… progress in certain departments,” Mr. Jasperson said, looking down at Bryce, which infuriated him. “Nevertheless, you should be happy to know I won’t give those issues much thought. Just follow my orders, and everything will be fine.”

Bryce couldn’t hide the anger on his face, and it was evident that Mr. Jasperson noticed. The new boss subtly flexed his muscles with a smug grin, emphasizing his imposing figure. It was clear that he wanted to intimidate Bryce and the others, so as Mr. Jasperson walked away, Bryce thought about taking some of his size to teach him a lesson and bring balance to his office environment.

Immediately, the room froze, just like the night before, and Bryce could see his boss’ and coworkers’ stats in the strange text globes next to them.

First, Bryce focused on Gary’s information:

“Age: 30 years, 1 month and 13 days Height: 5’11” Weight: 150.6 pounds”

Then, he examined Paxton:

“Age: 32 years, 8 months and 24 days Height: 6’3” Weight: 159.1 pounds”

Then, he paid attention to Wilson:

“Age: 26 years, 9 months and 2 days Height: 5’9” Weight: 134.5 pounds”

And finally, Mr. Jasperson’s:

“Age: 34 years, 4 months and 20 days Height: 6’5” Weight: 280.8 pounds”

In Mr. Jasperson’s stats, there was something that caught Bryce’s attention because he hadn’t noticed a line that read “penis.” He looked at his friends’ stats, and they didn’t have remarkable numbers there, but Mr. Jasperson’s information showed “12.25 inches”. Bryce paid close attention to his boss’ body and noticed he had a really impressive bulge. The man was a freaking monster in all aspects, but Bryce was eager to teach him a lesson.

“Okay, let’s work some magic here. Gary, I can’t give you a lot of size because you won’t have anything to wear tomorrow morning. So, maybe adding 20 pounds of muscles sounds good? And I’ll give you a hand down there, but just not yet,” Bryce said as he stood before Gary for a few seconds.

As he moved from Gary to Paxton, he noted the tall guy wore loosely fitting clothes, and considering his height, Bryce knew he could handle more size.

“My dear Paxton, you’re nearly as tall as Mason, and I’ve already seen how good some muscle mass suits him, so let’s start with a 51-pound increase for you. I bet you’ll love having a 210-pound body. Oh… and I know you have a girlfriend, so let’s grant you 3 extra inches downstairs to make it 9 inches long. She’ll surely appreciate it,” Bryce said as he looked at Paxton’s crotch, feeling intoxicated by power.

He then moved to Wilson, looking closely at him for a while. They had been close to each other since the moment they met because they were the same age and their bodies were nearly identical. Bryce was even surprised to discover that Wilson was 4 pounds heavier than him.

“And you, my dear friend. What should I do with you? We’ve always struggled with being small together, so I don’t want you to remain small, but I don’t want you to get huge. I think starting with an extra 20 pounds would be fine for you. We’ll see how you react to the new size in the morning, and if you want more, I can add more,” Bryce said, patting Wilson’s flat chest.

Then he turned his attention to Mr. Jasperson’s, and just the sight of the tall, perfect-looking man filled Bryce with anger. He started moving around the man, examining every inch of his body, and he hoped to have a better look at him without the suit. Immediately, the suit vanished, revealing Mr. Jasperson’s body in full glory. The man was even more impressed than Bryce could have imagined.

“Damn! You’re freaking perfect. If you weren’t such a dick, I would have some fun getting you even bigger, but you deserve punishment. You don’t deserve this body. But don’t worry. I won’t be too harsh since it’s your first day here. Let’s take just 40 pounds of muscle and 4 inches of cock. Let’s shrink those bull balls too, and… I’ll be a good person and let you keep your height,” Bryce said as Mr. Jasperson’s suit reappeared, and the world started moving again.

It was difficult for Bryce to act like nothing was happening because he was eager to see the results of the changes in his boss’ and coworkers’ bodies. The rest of the day was slow and uneventful, but Bryce couldn’t stop thinking about the next morning. Part of him wished he didn’t have to wait so long, but the wait made the results even better.

**

Bryce could barely contain his excitement by the time he arrived back home. Things got even better when he found Mason already preparing dinner for them. Mason wore a blue T-shirt with Captain America’s shield on the front and gray sweatpants that left nothing to the imagination. His 240-pound body was stretching the material in all the right places, and even though Bryce hated a bigger (and hotter) Mason, he couldn’t deny he was enjoying the view. Also, the fact that Bryce had given Mason another 60 pounds in the morning made things even better.

“Hey buddy, how was your day?” Bryce asked, eager to hear about Mason’s experience with the added weight.

“It was okay. I was late for work because my clothes didn’t fit. I explained this to my boss, but he didn’t understand why I hadn’t gotten new clothes since I’d been growing so much lately. He didn’t believe me this happened overnight. I weighed myself and found out that I gained 50 pounds. Bryce, 50 pounds overnight. That’s impossible,” Mason said, and Bryce tried to contain his laughter.

“Do you still insist that you haven’t been this big for a while? I see you just as big as ever, and your boss is right, you should get new clothes,” Bryce said as he sat in front of the kitchen counter while Mason continued cooking.

“You too? Man… hmm… let’s forget about this,” Mason said. “At least I’m not losing mass, I guess.”

Mason’s words made Bryce remember something about the cloaked man’s words. The image of Mr. Jasperson’s stats and the fact that he had taken 40 pounds of muscle from him, and 4 inches from his dick, made Bryce realize that his own body would shrink as a result. Bryce knew he would gain 25% of the size he gave to others but would lose 125% of the size he took from others.

After doing some quick math, Bryce realized he would weigh 130 pounds by the morning. Also, he had given 3 inches of dick to Paxton, meaning a 0.75 inches gain, but since he took 4 inches of dick from Mr. Jasperson, he would lose 5 inches of dick. The result scared Bryce because his dick would shrink down to only 2 inches.

“FUCK!” Bryce shouted in fear and anger.

“What? What’s wrong?” Mason asked, sounding concerned.

“I-I just forgot about something at work. I’ll have to fix this tomorrow or…” Bryce said as he looked at his roommate and realized Mason could help him fix his issue immediately. He could go out and find another man on the streets, but he had the perfect guinea pig right before him. “Do you remember what I told you earlier about gaining 60 pounds?” Bryce asked a surprised Mason.

“Yeah. I do. That’s crazy. I’d be 300 pounds, way too much muscle. But what does that have to do with your problem?” Mason asked, sounding confused.

“On, no, nothing. I’m just thinking that apart from that, you should gain an additional 50 pounds,” Bryce said, and the world around them stopped.

Mason’s stats popped up next to him again, and they were exactly the same as in the morning, but there was a “+60” next to his weight. Bryce needed to add another 50 pounds to Mason for his own body to stay at 142.5 pounds. Bryce knew he could wait to fix his issue in the morning, but he didn’t care if Mason had trouble with his size as long as he could keep his gains. Bryce didn’t want to lose the 12.5 pounds he had gained, and part of him was eager to see a 350-pound Mason walking around the apartment.

Then, Bryce looked at the line indicating Mason’s cock size and was surprised to see “8.5 inches”. His roommate was already above average in that department. The problem was that to regain the 4.25 inches he would lose, Bryce would have to give Mason 17 extra inches, which was definitely too much.

Bryce didn’t want to give Mason even more size to his already big dick, but he didn’t want to wake up with a 2-inch dick. So, after some consideration, Bryce realized that it would be Mason’s problem to deal with a 25.5-inch cock, without Bryce having to do anything with it.

As the world started moving again, Mason continued talking about how difficult it would be for him to handle 350 pounds of muscle. Bryce could only smile, knowing that the big guy would soon find out how challenging it could be. Bryce had initially been against the idea of making Mason grow because it had been one of the issues that fueled his existential crisis, but it was funnier to mess with Mason’s mind as he grew even bigger.

When Bryce went to bed a while later, he made a mental note to be more careful about shrinking others but couldn’t wait to see Mason’s reaction. He also wanted to see his bigger coworkers and thinner boss. As Bryce drifted off to sleep, the images of many men crossed his mind. He decided to expand the list of men he could have fun with by altering their bodies. He knew he shouldn’t use his powers for fun, but the idea sounded too good to resist.

...

#muscle growth story

[dynamic-power]

At Your Altar

Happy Kinktober!!

I warned y'all I'd be posting, and here's my first one.

Read it here on ao3

This is for the bingo spaces Sensory Deprivation and Gags

Rated E

Words: 2.2k

CW: brief body dysphoria; body worship; gags; light bondage; sensory deprivation; armpit, spit, and sweat kinks; come sharing/eating; anal fingering; blow job

Ian gets Mickey spread out and worships him the way he deserves

-----

Mickey couldn’t see. He certainly couldn’t speak. 

Not with the way he was blindfolded and gagged. 

He panted around the O-ring in his mouth, tongue lolling out of the middle for a moment to try to catch the drool gathering on his bottom lip. It was futile; he had no choice but to continue to make a mess of his own face as spit continued to gather. 

He was relying almost entirely on his sense of feeling as Ian maneuvered quietly around their bed. He was completely strung up; ropes tied his wrists to the headboard and there was a spreader bar holding his legs apart at the ankles. He had plugs in his ears and couldn’t see even a hint of light through the blindfold. 

His cock had softened as Ian had trussed him up and it now lay against the pudge of his belly. Arousal still curled, warm and familiar, through his veins. The bed dipped to his left and Mickey tipped his head in Ian’s direction, whining through the gag. 

Ian dragged gentle fingers down his ribs. The touch tickled and Mickey tried to squirm away. He couldn’t get very far. Those fingers trailed down his waist, pinched at his hip. As they found the meat of his thigh, Mickey felt hot breath against his chest before Ian’s mouth sealed around his nipple. Teeth dragged against it, pulling a gasp from Mickey’s throat. He felt the deep vibrations of a Ian’s answering groan rumble through his chest. 

Ian bit into his pectoral muscle, hard. Mickey knew it would leave a mark, a reminder of Ian’s presence. Ian’s fingers dug into his leg, dipped between his body and the mattress to grab a handful of his ass. His hand continued to grope him there as his mouth trailed across his chest to give the other nipple a familiar treatment, ending with another harsh bite. 

The bed shifted again and Ian’s naked body moved closer. A warm thigh crossed over his hips, and then Ian was sitting on him. Ian wiggled until Mickey’s cock was caught between the cheeks of his ass. It twitched as Mickey’s blood began to rush again. He moaned around the gag, drool dripping down his cheeks and onto his neck. 

Ian balanced himself against Mickey’s chest and leaned down. He was warm and heavy and pleasant. His mouth came down onto the inside of Mickey’s bicep and he began to suck a bruise into his skin. When he was satisfied with the mark, Mickey felt him tongue further down, kissing at sensitive skin until Ian was lapping at the hair of his armpit. 

Mickey whimpered and tried to move away, but Ian persisted, nuzzling further in, tasting the sweat and soap that covered Mickey’s skin. Then Ian’s mouth left him, only to fall onto his other arm to copy the same trail downwards. As he was burying his nose into Mickey’s other armpit, Mickey tried to rut his hips up. Ian froze when he did, pressing down harder onto Mickey’s chest and biting into the meat of Mickey’s arm. With another whine, Mickey pressed his hips back to the mattress and tried to keep them there. He must have done something good, because when Ian’s mouth moved down to his shoulder, he ground his own hips down. Mickey moaned as Ian’s erection dragged across his stomach and his ass provided a bit of friction to Mickey’s own cock. 

Ian continued to grind down as he laved his tongue across Mickey’s collar bone. He sucked at the drool dripping down the side of Mickey’s neck, following the trail all the way up to the corner of his mouth. Mickey could faintly hear the obscene slurping sound as Ian’s mouth passed over the gag. His tongue dipped into Mickey’s mouth and Mickey keened, pressing his own against it. Then Ian’s mouth moved past it, following the trail of spit down the other side of Mickey’s neck. He lingered around Mickey’s throat, taking time to give him a collar of hickies. 

Then he shifted again, swinging his leg off of Mickey and moving the weight of his body off of Mickey’s torso. He didn’t wander far, settling near Mickey’s knees on his left side. His mouth fell onto Mickey again, tasting the skin of the bottom of his rib cage as his hands came up and grabbed at Mickey’s pecs like they were tits, squeezing and groping. Then his lips were on Mickey’s side, taking mouthfuls of the fat Mickey had there. 

He whined and squirmed again. He was self-concious of his middle, aware that he wasn’t as thin and muscled as Ian was. He didn’t like the fact that he had an obvious belly, had love handles and thick thighs. 

Ian couldn’t get enough of it, though. He bit and licked and sucked his way to Mickey’s belly, avoiding his cock. His hands trailed down until he had two handfuls of Mickey’s ass again instead of his chest. Mickey felt vibrations as Ian made more noise against him, kneading at his ass and worshipping his hips and belly with his mouth. He spent a long time there, leaving behind marks and spit. Not a bit of skin was left untouched from his questing mouth. He stayed long enough that Mickey’s embarassment at having this part of his body focused on dissolved into a need for more.

Mickey’s cock was aching, twitching and leaking precum onto his belly. His breath was coming in harsh pants as he writhed beneath Ian’s minstrations. Ian shifted again, carefully moving over Mickey’s spread knees until he was settled onto his other side, and then his mouth was back, paying the same kind of attention to Mickey’s right side. 

Mickey knew he’d be absolutely covered in marks and bruises tomorrow, and a part of him was excited to get to examine each and every one of them. Ian was laying his claim, even if Mickey was the only one who would see. Mickey loved these reminders that Ian desired him as desperately as he desired Ian. 

Still avoiding his cock, Ian eventially made his way to Mickey’s thighs. He let go of Mickey’s ass and a moment later, the spreader bar shifted as Ian pushed Mickey’s knees towards his chest. The new position was uncomfortable, but not impossible. Mickey shifted enough that his weight settled on his shoulders and his ass lifted on the bed. 

Mickey jolted as Ian’s shouldered his legs, settling his body in the circle that they made with the spreader bar. Then his hands were back, grabbing at Mickey’s thighs. His tongue licked the crease of Mickey’s knee. Mickey was warm, he was sure he was covered in sweat by now, but Ian clearly didn’t mind; he chased it, moving his head to Mickey’s other knee when he was done with the first. 

Ian’s fingers drifted again, leaving his thighs in favor of his ass again, like magnets. Mickey thought he was going to start opening him up, but instead he gentled two fingers against Mickey’s taint and began prod, searching. Ian shifted, laying down and lowering Mickey’s legs again. His feet no longer touched the bed, held up slightly as the bar rested somewhere across Ian. Then his tongue was rolling over his balls. Ian took one into his mouth and shoved his nose into Mickey’s groin. He breathed in deep and Mickey wanted to pull away. He had never felt quite this laid out, this vulnerable, and he wanted to shy away from it, but then Ian moved on to the other side of his groin and his fingers found what they’d been looking for. 

Mickey howled through the gag as Ian’s fingers managed to press against his prostate and pleasure, white hot, coursed through his whole body. His cock twitched, still untouched, and his orgasm loomed closer than it had all night. Ian pulled his face away from his balls and Mickey could hear him saying something, though he couldn’t tell what. 

Then Ian’s mouth was finally, finally, on his cock, swallowing him down completely without warning, pressing his nose into the curls of Mickey’s groin again. Mickey started to pull at the restraints around his wrists. Ian paused, pulling off his cock, and Mickey knew he was asking a question even though he couldn’t hear it. 

Twisting the clicker in his hand until the button was under his thumb again, he pressed it once. 

After a moment, Ian’s mouth was back, hot and wet, sucking at the tip of Mickey’s cock. The fingers at his taint moved down to press between his ass cheeks. It was difficult with the way Mickey’s back was to the bed again, but Ian managed, eventually getting one dry digit past Mickey’s rim. It stung but Mickey didn’t mind, not with the way it was curling up and searching for his prostate from the inside this time. 

Ian found it with accuracy, and it took him almost no time at all for Mickey to melt into a whining, squirming mess. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and from the way Ian was quickly bobbing his head up and down Mickey’s erection, he knew it too. Mickey felt drool dripping down towards his balls, felt his cock twitch, felt Ian’s tongue swiping at the pearl of precum. 

Mickey’s body was on fire, all of his nerve endings lit up with pleasure as he did what he could to buck his hips up, to chase Ian’s mouth. Ian’s finger stroked over his prostate again, and Mickey’s stomach tensed as he came, warmth rushing over him as his vision whited out. After the first pulse of cum, Ian pulled back so he only had the head of Mickey’s cock in his mouth. 

As Mickey came back down from his high, Ian pulled his finger out of him and shifted up his body once more. Mickey was panting around the gag, trying his best to calm his breathing. Ian’s hand grabbed his jaw, jerking Mickey’s head straight up, and paused. Mickey knew what he wanted, and he felt his spent cock give a painful kick. Mickey pressed his tongue down and moaned, writhed, pulled against his restraints. It was the closest he could get to begging, because some gross, posessive part of him loved that Ian loved to do this. 

Mickey felt his spend drip into his mouth before the familiar taste burst across his tongue. It seemed to go on forever, Ian letting cum drip from his mouth through the center of the gag. When he was done, he kept his hand on Mickey’s jaw for another moment, before his hand tucked behind Mickey’s head to undo the gag. 

Once the ring had been removed from Mickey’s aching mouth, he hardly had time to swallow his own load of cum before Ian’s mouth was on his. The kiss was filthy; Mickey still had spit all over his cheeks and chin and neck and both their mouths still tasted like him. It was more teeth and tongues than it was lips meeting. It was perfect. 

Ian pulled back and took both of the earplugs from his ears. Mickey worked his aching jaw as Ian’s voice ceased to be just noises and turned into actual words. 

“-so good for me. Fuck, Mickey, you’re absolutely perfect, you know that?”

The praise settled in Mickey’s belly like alcohol, warming him from the inside and making his brain slow to a near halt. 

“The lamp to your left is on,” Ian said softly as fingers groped at the blindfold. Mickey kept his eyes shut, but the complete blackness behind his eyelids lit up a bit. “I love you so much. You deserve it all.”

The rope around his wrists came free and Ian helped him pull his sore arms down. Large hands rubbed at his muscles and Mickey wanted to cry with how gentle Ian was being with him. Those same hands moved down his body again, touching every part of him that Ian’s mouth and fingers had abused over the last- well, however long it had been. They flitted down his legs, and Mickey finally opened his eyes as Ian began working at the spreader bar. Once he was completely free, green eyes found his own, and Ian grinned up at him, still spouting out words of praise. Mickey didn’t understand all of them, his head had gone a bit too fuzzy for that as exhaustion and warmth clouded his brain, but he could pick out his favorite ones. 

Perfect, beautiful, love, mine.

Mickey took Ian in, examining him from head to foot. He was gorgeous. He was completely naked. His hair was a mess, like he’d been running his own hands through it, and his lips were bright red and swollen. His cock was still hard, jutting up long and proud between his own thighs, but before Mickey could reach out for him, Ian was stretching out beside him and pulling Mickey in. 

Ian leaned over him to grab for the cloth he’d left on the night stand. He began to clean Mickey’s face and neck off. Once he’d tossed it off the side of the bed, Mickey burrowed close to him, hiding his face in Ian’s neck and wrapping his limbs around him. He was being clingly, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. He needed to feel as much of Ian as he could. 

Ian understood, and arms wrapped around Mickey to hold him tight. 

“It’s okay, love. I’ve got you.”

-----

Thanks to @gallavichthings for hosting this month's bingo challenge!

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #kinktober 2023 #dyno writes

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober #9

@lady-jane3​ @venusthepirate​ @lunarpansexual​ @bratdoll666​ @tangerinesgf​ @white-wolf-buckaroo​ @zuzusoo​ @earth-elemental18 @northerngalxy​ @underratedboogeyman​ @basementsoup​ ​ @insanitia @tommysproperty (lmk if you want to be added!)

9) Anal // Cock Worship // Praise Kink

There’s a lot of Tangerine that’s praise worthy. 

His arms. His chest. His pretty face. You could wax lyrical about him all day. Put poets of old to shame if you wanted to. And usually he’d agree; he wasn’t a fool, he knew how good looking he was. 

Then… the Tokyo incident happened. 

Your Tangerine had come back to you shaken, hollow. A deep and vicious-looking scar in his neck that would never heal. The way he avoided his own reflection broke your heart. 

It’s your duty to make sure he knows that he’s still gorgeous. 

He’s laid out on the bed in front of you, breath hitching as you kiss your way down his body. You luxuriate over his pectorals with your tongue, give his nipple and gentle bite. His head is thrown back and eyes screwed shut. 

“You’re so lovely,” you sigh. You see his jaw tense, as if he’s biting back a disagreement. Nope, you won’t let that slide. 

“Look at these muscles. They’re ridiculous. Might as well be marble.” You trace your lips along his abdomen, feather-light, enjoying the way it’s clearly tickling him. You lift your head up and change focus, running your hands along his biceps. 

“Such strong arms. Fuck, Tan, I love how you can just pick me up. Like I weigh nothing to you. Hold me still while you fuck me against the wall.”

You can feel his cock bobbing against you. Good. He’s listening. 

“Beautiful boy,” you hum. You take his shaft in your hand, giving him a lazy pump. 

“Oh, and this. Don’t get me started on this. Your cock was fucking made for me, Tan. Christ, nobody can fuck me like you do, it would only be disappointing. Exceptional dick.”

He chuckles and you enjoy the sound. You slide down onto him, making sure he’s sheathed deep inside you before you take his face in your hands. You’re aware your grip spans to the scar on his neck, but he doesn’t freeze like he normally might. 

“Perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect,” you reiterate. 

His hand come to rest over your own and he presses a kiss into your palm. 

You’ll keep telling him until he believes you. 

#Tangerine x reader #avo's kt

[fieldofdaisiies]

Ultima Ex Nobis | ch. XII

-all rights reserved-

Nessian AU word count: ~2,4k words warnings: mentions of bad mental health summary: Six years into a global pandemic which was caused by a mass fungal infection that turns hosts into zombie-like creatures and makes the whole of Prythian collapse, the former army general Cassian Cadell is tasked with one very special mission – escorting Nesta Archeron, one of the few immune survivors, across a post-apocalyptic Prythian to a group of people of the name L. Their identity  is unknown but they can make an antidote.

“Your turn, Nes.” Cassian looks happy. And amused. Yes, he definitely is amused and just to add the cherry on top he flexes his pectorals, his biceps, all his muscles just to make it a little bit harder for Nesta to breathe.

“I….I…” Nesta stutters, stumbling over her own words. Droplets of water trail down Cassian’s chest and her traitorous eyes of course have to follow them. He has the chest of a god, strong arms, broad shoulders, all sculpted muscles and a fine dusting of black hair. Her eyes follow the drops to the perfect v on his lower belly and Nesta quickly snaps her gaze back up, her cheeks are flaming hot. God!

“You?” Cassian challenges and raises a brow. Oh does he enjoy this moment, seeing Nesta all flustered and foremost all, seeing her checking him out. Not like he hasn’t caught her before, but never that shamelessly. “I wanted to ask you…” “Yes?” Cassian leans against the corridor wall, his voice dropping an octave when he gives Nesta a once over. He does not say anything, just looks at her, just lets his eyes trail over her features, but his posture speaks volumes. There is need in his veins, passion and desire and these emotions are just as acute as Nesta’s. 

Nesta exhales a loud breath and calls upon her rationality — she nearly needs to get a grip on herself, she tells herself. “If you could help with the bandages. I think I will need to change them after showering.” 

Cassian’s expression changes a little from formerly amused and cocky to soft and kind. He dips his chin and pushes off the wall. “Of course, just call for me when you are ready.” He crosses his arms over his broad chest, muscles rippling with the movement. 

Nesta forces a smile to her lips and decides that two can play this game. She wants to be bold now, and she wants to see if the former general craves her just as much as she does in this very moment. 

Adding a little extra swing to her hips, Nesta waddles over to him, to where he is still standing in the middle of the corridor. “Alright, I will call your name then, Cassian.” Her tone is no longer what Cassian is used to, it has dropped an octave and sounds quite sultry in his ears. 

“I am sure earlier or later you will be shouting my name, Nes.” The corner of his mouth tips up when his gaze search hers. Her blue eyes are like a summer storm, filled with heat and passion, they are wild and capture Cassian. Every fiber in his body is screaming for her, for him to push her up against that wall and kiss that snarky mouth of hers until she forgets her own name. 

But he is rooted to the ground, bound in place by the look on her face, and only then realises that he is still only dressed in a towel. 

“Fuck!” he exclaims. He turns so swiftly that a soft breeze blows over Nesta’s skin and then he leaves or rather dashes away. The hand he placed over his crotch has thank God gone unnoticed by Nesta, or so Cassian thinks. He would never hear the end of it if she knew that he had gotten a boner from them just staring into each others eyes in the corridor. Idiot, he thinks.

Her cheeks are flushed bright red when Nesta looks at herself in the mirror and bites down on her lower lip. Maybe she has imagined it, but the hint was quite obvious. Did he truly get hard from this moment in the corridor? So, he does crave her just like she craves him.

Even though this thought makes another ton load of butterflies erupt in Nesta’s belly, she also tells herself she cannot allow this. Maybe Cassian would like to have her for one night, but that is it. And she does not want to allow to get hurt like that again. She either wants to go all in, or not at all. And she knows that Cassian is not the type who would go all in with her. 

After discarding of her shirt, Nesta sits down on the edge of the bath tub and as carefully as possible starts to unwrap the bandage around her chest. She tugs softly, afraid some skin could peel off along with it. Nesta grits her teeth, clamps down on the tears that start to fill her eyes. She is staring at the plain wall opposite of her, it seems so clean in the fluorescent light. Somehow the walls remind her of Keir’s laboratory and she shudders at the memory, quickly focusing back on her bandaged wound. Her fingers have stilled there, she is hesitant about fully peeling the bandages away, not ready to face the wound underneath. She is scared it will bring back memories. Nesta knows the wound will look different to the bite mark on her arm, this is a slash, but still a wound, still with blood and pus.

And she is right — the slash over her torso does look different. The edges on one side are still an angry red, and there has also a lot of pus gathered there. But at least most part of the large wound has healed and looks rather neat. It relieves her a little and so Nesta discards of the rest of her clothing and is ready to savour washing her hair and just enjoying standing under the stream of water. It has been quite a while since she has taken a proper shower. 

In nothing but the skin she was born with Nesta waddles over to the shower and just when she is about to open the shower curtain a knock sounds from the door. 

“Nesta?” She lifts her head, looking at the door. Eris. 

“Yes?” she asks silently, waiting for him to continue. She sees that the light underneath the door vanishes like he placed something there. “I found female clothing upstairs. Sweat pants, a shirt and…well, underwear. I placed it in front of the door.”

“Thank you!” Nesta shouts when she already hears him move away. Her voice is hoarse, her throat constricting at their kindness. How are they so nice to her when somehow everyone has else always hated her?

With a smile on her face she finally steps inside, and their the corners of her mouth move only further upwards — the water on her skin feels like balm to her soul and she devours every small moment of washing her hair. 

With only the towel wrapped around herself she puts one arm out of the door and gathers the pieces of clothing. They are bigger than what she would normally wear but they are nice and soft and she loves that she can finally wear fresh clothing. Nesta dons the lacy white underpants, the dark grey sweat pants follow, so does the white lacy bra, but the shirt…well, the shirt stays on the bathroom sink. With her long hair in a towel on top of her head, Nesta stands close to the door. She balls her hands into fists at her side, and draws in a deep inhale. Then she waits. She inhales once again, then waits another twenty second, draws in another deep breath and her lips part. “Cassian?” 

Her voice comes out much steadier than she has expected it, louder and fuller than she has heard her voice in a long time. 

She hears his loud foot steps, only moving back a little so he could walk in.

“At your command, Nes,” he says through the door and she can practically see the amusement on his face. He is smiling, she knows it, grinning probably. 

“Could you please help me with the bandages now?”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course!” Her answer is fast, like the shot of a gun. Her heart swells a little at how polite he is. Yes, he is this strong, tall former army general, but then he is all soft and kind. 

Cassian carefully opens the door, steps inside and then his mouth opens. And it stays open. His eyes dropping to Nesta’s quite exposed breasts, but quickly snatching up to her eyes. 

“You are all cleaned up,” he says a little awkwardly and his hand comes up. Cassian scratches the back of his neck and lets the door fall shut behind him. 

“I am,” she says a little sheepishly. Cassian isn’t the only one staring. Nesta is mesmerized by his chest once again, nothing but corded, sculpted muscles and the grey sweat pants hanging low on his hips do only compliment his looks. 

“How does it feel?” Cassian intently watches Nesta, wondering, if she once again decides to lie about her state, to see the reality in her eyes. But Nesta decides to answer honestly. “Alright, I would say. It still hurts a little, there is a small part where a lot of pus has been, I tried to clean in it out in the shower. The large part has healed already, though.”

Cassian nods in acknowledgement and follows Nesta to where she sits down on the edge of the tub. 

“I collected these things,” — Cassian pulls a pack of fresh bandages out of the pocket of his sweatpants, as well as a small tube with cream. Nesta braces her hands on the edge of the tub next to her, waiting patiently as Cassian slowly unscrews the tube and puts just the smallest amount of cream on his index finger. He truly has such beautiful hands, Nesta thinks and only a moment later realises that these hands will again touch her. Her skin prickles a little when Cassian’s palm touches her and he softly moves his finger with the cream on the tip over her wound. She fights the urge to cry out in pain, and rather bites down on the insides of her cheeks. She grits her teeth so hard, her jaw starts to ache and is relieved when Cassian is finished. “Lift your arms for me, Nes.”

She does as told and ever so carefully Cassian wraps the fresh and clean bandage around her slim waist, just below her breasts. “Tell me to stop when I hurt you.” “You would never.” Her answer is too quick, but it is honest and she wants him to know that she trusts him. Cassian smiles brightly in answer, finally securing the edges of the bandage. He lifts his gaze to hers. Their hearts are both beating a little faster, rhythmically thrumming in their chests with the rising tension between the two of them. It feels warmer in the bathroom, almost humid.

He looks at her for a long moment, until Cassian straightens up, slips the little tube back into the pockets of his pants and brushes his palms down his thighs. “Anything else I can do for you, Nes?”

Chuckling, Nesta gives her head a little shake. “You will never grow tired of calling me that, huh?”

Nesta reaches for her shirt and finally dons it, loving how cool and soft the fabric feels on her skin.

“Never.” Cassian grins brightly, an almost gleeful glint in his eyes. “Now…is there anything I can do for you?”

The smile vanishes from her lips, something like terrible nervousness and nausea blooming in her chest. She is scared he will reject her. Her chest heaves a little when her palms turn clammy and she shuts up the voice in her head that tells her to tell him ‘nevermind’ and just pretend to have changed her mind. He lips feel a little dry, but she manages her voice to come out steady when she says, “Please can you sleep with me tonight?”

It is only then that she realises what she has asked and that the words came out in the completely wrong way. Her cheeks flush bright red, her skin feels hot from her cleavage up to the top of her head. Cassian’s eyes widen a little, his lips part but he says nothing, just looks her.

“I mean…I mean in the room with me. I can’t be alone. I can’t sleep alone in the darkness. That is what I meant. And I will understand if you say no, if you don’t want to, if you want to rather—“ “Of course, Nes. We have shared a tent, a sleeping bag, a bed is not much different.” He smiles, and it is honest, almost empathetic when Cassian reaches his hand forward, places on her face and lets his thumb brush over cheek. “Did something happen to you in the dark? Something you want to talk about?”

She leans into his touch a little. “I got bitten in the dark and I just don’t like it. Don’t like being alone.” Cassian understands and bows his head, his hand falling to his side again. “Alright, then lead the way to where we will spend the night.” Nesta tells him that he knows where the room is and not her and so Cassian is the one leading them, upstairs the croaky staircase. When Nesta looks at the walls leading upwards, her knees almost buckle and her heart aches. There are so many family pictures, so many—

Nesta quickly averts her gaze, she can no longer look at those pictures, they would just rip open more wounds inside her heart. 

Having arrived in the room, it turns out there is only one bed which Cassian sits down on, bouncing a little bit to try the mattress. “Quite soft,” he smiles and Nesta flicks on the light, but Cassian lifts his hand and says, “Don’t. There are windows here, it is too dangerous. The rest of the house is dark already as well, please turn off the light in the corridor as well.” Nesta does as told and knows he is right. So in the dark she carefully waddles over to the bed and climbs onto it. 

“Is this okay for you?” she asks Cassian who slips under the large kingsize bedsheet. “Of course, it is.” She knows he is smiling, she can perfectly picture it and it makes her happy. The sheets are thin, cool, and smell a little old. But it is a bed, a real bed with pillows, blankets and a soft mattress, so it feels like heaven. 

Nesta pulls the blanket up on her, snuggling into the softness below her — it feels like she is lying on clouds and her lids start to grow heavy. “I hope they could fully make up,” she then says, wanting to say something to interrupt the silence. 

“They had a few rounds of quite loud make-up sex, I guess they did. While you showered.” 

Cassian chuckles lowly, shifting a little on the bed and Nesta’s eyes widen. She is glad it is calm over there now, hearing them have sex would feel like intruding their personal space and she would not like that. “Good night, Nes.”

“Cassian?”

“Hm?” When Nesta does not answer the general turns to her, shifting on the bed so he is facing her. It is too dark to see her face, but he knows she is close, he can feel her breath. And then he—

Feels her lips on his. It is just a soft, small and way too quick, peck. For a moment he thinks he has imagined it, but Nesta Archeron has truly kissed him and his heart skyrockets to cloud seven. Cassian wants to say something, close the distance between them again, but Nesta speaks up before he can do anything.

“Thank you for everything. Good night, Cassian.” With that she turns her back to the former general, pulling the blanket up to her chin and sighs loudly. 

“Your arm, please.” Cassian just follows her request, curling up to her, his brain too clouded with joy to think further. His arm wraps around her waist and he fits her against him, they fit just as perfectly as always. 

And seal it with a kiss. 

~~~~~~~~

tags: @helhjertet @moonlightazriel@aayo-whatt@crushedcloudsx @brekkershadowsinger @girasoli-e-sorrisi @ignite-me @swifti-ed @cassiansbigwingspan @burningsnowleopard @headcanonheadcase @banasheefan56 @a-frog-with-a-laptop

#nessian #nessian au #nesta archeron #cassian acotar #acotar #acotar au #acosf

[vspertilian]

friendly reminder that bruce wayne is covered in scars and a lot of them are pretty bad. notable ones include:

a large hydrofluoric acid burn over his heart that spreads to the point where his neck meets his shoulder

a bullet entry and exit wound on his right shoulder

a bite from killer croc on his right bicep

a line across his jugular and adam’s apple where someone tried to slit his throat

a long scar on his left cheek (probably from selina)

a knife wound in the center of his chest that veers off diagonally onto his right pectoral because the blade caught his sternum and bounced off

a slight notch in his left eyebrow

numerous cuts on his back from various things

a scar on his left palm where he caught a knife barehanded

a surgical scar on his right knee where a bullet hit him and alfred removed it

cuts on his calves and thighs, including one over his femoral artery

innumerable others on his abs and sides

#HEADCANON.

[lemmetreatya]

Seeing this really cute lingerie set at the store and buying it on a complete impulse. Not for yourself, but because you've secretly been fantasizing about how Reiner might look with the material stretched around his pecs and that massive bulge in the panties. You don't think he'd actually wear it, but maybe, just maybe if you ask nicely enough...😳

Whewwwwww!!

Anon you actually want to see my demise,,,,, im very sure you want me FINiSHED!!!!! but alas, you have intrigued me 😈😈

"It's for me?"

He didn't even sound surprised. Reiner just lifted the lace undergarment set from the shopping bag, his eyes curious as he inspected the piece. With a tentative nod, you hum in confirmation.

"Yeah, it's for you." You reply with a flittery tone. You couldn’t even contain your smile. It made your cheeks bulge as you sat on the bed.

Reiner raised his eyebrows, lowered them, and then scrunched them up. He rubbed underneath his nose.

“I see…” He pondered.

You slightly gulped; It was too hard to decipher what his feelings were towards the racy outfit. Reiner could be quite a rigid man at times but you knew there was a barmy side to him considering how he ended up with you in the first place.

All you needed to do was try and test where those angles were.

“So?” You pried.

Reiner inspected the garment again, twisting and turning it before coming to a conclusion.

"Want me to try it on?"

Your heart elated with immense height but you didn’t want to seem too excited. Biting your bottom lip, you nodded vividly.

“Mhm. Uh huh.” You vocalised.

The blonde man let out a sigh through his nose as he was already pulling his hoody over his head.

“Mrgh. Alright, gimme a sec.”

As Reiner chucked the jumper onto the bed, the sight of his pectoral and bicep muscles flexing from even the simplest of movements made you bite your inner cheek. The immense width of his bare chest was already a treat for the eyes — the possibility of what they’d look like tangled within the underwear even more tantalising.

“Look the other way.”

As your eyes glanced up to meet Reiner’s face, his own were already trained on you.

“But I wanna see how it looks on you.” You excused.

Reiner chucked his now offed trousers onto the bed, joining it with his hoody. It left him in just his boxers.

“You’ll see how I look after I put it on. You want it to be a surprise, no?” He gruffly explained.

He had a point there.

Reluctantly, but obediently, you turned away from Reiner, showing your back to him.

“Fine. Tell me if you need any help putting it on.” You add, trying your luck at just being able to grant yourself at least one premature look.

You guess Reiner didn’t end up needing your help because nearly five minutes in you heard him clear his throat.

“Okay. I have it on but I don’t want you to look yet because I have a question.”

Licking your lips in succession, you nodded, still unable to see.

“Yeah, sure.”

You heard a bit of shuffling, before he spoke again.

“Was this the only colour they had?”

You took a second of thought.

“Yes? I thi— No, actually, they had it in other colours but this was the only one I could get that’d possibly fit you.”

There was a pause of silence.

“Okay.”

Your hands were already getting clammy at how excited you were but the suspense was now killing you even more. Shuffling in your place, you tentatively asked:

“Ca-can I turn around now?”

The roof of your tongue was getting so dry.

Physically, your body was telling you that a gulp of water would suffice, but you know it was only having the chance at drinking in the sight of Reiner in the lingering that would do the job.

“Yeah, you can look now.” He replied.

Almost too quickly, your head whipped round in the direction of where the blonde supposedly stood — and my, you weren’t disappointed.

"God, look at you."

Was all you could breath as Reiner stepped closer into your line of sight.

There he stood, in all his god-like glory, with his torso covered in a baby pink lace bralette. The pattern meant that the flowery material danced around his breast but ultimately all of them pathed back to the middle of each side — the material over the nipple area scantily covered in a darker mesh.

The set was a two piece but the bottom half of the item had a detachable garter that connected to the four corners of the panties via four straps, which mind you, were too deliciously small to hold in all that the man endowed, his thighs bulging in turn.

The actual panties themselves were no better, the tanga shaped material only just holding in his cock and balls which were so threatingly ready to spill out.

After a good few minutes of you inspecting the man, you realised you weren’t sure of how he felt.

Because really, Reiner hadn’t shown any polled reaction so far. Which at first you thought was bad, but then you realised that it was painfully obvious when this man was embarrassed. Right now, there was no sense of reddening skin or bashful energy that would usually emerge from the man if feeling abashed.

The only conclusion you could get from this was that Reiner was enjoying this as much as you were.

However, to make sure you weren’t over-assuming, you asked.

“So? How is it?”

Reiner looked down at himself before slightly pulling down at the stretched bralette.

“It’s a bit tight.” Was all he had to comment.

“Good.” You laughed. “But how are you finding it?”

Reiner looked back up to you as if he hadn’t been expecting to hear that as a question. He thought, momentarily, but then when he looked back to you he had his answer.

“Great, but you need to bring this back and get me a bigger size. I have a few places I’d like to wear it” He commonly said, as if speaking of a mere t-shirt or pair of jeans.

#reiner headcanons #reiner aot #reiner braun #reiner x reader #aot reiner #attack on titan reiner #attack on titan