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'The Love Shack'

Part III - Blurring Lines

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

Part III Summary:

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

Read Part I - The Proposition HERE

Read Part II - Three is a Perfect Crowd HERE

Warnings: Adult content 18+ MDNI

Word count: 12.9k

Content: Mentions of group sex, MMF threesome, smut, sex toy play, squirting, anal fingering

Author's Note:

Greetings my lovely thirsty peeps! Here is Part III. The narrative is getting more emotional/angsty now too with all those secretly repressed feelings. But I hope ya'll still brought your 'thirst-gear' along because you'll need it towards the end of this part. Enjoy, my lovelies! 😘

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Note: A reminder that I don't use the term 'Y/N' so the reader's name in this is 'Neyomi'. The name is not used often, only when stylistically required.

***~~~***

You were doing a commendable job of maintaining the status quo during the daytimes, Neteyam had to admit. Calm and collected, your face ever inscrutable, nothing in your behaviour betrayed any trace of the clandestine contract you’d entered into with him and Lo’ak. 

For many weeks now you’d stolen away once a week to the old outpost for your private ménage à trois with him and his brother, where you would very successfully abandon all your inhibitions and fall prey to their various ministrations. You would tangle with them both, giving and receiving pleasure until you were limp and mewling like a milk-gorged kitten. But come daybreak, when you fell in with the rest of the warriors for the morning briefing, there was no hint of the carnal nights you shared with them, not even the barest acknowledgement.

Unlike the other women, there were no demure glances or hushed giggles from you. You were purely professional.

You were so good at it that the morning after the very first night, when Neteyam had received nothing more from you than the usual dip of your head and a steady ‘good morning sir’, he’d believed for several surreal moments that he’d dreamt up the nirvana of the previous night. That is, until Lo’ak had looked from you to him and flashed him a wayward smirk that spoke of his own amusement at your cool behaviour.

Lo’ak had made it his life’s mission then to try to goad a reaction from you in public. However, you remained stoic, even pulling rank on him several times to make him behave during hunts and patrols. Then you’d threatened him on your second visit to the outpost with a firm warning that if he couldn’t keep what happened in the outpost at the outpost, that you’d end the arrangement and never return.

That had nipped Lo’ak’s jibing in the bud immediately. Your behaviour had remained a fascinating contradiction ever since. Aloof during the days, but a wanton little plaything during your nights with them…

To anyone else, you were just as you always were. Hell, Neteyam didn’t even know if you’d told your best friend, Tula… Tula certainly didn’t appear to know, based on the fact that she often told him and Lo’ak during group visits that she was still trying to convince you to come along. There had not been a single crack in your façade.

Until today.

It had been almost imperceptible, but Neteyam had caught it straight away: The clench of your jaw and the tight swallow that bobbed down your slender throat in reaction to the other woman’s words. You turned away, busying yourself with your own pa’li.

“What do you say, warrior? Tonight?” Silwey’s coquettish voice crooned beside him. Her warm palm smoothed in a slow slide up his arm to squeeze at his bicep while she pressed her side provocatively up against him.

Neteyam chuckled, undoing the ties and buckles of his pa’li’s saddle. It was a very bold move by a woman to be making such an uninhibited suggestion in such a communal setting as the pa’li pen, especially to the future olo’eyktan, but he had history with Silwey.

“It’s been a long day,” Neteyam muttered indecisively with a cock of his head, “Aren’t you tired?”

Silwey scoffed and bumped her hip against his, “Not too tired. Besides, we know stamina isn’t an issue for you.”

Though your back was turned to them as you attended to your own direhorse, Neteyam could hear your fingers working with the buckles of your own saddle. It wasn’t the usual slow and composed clink and slide of fabric against metal. It sounded like your fingers were fumbling testily with the material, the buckles rattling noisily.

A corner of his lips quirked upward. You were not so unbothered after all, it seemed…

Neteyam enjoyed the group liaisons at the old outpost, but it was true what the whispers said. He mostly liked to watch and maybe join in with his hands, lips and tongue, but it wasn’t often that he had sex with someone. He was selective like that and he didn’t like to share his playmates. He left the playboy behaviour to Lo’ak, who was more than happy to indulge the women in full use of his body.

There were only a few exceptions for Neteyam, over whom he tended to be fairly possessive. Silwey was one of them, as were you…

When Neteyam’s lack of response dragged on for several seconds longer than she liked, Silwey stroked a brazen hand over his chest and her voice turned husky to cajole him, “Come on, Neteyam. It was fun last time when it was just you and me, away from any audience.”

A muffled curse and a dull thud sounded as you dropped something.

Out of the corner of his eye, Neteyam saw you quickly stoop to pick up what you’d dropped before you shot upright again, proceeding to stride away in the next moment. You appeared very eager to get away before you had to endure any more of his exchange with Silwey.

Turning his full attention to the waiting female at his side, Neteyam regarded Silwey with apologetic eyes, “Can we take a raincheck on this? I’m quite sore after today’s patrol.”

Disappointment coloured Silwey’s expression and she pouted slightly, “Alright. Well you know where to find me if you change your mind.” She shot him a seductive wink and turned to leave with a deliberate sashay of her hips.

Silwey was an incredibly beautiful woman. A warrior too, her physique was lithe with toned muscle and shapely in all the right places. Her face was similarly pleasing. However, there was an air of conceitedness about her and she liked to be in control in matters of sensual play. Neteyam had found her sexual confidence extremely appealing at first, and he’d enjoyed grappling for dominance with her during their liaisons, but his encounters with her lacked a certain sincerity of connection.

Especially after their one private evening together away from the outpost, it was becoming clear to Neteyam that what Silwey appeared to enjoy most about being with him was being in control of him. She relished dominating him. She wasn’t fond of that role being reversed though and so she never submitted fully to him at any point in return.

She certainly didn’t surrender or abandon herself as wholly as you did when you were with him… And the complete and utter vulnerability you displayed was what really made Neteyam’s blood heat with lust.

Neteyam watched your retreating figure in the distance. He noted the darker cobalt of the stripes that lined your thighs and remembered the smooth feel of them beneath his lips. He watched as the long strides of your legs made your hips sway, accentuating the luscious curves of your pert bottom as you walked. He couldn’t see your face now, but his brain supplied a lusty memory of your beautiful face contorted in bliss, lips parted and mouth slack as you moaned beneath him.

He wasn’t keen on a private evening away with Silwey, but you… You were a different story. His mind yearned and his body ached to get you alone. You, he wouldn’t mind sequestering away somewhere all to himself without having to share you with anyone.

“I know that look.” Lo’ak sauntered up to him, adjusting his bow which he’d slung across his torso. “It’s the look of someone who’s been offered a sweet treat, but not of the flavour they’re craving.”

Walking to return his pa’li’s saddle to the storage rack, Neteyam cast his brother a wry grin over his shoulder, “Yeah well, some of us have a more sophisticated palate, bro.”

“I believe the simple term you’re looking for is ‘fussy’.” Lo’ak countered, giving the whickering direhorse an affectionate stroke of farewell down its muzzle before jogging to catch up with Neteyam.

A group of young fisherwomen passed them, twittering with bashful hands over their mouths. Lo’ak addressed them with a wink and blew them a kiss. He crowed at his older brother, “And the good thing about not being fussy is that you always eat well.”

Chortling at his brother’s flirtatious conduct, Neteyam rolled his eyes, “And the bad thing about people who aren’t fussy is that they’re often also greedy.”

“Ahh, I see. You want me to be a bit less involved next time Neyomi comes round, do you? I’ll just warm her up for you, eh?” Lo’ak waggled his eyebrows and jabbed his elbow several times into his brother’s ribs, “Then I’ll just kick back and watch, because by Eywa, she’s so beautiful when she comes undone.”

Neteyam couldn’t suppress the grunt of displeasure that left him at his brother’s words. He didn’t even want Lo’ak looking at you, if he was honest… He wanted you all to himself. He wanted your kisses to grace his lips only. He wanted the forbidden taste of your sweet flesh tantalising his tongue and no one else’s, and he wanted the sight of your writhing body for his eyes and his eyes alone.

“How about you just sit out entirely?” Neteyam spat with a jeer, though there was a jesting undertone to his voice.

Lo’ak hooted with laughter and blew a low whistle out on his next exhale. He clucked his tongue and shook his head, “Nope, no can do, bro. I’m going to change the name of the outpost from ‘The Love Shack’ to ‘The Sharing Shack’. Sharing is caring and those who won’t share aren’t welcome.”

The brothers were closing in on their family’s shelter now and they were careful to lower their voices. The last thing they needed was for their father or, Eywa forbid, their mother to discover their libidinous evening activities. Although, people loved to chin-wag and it seemed unlikely that their father hadn’t at least heard rumours. Perhaps their father was just closing a blind eye to things…

“Just because I don’t like to share, doesn’t mean I won’t. I know she enjoys playing with you too.” Neteyam muttered peevishly, narrowing his eyes and fixing Lo’ak with a pointed look.

Lo’ak smirked at his brother through keen amber eyes, “You just want a little bit on the side for yourself. You’ve got it bad for her.” At Neteyam’s scowl, Lo’ak snickered and aimed another playful sock at him, “It’s alright, I got you, bro.”

***~~~***

A droning hum of voices infused the atmosphere around you while the gathered clan members filled their bellies and socialised over a shared evening meal. The radiant heat of the communal bonfire was usually a welcome sensation against your skin as it provided a soothing contrast to the chill of the evening air. However, the warmth of the fire prickled irritatingly against you tonight.

You were in a cantankerous mood and you struggled to get comfortable, either feeling too hot closer to the fire or too cold if you moved farther away from it. Your sour disposition had put a damper on your appetite too, and you picked grouchily at the mixture of grains, roasted vegetables and morsels of sturmbeest meat on your food mat in front of you.

It was your arrow that had felled the fat sturmbeest cow for tonight’s meal. Ordinarily you’d be beaming with pride, but tonight you just wanted to sulk. It was immature and petty of you - plus you knew you also had no real right - but you wanted to wallow in your crankiness.

And it was all thanks to Silwey.

You’d never had anything against the other young woman. In fact, she was a well-respected hunter and you’d partnered with her very successfully on several occasions. She was confident, skilled and friendly enough. There was literally no reason for you to hold any animosity towards Silwey and the only reason you felt this way now was because you’d overheard her proposition to Neteyam.

He’s not yours… Your conscience warned. The arrangement you have with him and Lo’ak is purely physical…

But the knowledge that Silwey had been with Neteyam privately on her own was a thorn in your side, and you felt viscid, green envy roil in the pit of your stomach. You knew Neteyam was selective of the women he took fully as lovers. The gossiping murmurs amongst the other women about this fact was evidence of this, and Neteyam had even told you so himself. So, he must have taken a keen enough liking to Silwey to have sought her out on her own in the past. 

You felt your already black mood turn even blacker.

Tula nudged your side with an elbow, forcing you from your critical thoughts, “Your face looks like a thunder cloud. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sister.” You fibbed, refusing to meet her eyes.

This was another undesired consequence of your secret arrangement with the two Sully brothers. You and Tula had been joined at the hip since childhood and you never kept secrets from each other, but now you did. Part of it was your stubborn pride at not wanting to admit to your best friend that you had caved in the end and succumbed to the brothers’ charms. Another part was you selfishly wanting to keep your exclusive arrangement with Neteyam and Lo’ak under wraps.

No one else had their own dedicated evening alone with the brothers. All the other women participated in the weekly group sessions with whoever else that went along. And for the last several weeks you’d felt privileged, special even, especially knowing that Neteyam didn’t just fuck any and every woman that came across his path. But your newfound discovery about his solo tryst with Silwey was upsetting.

“I know you’re lying.” Tula pressed, uncrossing her legs where she was seated to shuffle in front of you, “I know you like the back of my own hand and you can’t fool me.”

Chewing on your bottom lip while a furrow pulled a deep knit between your brows, you groused, “Wasn’t trying to fool you, but it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it either.”

A sigh huffed out of Tula and she took your fidgeting hands in hers, “Ok, but it’s nothing bad, right? Like, it’s not serious? You know you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you.”

The concern in your friend’s voice was touching and your ears pricked upward, your eyes following suit to look at Tula. With a discomfited laugh you shook your head, “No, it’s not anything serious. It really is nothing, actually. It’s dumb and you don’t need to worry.”

Tula tried one last time, “If it’s dumb then you can definitely tell me.”

“No, I don’t want to talk about it.” Your words were firm and your tone unyielding.

Sensing that you wouldn’t budge, Tula relented, “Alright. Well if you’re not going to eat anymore of that food then we might as well make a move. Come back to mine and I’ll rub your shoulders and re-braid your hair? You look like some tender loving care might lift your mood.”

Rolling your shoulders and testing the sore muscles, you knew that one of Tula’s wonderful massages would help, but your pride obstinately insisted on licking its petty wounds and so you declined. “Thanks, but I’m tired and I’m just going to wash and call it a night.”

Shooting you a dubious expression, Tula gave a weary sigh and leant forward to buss your cheek with a kiss, “Ok, goodnight sister, sleep well. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Your murmured your own farewell and watched as your friend left the gathered throng of people. Deciding it best for you to get going too, you looked at the bits and bobs of your remaining dinner. Not wanting to feel like an ingrate for wasting good food, you gathered what was left and ate it all. Gingerly rolling the food mat up, you got up and tucked it into the washing basket with a brief smile of thanks at the people who were on cleaning duty tonight.

You passed a cluster of warrior women on your way out and they called out their ‘goodnights’ to you. You noted that Silwey wasn’t among them and your brain unhelpfully supplied the bitter thought that she was likely off frolicking with Neteyam.

Your shoulders ached and you rolled them again with a grimace as you slowly ambled your way back towards the clan’s assemblage of home shelters that were scattered among the upper boughs and branches of the large woodland trees. The air was chilly and only the soft chirruping of nightlife accompanied you as you walked onward. Your plan was to head to the bathing springs, wash the grime of the day away, and then settle down to sleep with the hope that your mind wouldn’t keep you awake with agonising musings of what Neteyam and Silwey were doing.

Your ears twitched then, swivelling backward at the dull sound of thudding footsteps approaching you from behind.

“Sore, are you?” Lo’ak queried, stopping to stand at your side. He grinned when you turned to acknowledge him, the whites of his teeth glinting in the dim moonlight.

“That talioang cow was a heavy haul to bring in, so yes, my shoulder and back muscles are making their complaints known.” You didn’t need to look around him or over his shoulder to see that his older brother was not with him.

“It was a good kill. The clan thanks you for your service.” Lo’ak cocked his head to the side, regarding you with his signature smirk, “Can I help make you feel better? I’m happy to give you a nice rub down. You know, ease all that tension from your body.”

You barked out a laugh and threw him a cynical look, “Why do I get the sense that your rub down will end up more like a hump down?”

Lo’ak’s grin turned naughty and he snickered, “Hey, if that’s what you want, sweet thing, I won’t say no.”

You contemplated his offer, really thought about it. He was still wearing his cummerbund around his torso and you took a moment to enjoy the way it hugged his abdomen like a second skin, framing his ribs and accentuating the narrowing of his hips nicely. Your eyes dipped to the dark green loincloth that hung from his hips and a part of you was tempted. You knew, intimately, what hid behind that loincloth and you knew that the experience would be pleasurable if you spent the evening with Lo’ak. But when you closed your eyes and pictured yourself kissing him, it was Neteyam’s face that swam behind your eyelids.

With a quiet exhale you shook your head, “Thanks, but no thanks. I turned down Tula’s offer of a shoulder rub just now too.”

Lo’ak’s tail was swishing in a slow arc behind him and he was watching you intently. A toothy smile played across his lips and you sensed a cheeky jab on the horizon, “It’s OK, I get it. Wrong brother asking.”

Irritation flashed through you at his comment. You were really starting to hate the way he kept calling you out like that. It was difficult enough having to confront your own feelings, but it was much worse when someone else pointed them out.

You snapped at Lo’ak, “You need to stop that. If you will recall, I quite happily enjoy both of you during our get-togethers, so it wouldn’t make a difference who asks. I just want to bathe and head home tonight.”

Great Mother, you were turning into a such a liar… you would have accepted without hesitation if the offer had come from Neteyam…

“Alright, alright, I’m just teasing. I’ve genuinely got a suggestion that might help though.”

You raised a doubtful brow at him, your silence urging him to continue.

“There’s a small hot spring near my family’s home shelter. It’s in a secluded area behind it, away from the main village pathway.” Lo’ak broached genially, “The water’s warm and it’s great for soothing sore muscles. You’re welcome to bathe there if you want?”

“You have a private hot spring?” You queried in astonishment. There were a few hot springs in the nearby woodlands, but they were communal and there were often other people there. Having a private one so close to home was a real indulgence.

“Perks of being in the olo’eyktan’s family.” Lo’ak gave a casual shrug of his shoulders, “My parents picked that spot to build our family’s shelter at because of it.”

A hot soak and bath sounded absolutely divine, and a private spring meant you’d have some peace and quiet to yourself too. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be using it if it’s just meant for your family.”

“Nah, it’s fine. We’ve had friends over before and my parents are out tonight anyway. Come on, I’ll take you there.”

Enticed by the promise of the hot spring, you readily followed Lo’ak. You were familiar with where the Sullys’ home was, but as he led you round behind it, you glimpsed a mossy pathway that led down between the verdant flora towards a formation of rocks. Sure enough, you could see there was a pool in the formation’s centre, partially obscured by the taller rocks surrounding it.

The environment became humid as you approached the mouth of the spring, the hot water sending small plumes of steam into the air. You breathed out a sigh of wonderment at the sight before you. It was actually bigger than you’d initially thought.

The hot spring was surrounded on most sides by the high rocks, giving the space a lovely sense of seclusion. There was another set of tall boulders that parted the spring down the middle too and, though you couldn’t see it from where you were, you presumed it would lead to another part of the spring round the corner. On the adjacent side from where you stood, there was a bank with a bed of plush, bioluminescent moss. It looked like the perfect place to just sit and dip your feet in if that’s all one wanted to do.

You beamed at Lo’ak appreciatively, “This is lovely, thank you.”

“There are some bath and cleansing oils in a little basket over there on the bank. My sisters are morning bathers so they won’t be needing the spring now. You can enjoy your privacy.” Lo’ak stated with a smile, followed by a muted titter which he tried to disguise rather poorly as a cough.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

He waved you off, turning around and beginning to make his way back up the path, “No, it’s nothing.”

Arms akimbo as you watched him leave, you hissed, “You’re being weird. There better not be any nasty surprises in there!”

Lo’ak scoffed, stopping in his tracks to look at you, “No, of course not.” Although there was still that telltale mischievous twinkle in his eyes that you didn’t altogether trust. He shook his head at your apparent doubt and he gestured towards the steaming spring, “You’re safe here, don’t worry. There are no strangers here.”

With a reassuring smile, Lo’ak left you to it and carried on up the distance of the path until you saw him disappear into his family’s shelter.

Left alone now, you peered out into the darkness of the hot spring before you. The higher temperature of the water meant that not much lived in and around the spring. There were no fish or florae that dwelled beneath the water’s surface and apart from the gentle glow of the moss and phosphorescent lianas that lined the rocks, there wasn’t much light at all.

Stepping forward slowly, you let the warm water of the spring greet your toes, which wriggled and curled in delight at the soothing heat. You smiled a small smile to yourself, very much looking forward to your impending hot bath. You unclothed yourself, shimmying out of your chest-covering and loincloth before folding the garments neatly and stepping to the side to drape them over a boulder. You paused then when you noticed another folded loincloth tucked against the rocks.

Odd… Lo’ak had reassured you that no one was here…

Shrugging lightly, you supposed another of the family had left it behind earlier in the day and thought nothing more of it, eager to immerse yourself in the steaming spring that beckoned. With small steps, you submerged yourself little by little, sighing as the blissful warmth of the spring water enveloped your knees, thighs, hips and navel until you reached maximum depth and it pooled just under the rounds of your breasts.

Oh, by Eywa, the temperature was perfect. The water was hot but not too hot as to be uncomfortable and you could already feel it easing the tightness in your leg muscles. Wading through the dark water towards the basket of bath oils on the bank, you gingerly picked through several vessels, uncapping them and giving each one a sniff as you tried to decide which you liked best. They all smelled wonderful, some fruity, some floral and all a luxurious treat for the skin and senses.

A very familiar scent wafted to your nose when you uncapped the last vessel; spicy and nutty, with a hint of the woodland trees. You recognised it immediately. Neteyam. This was the bath oil he used regularly. Your mind was made up in that instant, selection made.

Bending your knees, you submerged yourself to your chin to wet your body all over, before gracefully lifting yourself out of the water to perch on the mossy bank so you could rub the oil into your skin. The oil was wonderfully fragrant and glossy on your wet skin as you massaged it over your arms, torso, breasts, tail and legs. A contented moan bubbled up your throat and you giggled to yourself, smoothing the oil up your neck and then over your face too.

Oh, it smelled so good and it reminded you so much of Neteyam…

Something sharp pricked in your chest when your conscience reminded you that he was off in the company of Silwey tonight, and you sniffed sullenly before you mentally chastised yourself. You resolved to put it out of your mind and just be grateful for this wonderful hot spring. The scent of the oil tickled your nostrils again, bringing with it more unbidden thoughts of Neteyam. Perhaps choosing the oil he used wasn’t the smartest idea after all... You’d go to bed smelling like him tonight and it was just going to keep reminding you of him.

Satisfied with your efforts of smoothing the bath oil all over yourself, you slipped off the mossy bank back into the warm water to soak. Your tightly braided cornrows wouldn’t need a proper wash for another few days yet, so you cupped water in your hands and dribbled it over your head to give your hair a simple rinse. Gingerly, you washed your face in a similar fashion, moaning quietly in enjoyment.

So absorbed were you in relishing your bath that you failed to notice the glowing pair of eyes watching you soundlessly through the steam from around the corner of tall boulders in the spring.

Your voyeur smirked to himself. He was surprised to find you here. He was going to have to thank his brother later…

Deciding he’d done enough covert watching, Neteyam carefully shifted off his rocky perch beneath the water to submerge himself further. His moral scruples censured him that continuing to watch you bathe naked when you were unaware of his presence was wrong. He resolved to make himself known, but he was going to have some fun doing it.

The buoyancy in the water made it easy for you to rest with your knees bent to keep yourself submerged to your chin. You continued to run your hands over yourself underwater, cleaning yourself while you soaked. You hummed an old folk tune that your mother used to sing to you as a child, and you closed your eyes, basking in the peace of your surroundings. But your serenity was unexpectedly disrupted when you felt something ripple past your legs underwater.

You stilled and bolted upright to full height. There was something in the water…

Your thoughts rushed back to earlier when you’d been suspicious of Lo’ak’s snickering. He’d reassured you that there was no danger here and you knew, logically, that nothing lived in the waters of a hot spring, and yet, something had definitely moved past the backs of your legs underwater.

Heart beginning to race in your chest, you turned in a slow arc, scanning the murky water with wide eyes. The water was so black you could hardly see your own body past your hips. The steam was suddenly stifling and you licked your lips, swallowing down your rising anxiety.

With an almighty splash, something burst upward through the surface of the water behind you with a roar and an alarmed screech forced itself from your throat. You whirled around to face a looming figure, your chest heaving in fright. However, the loud roar the figure had emitted had morphed now into deep rumbles of laughter and you came face-to-face with a dripping wet Neteyam.

“You skxawng!” You shrieked in indignation, aiming several good splashes of water at him with your hands.

Neteyam’s mirth still had a firm grip over him and his rumbling laughter continued to reverberate around the rocky spring. Your fit of pique was quickly deflating in the face of his amusement as you watched him clutch at his sides, gasping for breath, his handsome face full of his merriment. The sound of his laughter was infectious and though you continued to cuss at him, your own voice was tremulous with your own laughter now.

“Great Mother, all these years we’ve hunted and patrolled together, facing packs of nantang (viperwolves) and palulukan (thanators) and not once have you ever screamed like that!” Neteyam hooted.

“Shut up, kurkung (asshole)! You gave me a huge scare!” You splashed him again and added a hard shove against his chest for good measure.

Neteyam caught your wrists and proceeded to mock scold you, “Hey, name-calling and physically assaulting your superior officer is the height of disrespect and insubordination.”

Wrenching your wrists free of his grasp, you ground out through your teeth, “Forgive me, sir, but you rudely interrupted my bath and nearly sent my soul to Eywa with your ambush.”

Flushed from your fright and suddenly feeling self-conscious, you folded your arms across your breasts. It was stupid really considering Neteyam had already seen all of you and more before.

Your eyes had accustomed themselves to the darkness now and you could see little rivulets of water cascading down his face from his wet hair. Droplets of water clung to the skin of his neck and chest, and his bioluminescent tanhì glimmered against his moist skin. The deep gold of his eyes were bright in lack of light and you forced yourself to look away, afraid you might drown in the mesmerising depths of them if you looked for too long.

Neteyam gave a quiet chuckle and he tilted his head downward to catch your downcast eyes, “Did I interrupt your bath or did you interrupt mine?”

You sucked in an astonished breath, remembering the other folded loincloth you’d seen on the rocks by the mouth of the hot spring. Confusion swirled in your mind and you shook your head, “Lo’ak told me there was no one here.”

Another rough chuckle, “No, he said there were no strangers here.”

Neteyam watched as you attempted to make sense of the situation. He’d already been in the hot spring when Lo’ak had led you here. He’d been partially hidden from your sight around the corner of the boulders in the middle of the pool, and you’d been too preoccupied to notice him through the steam.

“Maybe Lo’ak didn’t realise you were here.”

“Oh paskalin (sweet berry), he definitely knew I was here.”

Neteyam’s voice was low and husky, and the raspy sound rippled over you, sending warm tingles throughout you to your fingers, toes and other more private places. You looked to his face again and found him still watching you. A small grin played on his lips, his eyes gleamed with mischief and his ears were upright, fully focused on you.

The recollection of Silwey’s proposition to him earlier in the day resurfaced in your thoughts and you felt your mood sour again. He was probably freshening up before his play date…

You decided to leave him to it, trying your best to keep the sour taste in your mouth from bleeding into your tone, “Well, I’m sorry sir, for intruding on your bath. I’ll go now so you can finish up. I’m sure you’ve got somewhere to be, you know, someone waiting for you.”

Neteyam watched as you turned to leave, wading slowly through the spring towards its exit. He shook his head at your repeated address of him as ‘sir’ and he chortled under his breath. Your words were coolly said, but he didn’t miss the slight edge to them, especially when you referred to someone waiting for him. You were annoyed and he was fairly certain of the reason why. He knew you’d overheard part of his conversation with Silwey earlier today. Well, two could play this game of rank…

“Wait, tsamsiyu (warrior).”

You stopped in your tracks at the formal address. Neteyam’s tone was suddenly firm, the same one he used during your work days and instinct made you turn to face him again, “Sir?”

He began to advance towards you, his movement creating ripples in the spring’s surface at his approach. He stopped once there was a scant foot of space between you and his greater height forced your head to tilt back to maintain your eye contact with him.

“Just where do you think I’m meant to be right now at this hour? And who are you implying is waiting for me?” His question was a murmur, but his tone was still formal and there was a note of challenge in it.

Swallowing the growing lump in your throat, you replied, “I just meant that you’re a busy man and I shouldn’t hold you up.”

“Bullshit. Speak plainly.”

You were bewildered by Neteyam’s brusque response. Your eyes fell away from his and you shrank a little under the weight of his authority. He was pulling rank on you and questioning you. Perhaps your earlier remark hadn’t been as measured as you thought and your attitude had bled through. Unnerved, you wondered if you’d offended him.

Fortifying yourself through your increasing discomfort, you inhaled deeply and spoke, “What you choose to do in your time, and who you spend it with, is none of my concern. I apologise if I overstepped and misspoke. Permission to be dismissed, sir?”

“No.”

Shock lanced through you and you gasped. You’d expected your polite request for dismissal to be granted, but Neteyam had denied it outright. Unsure how to respond, your eyes mechanically found his face again and another wave of surprise rippled through you when you found him smirking at you.

Soft lines wrinkled your forehead as you frowned at him in puzzlement. When his smirk turned into a full-blown grin, you clicked and you realised he was toying with you. Your ears flattened in irritation and your lips pressed into a thin line. You adjusted your arms, crossing them even tighter across your naked chest, “You’re making fun of me.”

Neteyam’s expression softened and turned placating. He cocked his head at you, “You started this rank game. I was just playing along.”

You weren’t in the mood to banter with him right now. You just wanted to get out of there because every moment more that you spent in Neteyam’s presence was a reminder that he would soon be trotting off into Silwey’s arms for the night. Something he was entirely in his right to do… your conscience reminded again. It did nothing to soothe your bother.

“Right, well I’m going now.” You huffed, turning to continue making your departure.

“You don’t have to go. Stay.”

“No, I interrupted your bath. So, I’ll go.” You snapped.

“I was almost done. You only just got here. Really, you should stay. I’d best be off anyway-”

“Actually yes, why don’t you go?” You interrupted him, whirling around to face him. Your abrupt movement sent a torrent of warm water splashing onto the hot spring’s entryway behind you. He’d best be off indeed! It wouldn’t be polite to keep his playmate waiting… He would leave and you could stay to soak in the spring, and wallow some more in your stupid self-pity...

Your irritation flared and your next words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, “Better not keep Silwey waiting.”

A smug grin and chuckle was Neteyam’s answer to your remark and his response only aggravated you further.

There was an accompanying pinprick of hurt in your chest this time. Great Mother, was he still toying with you?... Was he rubbing it in that he was seeing someone exclusively tonight?... But why would he do that? You’d never known Neteyam to be unkind… And he didn’t even know how you felt… Or did he?

“You’re adorable when you’re upset.” Neteyam said, approaching you and closing the distance between the both of you once more.

“I’m not upset.” You feigned and you turned defiant eyes up at him when he stopped in front of you.

The water was shallower here near mouth of the hot spring. Where it had pooled beneath your breasts earlier, it now encircled your torso level with the tops of your hips. As Neteyam was taller, the waterline sat dangerously low on his pelvis and you kept your gaze firmly rooted on his face to curb the temptation to look down.

“Lying to your commanding officer is also a form of insubordination.”

By Eywa, you were tiring of this game... Why wouldn’t he just leave to go and meet Silwey already?

A scathing snort left you and you turned to continue your departure, “You’re not the boss of me outside of our work hours.”

Neteyam stopped you with a hand around your upper arm, “No, but I do like it when you call me ‘sir’. It has a certain ring to it that I’ve discovered I enjoy even outside our work hours.” His grip wasn’t loose but it wasn’t bruising either, just firm enough to impede your attempt to leave.

Still unwilling to uncross your arms from around your chest, you snarled at him in warning, “Let me go. I’m sure Silwey would be more than happy to indulge you in your little game. You are her commanding officer too, after all.”

“I’m not meeting Silwey tonight.”

A beat of silence passed as you took in Neteyam’s words, “What?”

Strong arms enveloped you in the next moment and you found yourself being dragged backwards into the deeper water of the hot spring. Wrapped in his embrace with your back crushed to his chest, Neteyam murmured by your ear, “I turned down her offer.”

You squirmed a little in the cage of his hold. One of his arms was wrapped around your shoulders while the other was snaked around your waist; you were well and truly trapped against him. You knew you were no match for his strength and the feminine part of you appreciated that fact. It revelled in how dainty you felt against his bigger frame.

You were unable to stem your curiosity and you questioned his decision, snapping at him, “Why? You obviously like her enough to have met her privately in the past.”

Neteyam took a breath and then exhaled, “The sex is good, but there’s no connection there. It’s physical and nothing else. Besides, it’s not Silwey’s company I find myself craving these days.” He gave a gravelly chuckle and you felt it rumble against your back. His voice turned teasing, “I knew you were eavesdropping, paskalin.”

It was an awkward angle but you craned your neck sideways to scowl at him, “Well, she wasn’t exactly quiet about it. She might as well have made an announcement before the entire clan.”

“And her offer upset you.”

Another fibbing refute was on the tip of your tongue when you stopped yourself. He’d already called you out before for being untruthful. He knew you were upset. No point trying to lie your way out of it.

Ever since you’d entered into this arrangement with Neteyam and Lo’ak, your feelings for Neteyam had become more and more difficult to ignore. Your play dates with the brothers were just physical entertainment and nothing more. Or at least, they were supposed to be… But the lines were now blurring horribly between physical and emotional, and your tetchy behaviour this evening was cold, hard evidence of this.

“I don’t like knowing that other women have you too.” Your admission was sulky and muttered so quietly that you weren’t sure if Neteyam even heard you, “When it’s just the three of us at the shack, I can just ignore everything else and pretend otherwise.”

“My, my, possessive are we?” His cocky remark rubbed you the wrong way.

You’d opened up in a moment of vulnerability and his tongue-in-cheek attitude made you feel like he was making fun of you again. With a renewed surge of annoyance, you twisted fiercely in his hold and he released you.

You spun to face him, arms still wrapped around yourself, “Didn’t you say you’d best be off? Fine, you’re not seeing Silwey tonight, but you’ve clearly got somewhere to be, so why don’t you just go so I can have some peace here?”

Neteyam wanted to make a smart quip about you kicking him out of his own family’s hot spring, but decided against it when he saw the glinting hurt in your eyes that you were trying and failing to conceal from him. He held his hands out of the water to show them to you, “What I meant was that I might as well be the one to leave seeing as my skin is getting wrinkly. I don’t actually have anywhere to be.”

“Oh.” Your voice was small.

“Do you want some time to yourself?” Was that a hint of regret you heard in his voice?

Neteyam didn’t want to leave you, if he was truthful. He’d spent the last few weeks waiting for an opportunity to get you alone, dithering in his decision around whether to just ask you outright. He’d been hesitant because he didn’t want to ruin the good thing they had going. He didn’t know whether you were content to just play with him and Lo’ak, and he was afraid that seeking you out on your own might be too close for comfort for you.

The realisation this afternoon that you were annoyed by Silwey’s advances on him was a real stroke to his ego, and he’d teased you about it. However, he comprehended now that his attempt at banter had backfired on him as you appeared more upset than he’d initially thought. Lo’ak had handed him an opportunity tonight, but he may have just blown it…

You fidgeted, your fingers squeezing your upper arms where they were wrapped around you while you deliberated your answer. Eywa, you didn’t want time to yourself if the alternative was a chance at time alone with Neteyam…

You had a chance here to indulge the tender feelings you had for him. You knew it was a dangerous game to play. He was the future olo’eyktan and he would one day mate a woman fit to be tsahìk. That would not be you. You were a warrior, like he was. Neteyam would never be yours and it was stupid to risk your heart for a chance at knowing him like this.

But you were always foolish when it came to him…

“No, you can stay.” You mumbled meekly, “If you want to, that is.”

A tight twinge scorched across your left shoulder muscle then and you gasped, straightening your arm to stretch out the cramp that had seized hold of you. You hissed in pain, grimacing in discomfort.

The water sloshed and lapped as Neteyam rushed to you. He took hold of your cramping arm, crossing it over your front, “Here, stretch across like that and hold it. The cramp should ease soon.”

“Ow, ow!” You whined, stretching your arm across as hard as you could to relieve the cramping muscle. You felt Neteyam’s firm fingers begin to press and push at the knot and relief thankfully found you as the muscle relaxed again. You groaned with a sigh, “Ugh that one hurt like a bitch.”

“You’re very tense across your shoulders. Are you really sore?”

“Yes, that’s why Lo’ak suggested I bathe here in the hot spring.”

Neteyam grinned to himself behind your back, continuing to rub and work at your shoulder muscles. He really owed Lo’ak one now… His brother was an excellent wingman… The fact that you were sore had probably been a nice coincidence in Lo’ak’s plan. His brother would have led you to the spring anyway knowing he was already in there.

“I’m sorry if I upset you with my teasing. I wasn’t doing it to be mean.” Neteyam muttered at your back. “If it’s any consolation I’m possessive of you too. I don’t like sharing you, not even with my brother.”

His words made your heart skip a beat and you curled your tail around his lower leg underwater, “I know.”

You knew he wasn’t fond of sharing. You’d seen it in the way he interacted with you and his brother during your play nights at the shack, but hearing him admit it was satisfying.

Encouraged, Neteyam stepped forward to press himself against your back, his hands still massaging at your shoulders. Your skin was silky smooth and slick under his fingers and your bottom was plush against the front of his hips. His cock twitched in interest and he felt desirous heat pool in his groin. Tucking his chin to nuzzle lightly at the crook of your neck, he drew in the sweetness of your scent which had mixed with the spiciness of the bath oil. You smelled like a delicious treat he’d been hankering after…

Growing more and more relaxed from the wonderful shoulder massage Neteyam was giving you, you let your arms drop and float to your sides in the water, uncaring that it exposed your breasts to him. The little sniffs and puffs of his breath as he scented you were ticklish against the skin of your neck and you grinned silently, fighting the urge to shiver. Reaching back a little, you let your hands ghost over the outsides of his thighs, your fingertips dancing against the firm muscle beneath smooth skin. A deep and rumbling purr was Neteyam’s response of delight.

You’d played with Neteyam before, but it was different like this alone in the hot spring and without Lo’ak as a second playmate. Your current ambience was far more intimate. It felt less like physical play and more like a deep, emotive bonding session with a significant other. Your conscience sounded the alarm bells and your heart bolstered its defences.

You could play with him, but under no circumstances could you fall for him…

Clearing your throat lightly, you turned your head a bit so you could look him in the eye to thank him, “Mm, thanks for that. It’s helped. Do you want me to give you a rub too?”

Neteyam wrinkled his nose at you and the action was both endearing and charming. The press and rub of his fingers against your shoulders didn’t stop though. He bit his lower lip and grinned cheekily at you, “Not a shoulder rub, no.”

The innuendo was clear and you rolled your eyes at him with a small snort. He laughed and the sound was soothing and warm. Damn him and his stupidly handsome face… Which you then realised was beginning to lean down ever so slowly towards yours.

The long lashes that framed Neteyam’s eyes fluttered enchantingly as his gaze shifted between your eyes and your lips, “Can I kiss you, paskalin?”

You could never deny him… not when he always sought your permission so sweetly…

Your body was one step ahead of your brain and you craned your neck back to press your lips to his. The fire of your desire ignited, his kiss like fuel to the flames that consumed you and scorched you from head to toe. A throbbing ache struck up a rhythm at the apex of your thighs, your body instantly yearning to be touched and stroked, surrounded by and filled to the brim with him.

Neteyam groaned against your lips, his head twisting and his mouth opening to allow your tongues to waltz. Your hands snaked farther backward to clutch at his buttocks, pulling his hips and the evidence of his arousal flush against your lower back and bottom. He took a breath and hissed at the contact.

The heat of the water against the lower half of your body was a delightful contrast to the cool air against your upper half. You arched your back against Neteyam, pushing your breasts outward, nipples stiffening to peaks as the wafting steam caressed its way past them on its ascent to the sky.

Neteyam’s lips left yours and proceeded to score a heated path down the side of your neck with lapping kisses. Eyes heavy-lidded through your soaring lust, his name was a breathless sigh on your lips, “Neteyam.”

He gave a low growl at the sound of his name, and his massaging hands moved from kneading your shoulders to trail downward over your collarbone, drifting lower until his calloused palms met your hardened nipples. His voice was rough, “I can’t get enough of you. Every evening at the shack just makes me want you more. Do you know how hard it is to have you as my second-in-command when all I want to do during the day is pin you down and have my way with you?”

Your core pulsed and thrilled at his coarse words. You could feel the tingling of your folds, knew that your body was readying itself with warm, slippery wetness to be penetrated to the hilt.

A smart retort surfaced in your mind and you shot him a brazen grin, “I’m sorry, sir.”

The smile that slowly spread across Neteyam’s face at your comment was positively wicked. It was practically a leer. “Obedience and good manners will get you a long way with me, warrior.”

Slick from the bath oil, you leant back against him while he fondled your breasts, his lips nibbling at the soft point of one ear. You’d never realised how sensitive your ears were, but they were definitely an erogenous zone for you. Every nip and kiss to the skin there made your legs weak and your pussy throb. You could feel the solid length and weight of his erection pressing insistently into your lower back like an unspoken invitation to you of the bodily ecstasy it could bring you.

Neteyam verbalised his invitation, nonetheless, in a rumbling purr, “Play with me tonight. Here. Just you and me.”

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

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

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

You twisted around to face him, throwing your arms around his neck to claim his lips in a desirous kiss. His hands found your upper thighs and he lifted you easily to wrap your legs around his hips, his hands coming to rest against your bottom. He broke the meld of your lips then and he was breathless as he asked, “Is that a yes? I want to hear you say it.”

This new position in his arms found your face elevated over his. Framing his face with your hands, you peered down into the captivating depths of his eyes and panted back at him, “Yes.”

“Yes, who?” Neteyam’s eyes glinted naughtily and you understood the implication. He wanted to continue playing his game of rank with you…

“Yes, sir.”

The warm water rushed around you then in a surge as Neteyam hoisted you higher in his arms and walked you backwards until your back met the tall rocks behind you, pinning you against it. The rock was warm against your back and while its surface was not jagged, it was still coarse enough to be abrade your skin if you moved too roughly against it.

Neteyam nuzzled at the soft mound of one breast, and you emitted a startled gasp when he sealed his mouth over it, drawing your nipple into his hot mouth with a tormenting suck that made you keen in pleasure. He followed this with flicks of his tongue against the stiff bud of it, and your head lolled backward to land with a mildly painful thud against the rock.

Playing with your body was both pain and pleasure for Neteyam. He relished giving you pleasure and revelled in the way your body writhed and reacted. Your whimpers and moans were music to his ears, but all of this never failed to send his arousal soaring to a fevered pitch, which was where the pain came in. His cock was achingly hard, flexing and throbbing with the desperate need to be buried snugly inside you. His balls felt heavy and swollen, full of seed that his body yearned to gift to you.

With your legs clamped tight around his hips still, and leaving one hand and forearm under your bottom to help keep you propped up, he shifted his other hand towards your core. His knuckles brushed your slick centre and Neteyam groaned against the pillowy flesh of your breasts. You were so slippery soft and ready for him already… but he wanted to tease you more…

Running his knuckles over your pussy, he extended his fingers and gently breached you with two of them, earning him another cry from you. He knew what you liked and he curled his fingers just so, finding the spongey spot on your inner walls that he knew would drive you wild, as he pumped them in and out.

It was an incredible combination of sensation whenever he suckled on your breasts and played with your core. You were already beginning to see stars behind the tight clench of your closed eyelids.

Losing yourself in the building waves of pleasure, you moaned his name harshly with a curse, “Oh fuck, Neteyam.”

His mouth left your breast with succulent pop, “Is that the way to address your commanding officer?” He curled his fingers aggressively inside you, winding the coil of pressure in your pelvis even tighter.

Your apology was a whimper, “No, sorry sir.”

“I’m going to take care of you tonight, but only if you follow my lead. Is that clear?” Neteyam instructed, his speech adopting the formal tone he used with the platoon during the daytimes. He gave a deliberate twist of his fingers and your breath hitched.

“Mm, y-yes sir.”

“What’s your safe word if you need to use it, sweet girl?”

“Tsyoklìt.”

Neteyam couldn’t help his chuckle. It was the same safe word you always used after you had first chosen it when him and Lo’ak had started experimenting with some wilder forms of sexual play with you. However, it wasn’t so much your repetitive choice that amused him but the word itself and the backstory behind it.

Tsyoklìt was a Na’vi word phonetically loaned from its English counterpart: Chocolate.

Your reaction to trying the sweet human treat for the first time would forever remain one of Neteyam’s fondest memories.

The two of you had been younger, still adolescents training to pass your rites of passage to become warriors. It had been a very successful day at training and his father had decided to reward the learners with some chocolate. Jake had handed out the unfamiliar treat, which was then observed and examined with cautious sniffs and curious eyes. He and Lo’ak were already familiar with the foodstuff and had eagerly tucked into their share, prompting the others to do the same.

Most of the trainees had reacted with positive surprise, but not you. Your face had twisted into a grimace at the saccharine taste, lips turning into an unpleasant pout as you fought to swallow the sickeningly sweet bite you had taken. Neteyam had tried very hard not to laugh at your aversion and when he’d asked you what was wrong, you’d told him, “It’s way too sweet. It’s too much, far too much.”

So, in a way, your choice of safe word was rather fitting if things got too much.

Neteyam growled against your chest, feeling the contractions of your inner walls around his fingers, “Fuck, you’re irresistible, you know that? So beautiful and your body is perfect, so responsive.”

The stroking thrusts of Neteyam’s fingers in and out of you was pleasurable, but it wasn’t enough. You wriggled lightly, wishing you could somehow rock your hips to bring some friction against your clit, but the firm hold he had under your bottom and the way he had you trapped against the rock made for a rather unforgiving position.

“I need more.” You murmured your words languorously, and water droplets splattered softly against the spring’s surface when you lifted your hands to weave your fingers through Neteyam’s braids. You writhed again, attempting to find more friction, and Neteyam gave a warning snarl when your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling against his scalp.

“Demanding, are we?” He crooned, nipping at the skin of your neck, “Patience. Good things come to those who wait.”

Neteyam’s grip around your bottom eased and he stepped back so he was no longer pressing you against the rocks. You unwound your legs, sliding down his frame to stand again, very aware of the way his erection bounced free of your thighs as you untangled yourself from him. Your hands flew instantly to his swollen length, teasing it with a stroke-and-twist action you’d discovered Neteyam liked. He gave a guttural grunt and one of his hands flew to brace itself against the rocks.

Your smile was cunning and you chuckled low and husky at him, “It seems I’m not the only one who’s impatient, sir.”

Neteyam snickered, “It’s always an exercise in patience with you.” He let your hands relieve some of the pressure for the time being, content to bury his face into the crook of your neck while he moaned and littered your skin with gentle bites.

Great Mother, you loved when he was like this… Muscles flexing and relaxing, hot breaths against you while he shuddered and groaned from the pleasure you were inflicting on him. His cock was gorgeous like the rest of him: lengthy, thick, and beautiful cerulean blue, with a fat head that drizzled pre-cum if you teased him just right, and speckled with tanhì that glowed bright when he was close to the edge.

Pressing your cheek to his temple, you whispered to him, “You’re gorgeous and I want you inside me so badly.”

The twisting and throbbing pleasure in Neteyam’s midsection sparked in warning at your words and his hands flew to halt the motion of yours. Any more stimulation and he was going to lose his control and spill before he was ready to. He stayed your wrists when you tried to tease his cock some more and he flashed you a cautionary glance, “I need to cool off.”

Looping your arms around his neck you pushed off the balls of your feet to wrap your legs about his hips again. You whined, “No, I need you now.” Wriggling your hips, you felt the head of his cock brush your core where you wanted him most, but Neteyam snaked his arms under your bottom to keep you apart.

“No, I want to enjoy playing with you some more first. My mouth is watering to taste you.”

You bleated in frustration, “No, take me now. Please? Please, sir!”

Neteyam gave a throaty chuckle, walking you both towards the mossy bank, “Nice try.”

Reaching the moss-topped embankment, Neteyam lifted your body and sat you down on it, “Lie back, paskalin.”

He remained in the hot spring, the water pooling about his waist. The edge of the bank sat flush against his sternum and his intention was clear in his eyes as gently pushed against your chest, urging you to lie down. Neteyam had expressed his desire to taste you and you knew that he was going to do just that; torture you with his lips and tongue until you were begging for all of him.

Leaning down with a slight pout at being denied your request to be penetrated, you stole one last kiss from his moist lips before obeying his instruction, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Neteyam purred, watching as you lay down and automatically lifted your legs into the air, bent at the knees, to display yourself to him.

He almost groaned and his cock throbbed eagerly at the erotic vision you made. Dewdrops of water clung to the supple skin of your thighs and though all of you was damp from the hot spring, your pussy glistened with your own slick moisture. The elevation of the bank was perfect for what he was about to do. All he had to do was lean down a little and he’d be able to lick and delve through your slick folds.

Curling one large hand around one of your hips to steady you, he ran his other in a tantalising rub over your lower belly. When the first lap of his tongue stroked over your core, you jumped with a soft wail. He bent to kiss you where you now burned the hottest, his tongue and lips making love to your clit, isolating it and sucking moderately. He took his time tasting you, drinking you in leisurely and languidly. It’d always taken your breath away how skilled Neteyam was with this particular act.

When you don’t want to give the whole of your body to another, you learn to please them in other ways… This was what he’d told you once. Fortunately for you, this was only ever a warm-up. You’d have all of him in the end, you just needed to be patient.

It wasn’t just his lips and tongue that Neteyam employed, he would rub his nose back and forth over you too. And then his fingers would join the endeavour, curling, stroking and stoking your pleasure higher and higher until you felt like you were thin and brittle glass, ready to shatter at any moment.

Your core pulsated with bliss as Neteyam continued his work. His mouth continued its suckling on your clit and two of his fingers gave your pussy the attention it so craved. Your hands were clutching at his braids, your hips rocking against his face as you whimpered and moaned. The atmosphere felt hot. It’d been a little chilly when he’d first lifted you from the warm water, but that was no longer the case. Your body burned for him, the pressure in your lower belly taut and tight, on the brink of orgasm.

“Oh, I’m so close,” Your breaths were heaving, your voice unstable, and you only caught yourself just in time from saying his name instead of his formal address as you pleaded, “N-Nete- Sir, please!”

Neteyam’s approval at your formal address of him rumbled against you. He fought a smirk, keeping his lips and tongue trained on the swollen bud at the apex of your thighs. You were so slick that the action of his fingers was squelching obscenely and he swore his cock was pulsing in time with each clench and throb of your pussy.

Boldly, knowing that he and his brother had experimented with you recently in this form of play, he moved his free hand from your hip to run a slick thumb over your butthole. You startled a little at the feel of it, but he continued to massage his thumb over the puckered flesh. There were no toys present tonight, but he knew you’d enjoyed the use of the butt plugs during the last couple of sessions at the shack. His thumb would have to do tonight.

You gave a muffled yelp at the addition of Neteyam’s thumb in your butt. It was a third point of pleasure on top of what he was already doing, and it only served to intensify the rhythmic clenching of your pelvic muscles. You could feel that you were flushed from head to toe. Your thighs were trembling where they hung suspended and splayed wide in the air, and your nipples were erect, kissing the night air. But Great Mother, the paradise that you were experiencing between your thighs was staggering. You lifted your head and tipped your chin forward to look down at Neteyam, only to find his golden eyes trained right back at you as he drove your body to its limit.

There was no holding on anymore at that point. The intensity of the lust in his eyes tipped you over the precipice you’d been teetering on. Your fist flew to your mouth, stifling your shriek of ecstasy as the waves of pleasure crested and crashed over you.

Neteyam was fighting a battle of his own, wrestling with what little remained of his body’s control as he watched and felt your body explode with pleasure. Your body squeezed around his fingers and he had a fleeting moment of panic when he felt his glutes tighten and his cock tense up, ready to spurt. Removing himself from you, he held on with everything he had through a clenched jaw.

Spent, you lowered your legs and let your shins hang off the embankment’s edge. You watched through bleary eyes as Neteyam rinsed lightly, before he hauled himself out of the water and onto the bank with a splash. He scooted backwards to join you and he stretched out alongside your form, one of his hands immediately moving to cup your cheek so he could tilt your head to kiss you.

“You did so well, sweet girl. Not that you’ve ever disappointed before.” He smoothed a palm over your head, patting down the stray fly-aways of hair from your forehead.

“Thank you,” You mumbled, and when his forehead crinkled in question, awaiting something, you rolled your eyes and added, “Sir.”

Neteyam rolled onto his side towards you, his big body sheltering you as he moved to twine one of his legs between yours, “I nearly lost my control back there.” He spoke against your lips between deep kisses, his breath hot and sweet against your mouth, “My every waking thought is tainted with you. My nightly dreams are wild with you. You drive me insane, Neyomi.”

You swallowed his every kiss, every declaration he made adding to the blooming warmth you had tried so hard for weeks to stifle in your heart. You wanted him alone like this every night. You wanted him to yourself, whenever and wherever you wished. You were drowning wholly and unreservedly in him. You were in way over your head with your emotions now and you knew it.

Clutching at one of his buttocks, you shifted beneath him and urged the rest of his heavy weight to settle over you and in the cradle of your hips, “Then take me now, sir. Have me how you want.”

Chuckling darkly, Neteyam briefly rose to sit on his haunches with his knees folded. He tucked your bottom closer to the vee of his thighs and placed his hands behind your knees, “You’ve been so good playing our little game today, addressing me formally. But I’m going to make you scream one more time tonight.” He pressed his weight downward, folding your legs back until your ankles were almost in line with your ears. He settled himself over you, bracing his weight on his elbows and he purred against your cheek, “And when you scream, paskalin, I want to hear my name on your lips. Am I clear?”

It was an erotic promise delivered with all the confidence of a man who knew he would succeed in his task, and as you lay sprawled and folded over beneath him, all you could do was submit to the coming onslaught of pleasure, “Yes, sir.���

Blood pounded in your ears in anticipation as you felt Neteyam position his cock at your entrance, the blunt head of it probing for the right angle to sink into your depths. With a slight adjustment to the tilt of your hips, he found home and he penetrated you in one full thrust. You threw your head back with a strangled cry at the gratifying fullness of him. The position you were in allowed for the deepest penetration possible and you felt all of him like this.

“You alright?” Neteyam queried, checking in with you though his own voice sounded strained.

You nodded, and it was all the permission he needed.

Drawing his hips back, Neteyam slammed back into you, setting a punishing pace as he thrusted. Every single stroke of his hips drove the head of his cock past your g-spot and it slid all the way in to hit your cervix. The sensation was a mixture of both pain and pleasure in the most carnally satisfying way. There was so much of him, your pussy enveloping his hard length from root to tip repeatedly as his thrusts continued to wind the coil of pressure tighter between your hips. His breathing was harsh by your ear and the sounds leaving him were an erotic mixture of growls, grunts, moans and whimpers.

Neteyam was unaware of anything else around him currently, singularly focused on you and spellbound by the immense pleasure radiating throughout his midsection. Your own cries and mewls spurred him on and when he felt you snake a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit, he knew you were fast approaching your climax, and so was he.

Your inner walls fluttered around his cock and he let his head drop against your neck. Through the haze of your bliss you heard him grate out one last order, “Squirt for me, sweet girl. I know you can. I can feel how you need to.”

And you knew you would. There was little doubt about it as the familiar feeling of needing to release something burned behind your pubic bone. You almost always did now whenever Neteyam fucked you. There was just something about him; whether it was the way your bodies came together, the shape and size of his cock, the way he thrusted, or the way he would often whisper filthy things in to your ear, you always had very wet orgasms with him.

No other man had ever made your body feel the way he did. Not even Lo’ak had succeeded in making you squirt (much to his chagrin). It seemed your body reserved that rightly solely for Neteyam.

Your orgasm threatened, looming on the horizon while you massaged your clit faster. It was all pleasure; burning, aching, throbbing pleasure and you whined, straining to reach the burst of release that was so mind-blowing it sometimes felt like you’d blacked out for several moments.

“That’s it.” Neteyam encouraged, still maintaining the gruelling rhythm of his thrusts, “What’s my name?”

“N-Neteyam.” Your voice was a stuttered sob.

“Good girl. Let go, paskalin. Scream for me.”

With several heaving intakes of breath, you felt your orgasm crash through you, your pussy contracting rhythmically while several sprays of squirt spattered between your colliding bodies. His name tore from your throat in a carnal scream that you threw to the night sky above you, “NETEYAM!”

Neteyam’s entire frame strained and then tensed, and a grating growl left him as his own climax followed. His cock pulsed hard as he ejaculated, his hips pressed so tightly to yours it was as if he wanted to become one with your body and never part from you again. He slumped onto his side, breathless and panting rapidly while his body fought to find its equilibrium again after its euphoria. Yours was doing the same while you rested flat on your back with limp legs.

Usually, the afterglow after you’d played with Neteyam and Lo’ak was peaceful and pleasant, the three of you just cuddling and talking before cleaning up. However, tonight you felt uneasy in the face of your waning pleasure and you were very aware of Lo’ak’s absence. Neteyam was sprawled lethargically to your left, one of his legs tangled with yours while one of his arms was thrown over your abdomen.

It was a confronting sight and situation, being alone post-sex with Neteyam with nothing or no one else there to distract your mind from spiralling into the mess of your emotions. Your body still hummed with the remnants of your climax, but your heart seized in your chest with the realisation Neteyam had ruined you for anyone else now. You were quite certain that your body, mind and soul would never yearn for any other like it did for this man.

“Hey, you.” Neteyam’s voice crooned softly, and you returned your attention to him. His eyes were heavy with his somnolence and his expression was soft, contented. He stroked a finger over your cheek and trailed it over your lips. You instinctively puckered your lips in a gentle kiss.

“Hey,” You parroted, suddenly lost for words and not knowing what else to say.

He leaned over towards you and gathered you in his arms so you were flush against his chest. He stroked a warm hand over your hair before he began to lay tender kisses on your face; your cheek, your nose, both your eyes and then your forehead. It was both wonderfully and terrifyingly intimate.

You were in far too deep. You’d taken a risk; a beautiful and indulgent risk, and it was abundantly clear to you now how unwise it had been. Neteyam was out of your reach as a potential mate. You could never be truly his. It wasn’t your place.

His hand continued its path of caresses over your face, and you felt him rub his cheek against your head. The occasional brush of his lips along your hairline or along the delicate shell of your ear followed while he murmured sweet nothings to you; about how beautiful you were; how good you had been with him; how good you felt in his arms…

This dreamy intimacy had to stop. There was a line between body play and love, and you didn’t know where it was anymore. This was too much, too sweet…

One word slipped from your lips, painful in the implication of its meaning, “Tsyoklìt.”

Neteyam stilled at the mention of your safe word. He pulled back a little to regard you with a furrowed brow. Your playtime session had ended, so your utterance of the word was unexpected.

Meeting your gaze, he found your eyes wide with uncertainty and several emotions flashed across his handsome face as his mind processed your reaction: Mild confusion, slight amusement, surprise, and then sudden comprehension. A mumbled apology tumbled from his lips. He pushed up on an elbow to sit up, shuffling away to put some space between you at the realisation that he’d made you uncomfortable with his tender show of affection.

You felt a sharp pinprick in your chest as he moved away from you. It was the last thing you wanted… but you had to work smart now… You couldn’t dig yourself a hole any bigger than the one you were already in or you’d never make it out…

The atmosphere was suddenly taut with uncomfortable tension. It felt like something between the both of you had shifted; like the world was now somehow wrong and sitting off its intended axis. You swallowed the burgeoning lump in your throat and stared wordlessly at the man before you.

Neteyam’s expression was neutral, but you knew he’d schooled it that way intentionally. But he hadn’t done it quickly enough for you to miss the hurt that had flickered in his eyes for a brief moment.

Eywa, what had you done?... What had you both done?... You were so thoroughly fucked in this mess now…

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Author's Note:Thank you all so much for reading. Thank you for all your support! It means the absolute world to me to hear from you. Comments, likes & reblogs are always so appreciated. 💕

I do have a Part 4 planned, and we will see another Sully bro threesome in it, plus more emotional drama between NeteyamxReader (Neyomi).

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Part IV - Haunted by You now HERE

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[junggunz]

♡⸝⸝ nsfw alphabet: joker

cw: fembodied reader. typical thirsty rambles. an: thinking about his big ole dick got me giggling and kicking my feet fr.

joker's overall vibe while doing the deed: tap out by daniel di angelo // her way by partynextdoor.

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

So cuddly and affectionate because unlike some people, he isn’t out there slanging dick around all willy nilly. Joker wants to take care of you after breaking your back so expect to be treated like royalty by him. 

B - Body Part (their favorite body part on themselves and their favorite body part on their partner)

Joker is another one who gives me very humble energy. Overall, he’s satisfied with himself but he wouldn’t feel comfortable choosing a favorite body part on himself.  

This isn’t a specific body part but Joker would really like it if his partner felt physically soft. Whether that be having soft skin or having some extra meat on your bones that make you squishy, I think it would tie into him really liking to cuddle with you. He just likes someone who feels good to hold in his arms. 

C - Cum (anything related to 💦💦💦)

Joker is a healthy, fertile man. Bro is cumming buckets. I JUST FEEL IT IN MY BONES. I think he would be a little shy about making you swallow because he would worry about cumming too much or you not liking the taste. After you swallow, he’s definitely not afraid to kiss you. 

D - Dirty Secret 

Joker is the total opposite of Wooin in a lot of ways. One of them being how reserved he is. He definitely harbors a good amount of secrets regarding sex and he is not going to speak about them so easily. Even if the two of you get to a point in your relationship where trusting you comes as easily as breathing, I feel like he would still be hesitant about telling you his fantasies. 

THAT BEING SAID, one of the dirty secrets that Joker is so tight lipped about is that he wants to roleplay with you. Specifically with you dressing up as a sexy nurse then tending to his injuries after a fight and of course, fucking after. He thinks about it every time you bandage him up. 

E - Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Joker doesn’t strike me as the type to have a lot of hands-on experience. He might have some experience from a past relationship or two but even that might be a stretch. 

Like most webtoon daddies, even if he doesn’t give off the impression he has a lot of experience, you can best believe that he’s gonna be naturally gifted in the bedroom. 

F - Favorite Position

Any variant of missionary tbh. The eagle specifically might be his all time favorite. 

G - Goofy (are they more serious or playful in the moment?)

Joker doesn’t try to be serious, it’s just…how he is. Even outside of the bedroom, you’re not gonna see him behaving in a super playful manner and even his jokes are more like deadpan humor. During sex, he gets super focused on making you feel good.

H - Hair (how well groomed they are)

Joker isn’t giving me the vibe that he has a jungle but I also can’t imagine him taking manscaping super seriously. It’s more like…he’ll trim it for the sake of being hygienic whenever it’s getting unruly. 

I - Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

Wooin isn’t romantic because Joker has been secretly hogging all of the romance HAHAHA. But nah fr, this man is very romantic. For him, sex isn’t just about pleasure and getting each other off, it’s also a display of his affection toward you since he isn’t really the type to verbally express how he feels. 

J - Jack Off (how frequently do they masturbate?)

This man is basically a single dad trying to take care of his younger brothers and puppy. There’s no time to masturbate. I feel like even when he does wake up with morning wood, he just waits for it to go away. The only instance I can imagine him masturbating is when you’re dating him and he can’t physically be with you in that moment so he’ll either jerk off thinking about you or call you to help.

K - Kink

Joker doesn’t strike me as the type to be super kinky but he’s not totally vanilla either. There are a few specific ‘types’ of sex I can imagine him liking a lot. For example, comfort sex. Morning sex. Needy, clingy sex.

As for his kinks…

Marking/biting: Whether it be you leaving marks on him or the other way around, he’ll proudly wear your love bites or scratches on his back. 

Creampies/breeding: Joker is very aware of the responsibility that comes with raising children but like…he still wants to bust inside you and mark his territory. Sometimes just the idea of cumming inside you is enough to get him riled up. 

Forced orgasms: idk I just feel like this man would thrive off of giving you back to back orgasms. Like…I think this kink would be the one of the few instances where you can get him to dirty talk to you and literally talk you through your orgasm. 

Joker gives off so many daddy vibes but like whether or not he has a daddy kink is up in the air rn.

L - Location (favorite places to do the deed)

Anywhere where he can have complete privacy and the ability to focus solely on you. It’s more than likely that he lives with his younger brothers, right? Sooo the two of you probably aren’t gonna have any sexy time at his place. It’s either gonna be at your place or at one of those love hotels. 

M - Motivation (what turns them on and gets them going)

Joker seems like the type to be ticklish or have a lot of sensitive spots that if you touch enough, he’ll end up getting turned on. Like most, knowing how much you want him is gonna make him excited as well. He’s definitely giving the vibe where cuddling together and you being extra handsy with him is going to be the most common scenario that leads to sex.

Also, you wearing his clothes really gets him going. 

N - NO (what turns them off or something they’re strongly against)

Initially, if you have any sadomasochistic interests, he’s gonna be reluctant to act them out with you. With time, that’s something he can come around to. However, Joker is a firm no on anything too hardcore.

O - Oral (preference for giving or receiving, skill level)

When this man eats, HE EATS. type to suck the coochie right off the bone. Eat it til your legs are shaking and you’re trying to push him away from how sensitive you are. THERE WILL BE NO PUSSY TO SAVE FOR LATER BECAUSE HE DEVOURED IT ALL.

Anywho, Joker is a generous lover. Even if he wasn’t super skilled to start with, he would be a quick learner.

P - Pace

We love a man who can give us some variety. He wants to start off slow so he doesn’t break you with that big ole dick but the moment you start begging for more, you’re gonna wake up a beast. 

Q - Quickie (opinions on them/how often)

Joker isn’t the biggest fan of quickies, but he’ll settle for them if that’s all he has time for with you.

R - Risk (do they like to experiment or take risks?)

Depending on what you’re into and wanna try, Joker is more than willing to follow along if it’ll make you happy. In general, he’s pretty satisfied with vanilla sex.

S - Stamina (how long do they last? How many rounds would they like to go for?)

JOKER ISN’T STOPPING UNTIL YOU TAP OUT. AND EVEN THEN, HE MIGHT NOT QUIT. but on some real shit, I don’t think Joker would feel like sex is finished until he’s sure you’re thoroughly satisfied. And after you’re pleased, he’s gonna keep going until he feels like he’s had enough. 

T - Toy (how do they feel about using them?)

Joker is neutral toward toys. He probably gets a little confused by some and would want you to ‘demonstrate’ how to use them.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Joker isn’t a total menace but he isn’t gonna tease super often. I think he would be pretty balanced.

V - Volume (how loud they are and what sounds do they make?)

Joker is another man who gives me ‘yall be afraid to moan? I be in my girl's ear like...’ Besides the pretty standard noises, every now and then when he’s stupid horny he would indulge in some dirty talk.

W - Wild Card

Lowkey…Joker would probably send you some top tier videos/pictures if you asked him. Like, he’s not gonna send you mediocre dick pics with his weiner just standing there like 🧍He sends really nice, erotic selfies. Then the videos…moaning with the sound on. Smacking the camera with the tip. He just knows exactly what to deliver.

X - X-Ray (what’s in those pants?)

Mans is like 201cm/6’6” tall. Joker got a whole ass tree trunk in his pants. If he slaps you with his dick you’re gonna get a concussion. 

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Joker has a relatively low sex drive. While dating you, it might spike a little more but I think his mind is usually more focused toward his other priorities. 

Z ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 -  (how quickly they fall asleep after.)     

Joker would probably only go to sleep if you did too. And when he does fall asleep after sex, he sleeps like a baby. 

bonus! 

Which feeling is a greater ache? 

Craving Joker’s touch so immensely, it physically pains you on top of causing you mental and emotional distress? Or is it the throb of his cock stretching you beyond your limits when he finally slips inside you? 

He’s so hot, hard and throbbing as he fills your little hole. His breath hitches as he watches his cock sink into your sopping pussy. The view is so good for both of you, amazing even, and it has you moaning in unison. It floods you with warmth and makes you giddy on the inside when he’s balls deep in you. Your thighs shake like leaves and your toes have already gone numb, but despite that, it’s safe to say that wanting him is more agonizing than this feeling. But god, does the feeling of his tip bumping against your cervix when he’s fully sheathed within your walls make you wanna cry out. It’s pain flavored pleasure that makes you want to both scream with elation and whimper from the intensity.

“Shh, shh…just relax.” Joker soothes you, his large hands gripping your hips and lifting them up before pulling your body closer to his. 

Trying to calm you down while tethering on the brink of insanity was surely one of the most difficult things Joker has done. However, he really needed you to ease up on him. Gripping him tight like that had him feeling like he was going to burst. 

Bodies perfectly slotted together, moving as one now that you had relaxed; the intoxicating feeling of Joker filling you finally getting to your head. Drunk off the ecstasy flowing between the both of you, Joker pulls his cock all the way out as a means of fighting off the overwhelming desire to brutally fuck your cervix. Eyes drifting down to the tip of his shaft pressing against your entrance before pushing back into you, you can’t ignore the thick, glossy shine of your arousal covering him. Slick with your juices, it’s easy for him to slip back inside then start off at a mild pace. Not too fast or too slow, but each thrust is deep and hard; the maddening sensation of his thick cock hitting all the right places getting you ridiculously close to your finish in such a short time. 

“Feels so good in you, baby.” Joker grunts out between sharp snaps of his hips, a shaky groan falling past his lips when he feels you squeeze around him at the sound of his words. 

Hands slipping from your hips and settling on your thighs, Joker pushes your legs back to venture further into the depths of your heat; your pleads for more fuelling him to give you everything he’s got. 

“A-ah, it’s so fucking deep!” You whine out, but your hips are canting up towards him and your legs are spread apart; ankles resting on his shoulders. 

“You can take it, you always do.” He murmurs in a gruff voice, movements unfaltering as he feels your walls sucking him in, somehow managing to get even wetter. 

Splitting your pulsing heat open, Joker buries himself deep; bullying into your cervix until your eyes are rolling back. Where your bodies meet, it’s a nasty mess thanks to your pussy drooling all over him but the night was only beginning. Your first orgasm wasn’t enough to satiate Joker; he was ready to coax more from your soft and pliant body. 

#windbreaker x reader #windbreaker smut #windbreaker headcanons #windbreaker scenarios #windbreaker joker #joker x reader #joker smut #joker scenarios

[sky-is-the-limit]

Smut writers feel free to write this! (Feminine pronouns used but feel free to change it!) (+18/MDNI)

FYI: I'm not a writer nor good at this! Just thirsty:)

I had a filthy thought of being railed by Price in the common area outside the bathrooms and Gaz accidentally walks in 👀 (gifs below inspired me).

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You were being bratty/needy as fuck even though you knew it was a hectic day, especially for him. At first you felt a little hurt that he brushed you off the first time when you started kissing his neck while he was signing some paperwork for the next mission. "Not now, doll. Can't you see I'm busy?" He murmured the last words almost as a whisper so you know that it's the work that's annoying him and not you.

"Come on, Captain, can't you take a little break for your girl?" You purred in his ear, hands slowly trailing down his chest over the tight military shirt he knows drives you crazy when he wears it (he was about to throw it away because it was too tight on him until he saw you practically drooling and being the lil shit he is, he started wearing it more often)

"Don't you have anything more productive to do, private, than bother your Captain?" Oh now it's on. His tone was serious as if he was scolding a child, making you stand up straight, rolling your eyes at his typical way of treating you when you're 'overstepping'.

"You weren't complaining this morning about my productivity, Captain." You reply to his dismissive comment, full of sarcasm, crossing your arms over your chest as you make your way in front of his desk. "In fact, you were quite content with my mouth on your c-" a knock on the door makes you take 3 steps back, a playful smirk on your face as you watch Price take a deep breath trying to process both your boldness and someone almost walking in on you, talking about your forbidden affair with him.

"Uh, is this a bad time?" Kyle awkwardly says, holding the door open not daring to walk inside, obviously uncomfortable from the staring contest you and Price share, neither backing down.

"No, Sergeant, private Y/L/N was just leaving." Price mumbles with a raised eyebrow, only turning his gaze towards the door for a second then back at you, indicating that you have to leave before he actually gets mad.

On your way out, you briefly touch Kyle's arm, give him a small smile before exiting Price's office. You know John is a confident man. In his skills, his work, the way he carries himself with authority in every room he steps in. The only thing that makes him feel uneasy is when younger men try to steal your attention. Not because he doesn't trust you, he knows that the second he asks for you to get on your knees, you comply better than any soldier he ever had to command to follow an order and he always praises you for it.

"Look at my eager girl, so desperate to please her Captain huh?"

"Eyes up when you take me in, I want to stare into those pretty eyes, soldier."

"You can't be disrespectful with your mouth full, now can you?"

The insecurity that you could fall for a younger, charming man always creeps in his mind yet he pushes the thought away, cursing himself at the possibility he might have stronger feelings for you than just the physical pleasure you two share almost every night.

/

10:30pm. You've been staring at the clock on the wall an hour now, waiting for the right time to come. You know Price always goes into the showers at this exact time, every single night before he goes to sleep as the showers are always empty. Exhausted soldiers and staff always in bed by then, leaving the luxury of a quiet, warm shower to himself.

You step into the common area timidly, checking if anyone's around but as expected, you find it empty and cold like it always is this late at night. No sound but the water running inside the nearest shower and the fast beating of your anxious heart as you slowly strip naked. It scares you how bad you want him, how he's your first thought in the morning and the last before you fall asleep. How you, a strong, independent and confident woman can feel so fragile, so desperate to please his every desire, how the second he asks you to go to his room, you waste no time, trailing behind him like a lost puppy. It's pathetic really, but for him? You'd do far worse.

With nothing but a towel wrapped around your naked body, you slowly push the curtain of the shower back, taking in the full sight in front of you. Yeah, you'd do anything for him and he knows it. He doesn't even flinch or turn around, he knows it's you. It's always you. You can see the smirk playing on his lips before he speaks with that husky, deep voice that makes your knees go weak, every fucking time.

"I don't fuck you one day and you come running to me, hm?" Price turns around slowly, eyeing you up and down before his fingers touch the top of the towel, softly caressing your skin. "Desperation looks so fucking good on you sweetheart" He leans closer to whisper in your ear before his fingers make the towel drop on the wet floor, the cold air sending a shiver down your spine as he pushes you gently out of the shower, to the nearest wall.

"I left my girl all needy and now I have to make up for it, don't I?" He whispers on your neck as his lips leave wet, sloppy kisses on your burning skin. Before you can lean back onto the wall to enjoy his attention, he places his hand on your back and with a swift move, pushes you in the common area. The look of surprise on your face as you turn to look at him must be the best entertainment he has had the last couple of days.

"What if someone walks in? Can't we go back into the shower?" You grab the nearest towel but before you can wrap it around yourself, he backs you up against the cold table in the middle of the room, both his hands placed on each side of you so you can't move.

"You wanted to sneak up on me and couldn't wait until I finished my shower." You open your mouth to answer with a pathetic excuse you know damn well wouldn't work on him but his hands cut you off before you even try, lifting you up from your thighs onto the cold steeled table. "You know it is the only time I get to have some peace and quiet but you being the greedy little slut that you are, couldn't wait a few more minutes huh?" He raises his voice, tone changed into the one he always uses when you're being a brat and fuck, you wouldn't want it any other way. The smirk forming on your lips and the intentional roll of your eyes must have pressed a button as he pushes your shoulders down so now you're laying on the table, feeling his hands trail down from your waist to your thighs, pushing them open.

"Now you're gonna get fucked like you want so bad, out in the open. If you behaved nicely, you'd be laying down on a soft bed but you decided to be a brat tonight" His grip tightens around your thighs, certain to leave bruises, as he lowers himself so his head is inches away from your soaked entrance, his eyes piercing yours, not breaking eye contact like his life depends on it.

"And you're gonna get treated like one." With one quick move he puts both of your legs on his shoulders, dragging you across the table, the cold metal and unexpected action letting a loud moan leave your mouth before you cover it with your palm in an attempt to stay quiet, unsuccessfully so.

"What the-" Oh fuck. You freeze in your tracks as a second voice comes from behind the lockers, making you jump up immediately. Your terrified gaze slowly meets Kyle's equally frightened eyes as his mouth hangs open to the sight in front of him, frozen in place with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You knew it was risky, just because the showers were always empty around that time, didn't mean that an exception was out of the question. It just happened to be tonight.

"I'm just gonna- fuck, I- bye" Gaz mumbles quickly, the confusion of this unfortunate, awkward encounter visibly written on his face but before he can walk out, so you can die comfortably in shame, the next sentence makes your blood run cold.

"Not so fast, Sergeant." Price commands, his expression unbothered if not unsurprising, like he wanted this to happen. He wanted someone to walk in.

"You're gonna sit on that chair and you're gonna watch how brats like her deserve to be treated."

#I'M NOT A WRITER #i just had this thirsty vision and had to post it #someone please write the smut part 🙏 #price #john price #captain john price #captain price #john price smut #captain john price smut #cod #cod x reader #call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle garrick #ghost #ghost smut #könig #könig smut #john soap mactavish #soap #philip graves

[vanserrasswife]

NSFW alphabet for Az please🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️

NSFW alphabet

Azriel x Reader

A=Aftercare

He’s very soft and caring after sex, a stark contrast to him during sex. He asks if you're okay, if you're thirsty, hungry, comfortable. 

He runs you  a bath, washes your hair for you and then dries you off, carries you to bed and  spoons you (or rests your head on his chest and plays with your hair).

B=Body part

He loves his stomach, he loves how toned it is,how it shows all his hard work. He also loves to see you grinding on his stomach.

On you he loves your thighs and your hips, he loves having something to hold onto when he’s pleasuring you. (He also loves seeing your thighs getting thicker when you sit down👀)

C=Cum

He always makes you come at least once (usually two or three times)  before he does. 

He loves coming inside you to feel how tight you squeeze him. He also loves when you come together but you almost always come more  times than he does.

D=Dirty secret

He’s secretly a switch, but he prefers to be more dominant. However when he feels more submissive he loves when you take care of him. He likes when you take charge and give him pleasure as he normally does to you.

E=Experience

He’s pretty experienced. I mean he’s over 500 and if Rhysand and Cassian in the books are anything to go off of, then Azriel definitely knows what he’s doing. He’s tried lots, and lots of different things.

F=Favourite position

He loves the intimacy of missionary, but loves being able to watch your ass in doggy. 

However, he loves when you sit on his face. He loves being trapped between your thighs.

G=Goofy

I think he’s pretty serious during sex, I think he carries it over from his everyday life. For him sex is about being vulnerable and showing devotion to the other. 

He’s also pretty kinky and rough during sex so he likes to know that you’re comfortable and  okay with what’s going on. So I think he’d be pretty serious.

But, he can be a little bit goofy during sex, especially in the morning, he would joke around a bit.

H=Hair

I think he keeps it trimmed but not bare, it’s not wild, it's short and doesn’t come past the base of his cock. 

I=Intimacy

Intimacy is important for Azriel, he likes to show how important you are to him through sex. However sex for Azriel is also a form of release. So intimacy is important to Azriel but not all of the time.

J=Jack off

I don’t think that he did it alot before he met you, I think he has really good self control, so he could ignore it until he was desperate. So I don't think he does it when he gets with you. Other than if he’s punishing you or if you're both doing it.

K=Kink

Wingplay (if that’s what it’s called), he would love it if you touched his wings whilst he’s fucking you. Just run your nails over the wing and watch all the self control leave his body.

Spanking. Azriel’s favourite way of punishing you is spanking, he likes the reminder it leaves, the red marks, the slight pain when you try to sit down the next day. He likes that it doesn’t leave a permanent  mark.

He loves tying you up as well. Seeing you all spread out and ready for him. He likes the trust you place in him to allow him to tie you up.

L=Location

He likes the bedroom as you are both free  to be as loud and as wild as you like. He likes the privacy of it.

However if one of you is too desperate he will pull you off to the side and fuck you. 

He loves to punish you in this way. Pulling you off to the side murmuring about how you just couldn’t wait and telling you to be silent whilst he fucks you the way he wants to. And not letting you come.

M=Motivation

Seeing you in training leathers. If he manages to catch and convince you, best believe you guys are at least an hour late.

He loves seeing you stand up for yourself, what you believe in or standing up for him. He thinks you look really attractive when doing that.

N=No

Nothing that would leave a permanent mark or a serious injury. Nothing that would cause you lots of pain. 

I  also think he wouldn’t be into somno unless he knows that you really trust him and he gets your consent the day/night before multiple times.

O=Oral

I think he prefers giving, he loves seeing you fall apart underneath him. But, he also likes having you on your knees for him. However I think he prefers eating you out. It’s about 70/30 on giving and receiving.

P=Pace

The pace of sex with Azriel changes depending on his mood. If he’s showing you how important you are, how much he loves you he takes it quite slow. But if he’s punishing you or just having rough sex then it is quite fast.

Q=Quickie

I think Azriel doesn’t really have an opinion on quickies, he’s impartial. He likes having a quick relief but he also likes to take his time with you.

R=Risk

I think he will take risks, but nothing that will harm you or him. He’s open to trying pretty much anything as long as everyone involved has consented.

S=Stamina

This man can go for hours, multiple rounds. He can last for ages, I mean he spends all these hours training he’s got to have pretty good stamina. 

T=Toys

I think you and Azriel don’t use toys a lot because you don’t really need them. Azriel’s really confident in his abilities.

 However I think you guys would have a simple vibrator that Azriel would use on you occasionally. He’d tie you up and place it on your clit, or just inside you. He’d use it to  edge you or overstimulate you.

U=Unfair

I think Azriel doesn’t really tease you if he wants you, he makes it obvious. He can withstand your teasing  for a very long time, he has the self-control of a saint. He can easily wait hours upon hours until he snaps.

V=Volume

I think he’s pretty quiet but he does make quite a lot of sounds. He groans and occasionally (especially if you play with his wings) whimpers. He praises you a lot, but will also degrade you in a subtle way( e.g his little whore). But he doesn’t make a lot of noise.

W=Wild card

He loves edging you for ages and then making you come over and over, multiple times in a row. He loves how it makes your legs shake and you  beg him to stop. Especially if he’s punishing you for trying  to distract him all day.

Y=Yearning

He has an insanely high sex drive, this man could fuck for hours before getting tired so best believe he needs you at least twice a day. However he is very good at hiding it, so if he doesn’t think you want to he won’t tell you.

Z=Zzz

He falls asleep quite slowly after sex. He likes to  sit and talk for a while, cuddling before falling asleep. And he always lets you fall asleep first, he never falls asleep before you. 

He quietly tells you about his day whilst you drift off to sleep, before he falls asleep playing with your hair.

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[dayziiducks]

'This ones for you'

m!crush x f!reader

when your only motivation to go to school on Monday is to see your crush's basketball game

warnings : cursing

i sighed as i walked to the washroom with my best friend, (bf/n), on a Monday morning as per usual. Unfortunately for me our school and most school things here are like 5 hours earlier than all schools so.. yippee more sleep deprivation. The only two things that keep me motivated to go to school are my friends, and my crush, (c/n).

Luckily for me we had physical education with his class today so actually had a reason to look forward to all that running. "man i wish that we could just have Mondays off it'd be so much easier.." i said to her groggily as we entered the washroom to change into our PE attire. "hmm if we did the you'd just be complaining about how you can't see (c/n) all day." "i guess that's true.. but i don't talk about him that much..ever since his dumbass went and joined basketball the girls in our cohort flock like crazy at even the slightest mention of his name..i know hot girls don't gatekeep but still." "Don't worry too much about it i'm sure you two will get together at some point it's just a matter of time." she replied playfully in attempts to reassure me. (c/n) and I get along pretty well but we never really established what we were so i'm always wondering what context he means his words in. Every time he says something that could be romantic my brain just says : he does that with all his friends, you're not special. But I digress.

We walked down to the indoor basketball court and gathered with our other classmates. And (c/n). Me being the coward that i am i avoided all eye contact knowing damn well that he'll just go ' What're you staring at.' like i'm staring at you staring at me. i didn't want him to get all cocky that i was staring at him though so i kept my glance on the floor. We then dispersed as our classmates hogged the basketballs and started playing 3 on 3. (bf/n) and I sat down on the stairs and watched as (c/n) laughed and played with the other guys. God he was so pretty. I went on my phone and started scrolling since i was so bored. i guess nothing was gonna happen today after all.

Then, a familiar voice caught my attention. "YO (y/n) ! THIS ONES FOR YOU !" (c/n) yelled as he shot the basketball into the hoop and grinned. his friends made remarks as they pat him on the back. my jaw dropped. my brain was thinking : (c/n), i love you, but OH MY FUCK ARE YOU STUPID THATS SO EMBARRASSING IM GONNA GET BULLIED AND SHOVED INTO LOCKERS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. But in real life i just yelled back "Thanks" and smiled back at him. i could practically hear all the whispers from the people around me as (bf/n) elbowed me and said "ooh looks like that 'matter of time' is gonna happen soon"

As the bell rang and i started packing up to go to geography when (c/n) came up to me and said "yo (y/n) can you help me put bandaids on my fingers ? i got a few cuts from the game." "sure, oh yeah you must be thirsty..here take my water bottle. i didn't open it yet so its fine." i replied as i walked with him to the first aid station. He drank from my water bottle as i held his hands and tended to his cuts. Even his hands were pretty..I couldn't help but feel his gaze on me the whole time which made me feel giddy inside. "Here, all done." i said as i smiled at him. "Thanks (y/n)...if you don't mind maybe you can come with me to the new library that opened up near school ? i remember you telling me how you hated (subj/n) so i thought i could help you out with it." He offered as he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. "of course i really need help in it. And i recall you needing serious help in history. Maybe we can..help eachother?" i asked playfully "sure. we can meet up every Monday if thats okay?" he smiled at me. "fine by me" i said. "alright ! its a date." he said before running off to his next class leaving me to process what i just heard. i freaked out in my head before running off to my geography class to go tell (bf/n). Maybe i am special to him after all.

And maybe..just maybe..I’d start looking forward to Mondays too.

hii i hope you liked that i'll probably post the library date thing the day after tomorrow if you want it :) anyway please feel free to send requests since i'm having writers block rn so.

#crush x reader #crush fluff #crush imagines #fluff

[aajjks]

The Conqueror (XIX)

Synopsis: He had conquered everything, anything but your heart.

Pairings: Yandere!King Jungkook x Commoner!servant Reader ( FT. Cha Eunwoo From ASTRO.)

warnings. YANDERE THEMES, EXTREME YANDERE THEMES, DARK THEMES, obsessive!jungkook, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy possessiveness, mentions of self h-rm, crying, vulnerable!jungkook, plot twists (you aren’t ready for, buckle THE FUCK UP)

note. AFTER WHOLE FIVE MONTHS ITS FINALLY HERE… tysm for being SO patient and kind to me… I LOVE YOU GUYS SO SO MUCH… I’m so in a tc mood now, send me asks, SHARE YOUR FEEDBACK BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER WILL LEAVE YOU SHOCKED!!!! 🫡 istg y’all aren’t ready for this… ENJOY!

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Jungkook was elated, he turned for the nth time on his mattress, you loved him! His eyes were wide open, his heart was threatening to burst out of his chest, you loved him! He breathed deeply into his pillow.

He couldn’t wait for the morning.

Jungkook wanted you to sleep with him in his chamber but he knew it wasn’t the right timing, as much as he wishes he could have you beside him in his bed.

He needed to wait.

He was longing to hold you, to feel your warm body pressed against his chest, so he could play with your H/C hair, Jungkook felt so wide awake, you loved him, that’s why you were crying when he had the dagger pressed on his neck.

Even though you didn’t confess to him yet, but he could see the love in your eyes.

You loved him.

He inhaled a deep breath, pressing his palm on the left side of his chest, his heart was pounding, closing his eyes, the king smiled.

The first time he saw you.

he remembers it faintly, yet it’s engraved in his memory.

The little boy was confused as he held his mothers hand, walking with her in the congested streets. His clothes were rough, his feet aching but his mother was not focused on him.

He stared at the woman with his large brown eyes.

“Mother..” he whined in his small voice. Shaking her hand so she would focus on him.

“Mother!” The child cried out, he wanted to leave, this was not the environment he was used to, the sun was burning hot, the sunshine blinding him.

“What is it, my sweet? We’re almost there.” She cooed, her feet didn’t stop, the child had no choice but to keep walking with his mother.

“I wish to go home.” The child confessed, closing his eyes and crying, “I’m thirsty!” He whined again.

“Jungkookie… my sweetheart… I am aware. But I have some important business to do… I’ll fetch you some water soon!” The mother replied to her ten year old son as she finally stopped at a flower stall, fixing her veil quickly, “be a good boy, will you?” She caressed the crown of his head.

Jungkook grunted under his breath, he was a good boy, he had to listen to his mother.

He was perplexed as to why his mother, the queen of Corea was disguising and stalking this area, particularly this flower shop?

He was regretting for demanding to his mother that he accompany her to wherever she was planning on visiting. He was too attached to his mother after all.

And terrified of his father.

“Mother… what is it?!” He whispered to her. The child was utterly confused. He knew his mother visited the empire in disguise as she liked to escape his father for some hours, he could understand her decision but…. Why this flower shop?

“Excuse me?” His mother called out to a man, he noticed that the pitch of his mother’s voice was low, what was going on?

Jungkook shrugged away his thoughts, he rufused to understand his parents, they were too complicated for him to understand, the boy stared at the flowers, his eyes searching every inch of the wooden shop, he was not amused, it was plain, broken and boring.

Awfully boring.

“Yes, madam? How can I help you.

He was not interested in his mother’s conversation with the man.

As the shopkeeper turned his back to look at his customer, his mother to be exact, a sketch caught his attention.

A girl smiling with her crooked teeth, his eyes were crinkling as she stared directly into his face.

A big toothy smile on her face and a flower crown on her head.

He felt his heart beat loudly, his eyes fixated on the paper, focused on the girl's smile.

The boy was mesmerized at the sight of it.

She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, after his mother that is.

Before Jungkook could take his time to focus on that mysterious girls face, he felt his mothers hand tighten around his hand as she left the shop, dragging her son along.

“M-MOTHER?!” The boy called out, his feet forcing him to walk, his mother looked like she had seen a ghost.

Her eyes looked wild as Jungkook watched her.

“I-It’s him, I-It’s him!”

“Who’s who? Mother?”

She gazed at the young boy for a brief moment, a hush of warm wind hitting them as she spoke.

“The man your father has assigned for my assassination!”

His eyes opened wide, his mouth agape as he sat up abruptly, Jungkook was breathing heavily, his chest shaking as he looked around.

The same nightmare over and over again.

His nightmare wasn’t just a nightmare but it was the flashback to his past.

If only he had believed his mother then,

She would still be alive.

“Y-Y/N!” Jungkook noticed his tears as he cried out your name, the sun was almost out through the dark curtain of his chamber, the king fixed his robe, as he stood up from his bed and left his chambers.

He was so scared. He needed to see you before his nightmare enveloped his sanity completely.

He rushed out to the halls leading to your room, his eyes frantic and glossy, his head was hurting.

He needed you to calm him down.

He needed your warmth.

He needed you.

“Y-Y/N!” The man called out your name as he stormed into your chamber. He was sobbing, he was scared.

“Y-Y/N! S-Save me!” He closed the doors behind him before turning towards your sleeping figure, he watched your body stir, you were waking up, Jungkook climbed into your bed and grabbed your body before you could wake up properly.

“D-Don't leave me… please… save me.. from him..”

#jungkook smut #bts smut #yandere bts #yandere jjk #jjk smut #yandere jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #jungkook ff #bangtan smut #jeongguk smut #jeongguk x reader #yandere x reader #yandere au #jjk fic #yandere kpop #bts yandere #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #bts au #jungkook x you #jungkook x yn

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ≫ Drifter!Bucky Barnes x Drifter!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ≫ 1.9k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ≫ Fluff ჻჻჻ SMUT: Domme!Reader, Sub!Bucky, unprotected piv, car sex ჻჻჻ KINKS: Semi-CMNF (racing suit), praise, degradation, begging

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ≫ I have nothing to say in my own defence.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ≫ Like U by Rosenfeld

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ≫ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 4 — 'C' Week (Car sex) — Masterlist

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A successful meet always left your blood roaring with adrenaline – cooling down wasn’t an option, not unless it was in the lap of your equally fiery and amped up boyfriend, who had just pulled into the garage beside you in his Hellcat. 

The ticks of the engine as you killed the ignition were the sign of a good thrashing, and you sighed happily. Repairs and tune ups could wait for later – you needed to celebrate your win, and there was only one way you could think of. Your bargain and deal that had been made on your knees this morning.

With a loud groan, you opened the door and stepped out of your Skyline, stretching to the ceiling, wincing as your stiff racing suit clung to your skin. The roller door of the garage closed with a racket, dimming the light in the tool haven. 

A door slam, and heavy footsteps behind you were the only warning you had before your back was crushed against Bucky’s chest, his arms tight around your middle as he tucked his face into your neck. 

“I am so fucking proud of you,” he murmured, breath hot against your skin. “My girl proved them all wrong.”

Pride swelled in your chest and added to the rush of adrenaline – you had proven them all wrong. Humming happily, you squeezed his arms. “So did you, babe.” The fabric of your suit crinkled and stuck to your skin as you turned in his arms to kiss him. “Let’s get outta these suits.” 

Bucky nodded, pulling you through the side door and into the house. “Want something to drink– to celebrate?”

“Hell yeah,” you laughed. “Get out the Jacks.” Cupboards opened, and glasses clinked when Bucky pulled a set of shot glasses and a bottle from the drink cabinet. “I’ll be back in just a second.”

“‘Kay,” Bucky called. 

The velcro of your suit came away with a tug, and you grimaced at the feel of air against your clammy skin. “What a day,” you mumbled, pulling free a tank top and pair of shorts from your closet, and threw them on before padding back out into the hallway. 

Then, you froze. 

Bucky, still in the kitchen, had undone his suit so his top half was bare – his undershirt lay on a stool, and his head was tossed back as he skulled down a glass of water. Muscles pulled and tautened as he bustled about, readying your drinks when he finally turned around. 

His chest, bare and muscled beyond belief, shone in the kitchen light as a stray line of water fell from his chin and done his neck. Upon spying you standing stock still in the doorway, Bucky stopped, his eyes widening slightly while a smirk pulled his full lips up. “You alright, baby?”

Something pulled you under and replaced rationale with pure, animalistic lust. You needed him, and you knew exactly how and where. 

“I’m thirsty all of a sudden,” you said, tone coy and batting your lashes. “And I know just how to fix it.”

“Do you now?” Bucky huffed, placing the glass on the counter to cross his arms. It was a move to make his chest and arms bigger, and like hell were you going to refuse the urge to stare. “How?”

Instead of answering, you stalked forward and into his space, never breaking eye contact. He only stared back, his eyes never wavering as they darkened – you knew he loved it when you became like this, demanding and unwavering in what you wanted. 

“Hand,” you demanded, holding your own up so Bucky could grasp it. He only grinned and placed his rough, callused hand in yours – though he yelped in shock when you tugged him back towards the garage door.

“Slow down, swe-”

“No,” you interrupted, throwing the side door to the garage open again and almost running to the shadowed Hellcat that lay in wait. The driver’s door creaked as you pulled it open – the lighting showing the bare interior. 

You turned and caged Bucky against the opening; he was still watching you with simmering hunger and a little bit of apprehension. “What are you- Whoa!” Bucky’s legs sprawled as you shoved him into the driver’s seat, his head ducking automatically so his head wouldn’t hit the pillar. “Baby!”

“Get comfortable,” you ordered. Bucky tucked his legs into the well and shuffled his ass to sit properly in the bucket seat, all while watching you. “I’m going to ride you,” you stated simply, and he chortled.

“I fucking love it when you’re like this, sweetheart,” Bucky growled, grabbing your arm. “C’mere.”

Your thighs brushed against the pants of his suit as you settled, your back brushing against the steering wheel when Bucky pulled you into a kiss, his hands roaming your sides. “Take this off,” you breathed, tugging at your tank top, and Bucky grinned, more than willing to oblige. The fabric flew into the backseat as you fumbled to pull your shorts aside – grateful for the fact that you had picked loose ones. 

“Fuck,” Bucky gasped, surging forward to kiss and suck at the skin of your breasts, the feeling of his tongue making you moan softly. “Shit, hang on.” Bucky pulled back and canted his hips up, undoing the zip a little further to pull down his suit past his hips – all the while, you sucked and nipped at his neck, his breath heavy in your ear. 

“Buck- Babe, need you,” you groaned, pulling away from his neck to wrap your hand around his shaft. He hissed softly and pulled you into a heated kiss full of tongue and teeth while you worked your hand up and down, twisting on his head to hear the whimper in his throat. 

“Please, baby girl,” Bucky softly whined when your hand sped up. “Wanna feel you, sweetheart, need to–”

You shut him up with a harsh kiss while you lined up your cunt, sinking slowly, slowly down until he was seated to the hilt. Both your breaths mingled and fanned over one another’s lips, the feeling of being full only making the roar of adrenaline harder to bear. “Fuck, babe, you feel so good,” you moaned, and Bucky sighed heavily. 

“God fuckin’ dammit,” Bucky grits out through clenched teeth, and you grinned down at him, slowly beginning to circle your hips. “Oh, oh- Fuck–”

“Haven’t even started, baby boy,” you cooed, moving your hand to cup the side of his neck, the other wandering to his hair and pulling to tilt his head back. “Said I was gonna ride you; now you sit there and take it like a good boy.”

“Ye-Yeah, fuck, okay,” Bucky moaned. 

“Must be so sensitive…” Every word you spoke was followed by a squeeze around his cock, and you giggled as his hand gripped the shifter and your hip, a spluttered noise leaving his lips. “So pent up for me, aren’t you?”

Bucky nodded quickly, his hair pulling against your grip. “Please just move, c’mon,” he whined, shifting his hips as you sped up your grind. “Baby, please.”

“So sweet for me–since you asked so nicely,” you purred, tensing your thighs to grip his hips tightly. “You don’t cum until I say. Behave, and hold it.”

“Oh- Fuck!” Bucky cried, his mouth falling slack as you bounced on his cock, the sound of skin slapping filling the cabin as you worked up and down, the pace gradually getting faster and faster as you chased your climax. “You feel too good, baby, please–”

Your hand slapped over his mouth, and you sneered, working your thighs faster as Bucky looked at you through wide, pleading eyes. “I said I would ride more than your clutch, baby boy,” you panted harshly, huffed moans following every word. “And I said you would sit there and fucking take it.”

Hot breath fanned over your palm, the rush of his moans and garbled words hitting every spot just as his cock slid in and out of your cunt, filling you perfectly. “God, your cock is so big, baby boy; feels so good.”

A muffled whine left his lips, and both of his hands gripped your hips, picking your pace up a fraction. “Aww,” you breathed, a sheen of sweat forming on your forehead. “Getting desperate, are you?”

“Mmphf!” Bucky managed, and you chuckled darkly, leaning close so your nose brushed his. Removing your hand, you found his mouth still slack, but his lips were bitten red, slick with spit from his tongue. “Ah! Baby, please, ‘m close!”

“No–don’t you dare,” you barked, and the urge to laugh at his piteous whimper in reply was almost overwhelming. Instead, you brushed your lips over his cheekbone until you reached his ear, whispering softly, “If you make me cum, you can let go, baby–promise.”

“Fuck,” Bucky moaned, and he grit his teeth, the muscles in his jaw standing out in relief. “Fuckin’- Okay, okay,” he continued, and it was all the warning you had when you felt his thigh spread slightly, your knees now pressed against the door and the shifter block. “I’ll make you cum–need to make you feel good.”

“Oh!” You cried, the sudden thrust up taking you entirely by surprise and throwing off your rhythm. “Shit, babe, ohmygod-”

“Such a fuckin’ slut–aren’t you?” Bucky breathed, a sly smirk on his lips as he watched your breasts bounce. “Wanna hear you purr, sweetheart, c’mon.”

You stared down at Bucky, eyes hooded and brow raised, each thrust up punching the air from your lungs in a loud moan. The Hellcat was rocking slightly with the pace of Bucky’s hips, and you gripped his hair tightly. “Gonna make you purr, baby girl, need to hear it.” 

As he spoke, one hand left your hip to trail a line of fire across your stomach, and he stopped where his body met yours, a predatory glint in his eyes. “What are you doing? Oh fuck-”

Your words were cut off with a choked moan, the sudden jolts from his thumb rubbing small, fast circles over your clit forced you to the edge faster than you could have hoped for, and he realised as much. “You’re so close, baby girl, need you to soak my cock–need you to cum for me, please, please- Good girl! Fuck, oh, shit!”

A fast swipe from the pad of his thumb sent you reeling, the pressure cresting and exploding like a bomb through every last nerve, and your body bowed towards him as you moaned to the roof of the Hellcat – the waves of your release pulling you under and drowning you while you shook in his arms. 

You came to, feeling Bucky’s hot breath against your neck as he whimpered and whined, his hips still pistoning in and out at a fevered, faltering pace. “‘M so close for you, baby, please–please lemme cum, need to cum- Fuck, it hurts, need it so bad!”

Shuddering slightly, you latched onto his neck and suckled at the skin, trailing a path up to his ear. “Let go for me, baby boy, be good for me and let go. Give it to me.”

“Oh, fuck!” Bucky shouted, his voice broken and hoarse. Warmth filled your cunt, and you smiled against his neck, shifting and rocking your hips to prolong his release – each roll made him moan loudly, his grip moving to your thighs and squeezing. “Feels s’good, sweetheart.”

“Did so well for me, baby,” you murmured, slumping onto his chest and tucking your forehead into his neck, ignoring the mess of your slick and his cum pooling in the crotch of Bucky’s suit. 

“Need to get you hyped up on whatever that was,” Bucky mused, his voice rumbling in his chest. “You’re an animal when you’re like that–and fuck, it’s so hot.”

The two of you laughed, content to sit there for a moment longer and bask in the afterglow of victory sex.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

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[moodymelanist]

I Guess It's Half Timing (And The Other Half's Luck) Chapter Eight - October

down to the wire but we made it hehe. happy Halloween, everyone! I can’t believe there’s only one chapter left after this and then the epilogue 🥹🥹 see y'all back here same time next month hehe

✷✷✷✷✷ Cassian

After that first night of holding Nesta close, Cassian just… kept sleeping in her room. It wasn’t a routine thing until it was; she had so many nightmares during those initial two weeks of living together that Cassian found himself used to waking up in the middle of the night to go check on her, and eventually it was just easier for him to stay with her all night rather than pretend like he was just really thirsty at two in the morning.

Nesta was sleeping a lot better with him there the entire time, so at least that was something. Cassian was torn between being pleased that she wasn’t even more exhausted than she already was and terrified that she’d tell him she didn’t need him to keep the other side of the bed warm, but even as the nightmares went away, she didn’t ask him to go back to his own room.

Getting to fall asleep next to Nesta was almost as amazing as waking up next to her every morning. She was the last thing he thought before he drifted off and the first thing he thought about when his eyes opened in the morning light, and if he thought he’d been happy getting her to move in with him, it was nothing compared to having her so close for so many hours. Cassian was sleeping better than he had in years, even though Nesta’s toes were like icicles and sometimes he woke up cuddling one side of her special body pillow instead of the woman he so desperately wanted.

Because that was it, wasn’t it? He’d been falling in love with her for months, and it seemed sharing a bed had been the final nail in the coffin of his feelings for her. 

He wanted to shout the truth of it from the rooftops. He wanted to keep his feelings safe and tucked away where nobody could change that warm rush of affection he felt every time Nesta so much as twitched in his direction.

Maybe he was a little confused about where to go from here, but he was absolutely certain about being in love with one Nesta Archeron. The only problem? She didn’t seem to have a clue in the fucking world.

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[ficbrish]

Part of my Kinktober 2023 one shot collection

"You were my first."

[Ao3] | [Tumblr]

cw: Blood, cptsd, self-hate, alcohol

Tav Vistri, Act I, right after Bite Night

Big moment, that following morning was. Pleasantly enough, none of the others tried to drive a stake through Astarion’s heart upon learning his true nature. Nor did Vistri suddenly change her mind and call for a mob. She even stood up for him. Showed a suspicious amount of understanding.

But that’s how she’d always survived.

A bit of kindness tinged with charm, and lying back, goes a long way.

Astarion seemed the happiest that Vistri had ever seen him. Although, to be fair, they’d journeyed together less than a tenday, and not under the most pleasant circumstances. She’d seen him smile, but not like that. Not like the way he’d been smiling since—

His lips on her neck…

“Augh!” Vistri exclaimed, walking unannounced into Shadowheart’s tent, “I feel like a ripe pile of shit!”

“Were you raised in a barn?!” Shadowheart cried, startled and put out by her new friend’s sudden appearance.

“No, the Underdark��But that’s not important right now,” Vistri answered, too obsessed at the moment to exchange a bit of back and forth, “We don’t have time for an ethics debate.”

“An ethics debate? You just barged into my tent!”

“Because I needed to talk to you!” she explained, as if that answered everything sufficiently.

“I swear, if you hadn’t saved my life…”

“I know, I know! I’m insufferable. Do you have wine?”

“It is just passed sunrise.”

“Yes, and I’m very thirsty.”

Somehow, Shadowheart’s exasperated refusal to indulge her self-destructive habits prompted Vistri to spill everything. How she never felt anything.

How much she felt last night.

“You like the vampire?”

Vistri looked as if Shadow had just spat in her face, and protested, “I do not!”

While she had her crisis at Shadowheart, Astarion was literally skipping through the woods. He couldn’t remember a day where he felt better than he did this morning. With her blood flowing through him, giving back life.

Was this what it felt like to be Vistri? he found himself musing, watching the dapple of shadows dance across his hands as the sunlight trickled through the trees.

Which was a very ironic conclusion for him to draw, considering that she was just now sobbing wildly on Shadowheart’s awkward shoulder.

But Vistri never let him inside her mind despite pushing into his, not after that first initial taste; when they met on the ground in his arms, while his blade pressed into her. Too much was happening then for Astarion to really notice anything, and he only felt a hint of someone else before she instinctually shut her mind off from his. They’d shared a memory, but it was like the directions of a play read aloud, not the feelings of an actor emoted through their eyes.

It piqued his curiosity now that he spent a little time in her company. Had a taste of her.

And like a cat discovering a closed door, he was suddenly possessed by the need to pry it open.

Turns out, things were working out for Astarion better than he could have ever imagined. He could get used to his luck turning around like this. Not only did the rest of his companions accept that he was a vampire without much complaint, Vistri offered to let him feed again.

Before he accepted, it was important for Astarion to make clear that nothing would ever happen again without her say so. He could be better than Cazador ever was—wanted to be better.

“I shall wait patiently until you suggest we… dine together.”

Vistri could feel heat rising in her face. Cheesy little comments of his like that previously grated on her nerves, and now she wanted to giggle.

What the fuck was wrong with her? Did she really want him? Could she really… imagine that as a possibility?

“But until then: No more late-night surprises, you have my word on that,” he promised. Rather sincerely, actually.

It was probably due to some vampiric thrall she must be under, but Vistri decided to trust his words. Every night could be its own test, and a sick part of her hoped he’d break his vow. That he’d prove it was all good to be true; show her who she really was. Prove that neither of them were worth it.

“Thank you,” she said, biting her lip, “And if you don’t mind, I have a vow of my own to exchange.”

“Oh?”

“Pushing into your mind… I wasn’t sure if you were going to kill me, but in finding out, I also… That was for you to save or tell. Not for me to find out. Not like that. I swear I’ll never do it again. Not without asking first.”

Astarion looked a bit devastated; shook it off with a smirk, and then said, “We’re even.”

Vistri was taken aback, “Even?”

“I've only tried to stab you when we first met, and bite you while you’ve slept. A little wriggling around with my mind worm… Well, you’re not better than me after all! In fact, you’re just like me.”

She smiled and looked at her feet, “I wouldn’t go as far as that.”

Even the teasing mention of closeness was too much for Vistri to endure, and she hated him for it.

So of course she didn’t want to appear too eager! She waited a whole other day before proposing another late-night snack. Astarion took it to be a reward for his good behavior; not coming back for seconds before he was asked.

The anticipation ate at them even worse after they agreed it would happen that night, and it itched at them all day. Unfortunately, Astarion was a bit of a stress-eater, and quite literally bit off more than he could chew with a large bear that evening before they met up. Draining it just barely replaced what he'd lost, which left him punch drunk and dizzy from his own bloodlessness. Their fun was put off for another night.

Much to the vexation of both.

He didn’t want to wake her that second time, not because he didn’t want her to be present, but because he was doing his best not to be an inconvenience. Vistri wasn’t offended either; he was so obviously sure he was doing her a favor. Oh, but she wanted to be awake for it! Not asleep, not in trance, but there feeling his—

Shit. Bad thoughts! No, no, no.

It was nothing. He meant nothing. She was nothing but a source of sustenance. Vistri had a purpose, and that was that.

She was food.

But then… So was that bandit earlier. Now he was food. Astarion drunk him dry with little grace. Ripped his screaming throat from out of his neck, and the spray went everywhere! Tonight he would gently creep up to her in the dark, at her behest, and take only a little while trying his best not to cause her to stir. It was quite the contrast.

That bandit was a meal. Vistri was a treat.

Then what was this even all for?

Vistri shooed away her curiosity before it meant she had to answer that question herself.

Waiting impatiently in her bedroll, eyes shut tight, Vistri could feel her heart pounding as if it was berating her for their present circumstances.

Oh, hush! she thought, arguing back.

This wasn’t her best performance, pretending to be in the midst of trance as she was. Her focus was elsewhere, searching for his presence through her pores. Her mind froze when Astarion finally began to approach. Even without seeing, she knew he was there; could feel his proximity before he touched her. The very air changed around him, like a storm cloud. Her senses filled with something herbal and sweet, then brandy and heat as his chest crept over hers.

She held her breath, even though deep breathing was the telltale sign of trance. Vistri thought he caught her, sensing him pause for a moment. Then she reasoned she was probably making that up.

But she didn’t. He did pause. Not because he noticed she wasn’t breathing, but because he still wasn’t quite sure this was all really happening. Not just some mad trick of the tadpole.

He swallowed and let himself lean carefully down, until his body pressed into hers. He could feel her heart beating frantically, but in his distraction, it didn’t give her away. Astarion just took it as a sign she was alive. That this really was all real.

His lips met her neck before his fangs. Vistri held back a shiver, taking a deep breath against it. She stifled a moan as one hummed quietly in Astarion’s throat. She could feel it vibrate on hers, neck to neck. Feel her life and power flow into him and through him. Power. Pleasure.

It was palpable.

Astarion’s tongue moved against her skin, swallowing her.

She even lost herself for a moment. As her mind flew blissfully away, her fingers, those sluts, found their way up into his curls.

Her hands grasped the sides of his head. Vistri wasn’t trying to push him away, she just needed to brace herself against the loss of gravity. Astarion didn’t even notice at first. It just felt like part of the whole thing. It was her sudden movement as she jerked them back that brought his attention to her wakefulness.

“Are you not in your trance?” he asked in the crook of her neck.

“No,” she answered with her eyes still closed, “Do you want me to be?”

She was truly the most curious thing to him. Was she pretending to be in a trance to please him? While allowing him to drink from her? Who does that? Astarion smirked, shaking his head, “I thought you’d prefer…”

Vistri opened her eyes and looked into his. She’d been warned her whole life about elves with red eyes.

“No, I—” she blushed, “I mean, it’s quite fun. Is it not?”

“It is?”

Curiouser and curiouser.

She nodded.

“Well, that’s nice to hear.”

“Do you want to-?” Vistri gestured to her neck.

“Right, yes,” Astarion said, clearing his throat. Regaining his cool, he slyly suggested, “Why don’t you crawl into my lap?”

Vistri couldn’t breathe.

Her non-answer was a glorious victory. Astarion could tell he had an effect, a sway over her somehow. He tilted his head back, smiling with confidence, “You do want it, don’t you?”

Lightheaded, Vistri gave in and sat across his knees. Grinning, Astarion grabbed her up into his arms and dipped her dramatically with a slight growl. Vistri giggled, too loudly, and he cupped a hand over her mouth.

He shushed her, “Be still now.”

First, he brought his lips back to her throat. Then his tongue. Then his fangs.

A moan escaped Vistri this time. One, warm hand cradled the back of her neck as he drank from the front of it.

He promised it would be just a taste, and it was just a taste. She didn’t even have to hold him back this time. Astarion stopped on his own accord, before she was ever in any real danger.

When she opened her eyes, Astarion had stars in his. Just a little bit of her, and he was an entirely new person.

Self-satisfied, Vistri grinned, “You’re welcome.”

Sitting up, her head swayed forward like a drunkard and almost smashed into his skull.

“Oh, there you go,” he muttered, steadying her.

Vistri looked up at him, her face so close to his. “I’m okay,” she answered before he could ask.

“Don’t try to get up just yet. You’ll take another tumble, and who knows if I’m feeling generous enough to catch you again.”

“Bastard,” she laughed weakly.

Vistri could smell her blood on his breath. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes so the only thing in existence was the scent lingering between them. She couldn’t imagine liking this so much with anyone el—She shot up so fast, suddenly standing to escape those thoughts.

“Careful!”

Astarion must have been feeling generous because he caught her a second time.

“Oops,” she said, embarrassed.

“You ought to take better care of yourself, darling. I’m invested now.” Funny thing, that wasn't even a lie. He'd never met someone like her before.

Vistri met his grin with performative suspicion, “How heartening.”

Astarion's eyes followed the words as they bounced off her lips. He smiled realizing they were perfectly painted instead of washed clean.

She either swayed or leaned closer. Even Vistri couldn't tell if it was blood loss or an intentional inching of her feet.

“You look a bit peaked,” Astarion said nervously.

“Yes,” Vistri sighed, standing so near, “Off to bed I go.”

Even the air between them pounded. They stayed very still. His breath turned into her breath.

Then Astarion broke the spell, stepping back with narrowed eyes, “Sweet dreams, then.”

“Sweet dreams.”

But there were no dreams.

Just forbidden thoughts that ran endlessly through their minds, until even their muscles ached.

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[luigisblueoveralls]

For Enternity

Luigi x Reader

Summary: Luigi is in intense treatment for his illness, and one night, you both have an important talk with each other.

Notes: Heavy angst. Just something I came up with. CW: Talk about death.

(H/L)=Hair length

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"Do you need something, Lui?"

Luigi weakly shook his head in response. Today was one of his bad days as in the treatment was hitting him hard. He would have his good days where he could chat it up as normal, walk around the entire hospital, and go down to the cafeteria or game room. But on his bad days, he could barely talk, let alone keep his eyes open. You just held his hand and he weakly held back, knowing it was your touch.

"Where's..where's Mario?" Luigi asks you.

"He said he would be back, remember? That was ten minutes ago." You remind Luigi, your heart sinking into your stomach.

"Oh." Was all Luigi said.

His memory was declining, and that wasn't a good sign. It was not at all. It made your heart sink more.

"I'm..thirsty." Luigi croaked out.

You quickly got out of your chair and put some water in a cup with a straw. You leaned the straw close to his mouth, and Luigi took it in his mouth, slowly sipping on it. You knew he was done when he leaned back onto his bed. The sight of this broke your heart.

"Do you want to try eating something, Lu?" You offer.

Luigi just shrugged his shoulders. His appetite has shrunk since he started treatment, and it made you feel ill. Of course, the doctor told you and Mario and their parents that it was normal, but it still didn't make you feel any better. You examined Luigi. Treatment started a month ago, and you're surprised that the treatment hasn't killed all of his hair. He has a few bald spots on his head, and his mustache that you loved so much was shorter. It seems as though his beautiful, sparkling blue eyes have lost color.

"Luigi."

Luigi turned to you, with his eyes halfway open.

"I love you."

Luigi weakly smiled back, reaching for your hand. You gave him your hand, and he squeezed it back with all of the strength he had in him.

"I love you too, (Y/N). Seeing you here with me every day, your stunning self, makes this all worth it." Luigi confesses to you.

Tears started welling up in your eyes.

"Does it hurt? The treatmemt?" You ask, trying to be strong for Luigi.

"Oh love, I hate how it makes me feel. But if it means I'll get better and be able to be with you longer. Whether it be for fifty more years or for one more month, it's worth it. I pray that I wake up every morning so I can see you." Luigi told you as he stared into your (E/C) eyes.

You couldn't hold back anymore. You leaned into Luigi's neck and sobbed. The treatment was hell for Luigi, but he kept up with it so he could be with you.

"Oh, Lui." You said, kissing his frail hand, "I love you."

"I love you too, (Y/N)." Luigi said, perking up a little, "I need to talk with you, though."

Your heart sank a little bit. What does he mean by that?

"What is it?" You ask as Luigi sat up straight.

You weren't sure where Luigi got this sudden wave of energy, but you were grateful for it. Luigi held your hand tightly and kissed it softly.

"If.." Luigi passed to gather his words, "if my heart stops, or I stop breathing, do not resuciate me. Please."

Your heart broke and could feel the tears start to pour down your face.

"Listen to me, (Y/N)." Luigi pleaded with you.

He needed you to hear him out. And despite your sobs, you wipe the tears off of your face and turn your attention back to him.

"Remember my grandfather I told you about?" Luigi asks you.

"Y-Yeah."

"Well, he had heart disease real bad. And as you know, my dad has it too. I very well could have it. It's why this illness is hitting me harder than it should. And well I witnessed them trying to revive him and it didn't go over well. His heart was even weaker than it was when it stopped and he was just in a vegative state. I don't want to put you through, honey. You don't deserve it." Luigi explained to you.

The thought of losing Luigi and him being gone tore you up on the inside. If that ever were to happen with Luigi, your first instinct would be to try and revive and save him. But with this request, he has asked of you, changes everything.

"But Lui.. I can't live without you."

"I know. But you will. If what happens, then you will. If I end up gone, then you have to continue on without me." Luigi told you.

"No, no, Luigi, you don't understand," you said through your sobs, "I can't live without you. You're my soulmate. The love of my life. I want to marry you and have kids with you and grow old with you together."

"And it can still happen, love. It can." Luigi reassures you, trying to calm you down, "but in case it doesn't, I needed to tell you that."

You nodded in response, leaning your head onto Luigi's chest. Luigi held you tightly, running your fingers through your (H/L) (H/C) hair. Even though the subject upsets you both, it needed to happen.

"The treatment is helping you, Lui. It's going to make everything okay." You told him, mainly telling yourself.

"It is. It is helping. We just got to get through this, okay?" Luigi reassured you.

You nodded in response as you leaned in to give Luigi a passionate kiss. Despite the tubes that were in Luigi's nose pushing up against your face, you were into the kiss. You kissed Luigi back as if this was the last time you'd ever get to kiss him. Luigi kissed back passionately until the hospital door swung open, and you both pulled apart quickly to see Mario standing there.

"Oh, did I interrupt something?" Mario asked as he walked in with food from Sonic, Luigi's favorite.

"No not at all." You said as Mario handed Luigi his order.

His order always consisted of a large ocean water with popcorn chicken and cheese tots. He loved it. The three of you sat and ate and talked amongst yourselves. Even though the talk you and Luigi had remained on your mind, you knew that despite what would happen, everything would be okay. Whether Luigi would grow old with you or you would find him in your early age up in the stars to be with each other for enternity.

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Another something I came up with! I hope yall enjoyed. Requests are back open!! I see that two people have requested me so I'm gonna work on those! But requests are back open. Thank you all for being so patient and for the support!!

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[junggunz]

♡⸝⸝ nsfw alphabet: hyuk kwon

cw: fembodied reader. red flag behavior mentioned in letter K. typical thirsty rambles. an: I'VE BEEN WAITING TO THIRST ABOUT THIS MAN FOR SO LONG. RAHHH.

Hyuk’s overall vibes while doing the deed: Eyes on You - SWIM // RIDE - Chris Grey

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I’mma say this right now, if Sabbath Crew is a spectrum with Wooin on one end and Joker on the other, I see Hyuk as a nice middle point between the two for a lot of things. This will be a recurring theme. 

Post sex, Hyuk will definitely need time to recover and rehydrate. Then once he’s comfortable again, he’ll attend to your needs. Out of Sabbath Crew, he’s the most likely to fall asleep with you while cuddling. 

B - Body Part (their favorite body part on themselves and their favorite body part on their partner)

Being some sort of cycling genius and having both the brains and physical capabilities, I feel like Hyuk is satisfied with himself as a whole so he wouldn’t necessarily have a favorite body part on himself.

On his partner…I think Hyuk is a simple man. Boobs, butt, hips and thighs are all things his eyes will gravitate toward. 

C - Cum (anything related to 💦💦💦)

Hyuk is such a sweetheart. He just loves treating you to a nice facial and pearl necklace. I think he’s probably the most hesitant out of the other Sabbath Crew members about cumming inside you but…at the end of the day, he’s still a man… 

D - Dirty Secret 

Hyuk seems like a pretty reserved person in general so I feel like even his normal kinks are a secret. 

Like…let’s look at it this way: Wooin is the type of guy to suggest playing 20 Questions just so he can ask you sexual shit. Joker won’t ask you anything outright sexual, but he’ll answer any of your sexual questions. But Hyuk isn’t gonna ask you questions and whenever you ask them, he’ll be purposely vague or evade answering then just say shit like ‘You’ll figure out what I’m into later.’ 

His deepest secret is probably being some sort of closet sadist. His surface level secret is him being more of a pervert than he lets on. 

E - Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hyuk isn’t a full on slut, but he does know his way around the bedroom to some extent. 

F - Favorite Position

Hyuk probably likes spooning or any variation of cowgirl. He gives me sleepy princess vibes sometimes so I imagine a lot of times, when you have sex it’ll be right before bedtime, in the middle of the night, or in the morning before you get out of bed. 

G - Goofy (are they more serious or playful in the moment?)

Hyuk doesn’t try to be serious or try to be playful. His attitude/mood is gonna depend heavily on context. For the most part, he’s pretty serious when he’s focused on trying to get you off but he does have the occasional goofy moment or quirk. For example, I think if he was really tired but still horny af, he would be struggling to stay awake while you’re on top of him. 

H - Hair (how well groomed they are)

Hyuk is definitely the type to only be super uptight about manscaping if he knew he was getting laid. He doesn’t see any point in grooming if no one is gonna see.

I - Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

Hyuk is secretly a sweetheart lol. He definitely has the capacity to be super romantic when the mood strikes. On a regular basis, the most romantic he probably gets is wanting to make out while he’s inside you. 

J - Jack Off (how frequently do they masturbate?)

Hyuk probably jacks off the most out of Sabbath Crew. He thinks about sex a healthy amount of the time and carries some sexual frustration, but he can’t be bothered to participate in hook up culture. 

K - Kink

We’ve established that Hyuk is an attention whore, yes? That’s gonna translate into him liking it a lot when you praise him. Tying that back into how he’s more of a sexual deviant than you would think, I feel like he would also have an exhibitionist streak that likes fucking you in public places.

trigger warning for nonconsexual photo sharing: AS SCUMMY AS IT IS, Hyuk and Wooin are the type to trade nudes/sextapes like pokemon cards to show off their conquests to each other.

And I'm pretty sure if they were to find out that they slept with the same person, a threesome would surely ensue. But at the same time, I feel like Hyuk would get some type of excitement out of having a secret relationship with you and having you be his sneaky link turned lover lmfao.  

Besides that…Hyuk is probably the type to be more appreciative of lingerie. He’s used to having to fuck with clothes on since he has a thing for public sex; having you keep your lingerie on while he fucks you is a piece of cake.  

Eye contact - For most people, eye contact during sex is about intimacy. In Hyuk’s case, he uses it as a way to get into your head, drive you crazy, and wipe away all of your coherent thoughts. 

Shower/bath sex - just because bathing feels like less of a chore to Hyuk if it means getting the benefits of you helping him wash up AND helping him get off. 

If the author of Windbreaker gives us more of Hyuk, I’ll probably be able to better gauge his other kinks…but for now, this will do. 

L - Location (favorite places to do the deed)

There are two distinct sides to Hyuk. One side where he just wants to stay home and unwind via having a fuckfest with you. And the other side where he wants to fuck you in public just for the thrill. His go to type of public spaces would probably be fitting rooms and the occasional alley.  

 

M - Motivation (what turns them on and gets them going)

With Hyuk being a closet perv, I think you’d have to be really intentional about turning him on. Simple things like showing a little more skin, being extra flirty, and lingering touches are gonna be easily dismissed by him. To turn Hyuk on, you’ll have to come on strong and directly. ‘Accidentally’ touching his crotch a lot will probably be the most subtle you can be with him, but other than that, things get done more quickly when you’re outright about wanting to fuck. 

N - NO (what turns them off or something they’re strongly against)

Kink wise, I’m blanking on what Hyuk wouldn’t like. The only thing I can think of him not being into is feet for no real reason other than ✨vibes✨

 It’s easier for me to imagine Hyuk not being interested in sleeping with someone too innocent or inexperienced. The pressure of having to start from scratch with someone like that or corrupting them doesn’t appeal to him in the slightest. 

O - Oral (preference for giving or receiving, skill level)

Hyuk is pretty good with his mouth and it’s a treat when he goes down on you, but he definitely has a preference for being on the receiving end. Particularly in the morning when he needs some incentive to wake up. 

P - Pace

Out of all Windbreaker characters I’ve thirsted for, Hyuk seems like the type where his pace/style during sex matches up exactly with his cycling style LMFAO. 

Q - Quickie (opinions on them/how often)

Hyuk loves quickies and they’re definitely gonna happen a lot. They might even happen more often than regular sex. 

R - Risk (do they like to experiment or take risks?)

Experimenting is a maybe for Hyuk but he’s definitely down for the occasional risk. 

S - Stamina (how long do they last? How many rounds would they like to go for?)

Obviously, Hyuk is gonna have incredible physical endurance like every other Windbreaker character. HOWEVER, there’s a little voice in the back of my head that tells me Hyuk prefers to have you on top during sex because it helps him to not cum as fast. He kinda gives me the vibe that he’ll stay hard after cumming but like… yeah. When he's on top, he's just a tad bit selfish and might cum first. 

T - Toy (how do they feel about using them?)

Toys are something that Hyuk would have to learn to like with you. Initially, he’d probably be put off by them because of little things like having to remember to charge the vibrators or not knowing which toys to start with. But if you wanna try toys with him, you’ll just need to ease him into using them and then later he’ll start liking them more. 

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Half the time, when Hyuk teases you it’s very intentional. The other half, it’s an accident which is somehow more menacing than when he does it on purpose. In general, Hyuk would also be a nice mix of playing fair and unfair. 

V - Volume (how loud they are and what sounds do they make?)

Hyuk has the cutest moans and whimpers fr. I’m not sure what else to say besides the fact he has potential to be one of those lewd ASMR creators. 

W - Wild Card

Characters like Goo and Wooin strike me as wild cards because that’s just part of their persona. Hyuk kinda fits in with that reasoning but it’s  a little different because as a more reserved character, sometimes it’s hard to know what you’re gonna get when you peel back the layers of his personality. 

X - X-Ray (what’s in those pants?)

Methinks Hyuk has a good ratio of girth to length. Lowkey I feel like he has a couple prominent veins along the shaft and he'll go absolutely feral if you lick them. 

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hyuk’s sex drive is pretty steady since he's easily satiated with masturbation. I think while dating, he'll be a little more needy toward you in the beginning but eventually his sex drive will fall in line with yours.

Z ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 -  (how quickly they fall asleep after.)    

as mentioned in A, Hyuk falls asleep pretty fast. He gets the best sleep after fucking you all night then getting to cuddle with you. Beware of him drooling though LMFAO. 

bonus!

“F-fuck, you’re so wet…Feels like I’m gonna bust already.” Hyuk whines through gritted teeth, fingertips digging into your hips as he pulls your limp body to meet his eager thrusts. 

His movements were quick and deep, each action sending tingly waves of pleasure throughout you. As they slow down, you can feel the twitch of his cock against your walls; his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of you. From your flushed face, hickey ridden chest, and sopping cunt stretched around his cock– Hyuk loves it all. But it’s just a little stimulating for him and he needs to change positions. 

Pulling out of you, Hyuk moves to lay on his back on the opposite side of the mattress; his throbbing cock shiny with your juices and his precum, standing tall toward the ceiling.

“Baby, get on top.” He pleads, his voice thick with desperation. 

You’re a little dizzy from enduring his rough pounding for so long but oblige to his plea, wanting to thank him for the orgasms he had previously given you. Your inner thighs quiver subtly as you settle on his lap to mount him, but it’s nothing you can’t take. Though, the initial stretch of having Hyuk re-enter your slick cunt makes you wince, you waste no time starting to bounce on his lap. Your pussy swallows up his dick easily and you just keep getting wetter.

Hyuk thought the change in position would help him calm down enough so he could make you cum again, but he’s proven wrong as he struggles to fight off the rapidly growing urge to climax. You feel so good around him, it’s not fair– and he’s not even factoring in how hot you sound as you obscenely moan his name or how sexy you look while you ride him. No matter where he tries to focus his eyes, he can feel his balls twitching in need of release. Even when he closes his eyes, it only magnifies the sensation of his dick being squeezed so good by your hot and wet pussy.

“You feel so good…You aren’t gonna cum soon?” You ask Hyuk in between moans, noticing the way he kept tensing up beneath you every time you came down on him.

“You first.” He insists, voice strained while his hands clamp down on your hips; resisting the temptation to buck up into you like a feral animal of some sorts.

“Just cum.” You tell him, bringing your ass down on him harder as you rode him faster, sinking all the way to the base. 

“God, I need to.” Hyuk moans out, lightly rolling his hips up into yours. “But you know I can’t.”

Leaning forward so you’re face to face with Hyuk, hands firmly planted on his chest, you stare him dead in the eyes; your pupils mirroring the frenzied lust in his.

“Just cum inside.” You urge him, clenching around him purposefully this time. 

For someone who’s always on his case about how risky it is to have the occasional quickie while out in public, you’re being pretty careless yourself begging him to fill your pussy like that. 

“I told you, you first.” Hyuk repeats, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he clings to the last shreds of his sanity.

Eyes trailing down from your face to your body, he sees the cute puddle of your juices collecting on his lap before one of his hands sneak between your legs. Your clit was so swollen and needy, he couldn’t help himself from reaching to toy with it; gently rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. The unexpected contact makes you shudder and it’s not long before you’re frantically rocking your hips against his to chase after your own high which allows him to focus on you for a bit and not fighting off his climax.

“That’s it, baby. Use my dick to cum.” Hyuk encourages you, closing his eyes as his head falls back against the pillow. “Get my dick wet one more time for me and I’ll cum for you.”

Such salacious words are spoken so sweetly, it’s no surprise that it’s enough to make you sob in pleasure while riding him harder. Your jaw drops open but no words come out. Just a little choked out yelp while your walls flutter around his cock, your cum gushing out around him and collecting at the base. 

As promised, the sensation of your walls seizing up around him while you reached your peak sends Hyuk over the edge. Hot ribbons of his thick seed disperse within you, filling you with a heat you’ve never felt before. It’s so good, so hot– another tremor racks your body just as your last orgasm was starting to die out. 

#windbreaker x reader #windbreaker smut #windbreaker headcanons #windbreaker scenarios #hyuk kwon x reader #hyuk kwon smut #hyuk kwon scenarios #junggunz.txt

[shivunin]

“Never really been alive before” for the prompts :3

Ooooh, thank you so much! The instant I saw this one, I knew what I wanted to write c:

(Prompts)

Not a Moment Sooner

(Cullen/Emmaera Lavellan | 1,159 Words | CW: References to lyrium addiction)

“Never really been alive before, I always lived in my head. Sometimes, it was easier hungover and half-dead.” —Florence + the Machine, “Back in Town”

Cullen jolted awake, the nightmare still thick in his throat. 

The room was quiet beyond him save the soft, even breathing of his love. He could hear the wind whistling through the hole in the roof, the orderly scuff of boots on stone, the distant caw of a raven. All was well enough, even if for a moment he had to remind himself that all of those things were right. He was the Commander of the Inquisition, no longer a Templar, and this was where he was supposed to be. 

Heart still racing, he rolled onto his side. Emmaera’s breathing did not change. Moonlight settled gently over her bare shoulder, brushed soft fingers over her long, loose hair, and traced the swell of her hip with silver. For a moment, Cullen just looked at her and breathed. 

Yes. He was here with her, right where he was supposed to be. He wasn’t that man anymore. Those days were in the past. 

The wind brushed past again and Emmaera shivered, though her breath remained even. Carefully, Cullen drew the sheet up over her shoulder and tucked himself against her. Her hair tickled his chest when he moved closer, but he was loath to let go. The nightmare—no, dream—hovered close even now and she seemed his best hope at beating it away again. Eyes tightly closed, he pressed his nose into her hair and breathed in the faint scent of lavender. 

Long experience had taught him that he dreams of daily life as a Templar were almost worst than the nightmares of torture. He could expect the torture. He could plan for it, act around it, sometimes work himself out of those nightmares. Though he was often unwell on the mornings after the worst of them, he could work around that, too. That pain was an old pain. He knew its boundaries well by now, knew its pitfalls and its limitations.

The memory of who he’d been before, of what it had been like to feel that liquid surety in his very blood—they were far worse in many ways. It was painful to remember how simple life had been then. He had rarely been asked to express his own judgment, to think for himself; there had been only the Knight-Commander and the lyrium and the conviction that the Chantry must be right above all others. Moreover, the days after these dreams were a torment. He could all but hear the song of lyrium in passing templars, in the potion belts the mages wore. Maker, he could hear it even when there was no clear origin—and it made him horribly, horribly thirsty. 

Parched, in fact, as he was now. 

In the dream, Cullen had patrolled through Kirkwall’s streets. The sun had been hot on his back and the lyrium had just begun to fade in his veins. His head ached, as it often had when he’d struggled to sleep the night before. The one patrolling with him had been functionally faceless, helmed and covered in full plate. Cullen had ignored them, and his companion had not spoken. 

People turned from them as they turned the corner, huddling away with shoulders hunched to avoid notice. Others had straightened up and nodded to them. Cullen had nodded back in acknowledgment, even though the motion made his head ache even worse. He needed more. If he asked, perhaps Meredith…but no. He would not ask. He was strong enough to bear the aching without fresh lyrium. 

He did not know what made him turn as they passed the alleyway, but he’d paused to look. 

There—an elven woman, huddled against the wall. Markings like vines and tree roots had grown over her chin and forehead—Dalish. She’d been clutching her arm, her face a mask of pain. Cullen had looked at her, and felt nothing, and turned away. 

A nightmare, then. Not a dream. Yes, he was certain of it. He’d told Lavellan that it made him feel ill to know that the man he’d been before would not have cared for her. The thought of it had chased him into dreams before tonight, the creeping horror of the person he’d once been. For a decade, lyrium had left no room to think, no room to care, and he had allowed it to happen. 

Ah, he ached tonight. His joints were the worst, but his head was pounding, too. Perhaps that was where the nightmare had been called from; perhaps his own body had summoned it from his own pain. 

Emmaera made a soft noise and pressed herself back against him. 

“’sit morning already?” she murmured, turning her head. Cullen kissed her cheek carefully and wrapped his arm more firmly around her waist. 

“Not quite. Rest, love.” 

Emmaera hummed in acknowledgement, but rolled over after a moment and peered at him. The light caught in her eyes for only a moment before she huddled against him. She was so lovely—always, sleep-tousled hair and all. When she pressed her face into his neck, her nose was shockingly cold.

“You’re not to get up yet,” she murmured, lips brushing against his bare skin. “You promised I’d have you until the sun rose. The troops can wait.”

Cullen huffed and kissed the side of her head. Affection chased away the shadows in his heart, though it did little for the headache. He was grateful for it even so. 

“You have my solemn vow, Inquisitor,” he murmured. “Until the sun rises. Not a moment sooner.”

She laughed softly. 

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Her heart beat steadily under his hand. Her breath was warm against his chest. The headache was his, and for all that it clutched at the base of his skull he would not be exchanging it for a fog. This life—it was not easy. Perhaps it would yet kill him. 

But it was his life. His, for the first time since he’d been a boy. If his body ached, if his mind tormented him in his sleep, well—at least he knew it was his body, that the decisions he made were his own. For good or ill, he stood on his own two legs now without lyrium or Order to prop him up or puppet him around. 

“I love you,” Emmaera murmured, her voice drowsy again. She kissed his neck and nestled closer. “Go to sleep, Cullen.”

Yes—he was his own man. And though it had perplexed him at the time, she had seen this and…loved him for it. 

“I love you,” he echoed, passing a hand slowly over her back. “I will try.”

Though he tried unsuccessfully to fall asleep again, when the sun broke through the windows at last he found himself calm and clear. Most crucially, when dawn came, he knew that he was not alone. Maker willing—Emmaera willing—he never would be again.

#emmaera lavellan #cullen rutherford #cullavellan #cullemma #prompt response #ask response #da fanfic #shivunin scrivening #big proponent of 'love does not conquer all but it sure makes everything else easier to bear'

[accio-victuuri]

CPN : Esquire Magazine parallels 📚

and no one is surprised that i’m here to clown about the interview and other things related to the drop of this cover. it’s such a great way to start the month of April! i won’t be talking about the supposed drama behind this back in 2020, because we should leave the negative vibes in the past. what matters is now, we should all move forward and support them.

everything is speculation/interpretation with bxg-tinted-glasses on. if that’s not your thing, then skip this post. ⛔️ the parallels between them isn’t even cpn, xz & wyb have things in common, especially their view on fame and being actors.

Let’s start with some low-level thirsty entry. Our boys wearing this is just 🥵🥵🥵🥵 Oh to be an employee at the gym they visit together.

Same studio ( TRUNK ) for some of their shoots, and in particular, for the Esquire cover. You can say that it’s the company that chooses who they will hire, but we’ve had this running cpn about them working with the same people.. soooo….

I’ve also noticed the intervals of posting in between Esquire/XZS - Yibo Official - XZ. I love that YBO posts in that window where none of the two are sharing anything. LOL. It could be nothing and YBO just chose an arbitrary time to post, but usually, a good time to post in the morning slot is 10-12 nn. Usually 10-10:30 and if you miss that, better do 12 nn so people who are on their lunch breaks will see your post and react immediately. It’s interesting and this is not the first time i’ve seen this pattern with them. They really try to not post on same slots. ( yes i’m aware that dilraba, gj and yyxq also released magazine covers today but they were releasing stuff at the 11:00 interval )

Years apart, posting about their April Covers. 🥹 plus it’s black & white!!!

NOW MOVING ONTO THE PARALLELS/ clues.

I will be basing it from GG’s cover story interview versus things Yibo said in the past. It’s a favorite among turtles, how similar they are in their values and how they handle things. There are other “famous” celebrities in the circle, and some are even their friends, but I don’t think there is anyone in that circle that can understand them better than each other. what they went through and continue to go through is far different from your usual c-ent celebrity. I picked up things that stood out to me personally so I’m sure i will miss some.

1. This notion that they are not just “themselves” anymore because of who they are as celebrities. XZ talking about his face not being his anymore because other people’s opinion on it must be taken into consideration. Then you have WYB who doesn’t have his own time cause alot of people are working around it too.

The outside voice said to him, you don't want to exercise - this face is his, but countless people look at it, and countless people ask for it——A face, the face in the mirror, Xiao Zhan looked at it, sometimes thinking, It's your own, but it's also someone else's.

2. Same with Yibo who doesn’t really care much, as long as you like his work, then he is thankful for you ( a sentiment that he said a couple of times during HB roadshows ) They have this awareness that they cannot please everyone and that “fans” will not always stay.

If the plot is worthwhile and requires him to change this face, then he also has enough enthusiasm and willingness to change for the role. This face can help him, but he also knows that sometimes he has to pay more. Now, he thought, perhaps it was more important to find balance. Some of the people who like him will stay forever, and some will leave.

3. This one caught my eye cause I feel like they are in the same boat when it comes to working with senior actors. Like how WYB worked with Tony Leung, and all he wanted was to be better.

Plus the costume drama? I’m thinking this is CQL since this interview was 2020. Awwww. Baby XZ & WYB trying their best that summer and we all loved the outcome!

In an emotionally charged costume drama, those days, he was always figuring out how to speak in order to make the audience worry about him. The best class, of course, is playing with those better actors. He is not afraid of the audience saying that he is not as good as those senior actors. What he cares more about is whether he has made progress in the play and whether he has learned new things

4. The habit of running they started during that summer of 2018 and then it carried on years later — especially for XZ. 🥹🥹🥹

Sometimes he runs alone, sometimes with other actors. After running for a while, the body will be soaked, but it is very comfortable, hot and cool.

5. It reminds me of when DLS said yibo’s house is hard to find. and in that show you can sense that he doesn’t like to talk about personal things related to Bobo. For privacy, of course, they can’t just tell anyone where they live. Thinking about all the cpn about the “same house” and all the “evidence” to now where we have nothing. It’s for the best. Some things are only for them and they deserve to have a little place of their own 🤎

Xiao Zhan stays alone most of the time. On the set, like a bat burrowing back into a cave, he burrows into a hotel room, and won’t come out until he can; usually, he stays at home, of course, except for the driver who picks him up at work, few people know where he lives—

6. That episode in TTXS where Bobo talks about him being tired and wanting to post about it on his social media — but decided against cause no one cares. It’s the same energy as this. They don’t really vent or complain out loud. In my cpn brain, when they do, if it gets too much, they have each other to talk to or listen.

A friend told him that if you are under pressure, you should tell others, talk to others, and vent. He disagrees. You can figure out the problems that can be solved by yourself, and talking about the problems that cannot be solved will only increase your troubles.

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do #all of this is cpn #i love them so much 😢

[megalony]

Look at us- Part 3

The next part of my Henry Cavill series, feedback is always lovely, I hope you all like it.

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Summary: After losing a baby a few months ago, (Y/n) is still suffering horrible back pains that she needs strong painkillers to manage. But she has to be okay and in control to look after her family and she knows she is relying too much on pills to gain back her life and control.

Enjoy.

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Closing her eyes, (Y/n) took a long, deep breath and rested her forearms on the kitchen counter to steady herself.

Why now?

For the last five days, (Y/n) had been feeling so much better. She had been walking up and down the stairs, she'd been able to pick Jesse up without blinding pain and lean down and give the kids baths without feeling like she was about to snap in two. She had been walking around with no pain and feeling almost like her old self again.

And then last night the pain came back with vengence. It felt like fate was playing a cruel trick on her because today was an important day. It was (Y/n) and Henry's niece's birthday today and there was a party at Henry's parents house for Amy. It was just (Y/n)'s luck that her back would suddenly spark with pain and then this morning she felt like a wooden door, unable to bend any which way and even walking was now painful.

It also meant that she had had to rummage around in her bag and find her box of tramadol and take a few to try and ease the pain.

This was the first family gathering they had since losing Lilah. With their loss and Henry's busy job, they hadn't seen his sister or niece and nephews a lot and (Y/n) had so much hope for today.

She wanted today to be different. She didn't want any pain clouding her mind and making her feel like she was about to go in her grave. This was supposed to be a fun day where no one would look at (Y/n) and Henry differently, they wouldn't look at the couple with sorrow in their eyes or walk on eggshells around them. No one would say sorry for their loss or ask how they were coping. They would all just be a big, happy family having some fun.

(Y/n) didn't want her pain to make the day miserable.

"Here you go sweetie," (Y/n) handed over a small plastic cup towards Ella who was stood near Henry's mum, shoving a cupcake into her mouth with a cheesy grin on her face.

Each breath pushed out deeper and harsher than the last as (Y/n) tried to concentrate on filling the small blue beaker with juice for Jesse. She took a large gulp of wine from her glass, hoping the alcohol would take the slightest edge off her pain so she could focus on trying to be happy and enjoy the moment.

"Jesse- no baby no! That's not yours."

Hurrying into the dining room, (Y/n) quickly reached out and grabbed Jesse by the hands, pulling her youngest closer to her just before he went to grab Henry's sister's wine glass.

Sometimes, just sometimes, (Y/n) couldn't help but get angry at her family. Everyone seemed to act like Jesse's disorders were made up or not as bad as they were making out. She told everyone, explicitely and repeatedly, not to leave alcohol glasses unattended, even for a few seconds because if Jesse was thirsty, he would drink anything he could find. The same with food, even if he had eaten lots, he would still take things from other people's plates or munch on flowers or dirt or small toys.

With a big huff, Jesse plonked himself down on the floor and let out a few whines of protest until (Y/n) held his beaker out towards him.

(Y/n) couldn't let Jesse sit here, he was right in the way when Henry's mum was starting to put all the buffet food out and she couldn't dodge round him every time. And if she didn't stand and watch him he would most likely go on the prowl to find something else he could pinch.

"Come on, let's go and sit down."

She leaned down and scooped her hands under Jesse's arms but the moment (Y/n) tried to pull him up to his feet, her vision went white. All the background noise turned to static in her ears as a white hot, searing pain shot right up her spine to the back of her head.

"-and I, mummy, are you listening? Mummy!"

(Y/n) didn't even realise Ella had come over to her until she suddenly felt a hand gripping her arm and Ella's persistent but slightly worried voice finally managed to break through the barrier in her ears.

Very slowly, (Y/n) tried to straighten up again but everything was blurring around her and Jesse had decided to grab onto her left hand and sway her arm from side to side making her feel motion sick. She realised that Ella was still talking but she couldn't hear her properly but it didn't seem to bother her as she continued to say something.

"I'll go get daddy," Ella let go of (Y/n)'s arm and made her way back into the kitchen while (Y/n) walked slightly hunched over, pulling Jesse with her to get to the sofa in the corner of the room where she left her bag.

With trembling fingers, (Y/n) scouted through her bag until she found the familiar box of painkillers and popped two into her hand. She could feel each one trickle down her throat when she heaved them down without water, she needed them now and she couldn't find any strength to go back through the kitchen to find her glass of wine.

It felt like an hour had passed before her ears finally started to tune back in and the music on the speakers finally started to make sense. (Y/n) could hear the Harry Styles song playing loudly throughout the house, she could hear her mother in law talking close by and she could hear Jesse making noises as he drained his beaker of juice.

"Are you alright? Ella said you went a bit funny," Lifting Jesse up, Henry took his spot on the sofa and sat his boy on his knee before he hooked one arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders and pulled her close to his side.

He had come through to find her the moment Ella said (Y/n) wasn't moving or speaking.

"I'm okay, it was just a twinge."

Turning her head, (Y/n) rested her head on Henry's shoulder, snuggling into the crook of his neck which made a shiver run through him that she could feel. Her back was dulling down to a throbbing ache that she could deal with, it was something that was almost an every day occurence and (Y/n) had to get used to it or she would break down in tears.

Henry turned his head and pressed his lips to (Y/n)'s forehead when she cuddled up to his side. He moved his hand to her chin and gently tilted her head up so they were level, but just as he was about to kiss her, he caught sight of Amy trotting over to them out the corner of his eye.

"Hey there, birthday girl." He hid his sigh with a smile and watched his niece come over to them, a pink balloon in her hand and she kept tugging on the string, making it bounce up and down.

"Uncle Henry, does Jesse want a balloon?"

"Thank you sweetie but he doesn't like them, Ella does though so she'll have it."

Jesse didn't like balloons, they must be frightening to him and when they popped it petrified him.

Whenever the kids saw or went out with their cousins, Jesse usually stayed at home. When he was a toddler Henry's sister would often take him out with Brodie and Ella and her kids for day trips out to the beach or shopping or play areas. But when he was diagnosed and got a bit older, he was harder to handle and (Y/n) and Henry were protective. They knew him best and knew how to handle him so they usually kept him home, only (Y/n)'s parents or Henry's parents looked after him when they were busy, no one else.

But Amy and her brothers did try and include Jesse, especially when Brodie was around because he didn't like leaving Jesse out.

"Alright everyone, food's ready."

Reaching out his hand, Henry gently tapped Brodie when he hurried inside from the garden, about to pass by his parents to go to the food table.

"Take Jesse with you to get something to eat, please."

"Okay, come on J." Brodie held out his hand and gently helped Jesse off Henry's knee, guiding him over to the food table. He knew his little brother would eat just about anything except from potato salad so it was easy to put a few different things on a plate and let Jesse get on with it.

"Are you hungry?" Henry looked down at (Y/n) who was still pressed up into his side like she was either going to fall asleep or hoping to disappear. When he felt her nod against his shoulder, his smile softened and he got up and held his hands out to pull (Y/n) up with him. "Let's go eat."

Standing up did not do (Y/n) any favours and it didn't feel great. The moment her back was straight all she wanted to do was curl up and disappear. She knew Henry had noticed her discomfort because instead of standing beside her, (Y/n) felt him move until his chest was pressed against her back and his arms were suddenly enveloped around her waist. He perched his chin on top of her head and her hands gratefully grabbed at his arms.

Henry could feel her back clicking into place when he held onto her and he tried to take a little of her weight so it would be easier to stand and walk without the pain.

When they reached the table, (Y/n) gently carded her fingers through Ella's hair who was stood in front of her patiently waiting behind Brodie to see what food there was. Ella was a fussy eater but (Y/n) knew Henry's mum had made a few things especially for her so she wouldn't be left hungry.

Henry's arms stayed deadlocked around (Y/n)'s waist and she got a plate for each of them but she couldn't seem to focus her eyes properly. She tried to look at what food was plated up on the table but her brain wasn't registering what she was seeing. It was all blurring together until she was just stood in front of the long table with one empty plate and a half full one that Henry had been putting food on.

"Baby, what do you want?" Henry squeezed (Y/n)'s waist to try and get her attention when he realised she wasn't picking anything or telling him what she wanted on her plate but he didn't get an answer.

Everything was cutting out again, (Y/n)'s ears were stuffed with wool and her eyes were going blurry and her back didn't hurt anymore, it just felt numb. Maybe the pain was so blinding now that her body was shutting down against it. Maybe taking more than four tramadol in less than two hours was giving her too much of a high than she could take.

"No-" Something close to a growl emenated from deep in Henry's chest when (Y/n) suddenly went limp in his arms.

Henry's head tilted back and his body stumbled back a few paces when (Y/n)'s weight plummeted onto him. Her arms dropped to her sides, letting the paper plates flutter to the floor and food to spread around them like snow. Her head fell forward until her chin was touching her chest and her knees bent as her body tried to follow gravity to the floor.

"Daddy?" Ella spun round on her heels when she felt something hit her in the back but her doe eyes moved to lock with Henry's when she saw (Y/n) slumped over in his hold.

"Oh God, is she alright?"

"Dad?"

"She's just fainted." Henry bit down on his lip to stop himself from groaning in agitation. The background noises seemed to have dwindled down and the music seemed so much quieter now when everyone's eyes were on him and their murmurs were louder than ever.

Bending his knees, he shifted (Y/n) a bit better in his arms before he hooked one arm under her knees and lifted her up bridal style.

"Stay here with nana, Brodie keep an eye on Jesse for me." Henry looked between his three kids before he turned around and walked away from the table, earning a sympathetic look from his mum in the process.

Passing through the kitchen, Henry lifted (Y/n) a little higher in his arms and passed through the hallway towards the living room. This wasn't the first time (Y/n) had fainted around him but it was never because she was in so much pain before. He'd seen her faint from injections at the doctors, from low blood pressure when she was pregnant and she'd blacked out once when they were shopping.

He knew he should have told her to stay home. He knew when she got up this morning and she could barely walk that it wouldn't be fair to ask her to come out today when she wasn't well but he had seen the determination in her eyes and when she cried, his heart broke in his chest.

He was careful when he laid (Y/n) down on the sofa before sitting down beside her thighs. With a sigh, Henry gently started to card his fingers through (Y/n)'s hair, smoothing his thumb against her cheek to try and rouse her and bring her back around.

"Baby? Baby, are you with me?" A small slither of relief built up in Henry's chest when (Y/n)'s eyes slowly started to flutter and her head moved to lean into his touch.

"H-Henry..."

"I'm here. What am I gonna do with you, baby?"

The smile on his face told (Y/n) he was only joking and she could have melted when he kissed her temple so lovingly. He cupped the side of her face when he pressed another kiss to her skin, breathing in her scent as he felt (Y/n)'s shaking hand move to cup the back of his neck.

"I remember the last time you fainted... you told me you were pregnant." Henry's voice was quiet and his words were chosen carefully, he didn't want to upset (Y/n) or make her cry or feel bad. He didn't even know why he said it, it just sort of, came out. The last time (Y/n) had fainted was at home and when Henry started to worry why it had happened, that was when she told him they were having another baby.

"Maybe if she was here, I wouldn't have so much pain."

(Y/n) often wondered if she had managed to have Lilah on time and she lived, would she still have this crippling pain? Even if she gave birth to Lilah as early as she did and she lived, the pain might not have been this bad. what if it was her grief making her pain worse? Could that happen, was it a thing? (Y/n) was consumed by grief and agonising physical pain. If she did her job as a mother properly and had Lilah when she was supposed to, maybe the labour wouldn't have been as bad and wouldn't have caused her back pain.

"Maybe, maybe not." Leaning down, he pressed a slow kiss to her lips. "We... we could have another baby, you know."

Henry couldn't stop thinking about Lilah and he remembered something someone had said when they lost her. That nothing would feel right until they had a baby in their arms. He'd heard of it before, someone losing a baby and then later on having another baby, it didn't feel like replacement, it felt like a missing puzzle piece coming back.

He had been counting down the days until he could have another baby in his arms to cuddle and care for and he only held Lilah for a little while before they had to let her go. And he knew it was the same for (Y/n), he knew she felt like her arms were empty and bare when they should be full.

When he looked down and saw tears in (Y/n)'s eyes, he thought for a moment he'd said the exact wrong thing, until a small but amazingly beautiful smile came on her lips.

And she cupped his face to kiss him through her tears.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry x reader #henry cavill fluff #imagine #look at us #pregnancy #pregnant! reader

[notasapleasure]

WIP ask meme

@stripedroseandsketchpads tagged me in this. And oh my god. If you think there are Too Many Words in the fic I publish, you should see my poor notes app. Here is a sneak peek of its contents. I haven't edited for brevity/those I'm actively working on, these are just all the unfinished files I could find. Some I don't intend to do any more with, others I'd really like to pick up again. The only ones being actively worked on right now are the Andor Saga AU and the first one on the list for Andor.

I put ALL the Lymond I could find in mainly for @oughtaagh who has been leaving the most lovely comments on my Lymond fics that I have totally failed to respond to. I'm sorry! I will cycle back round to Lymond one day, it's inevitable <3

Tagging uh.... @distressednoise, @r0b0tb0y, @faceofpoe, @donnaimmaculata, @batri-jopa, @elwenyere, @notabuddhist and anyone else who wants to say I tagged them! Also sorry if you'd already been tagged, I'm not keeping up with the dash very well at the moment!

Anyway please send me asks/comments/cease and desist orders about these. xxx

ANDOR

C: We decided we were thirsty, and you wanted to go to Cavo's. As yet untitled Brassian alternative scene - what if instead of a great collaborative cover story this was a great collaborative fuck? Almost(?) finished?

Saga AU pt 2. This actually does have a working title of 'The Bear and the Berserk' but this doc is just a short bullet point list of plot things for a specific part of the fic.

Cassian pov. It's a Cassian pov chapter! For...drumroll...the first chapter of the Saga AU pt 2! The rest is going to be back to Brasso FPN. The file actually includes a rough first draft of chapter 2, as well.

"You're up early this morning," Bix says lightly. A follow-up chapter to Only Ever Just One Night started back when I had epic plans for continuing this, bringing in Cinta and Vel and Luthen, whumping the hell out of Brasso, and having Cassian rescue him. This is just one scene of awkward conversation with tea though.

Oh god it developed Plot. Related to the previous chapter - a bullet-pointed list of things that might have happened in this fic I Wil Not Write (not least as I'd rather just see what happens in S2 first anyway).

AND THEN WE DANCED

It was a sunny day in Batumi... Patchy few paragraphs of the next chapter of Inchoate.

Plannnnns (again). Plans for how Inchoate would/will continue.

THE LYMOND CHRONICLES

Canon-verse/other AUs

Multiple pieces of follow-up to The next man with a ladder, Danny/Jerott post-canon: It was dark when they rode into the port town... [Chapter 3, basically done, plus most of Chapter 4 but it devolves into broken paragraphs at the end]. "I'm going to the other bed," Danny said in a voice like someone was standing on his throat... [??? there's loads of this written! This is the file where they Get Down To It] Stitch the scenes together [a few paragraphs in which I hoped to make a logical leap from Chapter 4 to fucking, but seemingly never quite got there].

Lymondar saga draft. Actually two files of the abortive first effort at writing a saga AU. I was trying much harder to write in saga style and playing with lacunae in a way that was fun for me but exceedingly nerdy. I think I found the idea more fun than the execution, too.

St Seb. Remember ages ago when I was writing a post-canon 'Jerott gets shot full of arrows and has to admit his feelings because he thinks he's gonna die' fic? This is the file! Some bullet points and some text, some of which I even posted as Sunday sixes way back when iirc.

Fait prosperer qui n'est à croire vain. Fuck me, there's LOADS of this. Pawn in Frankincense/Ringed Castle AU where Marthe steals Lymond's ride with Kiaya Khatun and persuades her they should take over Russia together. Meanwhile Francis is left with Jerott. Hahaha. It kept getting longer because Francis kept trying to escape and I kept finding ways to drag him back, but the 'and now kiss!!' with the two of them behaving in character was just not coming easily.

Francis Crawford's Holistic Inquisition Agency. I wrote this??? One chapter of a Lymond/Dirk Gently AU, where Francis is obviously Dirk and Jerott is a furious/bemused Todd.

She tried every instrument, she redrew every chart. A few short chapters, never finished, of Marthe wrestling with her role in canon and her fate as assigned by La Dame. A couple more paragraphs of a similar sort of thing in Volos.

Malta. Half-arsed few paragraphs of wondering how Jerott would cope with meeting a fellow Knight being imprisoned for sodomy.

Band AU (my 1980s rock band AU for the series, see also @theartistknownaslymond)

Au of an Au. What if, after the Battle of the Bands at Solway, Jerott went to stay at the Edinburgh townhouse for a while and he and Francis got to collaborating in the shed? There's quite a lot of this and it's quite fluffy.

Out out out! The band celebrate Thatcher's downfall. Happy epilogues for everyone! However it's an epic task trying to do all the characters justice, so I was trying to write it as vignettes to match each song on the playlist. Six-ish are written. And earlier draft with plan for characters intercting is in Ding dong the witch is dead.

Jerott/Marthe - four times it just about worked, one time it really didn't. What it says on the tin? aka you just know Jerott has said 'Francis' instead of Marthe at least once when he comes. Only the beginning of the first time exists in this chapter, but I think I explored the idea elsewhere, whenever I dig up that file...

DWTH missing scene. Jerott/OC missing scene from Don't wake the house. Not finished, probably not going to be finished. I think I have enough Jerott smut on the go.

Workshop. Patchy draft of pre-canon Jerott and GRM 'therapy' session in which GRM learns about Francis Crawford and what a hold he has on the boy he thought of as his own plaything. GRM doesn't like sharing.

F/P. Draft of a fluffy kiss prompt someone (@erinaceina? @notfromcold?) sent for Francis/Philippa. Post-canon pregnant Philippa and worried Francis written when it was too hot in summer. It's probably complete enough to post tbh! hmu if you want it posting.

Jerott behaving badly (again). Somehow this ended up in the 'comfortember' section of the notepad, which...no? Maybe it was intended to be originally, but it grew a life of its own. Post-canon, post split-up with the OC, pre-getting together with Danny. Joining the mile high club and regretting it, then ending up crashing at Joleta's (who he meets coincidentally at the airport, NOT who he's screwing in the airplane loo!!). It's meant to end up cathartic, but didn't get finished :') I'm actually really pleased with what I have - post-canon Joleta is so much fun to write!

Somewhere (Google Drive?? an actual Word doc??) there is also loads and loads and LOADS of Pawn in Frankincense band AU around Baron Morgan's place (the Aga Morat), featuring fucked-up Francis/Morgan, fucked up Marthe/Kiaya, fucked up Francis/Kiaya, and bewildered cold turkey Jerott. There's also some Jerott/Marthe from later on.

Other

Crossover. A sequel to my ATWD fic I will shake mountains, where Merab and Irakli encounter celebrity diners in the restaurant they work in: respected musician Francis Crawford and friends take the boys for a drink and share queer/artistic inspiration/history with them. There's quite a lot written but I couldn't quite manage to finish it off.

St Mary's. Another ATWD/Lymond crossover, placing Merab and Irakli among the mercenaries of St Mary's. Mostly bullet points.

3m. Furious that there was no fic for the film Three Months I decided to jot down a scene I wanted to see afterwards. I wrote four lines and cannot remember what my plan was at all.

#often i think it would do me good to fear a wordcount more #my wips #my writing #my fics #wips #wip ask meme #memes #asks #please send asks about any of these!! #long post #:))

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#305

“Well, I’m surprised you didn’t get arrested.  You look puzzled.  Lou is gone.  He left your shit here.  I just threw it in the dumpster across the lot.  None of it is any value.  Your clothes were too faggy for my tastes.  Come here.  Look I gave Lou a hundred bucks to take you off his hands.  He arranged this gang bang of you by putting the word out that he had a cum dump hitchhiker for sale.  All those guys that fucked you throughout the night were potential buyers including me.  It appears that I was the only one who wanted to pay….

“No problem there.  Most drivers don’t want a stray fag to take care of.  It costs money.  Lou told me that you are hitching without a place to go.  He said that he is no longer interested in having you more than a few more days. 

“I, on the other hand, like having a cumdump toilet handy.  Get over here.  I have to take my morning piss.  And you must be thirsty….  Now Lou mentioned that you loved drinking from his tap.  That is definitely going to continue.  Most of my piss, if not all, will be going into your sewer mouth or used to clean out your cunt.

“You probably don’t remember my dick last night.  I was driver number three I think.  Take it in your hands.  Smell it.  Smells nasty hunh?  It should.  I didn’t clean it off after I fucked you.  That’s your job.  Skin me back.  Yup, all that is what coated my dick when I spunked you.  There’s probably jiz from the other drivers before me.  I certainly felt their loads last night.

“Get to it.  Don’t you fucking hesitate.  Look faggot.  I paid for you fairly.  I own those holes.  I plan on using them for the sick shit impulses running in my head.  If you want to run away, fucking be gone.  But shit, we are the only ones here at this vista point.  You are naked, and I bet you don’t even know what state you are in.  All I have to do is call the cops and tell them that a naked faggot is soliciting to me.  They will be here so fast to take you in.  They’ll believe me, a hard-working driver just trying to do his job, over you, a naked faggot with jiz leaking from its cunt down its leg.

“That’s the fucking predicament you are in.  What’s it going to be?... Thought so.  Clean out my foreskin first, I’ll wash it down with my piss.  Oh man that feels so good.  Your tongue was really made for this.

“Now faggot, expect to be humiliated and degraded.  I plan on filling both of your holes with nastier and nastier shit.  Don’t you ever hesitate again.  I have no problem beating the shit out of you or turning you over to the cops or dumping you on the side of the road somewhere.  Right now I have some trust issues with you.  So expect to be kept under lock and key of some sort.  I will let you have access to your pecker, but you need to ask for permission before jacking off.  Now swallow.  Mmmm.  There really is no feeling in the world like a morning piss pouring into a fag’s throat.  Damn you are getting me hard.

“Pull off and spin around.  Show me my cunt.  Get on all fours, right here on the asphalt.  Good god, that cunt has been smashed….  Fuck my dick just slides in without any problem, much different than last night.  Jesus!  This cunt is full of jiz.  How many drivers nutted in you?  You probably lost count, typical cum dump.  Well fuck!  I’m gonna pull out, and I want you to clamp down. 

“Stay put until I call you.  I have to prepare the bunk.  It will only take a minute.  In the mean time, this plug will keep the spooge stew brewing inside of you for a few minutes.  Shove it in.  And put this collar on. 

“….Hey cum dump!  Get up here.  Welcome to your new home.  Climb on.  I put a rubber sheet down, because this is going to get messy.  Straddle me and lean forward with your eyes closed….  Ok, with that click of that padlock you are now installed to the truck.  Faggot you ain’t going anywhere any time soon. 

“Reach behind you and line up my dick with your semen sewer.  Now I am going to pull out the plug and you are going to impale yourself on my cock.  Go right to the root.  Ready!  Go!

“Oh fuck.  This cunt feels so good.  And you are full!  There’s probably a dozen loads here ready to burst out.  Start riding me.  And don’t worry if you leak any of the spooge stew.  In fact, as you ride me, push out that slurry sludge.  Let it flow all over my dick, crotch, balls, wherever. 

“Go!  Ride faggot ride!  Push it out!  Fuck yeah!  Oh man, this is one nasty mess you are creating.  But fuck it feels good.  I am not going to last.  Keep pushing out.  I’m gonna cum.  Oh fuck.  Here it cums.  Stop riding.  Stop.  Urgh!  Ahh.  Urgh!  Fuck.  Oh my god.  Faggot, you are worth every penny I spent with Lou. 

“Climb off of me.  Put the plug back in.  We’ll play with my load later today. 

“Ok.  What time is it?  Oh!  I have another 80 minutes before we can roll out of here.  I’m gonna take a nap.  You will clean up this mess all over my groin.  Make sure my cock and balls are shiny.  I’ll turn over so you can clean the spooge that poured down my crack.  I expect all this to be cleaned, including the rubber sheet, by the time we head on out.  Now get that mouth to work.”