#children of the forest–· submission ;

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Fungichomp entered the daycare, shocked to see every kitten behaving properly, some even taking naps! The nests had been cleaned, and there was none of the usual screaming.

He was about to ask what had caused this, but then he saw her.

Long, life-hard muscles stretched under a dappled fawn and cream coat, while nightmarish blue eyes with almost-red pupils held him captive.

“Bella May.” He gulped.

“What do I owe this pleasure to?”

The matriarch of the Wooden Teeth chuckled, grooming the nearest kit with a few strong licks.

“Thought I’d help out today. The little monsters need to learn manners at some point, yeah?”

He gulped. He knew every kit in the Dark Forest by heart. The kit Bella May was grooming was new to him. A tiny little tortoiseshell with oversized fangs and semi-familiar dappled legs.

“And, uh, who’s this?”

Bella May purred louder.

“Well y’ain’t gonna believe this, but my Lamb met someone! He just had his young’un, and I’m taking care of the little beastie.”

Fungichomp could feel his blood run cold. The last thing the forest needed was more of Myrtlewing’s kin. Least of all from the volatile Lamb, who, if rumors were to be believed, was even more cannibalistic than the rest of his immediate family.

Even so, it paid to be polite when dealing in the Dark Forest, so he did not in fact, wail his panic to the rest of the woods.

“What’s her name?” He leaned down, examining how the little mollie dozed on her grandmother’s forepaws.

“Gorse. Or Gorsekit if y’wanna be formal.”

“…Ok? Is she one of Web-“

The glare he got let him know, in no uncertain terms, how Bella May felt about that particular question.

“She kinda looks like Lamprey-“

Another glare had him backtracking as quickly as he could.

“Because of her legs! They’ve got dapples!”

“Hmph.” Bella-May nudged Gorsekit towards Fungichomp, and she toddled over on surprisingly steady little legs.

“Hallo.”

Her voice was tiny, barely a whisper.

“Gran-ma says that you’re… uh…” She turned to Bella-May, who merely licked one paw and shrugged.

Gorsekit turned back.

“Gran-ma says you’re a good cat. That true?”

Fungichomp gathered the little tortie into a nest, and groomed down her spiky fur the best he could.

“I like to think that I’m good.”

“That’s good t’know.” She yawned, and peeped open one almost yellow eye.

“If you weren’t good, I’d eat you.”

“Good to know?”

#submission #as someone who worked at a daycare it is very normal for children to say this #next Fungi will hear her talk about food her dads gave her and he'll be like yeah the minnows are great right #and she'll tell him no she had those and they're different #and he decides not to question what type of meat she was talking about #fungichomp #fungichomp story #bella-may #bella-may story #she's always a joy #gorsekit #gorsekit story #wc lamb #streamfleck #dark tales #wc dark tales #dark forest tales #myrtlewing #wooden teeth #wooden teeth family #wooden teeth story

[devieuls]

ˋ Moonlight ☾

Neteyam Sully x Metkayina Albino Reader ( ONE SHOT )

Synopsis : The elders told the clans that the children of Eywa were born with unique peculiarities and abilities, sent to the clans to bring wisdom and prosperity. But when you were born, no one saw you as a blessing of the Great Mother, but as one of the demons of heaven, being despised by most of the clan just for your appearance. But when, nineteen years later, a family from the forest arrives on the island of Awa'atlu, you will finally find someone who will be able to see you beyond your outward appearance.

Warning : Fluff (at the beginning), many sweet parts; SMUT MDNI: Praising, dirty talk, overstimulation, unprotected Sex, Dom Neteyam, reader not totally submissive a little rude but loving, hickeys, multiple orgasms?, Explicit content.

Lenght : 9.3k

Notes : This was supposed to come out on June 27, my birthday, but my friends have kidnapped me these days to go out. I hope you like this one shot, I really wanted to write it because I always liked the idea of the Albino reader, so with a diversity that I could adapt to some sentences about the moon (my beloved).

NETEYAM: 20 y.o / Y/N: 19 y.o

NA'VI WORDS : OARE: Moon ; YAWNE: Beloved ; TSMUKE: Sister

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The elders told the clans that the sons of Eywa were born with unique peculiarities and abilities, sent to the clans to bring wisdom and prosperity. Therefore, these newborns were raised alongside the Tsahìk, so as never to lose their bond with the Great Mother.

The day your mother announced her pregnancy to the Metkayina clan was a joyful day, the clan congratulated her and blessed her maternal womb, knowing all the pitfalls she had been through and for her unfortunate infertility. Ronal was the most joyous, knowing that her sister had waited so many cycles before having you. You were a miracle, the whole clan thought that when they saw your mother, thinking that Eywa had blessed her for her infinite goodness.

Nine months later you were born in the water, because Tsahìk had a vision of your birth in the gentle waves of the ocean that surrounded the island of Awa'atlu. Unfortunately, like the sea, your mother’s labor was stormy, leading Ronal to think that she could not give birth to you.

"Sister, you’re losing a lot of blood… The only way is to save only one of you" Ronal said in tears, as he found a way to save both. "If you keep pushing, you’ll tear your body apart, ma Sorewn-" your mother stopped her before she screamed in pain. "My baby… Save.her!" She said with all her strength in her body as she squeezed her sister’s hand, looking at her displeased as the water seemed so icy around her and the sand so rough. After minutes that seemed like hours, you came to light, the warm waters welcomed your warm body that reflected the colors of the eclipse.

"Is she okay? Ronal… is my daughter okay?" These were the desperate worries of a mother who was giving her life to give it to her daughter. "She’s fine, ma tsmuke…" Ronal whispered with sadness, knowing that soon her only sister would be gone.

Your mother looked for your body, clutching it weakly as she looked at you with love "y/n… This is her name, sweet breeze… and moonlight, she’s beautiful, isn’t she…?" Sorewn died shortly after uttering, dropping her lifeless body on the sand, but holding your little body still warm, as if she wanted to protect you until her last breath.

Ronal’s screams were desperate as she took you flickering from your mother’s cold arms, allowing herself to cry on her body, knowing that her only sister would never wake up from that eternal sleep again.

The day of your birth was less joyful than the day when your mother’s pregnancy became known, even though the slight joy of knowing that the firstborn of the sister of the Tsahìk was alive and well. But the emotion and joy of the clan ceased to exist when people saw you, the white skin like pearls that were at sea, but associated with the typical complexion of the sky demons.

"She’s cursed," "a demon…", "Look at her skin." Similar murmurs struck the mourning Tsahik’s ears, who in response growled against the clan, silencing them as she continued her walk to her Mauri.

From that day on, nineteen years passed, Ronal raised you as her daughter, never stopping to talk about how much your mother loved you and how you were blessed by Eywa despite your white skin, loving you in the way Sorewn would. Your aunt often told you that you were special, that there were other people like you and it was the Great Mother herself who sent you, trying not to make you feel different from others.

Unfortunately, the sweet words of the Tsahìk didn’t help much, especially because of the children of the clan they used to tease and bully you when you were still a child, not stopping even when you grew up. "Daughter of demons", "Demon", "Cursed Blood" that’s what they told you, and slowly you began to identify yourself in the same way.

The only friends you had were Ao'Nung, Tsireya and Rotxo, the first two because they grew up together with you, while Rotxo respected Ao'Nung and your family too much to offend you, so he became attached like a brother. Ao'Nung and Rotxo often found themselves defending you from the village boys, and Tsireya did the same with the girls, even though she was younger than you.

You were often teased because of your sensitivity to the sun, caused by your albino skin, and because you could only get out after the eclipse, raising suspicions and rumors that you were really something like sky demons. For this reason you spent your days in the marui, distancing yourself from the world that seemed not to want to accept you, hiding you from evil languages and from those who just wanted to hurt you.

It was a morning like any other on the island of Awa'atlu, the two suns that blessed the beaches with their warmth, the children who rejoiced and ran to feed the Ilus, the screams of fishermen and hunters who called to bring the fish to the clan. But you didn’t participate in such activities, your task was to follow the Tsahìk and help her in everything she did, you were not the Tsakarem, but you were always told that you were special, that your connection with Eywa is stronger than any other. Therefore, just like today, your days took place inside the Marui of Ronal, while you helped her with some herbs and medicines that might have been useful.

The tranquility of the village was interrupted by some strange screams of call, and strong steps running on the sand to head to what was 'the entrance' of the clan, you heard some tribal screams and curiosity pervaded you.

"Ma parultysip, what’s going on?" asked Ronal, rising from the ground, to approach you who had looked at the door.

"Ma Tsahìk! Be careful, you are still in the first cycle of pregnancy…" yYou said, stand by the door, then walk up to Ronal and accompany her. " Foreigners… They arrived with Ikran from the sky" You didn’t finish talking that the matriarch rushed right where the foreigners had landed. You followed her both out of curiosity and to take care of her.

Once you arrived at the place, Ronal made room in the crowd that opened around her, you found Tonowari already standing to welcome the strange blue-skinned Na'vi. In the distance you noticed Tsireya, Ao'Nung and Rotxo, and you tried to understand the situation as you looked at them, Tsireya’s eyes made you realize that she was at least as unaware as you. Your eyes were immediately captured by those of one of the newly arrived boys, his eyes yellow as the suns, with some green reflection, long braided hair, a confident headshell and a body hard to miss. You also noticed the battle band wrapping around his abdomen, letting you know he was definitely a warrior. You were out of breath for a few seconds while you were studying him from afar, noticing that he also did not look away from you, intrigued by something, perhaps even enchanted. Your heart started beating faster, almost out of control. The butterflies in your stomach woke up, creating a strong tingling that spread into your body. The cheeks that were colored with a tender blush, betraying your expression.

You hid in the crowd, feeling insecure for a moment, thinking that that boy was looking at you because of the color of your skin and hair so different from others. Only to disappear because of the sun’s rays that were burning your sensitive skin, while Neteyam was looking for you with his eyes, trying to figure out where you had gone, fearing he had put you in awe.

The day passed quickly and you never saw that boy again, yet you knew that both he and his family would stay on the island, and that gave you a strange sense of comfort.

"Y/n! Y/n! You had to come with us to help the newcomers. Their children are very kind indeed and-" Tsireya said once she joined the part of the marui that she shared with you, still sticking to the main marui of the family.

"And? Let me guess, you like the younger one?" You joked, then noticed her blush and embarrassment as she hid behind her curly hair. "Oh ma Eywa… do you like the blue guy!?" You said laughing and then feeling Tsireya’s body on yours, trying to shut you up while you laughed.

"Y-y/n! Stop it! I-I" You stopped her still laughing. "C'mon, Tsireya, you’re 18, it’s normal to have a crush. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you looked at each other, his 'hey' and your chuckle. It was so obvious" She looked at you red again and then laughed with you.

"I was so obvious?" she asked, sitting next to you on the carpet. "Too obvious, ma tsmuke" replied smiling and then hearing everything she had to say about that strange family, assimilating all that information as she spoke with dreamy eyes.

"Oh, and I’ll be teaching the Sullys, the younger ones, of course… along with Rotxo and Aonung, but they don’t like the idea like I do. You should help me, those two idiots would be able to ruin everything and fight with them" You watched her take your hands.

"Oh… I-I don’t think that’s a good idea, I mean… No. I have to be with Ronal, plus-"

"You’re afraid they’ll criticize you for your skin, aren’t you?" she interrupted, understanding where your fear and insecurity were. "They don’t seem like the kind of people who would. You know, Neteyam and Lo'ak said that Kiri is a bit like you too, she is also connected to Eywa" you looked at her slightly uncertain and then heard the name of that 'Neteyam' echoing in your head with some interest.

"Neteyam?" you asked more about this person’s name than her whole sentence. You knew Lo'ak was that kind of Tsireya's crush, so if the math was right, Neteyam must have been the guy you made eye contact with.

"Yeah, he’s the biggest Sully, maybe you saw him. He was the one with the warrior belt and the purple loincloth… Long hair, tall, you know, right? The one who looked down at Ronal while she caught Lo'ak’s tail and hands" you blushed slightly and nodded, only whispering a subtle "Oh… yes, maybe I understood"

Tsireya looked at you weirdly and then looked at you surprised and smiled with emotion. "Oh! DO you like him?" She cheered, making you blush in the same way you did with her. "N-No! It was an 'Oh' to say 'Yes, I get it'. I mean, you get it. Not an 'Oh… that na'vi with hypnotic eyes', you know?" You started stammering and scrambling to escape that. "You never said 'oh' like that and then 'hypnotic eyes'. I'm screaming! You’re so clumsy now" Continued Tsireya, teasing you, then stopping when you close her mouth with your hand. "Think of Lo'ak! Girl, he rizzed you with an 'hey' and a smirk" you had taken it down playfully, just to change the speech. You continued on the same line until you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up without Tsireya, realizing that she had definitely gone to give lessons to the newcomers, while you spent time with the Tsahìk, peeping every once in a while from the window of your aunt’s Mauri. "Y/n, focus" Ronal said, bringing your attention to her, "Yes, sorry, auntie" you whispered, and then you concentrated and watched her handle some medicines.

After a few hours you remained alone in the marui, since Ronal had to leave for commitments with Tonowari. Unfortunately, when you came to the window again, the boys were gone, so you dedicated yourself to classifying and arranging the herbs you had used for the lesson with the Tsahìk. Now that Tsireya was busy teaching the young Sullys, the lessons with Ronal had become heavier and more boring.

"Umh… is it allowed?" an strong unknown voice made you wince while you were behind, then turn around and see the guy from the day before. 'Neteyam', you remembered the name and looked at it while keeping your distance.

"Umh… yes, yes. If you were looking for the Tsahìk, she just left" Your voice was almost a whisper, because of your shyness.

"Oh, I understand. Emh, well, it’s because I needed something for superficial wounds." His voice was at least as warm as Pandora’s suns. He smiled at you slightly and you noticed the split lip leaking blood, and some scratches on his chest and bruises on his face.

"I’m just a student, but I-I could do something… sit there." You pointed to the carpet lying on the ground, and then you turned around and took some herbs to make something like a ointment. You felt his eyes on you the whole time, and you felt slightly uncomfortable, sure he had something to say about how you looked. You started mixing and grinding herbs with some liquid plant extracts, trying not to make you weigh his curious eyes. Not knowing he was admiring you enchanted.

"I am Neteyam anyway…" he began, interrupting the silence, trying to put you at ease.while his head leaned to the side to look for your look

"I know, you are the firstborn of the Toruk Makto and Neytiri of the Omatikaya clan" you whispered again with a thread of voice, without looking at him. " Your father’s title is great, all the clans know him…" continued you, hoping not to seem strange.

"Yeah, it is… What’s your name?" he asked as she approached, stopping when she noticed you drifted away slightly.

"Y/n. just y/n" You answered and then looked at him for a second, before you approached him cleaning the dried blood with a cloth, and then put the natural ointment on his wounds, feeling him wince slightly. "I'm sorry, it burns a little, it has some nettle plants inside it" Your heart began to beat more and more in your chest, noticing how his eyes did not fit even for a second from your face. He wasn’t looking at you like the other kids did, they were sincere and innocent eyes, slightly curious but definitely without malice.

"y/n? is a beautiful name, does it mean anything?" he asked curiously, lowering his voice just like you did.

"Gentle breeze and moonlight, so I've been told." You continued to whisper as you applied the ointment to his lip, keeping your eyes fixed on his lips, finding them strangely inviting.

"It’s definitely a name that suits you," he whispered, making you blush slightly before leaving.

"Why are you whispering…?" you asked to change the subject, trying to cool the fire that was happening on your pale cheeks.

"Because you do, too, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with my tone of voice being too loud, so I turn it down" he said sincerely, as his eyes continued to explore your whole person.

"O-oh… no need to do it, i-it’s just my tone," you admitted a little embarrassed.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked nicely, always keeping his tone down, noting how you felt a little more comfortable with him.

"Umh, sure, tell me so" you wiped your dirty fingers from the ointment you just put on his torn skin.

"It’s just… well, your skin is-" you stiffened to those words, moving even further away from him as you stopped him from saying anything else.

"I know what you’re going to say… please, can you leave? I finished with the ointment, you should be better in a short time" your voice let shine a veil of fear and discomfort, making him feel a total idiot for having started talking.

"No, it’s nothing bad, i swear… your skin is beautiful, you are beautiful. I mean… ah!" He passed a hand in his hair, embarrassed to feel so clumsy right now. "I mean… you’re very beautiful, that’s…" he whispered in an even lower tone, making you blush.

You looked at Neteyam with flaming cheeks, while your hands were joined at heart level, observing him in silence. 'Does he find me… beautiful?' you asked yourself in your mind.

Your heart bounced through your chest as the boy’s kind words rang out in your incredulous ears. The insecurity that you always felt about your skin and appearance seemed to fade away for a moment, and a shy smile spread across your lips. That insecurity, however, gave way to a strange emotion: joy. A spark of happiness crossed your face for the first time, and his eyes lit up. You felt a feeling of warmth spreading through your chest, as if your heart was about to explode with gratitude. You felt seen and appreciated, and that created an intimate bond with the guy who gave you that unexpected compliment.

"Oh…" you whispered, finding no other words. Your mind began to sow doubts, making you wonder if the boy is serious or if it is just a way to joke, just as other had done in the past. The fear of being teased or misunderstood the boy’s intentions made its way into your mind, momentarily clouding the joy you felt. This Neteyam noticed it because of that light that went out with the same speed as it went on.

"Sorry… I’m just not good with words. But I think you’re really very beautiful, but I think that’s something everyone tells you, so you probably think I'm just one of many idiots… Then I go, I don’t want to make you feel any more uncomfortable than I have already done" Neteyam smiled at you shyly as he stood up to leave as you had asked him.

"N-no… they don’t tell me often." You whispered before you stopped him by taking his wrist. He turned to look you in the eye, smiling slightly as he felt your soft touch around his skin.

"Uh no? Too bad, you are the most beautiful Na'vi I have seen so far" you swallowed to his words and smiled shyly, feeling again warmth on the cheeks. You took your hand off his wrist and handed him a small jar covered with a cloth that served as a lid. "Use it before going to sleep and in the morning, it should accelerate the healing process of the wounds" He smiled noticing the shy smile you had made him and carefully took the vase from your hands.

"Thank you-" Before he could finish the sentence, Ao'Nung and Rotxo also entered the Mauri, who were in a bad way, worse than Neteyam.

"What… did you fight each other? Again?" you supposed, approaching Rotxo touching his face, slightly stroking his broken and bleeding cheekbone, passing your hand over his chest. Neteyam looked at you feeling a sense of jealousy being born in him, not yet knowing that Rotxo was just a close family friend, and that you saw him as a brother.

The boy began to talk with your cousin, being silenced immediately thanks to a nod of your hand, making him understand that they had to shut up. "Not a word. Sit there, right now." you said with a slightly more authoritative voice, making the two boys sit down. Neteyam looked at you mesmerized for a second and then took leave with a formal greeting that you reciprocated.

From that first encounter your life was in love crossed with that of Neteyam, he became your good friend and began to discover every little part of you, always interested. He knew you couldn’t stay in the sun too much and often asked you out for a walk or a swim when the eclipse was already in phase, and when he saw you during the sunny hours, he always tried to find a place in the shade for you. If you were sunburning your skin, he had learned to apply a ointment that Ronal always kept available in case the children or you needed it. He knew that your eyesight was poor because of albinism and that you were particularly sensitive to the great sources of light, and even in this case he made sure to shade you with his hands. In addition to these small things that inevitably led you to have a crush on him, the thing that unfortunately led you to spend more time together was the fact that you never back down to fight with anyone who offended you or teased you, therefore it had become a secure presence in the Tsahìk’s Marui.

During that day’s eclipse, as was increasingly the case, Neteyam looked out the window of your part of the marui. "Pss. Ma Oare, do you want to take a ride to the beach?" he asked you gently, making you wince with fright. "Ma 'teyam, one day you’ll make me die doing this" you said, blushing, making him laugh playfully. "I missed you, today I didn’t see you at all" his tragic voice made you laugh innocently, while hiding your smile with your fingers.

"But if you came to pick up Tsireya here this morning, and I greeted you." You replied, still laughing, while Neteyam made sweet eyes at you, not knowing that behind these same eyes there was a deep enchantment for you.

"It’s not the same, come on. Just an hour, then I promise to let you go." He gave you his hand, inviting you to follow him.

"You always say that and then I come home at dawn or when the stars almost finish their cycle with the moons." He laughed at your words nodding, knowing it was true.

"I promise, if you want to go home, I’ll bring you back myself. Just for today, please, ma Oare." You looked him in the eye for a few seconds, before smiling gently and nodding.

"Just because I want to collect new shells, not for you." To your words he smiled, content to be just a walking companion for you.

He waited for you outside the marui, giving you time to change and settle, knowing how insecure you were about your appearance. What you didn’t know was that he always found you charming and perfect, no matter what your hair or clothes were like that day, his eyes in love would always be enchanted by you. When you came down from your home, he was stunned, watching you without speaking, taking some deep breaths before blushing slightly and scratching his neck.

"What’s wrong? Are you okay?" you asked Neteyam, laughing, as you approached him, holding the small bag you used when you went to collect objects or herbs.

Then you start walking towards the beach, while you pick up some shells and beads that were on the shore or in the still warm sand. Neteyam undertook to look for the most beautiful objects to give to you, knowing that your eyesight was not very good and perhaps you would not notice them, inspecting the most perfect shells and the brightest and most colorful beads. He usually hated doing these things, categorically avoiding accompanying his beloved sister Tuk to collect items for jewelry, following her only when she was about to cry or when his sense of elder brother was turned on and worried about the safety of little Tuktirey.

With you was different, he was content to help you and follow you, really trying to find only the best and then give it to you, because he loved to see your shy smile when you saw the small objects he brought you.

Neteyam remained silent, picking up some shells behind you, watching you from time to time, and then finding you both sitting exhausted on wet sand. You soaked your feet in water as you squinted your eyes and bent your head back to watch the sky greet the end of the eclipse, taking long deep breaths, not noticing Neteyam’s eyes on you.

In his eyes, one could perceive a deep admiration. Observe your features with a mixture of awe and respect, while you look up at the stars, reflecting their own light on your skin. He saw your inner and outer beauty, silently loving everything you did; recording in his mind every detail, even the smallest, making it the main object of his attention, as if he wanted to imprint it in his memory. If only you had looked at him, you would have understood how much love he wanted to give you, if only you had understood that his attentions were not only in friendship, the way he took care of you and protected you, all because he had a deep interest in you.

There was also a touch of desire in his eyes, and he was slightly ashamed of that, because he saw you as a pure being. His eyes moved on you with a slight intensity, as if he wanted to discover every aspect of you, even the most hidden, where you hid your desires. His looks lingered on your lips while you were breathing, your eyes turned to the sea or the stars, or any part of you that fascinated him. It was a kind desire, born from the desire to know and approach a person like you that makes his heart beat. He cursed himself when his thoughts were lost in thinking about how nice it would be to have you, to feel your warm skin shaped by his fingers, your whimpers, whiny breaths, and your lips that seemed ever more soft and inviting.

However, the boy made an effort to hide his emotions, keeping a discreet and respectful look at you, because you deserved to be respected. And when your eyes met his, it might seem like he was just looking at randomly, with no particular interest, but underneath that mask was a whirlwind of feelings that kept him awake at night.

"Your father is from one of those stars, isn’t he?" you asked, pointing at some stars that shone less than others. Neteyam’s hand met yours and moved it to a blue star, slightly blurry.

"There, my father comes from there. It’s called earth, it’s a planet like Jupiter, not a star, ma oare." He said, smiling softly, while his hand remained wrapped towards yours, to show you the exact spot of that planet. You looked away from him to the point he was pointing with your hand.

"Earth… what a strange name" you whispered, slightly laughing, observing the strange planet. " Blue? Does that mean it’s full of water, 'Teyam?"

"My father says that once upon a time there were great forests, like those of the Omatikaya clan, but the people of the earth destroyed everything, letting the land die and be covered with water. It is now filled with large iron structures above sea level" he replied, not looking away from your face, noting your slightly glassy eyes.

"Once upon a time? Why would those people do that to their Mother? Eywa would cry if she knew that one of her sisters was treated this way." Your voice was bitter and you tried not to cry at the thought of constructions that replaced the beautiful forests and went to ruin marine life in that way.

Neteyam looked at you with a soft smile, you were so beautiful when you became emotional about things like that, they showed him even more how beautiful and pure your soul was. "Ma oare, don’t think about it. Unfortunately it’s another culture, they didn’t have the same connection that we have with Eywa. For that matter, they all spoke different languages and often fought each other. There is no peace in their soul, because they never approached their Great Mother" You leaned on his shoulder, nodding as he gently stroked your white hair.

"I don’t even want to imagine all that pain… it’s good that your father found peace between us" you whispered, only to feel the little shiver that ran through Neteyam’s skin when you leaned on him.

"Don’t imagine it, think that you live in a place where the Great Mother sees us and protects us…and that you are one of her favorite" he said, as he wrapped an arm around your body, sighing with relief in silence, realizing that you didn’t mind his touch.

Your eyes suddenly stared at him with a fascinating curiosity, as if they wanted to discover every detail of his being. The look was tender, intense and deep, despite being shy and lascivious. All the sun you couldn't take for obvious reasons, he imprisoned it and brought it to you, warming your heart and all your body, cheering up even your darkest days. Despite the great crush on him, you hid your feelings, keeping your eyes discreet and delicate, trying not to reveal too much your true feelings for fear of being misunderstood or rejected even by the only person who understood you so deeply. Whenever your gaze fell on him, you did so with an intense desire to make him understand how special he is to you, hoping to be reciprocated.

Unwittingly you were both waiting for each other, hoping that one of you would come forward first, sharing the same fear. But Neteyam’s heart was beginning to weigh more, after all those months of repressing every single feeling outside of friendship, convinced that you were destined to Rotxo.

"Y/n… May I ask you something?" Neteyam asked suddenly, drawing your attention. You nodded kindly, waiting for his question. "I’ve been here for months, and all the young Na'vi have mated with their mates, I was wondering when you would do it with…Rotxo" An innocent laugh ran from your lips, making your nose curl, while Neteyam watched you not understanding the reason for your laugh.

"Oh, ma Eywa… what makes you think I’ll mate with Rotxo?" you asked with tears in your eyes, caused by loud laughter.

"Well… I-I mean, I’ve seen you guys together all the time, during the meetings at the bonfire he is always near you, plus he brings you food and follows you around… Spending time in the marui where you spend your time" he replied embarrassed as he looked away.

"Yes, because his mother was my mother’s best friend, we grew up together. He is a brother to me, he does what Ao'Nung also does, he takes care of me but we are not paired. For Eywa's sake" Your voice was still amused, not knowing that in the same tone you brought the hope he needed. "Rotxo have a crush on Kiri, don’t you see him looking at her or buzzing around her? It just seemed so obvious. I’m not paired with anyone, my skin is cursed, it scares. The clan thinks I’m descended from one of the sky demons." You whispered as your tone went from amused to sad. You leaned against him again, to avoid his gaze. "I am not a good match for anyone, besides with all my problems inherent in my sensitivity to the sun, people increase rumors about my birth. My mother died in childbirth because of me, while my father ran away immediately after seeing me for the first time." You sighed sadly and then put on a fake smile when you noticed Neteyam’s eyes sorry for you. "Don’t look at me like that. The tsahìk says that I am descended from Eywa herself, so I will give my life to her, no matter if I am not paired. It’s a good thing, I’ll be a woman free from any restraint," you tried to cheer him up, despite your eyes pointing down with a little sadness...?

Neteyam laid a finger under your chin, gently lifting your face, bringing your eyes together "Y/n, listen to me… You are beautiful, full of light both inside and out. Your skin is not cursed, don't think it even for a moment. It's shining just like you, isn’t there one thing about you that might be vaguely similar to that of the sky demons. Ma Eywa… but have you seen yourself? You’re unique, radiant, just perfect. Only a fool would not want to mate with you, they're blind because you are dressed in stars, under your skin the moon lives, believe me, ma oare. You are pure light" Your eyes were enchanted and chained to his, unable to speak. "They should be grateful that Eywa blessed them by sending one of her stars to walk among us. Why can’t you see how damn beautiful you are? You’re so intoxicated with those fake words you can’t even see… Why can’t you see how I fall apart when you look at me with those eyes? Don’t you feel my heart losing beats every time you smile or laugh? Don’t you understand how you can mesmerize me with every single thing you do? Ma Eywa, I would give anything even what I don’t have, just to have you… Can’t you see how much I’m in love with you…?" His loving gaze was a mix of sweetness, desire, adoration and frustration, a subtle invitation to discover and reciprocate those feelings that had come out without him wanting it. Didn’t realize he’d just confessed.

You had spent days and nights fantasizing about possibilities, dreaming about the moment when he would finally find the courage to open up, or when you would. And now, that long-awaited moment had come. Your heart pounded as you listened to the words coming out of the lips of the Na'vi you liked.

A myriad of emotions poured into you like an overwhelming wave. Initially, the surprise took over, as the confidence of the boy had exceeded all expectations, noticing only after the fact that he was not done it on purpose. Then, like a fire that lights up slowly, the euphoria spread into your being. You could not help but smile, feeling an indescribable joy pervade you. Finally, the confirmation that Neteyam had feelings for you, that they weren’t just dreams for you, that your feelings were reciprocated, was a tangible reality now. That uncertainty that tormented you had been dispelled, leaving room for an unprecedented feeling of happiness.

"Neteyam…" you whispered without a voice, and then you saw his jaw stretched out, because he felt like an idiot for saying that.

"Y/n. I-" his voice was full of insecurities, but you could silence him by pressing your lips on his. When your lips touched, a shiver of emotion went through both of you. The feeling was electric, intense and extraordinarily sweet. Before you completely surrender to the kiss, forgetting all that was surrounding you at that moment. Your hands, uncertain before, intertwined gently, seeking support and confirmation of the authenticity of that moment. As your bodies drew closer, they could hear each other’s heartbeats in tune with their own. The fingers of your free hand lay timidly on his neck, while his around your waist. His tail intertwined with yours, wrapping it gently.

Time seemed to suspend, and every other worry or doubt vanished into the irresistible and desperate kiss. The lips moved with grace and passion, needing to be consumed, exploring the unknown and revealing an attraction that had always burned beneath the surface of 'friendship'.

"I waited so long for this…" you whispered, once detached from the kiss, still feeling Neteyam’s warm arm around your body. You looked into each other’s eyes, smiling with dignity, knowing that from that moment on you would walk together, hand in hand, towards a future they had only dared to dream of in their own little.

"I thought you weren’t interested…" You two said at the same time, and then looked at yourself with a mix of shock and disbelief. " I was sending you signals" "I was so obvious!" you said together again, laughing at the synchronized timing.

"Signs? You did not send me signals, and if you did, they were confused, ma Oare," said Neteyam, stroking your hair and moving a lock of hair behind your ear.

"Me? Mixed signals? You weren’t obvious at all. I thought it was just affection, just like with Tsireya, ma 'Teyam." You whispered shyly, before looking down and feeling his finger under your chin again that made you raise your head.

"Y/n, really? Why do you think I took so much care of you? I’ve liked you since day one, ever since I saw you in the crowd, emanating that beautiful light that represents you" He said, looking at you gently, touching your noses. "And all those compliments… Do all the things you asked me to, to accompany you everywhere, I was making you understand that I was choosing you" You blushed, curling your nose.

"Why didn’t you tell me before?" he laughed softly at your question.

"I thought you were paired with Rotxo, and I was afraid I wasn’t to your taste. It would have been enough just to be your friend, if it had been so. But the fact that you belittle yourself and say you’ll never find a partner makes my blood boil again. Because I am here, waiting for you to see me…" his hand slipped on the back of your neck and approached you again to him. "…that you choose me" he whispered on your lips, as his eyes peered at you.

"I-I’ve already chosen you… and I was hoping you’d choose me" you said, whispering, loving that he didn’t use the same tone he used with others with you. Remembering you hated loud noises because of hearing sensitivity.

"I see you, ma Oare," he said, stroking the back of your head. "I see you, ma 'Teeyam" you replied gently. Your eyes stuck on his and then you join again in a kiss.

This time it was more passionate, more carnal. His fingers dug into your skin, feeling your warmth and appropriating your soft flesh as he pulled you over his legs. Shudder at the direct contact with his skin, placing your hands on his neck, clinging to him like a life saver in the middle of the ocean. Neteyam’s tail, though slimmer than yours, wrapped yours with impressive ease, locking it against the sand, making you squeak into his mouth.

Your hands went down his chest, colliding with his sculpted body just as the waves were crashing into the banks around you. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, feeling the need to feel more, to get more out of him. He hoarsely panted inside your mouth, making you smile as you collided your pelvis with his, crawling with little innocence your body on him.

"Ma Eywa… If you keep this up, I don’t know if I can control myself, ma Yawne," he said in an exasperated voice when the kiss stopped.

"I don’t want you to control yourself, 'Teyam… I want to feel you" you bent over his ear to whisper those words, making him more excited than he thought. The way he had imagined this scenario was slightly different, thinking that you were chaste, pure and innocent, but now you were revealing yourself quite differently. A hidden part of you that only he would ever see, and that turned him on.

Neteyam turned his face towards you, again meeting your eyes with curiosity. He bit his lip when he noticed your eyes full of desire. "Hmhm, not here… It’s not the right place, ma yawne." He said first to drop his gaze on your lips and then down to your collarbones, passing his tongue on his lip.

"I want you now, 'Teyam… so much" Your words were needy and eager, you whined before approaching his neck, leaving some kisses and hickeys on the boy’s sensitive skin, making him grunt for pleasure.

Neteyam shivered when you broke away from him, enjoying the sensation of your saliva on his neck. Your pelvis collided again with his, swinging back and forth over his covered intimacy, feeling already so wet and in need of him. "Ma yawne…" he sighed frustrated as his head bent backwards.

The boy’s hands ended up behind his body, supporting his body thanks to the support on the sand, unbalancing himself backwards and contracting his muscles. Your hand landed on his chest, arched your back to press your chest against the boy’s. "Don’t you want me?" You whispered as your lips began a path down his chest, causing him chills. You were tempting him, and he knew it, but he was trying to resist you because he wanted to take you someplace more private, and gently proceed with the act. But it seemed so complicated to him to resist you, while you warmed his cock so needy of him and laid your warm lips all over his body "I need you so much, now" you whispered before passing your tongue over the beginning of his abs. Your hips continued to rub against his, making him feel your needy intimacy and leaving wet spots on his loincloth, not helping him to repress the erection that was being created between his legs.

"Shit! ma yawne…" His hoarse, frustrated voice made you smile maliciously. Your hand fell to the height of his loincloth, starting to play with the top, teasing his skin.

"Please~" Your voice and your movements were damning him, but the way your eyes looked at him now, those were enough to make him feel stiff beneath you.

Neteyam approached you, taking you gently from your neck and then turning your head so that it spoke to your ear.

"Do you know how to do that, baby?" his desperate and eager voice made you shudder as you squinted. " No…" you whispered before biting your lip.

At that moment you felt Neteyam’s other hand resting on your loincloth, casually moving it to the side, rubbing your warm fingers on your pulsating and needy intimacy, feeling already wet for him. " Oh, you’re already so wet for me? what a good girl" He teased you. Your hands grabbed behind him, feeling the first chills creeping up your back, a heat blazing over your lower abdomen and the desperate need to feel something more. You started riding his fingers clumsily, panting for pleasure, carrying your forehead on his shoulder. "Hmhm… that’s right, move your hips more slowly, ma yawne. I am here for you" His voice clashes with your neck, feeling you are even more needy for him, still following the advice he gave you.

Neteyam after a few minutes, took his fingers out of your intimacy, savoring your juice with pleasure.

"You are so sweet even between your legs" You blushed at his compliment, then feel the boy’s hands open your legs and letting them spread over him. One of his hands accompanied you as you sat on his ready-made cock, the red tip and the side vein pulsing with desire. "Slowly…yes, so it’s perfect, baby…oh shit." he said as you came down with a mind-blowing ease on his cock. You only had to stop a couple of times before you took it all, feeling already so full and tired on him, his cock was throbbing inside you, sending electric shocks up your soft and sensitive inner walls.

You whimped over his cock, holding you firmly on his shoulders as your fingernails stuck into his flesh. He admired you, he felt so good inside you, wet and hot while some internal spasms squeezed his cock making him moan with pleasure. His pupils dilated when he noticed your red face and how you looked like a mess right away: your eyes closed but so relaxed because of the pleasure of the new presence, your half-open mouth gasping and trying to welcome as much air as possible, panting so as to hit Neteyam’s ears too careful. It was his definition of heaven, seeing you so fragile and needy of him, it only excited him more.

"You needed me, right? Now ride, ma sa'nutsyìp" His voice contained some mocking tones, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to move right away, but at the same time he was warm and flirty. "I-I can’t…" you sighed, trying to move on his cock, feeling already too much pleasure for small movements. Neteyam’s hands wrapped around your hips, showing you how to ride his cock, enjoying every second of your twitching and whining due to the movements. You didn’t understand if you were feeling him on your stomach or it was just your impression, but you knew that some tears of pleasure turned your sweet face.

Neteyam’s tongue took a few salty drops from your eyes, moaning with satisfaction. Your soft thighs felt so heavy and tired as you rolled over his hot dick, it was hitting the right spots so well. Neteyam’s hands stopped helping you with the motionless, remaining only to guide you from time to time.

Your moans mingled with the sea breeze, the noise of your bodies colliding were muffled by the waves that seemed to get louder and louder, while the faint night light illuminated only slightly your bodies, making the bioluminescent freckles shine in the dark. You felt Neteyam’s soft lips mark your body, listening to your choking moans and whining as your hips clashed vehemently against his cock, trying to get as much pleasure from that warmth that seemed to flare up with eyes pop of skin. You started to tighten his cock with your walls once you felt more confident, making him moan with pleasure and making his grip on your hips tighter.

"Keep it up… you’re doing so well, ma yawne" his voice was broken with pleasure, it excited you to hear him praise you like this, you felt so well above him, with his hands clasping your body, while your nails scratched and pulled the skin of his body. Your legs started shaking, suddenly feeling all your weight, but you couldn’t stop looking for pleasure.

Neteyam put his hands behind your back, making you lie on the sand, with the water that you wet your hair, at that moment he had to get out of your now red pussy and more and more eager. "You were so good, let me take care of you now" he whispered, leaning over your ear, keeping your legs open before grinding his erection between your folds, entering only with the tip, making you whine and pant, eager to feel his presence again. "How much do you want me?" You bit your lip, hearing his words almost growling at you, just feeling more excited. "So much… please" you meowed in heat, eyes still full of tears. Neteyam smiled and then put his weight on his knees, sliding his strong hands along the line of your thighs spread apart to your torso, causing small electric shocks all over your body. One hand stood around your neck, caressing your sensitive skin and pressing lightly, while the other stood around your jaw, pushing his thumb between your lips.

You took his finger between your lips, started sucking and licking it, making him smile as you looked at him with eyes clouded with lust, gently mumbling before it entered you with a single push. Your breath missed to feel its entire length come back in a single blow, arching your back upwards, while a soft groan came out of your throat, and some tears of pleasure came out of your eyes that rolled backwards right after.

He began to grind inside you with a heartbreaking slowness, as your legs tried to close for the too much pleasure it was giving you. "Keep your beautiful legs open for me, baby" Neteyam growled softly as he watched his face reddened and beamed with your fragile body around him.

Your vagina began to tighten and suck Neteyam’s dick, as if to encourage him to move and stop torturing you like this. The rapidity with which he stuck your hands over your head when she saw you were going to touch your clitoris was amazing. You missed his hand around your neck, but getting your hands locked over your head while he forced you to keep your legs open was another form of excitement. "Good girl" he said sensually, as he began to speed up the thrusts, hitting where you felt most needed, grunting when your walls welcomed him particularly well.

When he realized where your g-spot was, he started hammering continuously at that point as his tail let yours loose just to start tickling and stimulating your clitoris as you wished. Your little desperate screams and the way you moaned his name, crying again as an outlet for all the pleasure that accumulated in you.

The freckles in Neteyam’s chest made you bite your lip with frustration, wanting to touch every inch of his body, exciting you at every contraction of his chest or abdomen. You manage to slightly scratch his hands, until he twisted your fingers, gently tightening the grip, continuing the thrusts until you both reach the coveted orgasm. He poured into you with a hoarse and deep groan, catching in his mouth your orgasm, eating your lips with a passionate kiss. He left his grip on your hands and laid his own on the sides of your body, on the wet sand. Your hands scratched his back, dragging your fingers up to his shoulders, then latched onto his braids to find comfort after orgasm.

Your ogasm was still dripping on his dick, mixing with his hot cum, while he continued to sink and grind inside you, feeling as your already too sensitive walls welcomed him and warmed his dick even more. Your moaning and whining did nothing but excite Neteyam even more, who took you from hips and brought you back above him, letting your legs rest on the sides of his pelvis. The boy’s hands explored with adoration every inch of your body, helping you ride him again and give you the pleasure you wanted after orgasm, while one of his hands found place in your hair. He squeezed your grip and pulled them back slightly, just to get you off his lips, as a line of saliva joined you, his wet kisses fell down to your neck, where he immediately began to brand every clean inch of your skin again. "You look so beautiful with my marks on, ma oare"

You squinted, moving on his still-pounding dick. "Oh, my good girl" he whispered raucously, while his free hand went to caress your back, passing your fingertips all along your spine, making you shiver "You have no idea what you’re doing to me…" You didn’t understand why, but those words turned you on, and he knew you needed them, especially because you showed this pleasure by holding his dick.

Your breaths got heavier as your fluids lubed up for your hops, feeling better and better at rolling your hips over him as Neteyam moaned and growled because of the excessive pleasure you were giving yourself. You came to the point of cumming again, and again you didn’t move away from his cock, leaving it comfortably inside you as you sat on his chest.

You breathed hard on his chest, your face was still red and you let yourself be pampered by the arms of Neteyam and the delicacy in which he touched your hair or your overstimulated body. "You were so good, ma y/n" he whispered, accompanying his words to the sound of the sea waves. "Now you’re mine…" he said, leaving a sweet kiss on your head.

You closed your eyes, taking long breaths as you listened to his heartbeat against your ear, smiling softly. Your fingers were drawing on her chest, wanting to be stuck in that moment forever.

"Are you okay? Is everything okay, y/n?" he said, looking down at you, taking your hand and kissing your back, making you look up.

"Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. That was great… I was just thinking," you stopped and bit your lip. " What were you thinking?" he asked nicely.

"Umh… well, now we are, I mean, emh.." you blushed as you searched for the right words and hid on his chest.

"Mate, I’m yours y/n. If you want me, I’m yours." His hand caressed your back, as he smiled kindly at you.

"M-mated? Are you serious? I mean, I like the idea, but aren’t you afraid that people will judge you? or-" he stopped you with a frustrated sigh.

"Hmhm,but we will make Tsaheylu in a more special, more romantic and perfect way, you deserve only the best. To be honest? I’m more afraid of losing you, no matter what they say about me. I’d like to hold you like this every day, make you smile like a child, make you feel loved like you deserve, protect you from everyone and take care of the splendor you are. And Eywa will forgive me, but I would like to hear forever those sweet sounds you make when I’m inside you. Hearing you call my name, seeing your most lustful side, feeling your hands digging into my skin and then seeing the results of our love on our skin. Let me be the person who will stand beside you for eternity," Neteyam said, caressing your body, letting you feel his warmth as you shuddered under his gentle touch.

"What if… what if our children come out cursed like me? They’ll go through what I’ve been through, don’t you mind having children different from others?" you asked with fear.

"If Eywa blesses us with beautiful children who look like you, I will love them the same, if not more. I would love our children regardless of their color, and teach them to love their particularities. One day they will find a person who, like me, has fallen in love with their inner and outer beauty" he said with confidence, making you laugh softly. "Seriously, they wouldn’t be cursed. You are not cursed, y/n, you are pure light and I am so honored to have you only for me" Your eyes met again.

"I love you, ma y/n. With all my heart and soul, and I'll make you love yourself, I promise you."

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Notes II:

I hope you enjoyed this one shot. I wanted to write it for a long time now and I’m glad I finally managed to write it. <3

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-Mel

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[lovetei]

Wassup my children I came back with the(ir) milk :b

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MC and their boy toys or the characters with a toxic MC

Warnings: Wrong use of car, smut, wrong grammar, wrong spellings, overstimulation, orgasm denial, semi-public, the reader is Implied to have a strap or a disco stick but not specified, bottom characters, not choking but air deprivation

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

He is one of the most regal personalities in the whole of Hell

So thinking that he would be submissive, to a human at worst, will not even cross a normal demons mind

But that does not stop him from falling into your alluring spell now

Being ready to please and even walk on all fours just for his favorite human behind closed doors

You slammed the door open and when Lucifer heard that familiar entrance he just can't help but stand up from his seat out of instinct "I-Is there something wrong..?" He stuttered out, getting too excited knowing what will come next.

You wasted no time, closing and locking the door immidiately and making your way into his desk. Carrying him and slamming him into his own desk before you buried your tongue down his throat.

You ripped his shirt open and exposed his neck before you buried your teeth in it, leaving the beautiful marks he will treasure every morning in front of the mirror.

"M-My love... Please answer my question-" He begged just to got quite down when your hands gripped his cheeks "Shut the fuck up now, since when did I let you talk without permission?" He gulped at your response, a twisted feeling of lust rising up his stomach.

MAMMON

People knows how much Mammon treasures his previous cars

Not even letting his brothers use it and only driving it when going into casinos saying that it brings him luck when he do so

But that's not what MC knows when he made Mammon drive that car in a hidden spot inside a forest almost every night.

"S-SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCKK FUCK B-BABY PLEASE!~" His moans grew louder and louder as your pace went faster and faster, moving yourself up and down his already bruised hips.

"W-Wait pl-ease!~" With that final phrase his hips bucked up meeting yours with his third release for the night.

"NOoO PLEaSE, STOP STOP STop stop!" He continued to beg as his sobbed interrupted with his speech after he noticed that you're still not stopping.

LEVIATHAN

He locks himself up for three reason, that's what he tell everyone and he refuses to elaborate

But what the people know is that one of the reasons is that he doesn't like to socialize

Another reason is because of his obsession with his anime and games

But the third reason remained unknown for everyone else except for you and Levi

"N-NO I-I'M NOT IGNoriNG YoU MASTER!" His speech slurred as his legs that is placed on your shoulders shook violently as you repeatedly abused his hole with that new toy you got.

He knows his begging is not working when he felt the vibration get more stronger "AH HAH FUCK FUCK fUcK PLeaSE!" drool seeped out the side of his lips as he tried to refrain his hips from pushing the toy deeper.

"I C-CAME! MANY! MANY!" He repeated over and over again as his brain started to shut down out of all the stimulation he have been feeling since earlier.

SATAN

Satan loves the library like it's his own child

He likes the smell of old books

And the quietness inside

Of course, he loves the activities you do inside of it too.

You removed your lips off of his cock making a lewd pop sound before saying "Keep your mouth shut." as you smirked while looking at the poor blonde who's legs are on your shoulders and his hand covering his mouth so obediently.

His eyes are starting to cross as he nod his head obediently. You took him in back to your mouth making him arch his back "N-NoOo! Cum-CumMING!" with that his hips bucked forward, pushing himself deeper down your throat.

You looked up at him as you swallowed his load "Hah! HAH! U-Ugh F-FUck!" He won't stop panting as he gripped the shelves behind him as if his life depends on it before his tears went down "T-Too much!"

ASMODEUS

People always wondered why the social butterfly Asmo started renting private rooms in the club when he's with MC

Maybe

If they turned their music down a little

And stick their head on the door of the private room, they will now.

"A-AH! So GOooOD!" His voice cracked as you ride his cock, even faster than before right after he came.

How many rounds has it been? Three, five? He doesn't remember anymore. All he remembers is that you bent him up and started riding him like the complete slut he is for you.

His loud moans that matches the rhythm of your pace is such a beautiful melody "T-TreAT Me SH-SHOooO goOod!" His speech slurred as his hips moved upwards because of another orgasm.

BEELZEBUB

Beel I known for the emotionless expression he wears everytime

But this class is different

He seemed disturb and hot? Looks like he's bothered...

You made Beel sit in the back with you for two reason, one is because you already know the lesson and two because you wanted to see how long he can keep that expression while you're jerking him off under the table.

"U-Uh..." Is all he can muster up as his legs shook after all the orgasm denial you gave him, you can't let him stain the table with cum now can you?

Right when he started twitching, you moved your hands up and down even faster and stopped it right on the edge again but surprisingly he grabbed your hand and refused to let your hand off his dick.

Guiding your hand to continue moving.

BELPHEGOR

They thought you simply forgive Belphegor for the crime he did

For killing you

But what they didn't know is that you're making him experience it too.

You grabbed him by the hair and lifted his head up from getting buried in a pillow "H-HWAH!" He panted, finally breathing the air you deprived him off earlier.

Right after he started panting, wails and cries escaped him as you pound his ass "S-SHIT! MC!" He managed to scream between sobbs as he felt how his ass is already bruising from how long you've been fucking him.

"I-I'm SO SORry!" His back arched as he shoot another load, adding to the puddle of cum bellow him and yet you never stopped "PLeaSe S-Low DOWN ATleAst!" He wailed before you pushed his head back to the pillow.

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#obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me crack #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[rosyjn]

Can I request Jake fucking the kids baby siter?

(Neytiri is like death because in this house we hate cheating)

alr alr 🙏

warnings: tsaheylu, creampie, legal age gap

Smut warning ⛔️!! MDNI

“C’mere,” Jake coos. Eclipse has passed already, you put the kids to sleep hours ago. You peek into their tent, watching all 4 of them sleep. A snore leaves Lo’ak’s mouth, but none of them budge. The sky is dark, the bioluminescence and moons of Pandora illuminate it dimly. The blue and purple lights cast nightly shadows across the village. Jake leans against a tree, watching you check on his children.

“Coming-“ You nod, scurrying over to him. The ground momentarily lights up with your footsteps.

“Y’know how much ya do for me?” he lowly chuckles, rubbing his head. “I dunno what I’d do without ya,” his leg moves a little, and the muscles in his thighs flex for a second.

“Oh, it’s- really no problem, sir,” you assure him, lowering your head in respect. The beads in your hair make little clinking noises as some strands swoop in front of your face.

“Walk with me,” he makes a gesture with his hand and turns towards the forest, his head still facing you. You quickly hasten to him, getting next to him as your steps align. He’s so much bigger, taller, and stronger than you. The jungle of Pandora is your favorite. At night, it’s even more beautiful. In fact, you don’t know how this little coincidence happened- being alone with the mighty Olo’eyktan in the most beautiful spot. “You’ve got no clue how much I owe ya,” he croons, looking at the ground as you two wander deeper into the forest, walking on a hunting path.

“I promise, it’s nothing-“ you laugh, momentarily stopping as Jake spots a fallen log in the distance. It’s wrapped in glowing, purple vines that connect to the rest of the vegetation. He grabs your hand and you jump for a second, and he leads you off the path. His grip on you is tight- almost hurting you.

“What are you doing?” you ask, eyes dilating and ears perking up. He almost melts at the way you look at him, it’s adorable. He jumps over to the log, sitting on it. His legs are spread wide and he still holds your hand. You stand in front of him, watching him gaze up at you.

“Sit,” he says. You move to the side, turning your body to place it on the log. Jake suddenly grabs your hips and manhandles them. “No, not there. On me,” he demands. The sudden change of demeanor scares you into submission. You immediately plop your ass down onto his thick thigh, your knees knocking together in the space between his legs.

“Gotta tell you..“ his voice grows soft again, after he sees how nervous you are. “..I think ‘bout ya all the time. The way you…” he pauses, losing himself in thought.

“Mr. Sully, I-“ your cheeks change color with embarrassment. “This isn’t appropriate, sir” you tell him, standing up off of his lap.

“Sit back down,” he immediately grabs you again, roughly adjusting your body to sit back in his lap, forcing you to straddle him. You gasp, feeling his warm, muscled body against yours. Somehow, the friction through your loincloth activates something. Maybe it was the way he grabbed you, or the way he looked at you. Whatever it was, your heat enters the picture. You feel like there are butterflies in your stomach- in the most arousing way possible. “Call me Jake,” he says.

“Yes, Jake,” you reply.

“What I was saying is, you’re so fuckin’ good at what ya do. Takin care of my kids,” his hand slides up and down your body, making you shudder. “You look good doin’ it too,” he remarks. “So responsible, so pretty, so smart..” he continues, moving a strand of hair out of your face. He has never been this close to you, and he’s watching your face and body closely, to absorb every little detail that he never got the opportunity to see.

“Jake..” you whisper, pressing your face against his. He warmly accepts it, surprised that you’re reciprocating.

“C’mon, you’re killin’ me,” he groans, blood rushing to his cock faster and faster. “Please, tell me I can do it,” his hand grabs your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh.

“Do what?,” your back arches at the feeling of him.

“You know what,” he holds your body close to his with one hand, reaching for his queue with the other. You pull your face away for a second. You remain straddled around him as the tendrils of his kuru eagerly wiggle. You nod, reaching for your braid and holding it up to him. “Ready?” he asks.

“Yes,” you’re stuck in the lust. But now, you’re mating with Toruk Makto, the legendary war hero. He desperately connects your queue to his, and the sensation makes you whimper a little. An electric feeling shoots through your body, and you grab onto his shoulders desperately. Jake lowers his head, his breath hitching with pleasure. You immediately reach down for his loincloth, overcome with arousal.

“That’s it,” he growls, watching you untie his loincloth and push it away. His cock springs out at you: hard and hot. His lips press against yours, his tongue roughly invading your mouth. You kiss him back hungrily. You continue making out with him, your wet cunt soaking through your garment. Jake pushes the fabric of your loincloth to the side, discreetly moving you. He tries to position you over his dick. You follow the way he guides you, positioning your wet entrance over his tip.

“Need you to help me,” you whisper.

“I gotcha,” he reaches for your hips, slowly pushing you down onto his length. The whole time, he’s paying attention to the way you react: how you clench, how your face moves, the arch in your back, and the way your muscles clamp around his girth.

“Mmph!” you yelp as his dick penetrates you further and further. He hisses, watching how your tight cunt takes him in. You arch your back, letting him hit that spongy spot. It provokes a moan from the both of you, his tip hitting a new angle.

“Fuck,” he groans. “So tight, relax for me,”

“Oh..” you try to catch your breath, breathing in through your nose. You try to make your inhales timely and consistent. Trying your best to relax.

“You got no idea how long I’ve been wanted to do this to you,” he says in your ear, pushing your hips all the way down until his cock bottoms out inside of you. Your folds brush against his pubic area as he tightly holds you down, feeling your pussy to the fullest. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, planting lazy kisses on it while you’re there. “Can you do something?” he asks, holding and controlling your hips. He bounces you slowly up and down his length.

“Anything,” you let him kiss your head briefly.

“Tell me you want me, that ya need me,” he talks in your ear, sending shivers through your body. Your queues remain tightly connected.

“I want you, I need you,” you submit immediately, picking your head up and closing your eyes in pleasure.

“Fuckkk..” he bucks his hips up into you, making a regular paced thrust as you hold onto him desperately. Your heat swallows him desperately. Your walls feel every single vein and throb. You two fuck like animals- your bodies are moving together and the forest fills with the noises of skin slapping, squelching, moaning, and the little chitters of the Pandoran creatures of night. Your stomach coils in pleasure. Jake’s abs grow shiny with a sheen of sweat as he thrusts into you from under.

“Close?” you whimper, already feeling yourself clamp and squeeze on his girth.

“Yeah, gonna milk me dry?” he teases.

“Yes!” you arch your back even further, immersed in pleasure. Jake chuckles.

His thrusts grow erratic and rough as he chases his orgasm. You wrap your arms around him and bury your head into his neck again. Your body bounces with every rut and you moan and blabber incoherent gibberish as your body reaches the height of its pleasure. When your climax finally washes over you, electric pleasure shoots through your body, running through your kuru and forcing Jake to spill his load. His hot, thick seed shoots into you. You’re surprised by the amount. He spurts his cum over and over again, little drops dripping out of your full pussy as he groans and throws his head back.

“Haven’t came like this before,” he remarks, pulling out of you with a squelching noise and watching his semen trickle out. You stay holding on to him, still recovering from the sex. The tendrils of your queue remain tightly fastened to Jake’s.

“What are we gonna tell them?” you pant, staring off into space.

“Tell who, sweetheart?” Jake coos, rubbing your back.

“The kids,” you look up into his eyes and he pushes the baby hairs out of your face.

“I’ll tell em you’re their mama,” he coos, kissing your forehead.

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[kentocidal]

the betrothal.

users: rex lapis x fem!reader

warning! this file has been corrupted! do not open! yandere!rex lapis, violence, description of a dead body, death of an unnamed character, power imbalance, age gap, pre-canon, like many years pre-canon, historical inaccuracies, ask to tag.

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“huh?”

you stood completely rigid in the elaborate dining hall of the large house that was not your own, your father’s hand on the small of your back, keeping you from running.

you turned your head to look up at him, blinking and feeling your chest go tight as he laughed awkwardly at your reaction to his statement. “darling, i’m sure you heard me. this is your betrothed.”

“but… what? i never…” you looked straight ahead again, at the man in front of you who was surrounded by his parents and a handful of guards, a sweet and tender smile on his face as he looked you over like you were furniture and not a person. your father patted your back to try and encourage you to step forward, but you stayed planted firmly in your spot next to him.

“honey, i know you remember me explaining this to you.” your father’s lips were near your ear as he mumbled to you, sighing. “if you didn’t find a husband, i would find one for you. i told you this.”

something inside of you twisted. something deep, carnal, dark. this was wrong.

you had known from the moment you came of age that something… something bigger was meant for you. your archon had called to you from the moment you first learned of him and his existence. his voice traveled through the echoes in the stone forest, telling you exactly where the good footholds were to ensure you wouldn’t fall. he made you feel lucky – it felt like you never tripped over stones or the boards in liyue harbor that other people stumbled over. you always had just the right amount of mora in your coin purse whenever you were hungry or thirsty or saw a brand new yukata in a deep brown and black that fit just right, no alterations needed. you felt blessed, felt that your calling was to be a handmaid to the archon, to his temple, keep yourself holy…

and your father was having none of it.

he had told you for the past six months that you were delusional, that you needed to focus on growing up and marrying off and bearing children to carry on your bloodline. you were the only daughter; your mother never produced a son before she passed. it was up to you, but you were not willing.

you felt your eyes start to well with tears and a scratchy lump settle in the back of your throat as you looked at this man, this stranger in front of you, and bowed slightly to him.

“pleasure to meet you,” came your meek, timid voice, shrouded in anger, panic, betrayal.

your betrothed smiled at your submissive stature, chuckling to himself and reaching to take one of your hands to press a kiss to the back of it. “the pleasure is mine. come, have dinner with us. please. it would make me so happy to feed you.”

and you went, because you had to. and you broke bread with this stranger, with this family that you were becoming forced to be a part of. this marriage would come sooner rather than later, and the idea of giving up your beliefs to make this man happy tore at you.

you could hardly eat the meal prepped for you, though it smelled delicious and looked divine. fresh pheasant and vegetables from a garden outside… you felt like you were going to be sick instead. 

you forced some rice down your throat before standing and saying you had a headache, urging to be escorted home by your father. he did not wish to oblige, but your betrothed – what was his name again? – was kind enough to excuse you both early. it felt like one of the blessings your archon was bestowing upon you. he had to understand that this was not for you.

the walk home was dark and filled with your father speaking down to you about the disgrace you had brought to the family, how it was not in the bloodline to become a priest of any kind. you swallowed, and simply turned down the opposite fork in the road towards one of the statues of your archon, refusing to listen to the shouts of your father who demanded you return to him at once.

you instead slipped underneath the roof of the small lean-to temple, fussing about to get incense lit and leave mora in the plate before taking your place on your knees in front of the statue, hands folded in your lap after smoothing out the fabric there. the heady scent of incense filled your head and soothed your worries almost immediately, a brush of wind guiding stray hairs from your face, almost like a hand brushing them away.

you bit your lip before speaking into the wind, already feeling the lump in your throat start to shift and loosen, a fresh swath of tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “this isn’t what is supposed to happen, is it?”

silence in the wind. it feels still, suddenly. you hiccup.

“i’m supposed to be guided by you, am i not? you have always guided me to do the right thing, always ensured good things happen to me. if this is true… why do i feel so empty? why does this feel wrong?”

a rustle in the trees. you sniffle and shift closer to the base of the statue, tipping your face up to look at the hooded figure sitting far above your head. you wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand. “i just need an answer. please. i don’t… think i ever want to be married. if there’s a way to escape this, something, anything, please… help me.” 

you cried. you felt like you were in mourning. you felt so empty, so alone. for the very first time in your life. you felt like your archon’s eyes were not on you.

you stood up and dropped more mora in the plate, all that you had in your coin purse, more than you remember packing, before slipping off into the night.

you cried yourself to sleep in your childhood home, curled up tightly until the early morning when you rose to hear liyue in a commotion, groups of footsteps outside your door and running along the trails leading towards the harbor. it was unusually busy as you gathered yourself for the day and hurried to follow the crowd.

it seemed to part for you, people looking over their shoulders to find you and immediately bowing out of your way to let you through. you briefly wondered if news of your engagement made its way through the city already, that the girl who was the archon’s most devoted follower was leaving the fold to be married circulated enough to embarrass you, but you soon discovered this was not the case. 

instead, you joined the crowd in the center of the city where the archon himself had descended upon the people, holding a limp body in his arms, a long dragon tail flicking at the sight of you. you swallowed and almost felt a scream bubble up, but nothing came. 

you stared into the yellow eyes of rex lapis and watched the fire melt away into the eyes of a simple man. he dropped the bleeding body from his arms to the boardwalk of the harbor. it landed with a sickening crack, splattering blood and practically bouncing. the head of the man turned in a disgusting way, and you recognized the face of your betrothed immediately.

in a short moment the archon had stepped over the body of the man you had broken bread with and approached you, holding out a blood coated hand.

“there you are.” his voice was deep, booming, raspy. almost inhuman. his tail flicked under his robes and you could tell his hood was concealing horns that wrapped around pointed ears.

“what have you done?” was your initial reaction, one that you regretted immediately, because the face of your archon hardened like the stones he created in his wake.

“i am answering your prayers, precious one. did you not cry for me to help you? did you not beg on your knees to be saved from this responsibility?” rex lapis cast a glance over his shoulder to the body of the man that was still seeping blood into the wood planks of the harbor. “he was nothing. cursed to a life of solitude. i am relieving you. where is my thanks?”

you shook as you stared at his outstretched hand, large and wet with blood and claws long enough to rip your heart out.

you stared hard at him for a moment as the pieces that had been handed to you one by one by him throughout your life snapped neatly into place, and you felt like your very essence was being pulled in towards him as your smaller hand pressed into his.he smiled at you, a slight grin, knowing and wise, and his eyes seemed to crackle with a sickness you would pretend wasn’t there as he pulled you towards his chest. “you were made for me, my gem. only for me.”

#rex lapis x reader #zhongli x reader #yandere zhongli x reader #yandere!zhongli #corrupted file name: morax's priestess #<<< au tag to block #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #zhongli.txt #yandere.txt #woodrow.txt #yippee yippeeeee #posts where the target audience is me and me only

[waffowo]

While Donna Noble will always be my favourite companion in NuWho, Clara will always be the most multi-faceted and complex (as of now). I think that a lot of divisiveness surrounding Clara stems from 5 common criticisms:

1. Clara’s characterisation in 7B and how Moffat treats her mostly as a mystery box first and character second.

2. The length of Clara’s tenure and how some may have been fatigued due to the many times “she should have left.”

3. The emphasis on Clara’s flaws in Series 8 and how it kind of paints her as unlikable over her Series 7B depiction as at least kind.

4. Clara’s departure in Hell Bent as something that ruins her ending in Face The Raven.

5. The belief of Clara as the most important character in the Doctors life inherently devaluing other companions.

I think while I can understand the reasons leading up to these criticisms, I also think that it does help to look back throughout the Moffat and RTD era as it does help explain a lot of these points imo.

Actually, the character Clara most prominently echoes is Rose. Rose, like Clara, helped the Doctor through a time of extreme emotional vulnerability (for 9th, Time War trauma) and developed a relationship of co-dependency with him (as 10th) which never really went away even after Doomsday. Clara had the luxury of time however, and has undergone more events with the Doctor (Impossible Girl, Trenzalore, 50th Anniversary etc) but also how 12th was undergoing an extreme identity crisis of figuring out whether he’s a good man post-Trenzalore and saving Gallifrey. Clara was the one who facilitated his character growth through the turbulence of the arc in instances like Dark Water, Death In Heaven, Mummy on The Orient Express, Kill The Moon, Last Christmas etc and would naturally result in the Doctor developing an extremely unhealthy reliance on Clara as being his “carer,” his anchor to being The Doctor (refer to her whole “Be A Doctor” spiel in the 50th Anniversary). Series 9 already heavily implied the Doctor’s willingness to engage with destructive measures by choosing to separate Clara and The Doctor almost every episode (Magicians Apprentice/Witch’s Familiar) as the stakes rose and cumulated in Face The Raven.

RTD has also once said when paying tribute to Moffat:

“And nestling at the heart of the show is Doctor Who's very own problem category, the Companion, a title inherently subordinate to the Man. Until Clara comes along!”

Imo, while poorly phrased, I think does also hit another nail on the head to explain how Clara can be so compelling to someone like me but also extremely polarising. RTD is talking less about the companion being “weaker” or “submissive” but how Clara is the NuWho companion that wishes to obliterate the boundaries between the power dynamic of companion/doctor. Series 8 for instances plays on the recurring motif of, “Do as you are told” which the Doctor firstly uses to threaten Clara to keep her safe. However, Clara actively retaliates by parroting the phrase back in an attempt to attain parity. This escalates to the events of Dark Water where she attempts to maintain control of her circumstances by forcing the Doctor to be on equal ground with her. What is so fascinating is that Clara while changing and emulating more of the Doctor’s heroism, she equally begins to absorb his flaws which intensify throughout Series 8-9. Clara becomes more deceitful, egotistical, reckless and cunning as she begins to become more and more like him. The means she lies to Danny, her ability to think more and more like him.

However, what people (fans and haters) also ignore is how nuanced the circumstances are. While Clara’s flaws become more heightened, it is also a fact that she wants to be like the Doctor because of his kindness and heroism. Episodes like Robots of Sherwood, Last Christmas or even Rings of Akhten reveal a lot about how Clara reveres the Doctor as a mythic and heroic figure. Clara’s attitudes towards the children in Forest Of The Night, Name Of The Doctor and Into The Dalek reveal that in spite of her ego and selfishness, she is someone who desires to help people. Thus, her desire to become the Doctor becomes more explainable. What a lot of people can’t really accept is that she can be both egotistical, reckless and kind at once. Her actions in Face The Raven were driven out of the fact that it came from a place of ignorance and impulsiveness (not stupidity, the Doctor would do something similar, it’s just that Clara did not have all the clues) in what she believed would be what the Doctor would do and that she was confident she could match the trickery of the Doctor, and yet it was also driven by her compassion towards Rigsby and her while impulsive, sincere desire to save her friend.

Clara is punished because of this, she forgets that she’s far too human. The Doctor is less breakable. She pays for it and as Ashildr says in Hell Bent:

“She died for who she was and who she loved. She fell where she stood. It was sad. And it was beautiful.”

She died due to her physical fragility, her ego, her ignorance, her impulsiveness/recklessness and yet she also died because she was too brave, she died like the Doctor, who she loved (literally look at how her arms were outstretched as though she was mid-regeneration and how the black smoke parallels the orange glow of regeneration). However, this leads to the fourth main criticism I prior stated, so how does one answer that in relation to her character?

The answer is what Clara does and what the Doctor says towards the end of Hell Bent. Clara after being extracted and is with the Doctor in the TARDIS, spies on him because she is instantly suspicious of his erratic behaviour. Again, Clara shows how much she has become like him, she immediately picks up that he is hiding something because she has begun to think like him. Of course, the Doctor was planning on wiping Clara’s memories similar to what he did to Donna. But what does Clara do? She immediately reverse the polarity of the device that the Doctor was going to use on her and challenges the Doctors actions. Clara states:

“Tomorrow’s promised to no one, Doctor. But I insist upon my past. I am entitled to that. It’s mine.”

Clara’s language indicates her assertiveness and also a kind of last hurrah in her game of parity. She is refusing to submit to the narrative of being reduced to merely a companion that the Doctor moves away from. But more importantly, the Doctor after pressing the device and is losing his memory, states:

“Run like hell because you always need to. Laugh at everything, because it’s always funny (…) Never be cruel and never be cowardly. And if you ever are, always make amends (…) Never eat pears. They’re too squishy. And they always make your chin wet. That one’s quite important. Write it down.”

I think on initial viewing when the show was airing, this wouldn’t make much sense but this really shows the crux of how Hell Bent completes Clara’s arc and the necessity of her resurrection. In Face The Raven, the Doctor tells Clara that she’s more breakable as she questions why she can’t be as reckless as him. However, now the Doctor is instead telling her what would later be repeated in Twice Upon A Time, his regeneration speech. In his eyes, Clara has succeeded in graduating from the Magicians Apprentice and into becoming the Magician herself. He’s instructing her how to properly be The Doctor. As I said, Clara was also motivated by her desire to be kind when she engaged in her reckless gambit but what is so wrong about the desire to be kind? And why should Clara be punished for it? Thus, while Clara MUST die, her final act of kindness at the end of her arc enables the Universe to allow for Clara’s final transformation into the Doctor.

Clara is still dead, it is an unchanged historical event. However, to challenge the status quo and allow for Clara’s ascension, Clara becomes a fairy tale herself. Her body is caught in a permanent form of stasis, signalling her departure from the limits of her physicality (subverting her physical fragility) but also as seen through her last words to the Doctor:

“You said memories become stories when we forget them. Maybe some of them become songs.”

Clara has successfully become what she admired, a myth, a fable. She has become a symbol in a story, a story that would go on to have an infinite number of other stories. She has become the leaf she raises to the monster in the Rings of Akhten, she sails off into narrative ambiguity but also infinity. Clara is so polarising because she challenges the definition of what it means to be The Doctor on a pure metatextual level. It’s a logical progression from the introspection of the question from the Doctor himself in Series 8. To want to resist, I argue, is natural.

I could explore further about her adrenaline addiction in Mummy On The Orient Express or these traits I raised explored in Flatline which I may do another day, but I hope I have provided a new perspective on Clara Oswald.

#clara oswald #jenna coleman #peter capaldi #doctor who #dw series 9 #doctor who analysis #character analysis #dw series 8 #Steven Moffat #rtd #twelfth doctor #doctor who meta

[diacripticcomplex]

The 3 young boys played within the hallways of the dark castle. “I found you!” Cheered a spunky red headed boy, his vibrant green eyes gleamed as he won the game finding both of his brothers during their game of hide and seek. “No fair, you had your eyes open!” The purple haired boy cried out. “No he didn’t, I was watching him.” The other light redheaded boy defended. “Whatever you both suck at this game regardless, you both kept giggling, let’s go catch bats” he told his brothers, they both agreed and off they went.

“Eh..? Who’s that.?” The boys stopped in their tracks and noticed a beautiful young girl who looked about the same age as them with locks of platinum blonde hair on the ground in the middle of the courtyard. The redheaded boy approached but his two brothers quickly held him back. “No Ayato don’t go near her, she might be a trap.” Laito expressed. “Do you smell that?” Kanato asked, all three of them sniffed the air. “She doesn’t smell like a vampire…what is she?” He asked again. A sudden commotion was heard causing all 3 boys to turn around, there stood Reiji and Shu along side their mother Beatrix, she pointed in the direction of the girl to the guards.

“Hey Reiji what’s going on??” Ayato ran up to Reiji. “I’m unsure, however we will be taking her inside the castle to question her.” He stated. “That’s so stupid, she’s a human probably from the village.” Shu commented. “If that’s the case we should rid ourselves of her as soon as possible” Reiji remarked back, the tension between these two brothers was intense.

The young girl was taken inside the castle’s infirmary, her wounds were being treated. The Vampire King Karl Heinz came to see her, a smirk on his face as he cupped her cheek. “Eve, my sons are in your hands.” He whispered to the girl, kissed her forehead then walked out the room. “Karl, who’s the little girl? Don’t tell me she’s one of your illegitimate children” Cordelia, Karl’s first wife questioned. “No she’s not my child, she’s here for my sons” he told her. “A plaything for my sons?! I will not allow that, I don’t want a filthy low born human scum next to my perfect Ayato, he will be the leader after you he needs a better comrade” she stated, Karl did not say a word he simply grabbed his wife’s face and kissed her lips, sending her into a submissive trance.

The young girl woke up from her slumber to see a bright red headed boy with vibrant green eyes starring down at her. “Who are you?? Are you a spy??” He said, crawling on top of her. “Ow! Hey, get off of me!” She yelled out. “No! Not until you tell me who you are and what you’re doing here!” He shouted back at her. “My name is Yui Komori, I don’t even know where I am, I just got lost and ended up in a forest, who are you??” She explained herself then asked him. “My name is Ayato, you’re in my house” Ayato stated then got off of her. Yui tried getting up but her wounds hurt very badly and prevented her from fully getting off the bed. “You’re injured pretty badly, everytime I get hurt I heal very fast but that’s because I’m the best” he said to her, this caused her to laugh a bit. “Say Ayato, are your parents home? I have to go home to my father.” She expressed. “I don’t know , I can look around and ask” he tells her, and then leaves the front door to search.

“Are you from the village below?” A blonde haired boy asked, he looked a bit older than Ayato and his attire was that of a prince. Yui shook her head, “I don’t think I am, I’m not entirely sure though” she said to him honestly. “I..I have a friend who lives in that village, maybe he might know something about a missing village girl..you shouldn’t stay here we’re not from the same worlds.” He hesitated as he spoke. “I’m not sure I am from your friend’s village I grew up in a church..why are we from different worlds?” she explained, then asked. “It doesn’t matter now..I’m Shu, what’s your name?” He asked, Yui told him her name, and the two had a brief conversation about Ayato, she found out they were half siblings and that 6 young boys lived here in total. “Ayato said he would look for your parents to discuss a possible way of contacting my father so that I can go home.” She expressed. “You won’t survive here, mortal.” A young boy with raven hair and glasses proclaimed. “Reiji..don’t say those things” Shu replied back at this. “I’m simply stating the truth, just put a pillow over her head and be done with it” he said, taking a pillow. “Hey Yui, you’re going to have to run, go find Ayato he will help you” Shu stated, his voice was somewhat shaky but serious. Yui tried her best to get up, and make a run for it adrenaline got to her.

The beautiful young girl ran though the hallways of the dark castle and bumped into a boy, with white snow hair and blood red eyes. “Please help me!” She cried to him. “Why would I help you..? I can’t help anyone..get away from me you wreak” he pushed her down. “I’m not your savior” he said. But she got up again and pleaded again, he pushed her down again. “Get away from me!” He shouted. “Subaru…my love what’s wrong?” A voice called out, almost as a ghostly whisper. A woman appeared behind Subaru, she was absolutely stunning, she looked just like Subaru. “Who’s this little girl?” She asked her son. “I don’t know” he replied back. “My name is Yui, I don’t know how I got here, I just got lost in the forest, I want to go home to my father!” Yui cried out. “You must be another bastard from my filthy husband! Subaru kill her! I do not want to bear witness to her, she’s an abomination just like you!” She hysterically screamed. Yui got up before Subaru could do anything or say anything and ran away, more and more into the confusing castle, “please god…this must be a nightmare..!” She cried to herself as she ran. She tried looking for an exit or for Ayato or Shu to help her, instead she was face to face with a woman who had long purple hair, a beautiful gothic black dress and eyes like Ayato’s. And in that moment Yui froze she couldn’t move..her heart beat was loud and it felt painful for her, she passed out.

Waking up, Yui found herself in her room back at the church. She ran to her father, Seiji who was a priest and hugged him tightly, “father I had a nightmare…” she began to tell her father but little did she know her nightmare was just a glimpse of her future..

#diabolik lovers #diabolik boys #dialovers #yui komori #diabolik brothers #diahell #shu sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #sakamaki subaru #christa sakamaki #cordelia sakamaki #karl heinz #beatrix sakamaki #kids #nightmares #church #castle #fanfic

[puddle-nerd]

Our Sweet Paysyul

Summary: It seems like it was fate for the Sully family to seek uturu with the Mekayina people of Awa’atlu because if they hadn’t, Jake and Neytiri would never have found their Omega.

Story Tags: No Use of Y/N, Metkayina | Reef People Clan, Na’vi Culture, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Friends to Lovers, A/B/O, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Alien Biology, Hermaphodites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Masturbation, Polyamory, Jake Sully Definitely Babbles During Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Dominant Neytiri, Switch Jake, Submissive Reader

Note: Hey everyone. This is a request made by @thatonepansexual2000 (happy belated birthday!!!) and it turned out to be a really, really long story (11,525 words to be exact). So, if you really only want to skip down to the smut, scroll until you see where it’s boldly indicated. This is also the first story I tried adding a couple of photos throughout so let me know if it helped or hindered, please?

On a completely different tangent, first, I’m taking on an idea about Omegas that I saw on TikTok (here is the LINK to see the video if you’re curious) about omegas having at least one or more defensive traits against aggressive Alphas which I will reveal in this story. Second, I will be having Jake and Neytiri speaking in English words here and there throughout the story but since the Metkayina don’t understand any other language but their own, I’ll be labeling any and all spoke English tawtute words and phrases with a ~ on either end ~.

Na’vi Translation: ● Eywa’eveng – Pandora (moon around Polyphemus) ● Makto – ride | to ride, often used in conjunction with an animal (i.e. Toruk Makto as rider of Toruk) ● Oel ngati tse’a – “I see you” (physically) ● Paska’sngap — (NON-CANON / of my own creation) exact translation would be ‘honey sting’, a type of large bee that makes very sweet honeycomb ● Paysyul – water lily | inrigo lilliam ● Sa’nok – mother ● Sempul – father ● Skxawng – moron | idiot ● Tsaheylu – neural bond made through the connection of two neural queues ● Tsahìk – the spiritual leader of a Na’vi clan, and the most important member next to the clan leader ● Tsmuke – sister ● Uturu – sanctuary | place of refuge ● Vrrtep – demon (used in degradation towards Avatar drivers and Recombinants)

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Toruk Makto.

Even the smallest and most remote of the Metkayinan clans knew the tales of the mighty warriors brave enough – or in your parents’ opinion, stupid enough – to make Tsaheylu with the impressive and gargantuan creature known as Toruk so of course Awa’atlu did too. You had been young, only a mere eight Eywa’eveng cycles old when the sixth Toruk Makto, a vrrtep by the name of Tsyeyk Suli, a tawtute said to be from a faraway star had taken up the mantle and brought together many clans to bring peace back to the world after the beings known as the RDA had begun to destroy the forests – just for a rock of all things! And from then on, you had grown up hearing the stories of his battle prowess, coming to admire the man and his mate from everything you had ever heard. And now, just over fifteen Eywa’eveng cycles later, the sixth Toruk Makto was poised tall and broad upon the beach of your village as only a forest Na’vi could, his mate and his children surrounding him with their colorful ikran standing guard, seeking uturu.

He was here! In person! His mate too!

Your younger self would be giggling in utter joy.

You carefully wove your way to the front of the gathering crowd of your village and watched in silent awe as the sapphire blue skinned forest Na’vi cautiously stepped forward on the white sands, Jake’s hands raised in supplication.

All six of the Suli family members were beautiful, in their strange forest way, all lean limbs and thin tails with their long black hair left down and loose in many tiny braids decorated with colorful beads and feathers and things. Their attire, though intricately woven, would be terrible in the water. Ao’nung and Rotxo pushed passed you, approaching closer to the newcomers and while the two male children extended the formal courtesy, your Olo’eyktan’s only son did not, sneering at the darker skinned boys. Even Rotxo played into his best friend’s arrogance teasing them about their whip-like tails only to be berated by Tsireya, Ao’nung’s younger sister.

You smirked to yourself.

Finally, your Olo’eyktan – Tonowari – made his appearance, coming in low overhead on his tsurak in a grand display and was standing tall after he dismounted the angry creature. The proud Na’vi strode forward confidently in his brightly colored clothing, a piece you had been commissioned to create by his mate. Speaking of, you turned when you felt a soft touch at your elbow and bowed your head in respect, stepping back from your Tsahìk to allow the woman to pass and pass judgement on the newcomers, also wearing one of your commissioned pieces around her neck and covering much of her upper chest. It was some of your best work, if you said so yourself.

For a long moment, you feared the Sully’s would not be allowed to stay, especially when Neytiri and Ronal hissed at each other but Jake pleaded for a chance.

You held your breath and watched avidly at the silent conversation between the mated pair that were your leaders, offering a silent prayer to Eywa that the Tsahìk would be merciful for once in her life as she was known to be cold and unbending. Finally, Ronal’s slump of her shoulders revealed her reluctant submission to her mate. You released your breath in a whoosh and flinched when the older woman raised a brow your way. Tonowari turned around and announced aloud for all to hear, “Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as our brothers and sisters. They do not know the sea so they will be like babies taking their first breath. Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.”

“I give them a week,” whispered harshly into your ear.

You turned and scowled, smacking your older brother’s tattooed side with the back of your hand. “It has been decided, Koa,” you hissed quietly. “Respect your Olo’eyktan and your Tsahìk’s decision.” He rolled his bright blue eyes and swung his thick tail around, lightly smacking the backs of your calves. You hissed at him and shoved him in the chest, watching him laugh in response. The Sully family passed you by right then and you glanced up, meeting a pair of honey yellow eyes and blushed at the curiosity sparkling back at you from the dark-skinned matriarch you were aware of for her bravery and archery expertise. You bowed your head and offered the respectful greeting, murmuring shyly, “Oel ngati tse’a.” The corner of her mouth quirked up and she bowed her head in response but moved on quickly to keep up with the rest of her family.

You colored to yourself, your inner child squealing with glee.

The next time you saw one of the Sully’s was the following morning as you made your way down the beach with a small basket of fibrous strings, shell pieces, sea glass, and unpolished pearls balanced upon your hip, heading to the marui pod you preferred to work out of on more clothing pieces you had been commissioned to create for others. That was when you noticed Toruk Makto heading down to the water behind Tonowari, your older brother and another warrior and couldn’t help but rake your gaze over his beautiful sapphire body so different from any of the men you had ever known growing up. “ ‘Ey, ma’tsmuke,” Koa called in greeting as you slowly approached the group, raising an arm and tugging you into a half hug while you respectfully greeted the other three men, bringing two of your fingers from your forehead downward. Your brother added on, “ ‘Ey, I need you to tell our sa’nok and our sempuls my mate and I wish to host supper tonight for everyone. Pua and I have news.” You twitched a wide smile in acknowledgement of his request revealing your teeth for a moment, blushing and ducking your head slightly when you saw The handsome Jake Sully looking your way.

“Oh, you have two sets of upper fangs?” Toruk Makto suddenly asked when he saw your brief smile.

All three of the men born of your clan froze, surprised at his abrupt and, technically, abrasively insensitive question that was not considered polite to ask of strangers. Your Olo’eyktan answered him, broad teal shoulders rolling back to appear even bigger in an instinctual show of Alpha protectiveness of his clan member while your sibling surreptitiously eased his body in front of yours, his own impulses to keep his little tsmuke safe from possibly being attacked kicking in, just in case, despite your natural ability to secrete neurotoxins from your throat and pelvic sweat glands should you ever feel threatened. “It is because she is of Omega designation, Tsyeyk Suli,” Tonowari replied, having scented that the forest Na’vi was actually Alpha in nature. The taller male added, “Do the Omatikaya People not have them that you ask such things?”

Jake blushed and ducked his head slightly in embarrassment of his ignorance, replying, “Ah, yes, I apologize. Tawtutes don’t have designations at all and the Omega births have always been rare for the Omatikaya, usually only between one to three every sixty cycles, according to the Tsahìk.”

You flushed, murmuring shyly, “Omegas make up almost a third of Awa’atlu.” You saw Jake’s attention come back upon you and colored once more, your blue gaze sweeping over the handsome older male, your paddle-like tail twitching in interest. You could feel your brother take notice of your shy curiosity of the newcomer followed by the heat of his stare into the side of your face. You elbowed your sibling in the side to get him to stop being obvious only to realize golden eyes were taking in every single inch of you. Feeling self-conscious suddenly, you whispered, “I’ll leave you to your lessons, Toruk Makto. Have a good day.”

“Oh, just ‘Jake’ is just fine, ~sweetheart~,” he corrected you with a grin, that last word spoken in English and leaving you feeling confused as you did not understand. “See you later, maybe?”

You nodded awkwardly, ducking out from behind your brother as the four men made their way into the water, you watching after them and swallowing hard as you took in the broad shoulders and sculpted muscles of the darker skinned male, his scent blowing back towards you with a sudden breeze and making your pupils dilate and release a quiet whimper from the back of your throat. Awa’atlu had an almost even number of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas at any given time and while your instincts enjoyed the scent of certain Alphas in your village, none of them had ever appealed to you like Jake’s was doing right now. A shudder ran down your spine and a slight heat settled in your lower belly. You shook your head as if to dispel the way your body was reacting and hurried down the beach to start working for the day. And this is where you saw Jake’s mate attempting to learn to ride an ilu only to, unfortunately, get thrown off and release a curse as she surfaced. Further out in the water, you could see your Tsahìk upon her mount shake her head, probably roll her eyes too while she was at it, if you had to guess. You felt a slight wave of pity for the foreign woman but continued on your way, not knowing how assist.

Getting to your work marui, you ducked through the curtains and lowered your basket to the woven floor, greeting your older sister warmly. “Koa told me he and Pua have news,” you told her. “Did he tell you anything, Le’anu?”

Le’anu grinned and her tail thumped upon the mat beneath her, replying, “Just expect to hand sa’nok a cloth when she starts crying.” You smiled as your tsmuke added, “I bet Pua is pregnant.” You squealed in excitement for your brother but reminded yourself you had work to do and turned to the half-finished project waiting for you. You opened your curtain doors to let the bright morning light inside and got started, sitting beside your older sibling.

The two of you worked hard on your craft side-by-side as you were both gifted in the art of decorative weaving, creating clothing and jewelry for others throughout the day, mending pieces and stocking up on bits and bobs and all such materials you would need. You only took a break when Tsireya brought the Sully children around and stopped to poke her head inside to say a brief hello. “Oh, that is so beautiful,” the pretty pre-teen gushed, taking in the skirt you were creating. Turning to the foreigners, she added, “These two are our best weavers in the whole village. They often get commissioned to craft all sorts of pieces. She made my sempul’s cape at behest of my sa’nok. She also designed Ao’nung’s dagger sheath.”

“That was Le’anu,” you objected softly, not noticing the Sully matriarch slipping in behind her children, taking a break from Ronal. “She is better at leather than I am.”

Your older sister saw the youngest Sully inspecting some of the beads in the basket closest to her and added, “During the stormy seasons, lightning is known to strike up and down upon Awa’atlu’s beaches, sometimes multiple times and it creates these; we call them sea glass. If we also have the foresight to create dye and throw it all over the sand beforehand the storm hits, it can change the sea glass’ color, which is why there are so many variations. We don’t always get all of the glass during the season so sometimes our divers will find random pieces throughout the long cycle along with the shells and pearls and coral bits you see in the baskets around you and in the clothing we design.”

A wave of Alpha pheromones suddenly washed over you and you stiffened, a shudder moving down your spine.

Looking up, your mouth went dry as your blue eyes met honey yellow. “Your work is quite exquisite,” Neytiri commented, indicating the garment in your lap.

You flushed, whispering, “Thank you.” You looked over her choices of clothing and your brow twitched as you realized both her chest covering and her tewng would be perfect for her home habitat , they would be terrible in the water. Biting your lip, you set the skirt aside and grabbed your measuring rope. Meeting the curious eyes of the Sully matriarch, you asked, “May I take your dimensions … please?” Neytiri’s ears flicked forward before flicking back, her tail flicking as you noticed a tinge of sadness in her gaze. Still, she considered your softly spoken request before slowly nodding as she realized you would be coming closer to her. She watched you avidly as you rolled up onto your feet nimbly and stepped towards her, timidly guiding her as you needed. Your tsmuke, seeing what you were doing, grabbed a spare cloth and an ink pot and began to make markings upon the cloth with a bone quill. With another gulp to steady your nerves, you carefully wrapped your knotted measuring rope around her hips just above where her sea-soaked tewng sat and another wave of pheromones floated up your nose as you caught Neytiri’s natural aroma; what you didn’t notice, with your eyes lowered to the task at hand, was that she was scenting you right back. Until you realized she was leaning towards you.

You shyly met Neytiri’s gaze, seeing her own eyes narrowed in on you with exact precision. If it had been anyone else, your sweat glands may have started to itch in preparation for defense. Under the beautiful matriarch’s scrutiny with her lovely smell wafting off of her skin, however, it had you feeling a warm tingle pooling low in your belly, which she responded to with a welcoming purr.

Right in front of her own children scattered around the marui as well.

“Nineteen knots,” you told your sister, hearing her scribble the symbol on her writing cloth. Your limbs trembled as you moved the measuring rope from around her hips to her torso just beneath her breasts so you could make her a decent chest wrap as well as a Metkayina-style tewng to allow her better movement within the water. “Seventeen knots.”

You took a few more dimensions and your tsmuke wrote them down and were finally finished with her.

“Me next, me next, please,” the littlest Sully child cried happily, taking her hand out of one of the baskets of seashells she had been readily picking through. In her enthusiasm, she nearly knocked the hamper over in her haste to get up to be measured for her own new set of clothing. Luckily, the oldest Sully teen lurched forward and caught it before it tipped completely over, apologizing to your older sister for his sibling’s antics. The littlest girl bounced to her four toed feet and pushed herself against her sa’nok’s hip, smiling brightly up at you. You couldn’t help the pleased grin that spread across your turquoise lips at her cheerful eagerness and her glowing excitement. Neytiri stepped back with a look of satisfaction as you continued with your more welcoming air, so unlike most of the rest of your clan, and performed the same measurement movements on her youngest.

You looked at the three darker skinned teenagers in question of who wanted to go next and Kiri surprised her mother by pushing herself to her feet with a roll of her eyes and heading towards you first. She had assumed Neteyam would be the one to lead the charge as he always was. The older woman could tell that her teenage daughter was nervous but you smiled at her and asked if you could take her measurements like you had on the matriarch and the youngest of her family.

“Your work is impressive,” Kiri agreed, holding out her arms so you could wrap the knotted rope around her hips, looking over your own outfit as you measured her for a new one.

You flushed and thanked her, adding quietly, “I could teach you how to do the same weaving techniques for yourself, if you’d like.” Neytiri felt relieved seeing her daughter’s eyes light up at your friendly proposal and agreed with a small smile and a nod. Her heart felt like it was warming to you when you didn’t even bat an eye when you spotted the extra finger or the hairy brows upon the teenage girl. Nor did you react negatively to Lo’ak, treating him a little more reservedly than Kiri but still smiling slightly and speaking quietly to him. What surprised Neytiri for a moment was that you were even more timid when you finally got around to taking the dimensions of her firstborn son, not quite meeting his gaze and being careful not to touch him too much. Until she noticed you surreptitiously scenting the air around him as you took his dimensions and she realized after a moment that you were a touch skittish not because he was an outsider but because Neteyam was coming into his Alpha designation. Then you looked up at Neytiri and blushed before looking away. “It will be… not quite a fortnight before we can complete a set of clothing for your family on top of all our other work,” Le’anu told the matriarch when you drew away from Lo’ak. “We will have Tsireya bring you around here after everything is completed so we can make sure everything fits and is to your liking. We will also need to measure your mate as well.” Neytiri nodded and the six of them finally moved out of the marui after the sapphire skinned woman promised to bring Jake around later that day. She heard, “I have never seen you so loquacious before, tsmuke. Look at you, coming out of your shell for the newcomers,” and smiled to herself.

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Same Day – Later

Neytiri was already in her new marui later that afternoon, looking around the pod that was both similar and contradictory to the kelkus she had grown up in and then made with her mate and her children back in the forests she had abandoned to keep her family together and safe because of the vrrtep being brought back from the dead to plague her precious world once more. The weaving was similar but of a slightly different material than she was used to. And the sounds of the waves crashing upon the beaches had been more distracting than her youngest son’s obnoxious snoring and had left her sleep feeling unfulfilling. Thinking of her children… Her children were still out with Tsireya and Ao’nung, having gone back to their lessons after their fittings but Ronal had ended her’s a little earlier, a frustrated scowl upon her turquoise face at Neytiri’s lack of progress. The sapphire-skinned woman hoped Tonowari would do the same for her mate so that she could talk to her beloved – about you. From the stories her own sa’nok had woven about Omegas when she had been a childling and from what she had heard about the Metkayina and what she had observed personally today, it appeared that the practice of triads was something just as openly practiced across Eywa’eveng whenever an Omega was involved.

And as both she and her mate were of Alpha designation…

When she and Jake had first gotten together, nearly sixteen Eywa’eveng cycles prior, Neytiri had had to explain the difference between the secondary designations, trying her best to educate her mate on everything he needed to know, getting more and more frustrated by his endless questions until she had foisted him off onto her mother. She was lucky that Mo’at had a way of clarifying things of that delicate nature so that Jake actually understood a little better than he had from his wife. Her sa’nok had then warned both Neytiri and Jake that with two Alphas entering into a mated relationship, they could have a rough time of it, both having dominant traits within their natures, especially during their ruts. This had led to Jake’s and Neytiri’s private discussions about what should happen between them if they were ever to meet an Omega that called to either of them. At first, Jake had been adamant that he would want no other woman save his mate, and while that stroked Neytiri’s ego to no end (take that Ninat – who just so happened to be an Omega), Neytiri had no such delusions of not wanting or needing an Omega if one called to her instincts, having already gone through her first rut before ever meeting Jake and having felt the instinctual need to find, claim, and breed an Omega. Her beloved mate had, reluctantly, changed his mind once he had gone through the five days of nearly unbearable need of his rut.

Lo’ak had been born shortly thereafter.

And your scent had called to Neytiri fiercely. She wanted you. Badly.

“~Ugh, what a fucking day…~” came a familiar growl in English. Neytiri looked up eagerly, her pointed ears swiveling forward and her thin tail twitching in anticipation of both being reunited with her mate after such a stress-filled afternoon and the impending conversation she wanted to have about you.

Jake appeared at the front flap of the marui, gingerly holding his hands in front of him, a foul-smelling paste stinging her nose from where it lifted from his friction burned palms. Trying not to sneeze, Neytiri asked in her mother tongue, “Are you well Ma’Jake?”

“So much for me being Tsurak Makto,” he replied, showing off his new wounds from being thrown off the irritable creature again and again and again with no success – not today at least. He huffed and plopped himself down beside his mate, pulling her into his arms as he asked, switching to English halfway through, “How much better luck did you have, ~baby? You’re always such a natural, I’m sure you did loads better than me~.” Neytiri huffed and her tail flicked in irritation as she scented her mate and smelled nothing but the sting of salty seawater and tsurak – so unlike the smells of the forests of Pandora. It was also nothing like the wonderful aroma of unclaimed Omega, which reminded her of earlier and had her spine straightening and her poor mood lifting briefly. He immediately noticed; “~What’s up, baby~?”

The forest woman grinned slightly and admitted, “I met an Omega today. A shy little thing but pretty and welcoming.”

This piqued Jake’s attention, his ears pivoting forward as the memory of briefly meeting you on the beach this morning, swam through his mind’s eye. “Oh, really?”

Could it have been the same one he met?

Neytiri nodded, her wooden beads within her multitude of braids clicking together quietly with the movement. She added, “She is a highly sought after artisan of the clan because her weaving is lovely. She took our measurements – the children’s and mine – today to fit us with clothing better suited to the water,” here her smile dipped touching her tweng that she had had crafted back in her home village and one of the few reminders she had of where she came from, suited for climbing trees and riding her beloved ikran. Jake kissed her forehead, sensing his mate’s homesickness and silently urging her to continue her thought. After a long moment, Neytiri continued with, “She was also more welcoming than any of this tribe that I have met so far. Even more so than your Tonowari.” Jake blushed a little at his wife calling out his adoration for the island Na’vi. “And, oh, she was so sweet smelling, Ma’Jake. I purred.”

Jake felt himself sigh in relieved happiness at that.

He so wanted this to work, to not have any of them be seen as an outcast or outsider as he had been when Mo’at had first given him the probationary status to learn the ways of the Omatikaya. If his children could learn to adapt to their new environment – if he and Neytiri could as well – then perhaps they could be safer than they had been in the forests.

And with an unmated Omega calling to their senses?

“I met an Omega today, too,” Jake announced quietly, hugging his wife into his chest and kissing her forehead once again. “I wonder if it was the same as yours.” She hummed and tucked herself more into her mate’s side, humming. “Apparently Omegas make up almost a third of Awa’atlu but this one… her scent…” Looking at his wife, he added, “I… I really just want this to work, ~baby. Improvise. Adapt. Overcome. By any means necessary.~”

Neytiri sighed, her honey amber eyes welling with tears slightly as she ran her three fingers over her tewng. She did not want to give up her ties to her home, had not wanted to leave the only thing she ever knew but they were here now, in Awa’atlu.

And so were you.

Neytiri shook off her homesickness and considered her mate’s words for a long moment and then sat up slowly, regarding her husband carefully, an idea forming in her mind. She spoke plainly to him, “You wish… to fit, yes?” When her husband nodded, his golden gaze turning curious, instead of answering his unasked question, she pushed herself up onto her feet and regarded her clothing once more. “We need to get your measurements as well,” she commented, her facial features showing both her pain and her hope making a bittersweet combo that cut Jake deep for a moment. “Shall we see if my little Omega is available?” the Sully matriarch asked. “And if she is the same one you met?” Curious as to the plan he saw forming within his other half, Jake lumbered upright with a weary groan, stretching his arms above his head and grinning as she leered at him before following her out of their new kelku and through the village. Jake took in everything around him as he followed his mate to the marui where an Omega was finishing working on a weaving project.

“Oh, you have returned,” you spoke up, your voice as soft and inviting as it had been this morning, paired with a shy smile once you noticed Neytiri hesitating within the doorway of the marui, her amber eyes taking in the fact that you were alone this time. “Ah, I am sorry but my tsmuke and I have not yet started on your family’s clothing.”

The sapphire skinned woman stepped inside with a growing smirk. “You have one more set of measurements to take,” she reminded you and stepped aside to allow Jake’s large body to follow her inside. And because the two Alphas were watching your reactions closely, they watched your ears twitch forward as your pretty, blue eyes took in the one known as Toruk Makto, your turquoise cheeks darkening in a flush before your gaze quickly dropped, sweeping over his muscles before flicking back to Neytiri and doing the same to her.

Jake’s nose flared as he scented you and then he looked at his wife over the top of your head, his pupils dilating.

Neytiri grinned to herself.

Perhaps… moving here wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“May I take your measurements, ‘Just Jake’?” you asked softly, having grabbed the knotted rope you had used upon the rest of the Sullys that morning. He barked out a laugh at your quiet tease of his own words from that morning, and spread his arms in invitation, watching you tentatively step towards him, your turquoise cheeks darkened in a slight flush. You swallowed as you had to wrap your arms around him in order to find out his hips were twenty-one knots around.

Instead of feeling jealous of you, like she had when she had seen Ninat flirting with Jake oh so long ago, seeing you close to her mate was, surprisingly, intriguing.

Was it because you were an Omega?

Or was it because you seemed to be interested in both her mate and herself?

You dropped the rope and stepped back, smiling shyly up at Jake. “I told your wife, my sister and I should be able to get new clothing ready for you all, hopefully in less than a fortnight,” you murmured. “We will have other minor projects to attend to during that time, mending’s and the like.”

Jake nodded, “Do you need anything from us?”

Oh… not many had asked you that.

“If you prefer certain colors, that would be helpful,” you replied. “That way, you and your family like what my tsmuke and I create.” He grinned and watched you take out the cloth patch with the symbols from earlier, adding Jake’s dimensions to the list. Neytiri came up beside you and assisted her mate with the best color choices each member of her family preferred. You smiled and used different colors next to each set of measurements and thanked them with grins.

“I apologize but I have to go now,” you announced regretfully. “Koa, my brother and his mate, Pua, are hosting dinner for the family tonight to share news and I have to collect my parents.” You grinned to yourself, realizing your sister had been correct earlier. You usually weren’t this talkative with people you either didn’t know well or weren’t comfortable with, especially unknown Alphas, often coming off as very quiet and withdrawn. But with Neytiri and Jake… you felt surprisingly comfortable with them even though you didn’t actually know them well. You were surprisingly eager to change that fact.

Jake and Neytiri grinned and nodded. The male spoke up, suggesting, “Perhaps we could see you tomorrow, ~sweetheart~? Just to hear your family’s news, perhaps?”

You nodded, flushing at the repeated English nickname but not hating it in the least. “I would… I would like that,” you agreed. “Have a good night, Sullys.”

As Jake and Neytiri walked away after waving goodbye to you, she turned to her husband, whispering in English, “~I like her, Ma’Jake. Shall we build our relationship with her as we did ours?~” He grinned in agreement.

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You found yourself seeking out the two oldest Sullys the next day with the news that your brother’s mate did indeed confirm she was pregnant. You were so absolutely excited to become an aunt to the first new baby of the family, to which they offered their congratulations to be passed onto Pua. After that, almost every day you found yourself in their company at one point or another because they sought you out or you inadvertently found yourself taking a path leading to where you had heard or knew one or both of them were said to be. You found yourself looking forward to spending time with one or both of them, either by teaching them your cultural differences from their Omatikyan ways or having them assist you in gathering materials to hone your craft. You refused to let them see what you were designing for them, though, as you wanted it to be a surprise.

You really hoped Neytiri especially liked what you were designing for her.

The day you and your tsmuke finished crafting the Sully family’s two new sets of clothing each, you were excited and nervous for their reactions – especially Neytiri’s as she seemed to be having the hardest time adapting to her new life here in Awu’atlu and you wanted her to have a piece of home even with her new finery. Lo’ak had surprised you by teaching you and your sister on how to doing a tawtute fistbump after he verbally thanked you for all your hard work the two of you did for them to make them clothing that would be better suited to their new life. You still didn’t see the point of it but you were glad he was pleased to share in some of his cultural nuances.

Distributing the tewngs and chest coverings, you watched carefully for Neytiri’s reaction closely. Her honey yellow eyes widened within her beautiful sapphire face and her jaw slackened as she looked at all of the different chest coverings you had formed for her, noting the floral designs you’d woven specifically for her.

“This is wonderful, paysyul,” she murmured, making her own nickname for you and surreptitiously wiping at her eyes, a huge smile upon her lips, hugging her new clothing to her chest. “I will wear these proudly.”

“What do we say, kids?” Jake prompted his children, admiring his own creations with a grin.

The four young sapphire-skinned Na’vi all chorused happily, “Thank you!” Tuk even hopped into your lap to hug you tightly, gushing about how pretty you and Le’anu had made her outfits and requesting that you teach her how to weave her own clothing just like you had done.

If it was possible, you spent even more time with the Sullys after that, not just with Neytiri and Jake, though you enjoyed their company very much, the matriarch showing off what you had created for her while still learning to adapt to the ways of water. She seemed to be more receptive to your guidance and so you often spent your evenings in the Sully mauri, helping her prepare dinner and entertaining the children with stories you had grown up with. Lo’ak, and Tuk shortly thereafter, had started to call you “~mom~” in English, though the boy’s tone was a bit more teasing than the seven-year-old’s was, but since you didn’t understand the tawtute language anyway, you weren’t sure what it meant. It didn’t help that everyone refused to translate, the adults and teenagers sharing secretive smiles amongst themselves.

It wasn’t long before your siblings, especially your tsmuke Le’anu, noticed as you seemed to blossom further out of your shell, the more time you spent with the mated Alpha pair and their brood, so much so your own parents caught wind of your growing feelings for the Sullys.

Jake and Neytiri were within their marui by themselves, escaping the rain that was pouring down from the sky when three adult Na’vi approached, pausing upon the bouncy walkway – one woman and two men. The mated pair looked at each other and then greeted the newcomers, bidding them enter their kelku to escape the weather, which was accepted gratefully. The woman was the shortest of the three and the most heavily tattooed, standing at barely the males’ shoulders, black ink decorating her face, her arms all the way down to the backs of her fingertips, and up her sternum, her hair pulled back but left down to curl over her clavicles and shoulder blades. The male on the left was leaner compared to most Metkayina men with tattoos on his chest, his ribs, his hips, and around his ankles, his hair twisted into a tail at the back of his head so his curls remained off his shoulders. The male on the right was tattooed over his chest and down one arm only while he had the sides of his head shaved, his long hair over the middle of his scalp braided back and tied up into a bun. Together, they were an imposing sight but upon scenting the air, Jake and Neytiri realized they were an Alpha, Beta, Omega trio that smelled similarly to you.

Your parents.

“What can we help you with?” Jake asked, pulling the stone kettle carefully from the fire and serving his guests Omatikayan tea.

The male on the right spoke first, not touching the drink, his voice deep and commanding, “My name is Ka’nün, my mates La’xsi,” the female nodded in greeting, “and Ro’nho.” The male with his hair pulled back in a tail grinned and waved a little, a little more welcomingly and the Sully pair could see that he was your biological sempul in the same blue color of his eyes and the way his mouth curled in the same way yours did. “We have heard you two are interested in our younger daughter. We have come to ask of you… is this true? And if so, have you been taught the proper way to court a Metkayina Omega?”

Ah, straight and to the point then…

At the shared look Jake and Neytiri shared, the three turquoise skinned adults all collectively sighed and leaned forward, prepared to teach these newcomers the proper way to court you. Although Ka’nün and La’xsi both thought that all Toruk Maktos were reckless and possibly foolish, they were also impressed with their bravery (borderline stupidity) and if he and his mate were interested in you, they were going to do it right, damn it. So, the two eldest Sully’s learned how to initiate the proper ritual to officially proclaim interest in courting a Metkayina female going into detail about what exactly needed to be done and the significance behind each detail.

Over the next week, together, Jake and Neytiri gathered a large number of thick fronds from deeper inside the island and wove it into a basket large and sturdy enough to fill with food to feed at least six Na’vi. Then, they had to catch, gather, kill, and prepare a meal for their intended Omega to prove they would make excellent providers. Once the meal was ready, the two of them would need to present it to the intended party’s parents for inspection. If they approved, it would then be presented to you for approval and the more elaborate the meal, the more serious the proposal to court with intention of mating.

But the thing the two of them were most determined to get for you was honey from a Paska’sngap hive as it was the ultimate courting gesture.

Honey from a Paska’sngap hive was difficult to come by as the bees — which were half the size of an adult Na’vi’s skull — were harmless by themselves and usually didn’t attack unless it felt threatened. An individual bee could sting up to three times before it died and each sting would release a bit of toxin which would take about a day or two to recover from after their stingers were removed from your skin. And typically, a Na’vi could survive a handful of stings but multiple stings from a dozen or more Paska’sngap’s could result in enough toxin in their bloodstream to act as a paralytic so that bigger creatures could be able to eat the helpless Na’vi. Even more stings than that – say, if the whole hive stung you – that much toxin could stop your heart. Foraging for honeycombs was usually a test of endurance, skill and speed as the bees could swarm in defense of their home and easily overpower any being.

It was worth it if it was for you.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, depending on how you looked at it… fate had other plans the day they were finally ready to officially propose courting you.

You had woken that morning feeling warmer than normal, a tingle running throughout your limbs that happened once every four lunar cycles or so and you should have known it was coming if you hadn’t been so distracted by the pair known as the Sully parents as you learned about them and taught them your ways. As you were unmated, you still lived with your parents so when you and they all realized what you were starting to go through, your Omega sempul had scooped you up and had taken you to one of the huts in the deeper parts of your island home designated for unmated Na’vi, your Alpha sa’nok bringing your sleeping mat and blankets so you could build your nest and your Beta father making sure you had baskets of fruit and dried meats and several water skins. Your Omega sempul carefully laid you down on your bedding once it was arranged. The heat was increasing within you, a particularly sharp shoot of pain causing you to gasp and curl up tightly on top of your soft coverlets. Your mother wanted to help you, to soothe you in your time of need but her Alpha pheromones were playing havoc with your senses, so she and your other father retreated, leaving you with Ro’hno who gently took your hair and braided it up and away from your face, purring as soothingly as he could.

“You’ll be alright, little one,” he murmured, taking one of the waterskins and bringing it to your lips. “In a few days, this’ll be over. We have food for you, water, your blankets and bedding. I can come back tomorrow to check on you.” You nodded, your body wracking with need and causing both a tight discomfort and heat to pool low in your belly, sweat forming on your back and an throbbing building in the base of your spine.

Your sempul retreated from the marui then and you settled into your nest, moving it as you see fit, shimmying your body over every piece your sa’nok touched and replacing her scent with yours, trying to ignore the achiness in your limbs and the slight pulsing of your cunt which would only get worse when you started playing with yourself. Your instincts craved for a partner – or two, your mind supplied, thinking of two sapphire-skinned Na’vi in particular – to fill you with their cock. The substitution of your fingers wouldn’t really ever minimize the yearning, no matter how many times you brought yourself release during your previous heats, your slick pooling beneath your body again and again and again. As it did every time before, the warmness built up further within you and you struggled to removed your chest covering, fingers fumbling to undo the knots at the back of your neck and down one of your sides before doing the same to your tewng, casting both aside, before you struggled to remove your necklace, belly chain and bracelet too, the weight of the materials on your skin too much to bear.

Panting from exhaustion, you let yourself relax in your nest and let your mind wander, bringing one of your hands lazily to your breast and shivering at the pleasure that shot through you. Your cunt fluttered with your body’s compulsions to breed, trying to cling to something, anything, as more slick dribbled out of you.

You sighed in submission and gave in. You caressed your other hand slowly down your turquoise belly towards your needy cunt, your eyes rolling in your head as satisfaction raced through your body.

Elsewhere, Jake had loaded up most of the food and stepped out of the way to allow his wife to do the finishing touches, wondering if his dreads needed touching up before he went to you, a slight surge of vanity and self-consciousness having him flexing in the mirror and touching the slightest curve of his tummy. “Ma’Jake… do you… do you think she will reject us?” Neytiri asked softly, referring to you, as she finished packing the basket with a bowl of your favorite fruit and the jar of hard-earned honey, slowly looking up at her mate, her nervousness showing in the flicking of her tail and the droop of her pointed ears.

The large male immediately turned away from the mirror and reached out to the love of his life, tucking his fingers beneath her narrow chin, making her large honey yellow eyes meet his golden gaze. He replied just as quietly, “I would like to think she would not reject us, Tiri. She seems to enjoy spending time with us most days, even if it is putting up with my ~bull shit~.” This caused Neytiri to crack a slight smile. He continued, saying, “However, we will know for certain her reaction after we present her with this as a united front. Have a strong heart for me, ~baby. We got this. Yeah?~.” She nodded and they pressed their foreheads together, breathing in each other’s scents and steadying their nerves.

Taking their basket to the marui you lived in with your parents and unmated older sister, your father – Ro’nho – met you at the entrance with a grimace.

“Eywa… apparently… has had different plans for my youngest daughter today,” he announced, meeting their gazes solemnly. “She’s been moved to a special marui our unmated sometimes retreat to at the edge of our village when their heats and ruts hit.” The mated pair shared a look at this surprising news and the extraordinary timing. His blue eyes, so like yours, took in the basket they had slaved over creating for your courting gift and smiled. Lifting his eyes, he added, “I am pleased it was you two. She’s blossomed more in the last three months than in the last twenty-three Eywa’eveng cycles of her life. I have never seen her so happy except when she is with you both and your children. Come, follow me.” He led the two Alphas away from the marui and down the walkway, guiding them into the island where you were apparently located. Finally, Ro’nho stopped once they were deep within the heart of the island and pointed. “She’s there so this is where I leave you both. Good luck.”

The area the Sully duo found themselves in was simply beautiful, lush and colorful with a multitude of trees and flowers and a couple of waterfalls off to the side roaring over a rounded cliff into a crystal-clear pond that wound down into a small river that the two of them could easily step over with their towering height. Beside the picturesque view near the bank was a spacious marui off to the side built amongst the giant mangrove-like roots of the trees and elevated off the ground, much like the ones the Omatikaya were known for. Neytiri grinned, excited to get in there, not only to explore but she could smell your scent wafting in the air.

Ro’nho wandered away, his heart thumping in his chest and wondering if he had done the right thing by allowing The Toruk Makto and his mate access to his only biological daughter, during your heat. It wasn’t your first one by any means but the first one you would at least have partners to ease the pain. You might even come out of this with two mates and a baby on the way. He smiled to himself and kept walking, leaving Jake and Neytiri with you.

The mated pair looked at each other, your potent scent beginning to fill their lungs, your muffles noises now beginning to tickle their ears above the roar of the waterfalls, and their courting gift hanging between them. At least they were coming prepared.

“Are you ready for this, ~baby~?” Jake asked his wife.

Neytiri nodded and stepped forward first, grinning and eager, dragging Jake along with her and approached the marui, your scent and your moans getting louder the closer they got to you.

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Inside, your thumb circled your clit as your fingers worked tirelessly within your warm wetness, your pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within your belly. Only for something sweet and floral paired with the scent of wood and fresh earth tinged with the smell of the rain on the wind to drift into your nose. Then another scent joined the first, something smoky paired with something you remember Jake having describes as metal and gunpowder and tinged with the smell of something musky.

Alpha scents.

Both of them – ones you knew well.

You whimpered and your ears swiveled forward as you heard them approach, your turquoise knees subconsciously spreading slightly, eagerly, the closer they got. They were here! During your heat!. You lifted heavy eye lids and focused upon two sapphire skinned bodies as the marui curtain was pulled back and they stepped into the marui, a large, freshly woven basket held aloft between them. They both instantly sucked in a sharp breath as his and his wife’s eyes dilated at the seductive scene you made, all loose teal limps spread out in your nest gleaming with sweat, your wide paddle-like tail off to the side and twitching in interest, your breasts heaving, and hairless cunt glistening with slick. Their scents washed over you and you whined, curling your fingers within you faster without a thought about their eyes upon you in such a compromising position.

“Fuck, ~sweetheart~,” the male Alpha groaned, feeling the blood rush to his cock as he greedily took you in. “~Don’t you just make a pretty fucking picture~.”

Neytiri flicked him with her tail, muttering, “Ma’Jake, she does not understand the tawtute language.” Her husband blushed at this reminder and the two of them lowered the courting basket, watching as you stared at them with hazy eyes, your fingers still pressed inside of you. To you, she explained, voice a little shaky as your aroma started to affect her, “My skxawng husband was complimenting you, paysyul. You are… very appealing like this.” Kneeling down by one of your ankles, Jake followed suit at your other one and you could see the way his tewng bulged with his visibly swelling cock as he was also influenced by the scent of your heat and the pheromones you were excreting.

The male Alpha added, “~Sweetheart~, we had hoped to do this the proper way… but…” He gestured to the basket, “will you allow us to help you? We will make you feel so good. I promise.”

Neytiri leaned forward, still not touching as she nodded, her pupils dilated as her gaze glued to where your fingers were buried. You sucked in a deep breath and their combined scents made the need within you stronger, your cunt tightening upon your fingers. “Ohhh,” you moaned wantonly, “yes, please. I ache so badly.” Immediately, Neytiri pounced forward and caught your wrist, pulling it free of your body. She shushed you when you wined in protest, only for it to cut off as she brought your slick coated fingers to her mouth, licking them clean rather greedily, purring once more. “Please,” you begged before glancing over at Jake, not wanting him to feel left out. The male Alpha smirked down at you and moved closer so he could have an easier time leaning down and kissing your lips. You sighed into his mouth and allowed your hand that had been upon your breasts to cup his strong jaw. Only to squeal as curious fingers slid inside of you. Neytiri, not to be outdone by her mate bullied her way between your legs and slid her own fingers into you, drawing your attention back to her. You raised your hips into her touch and rutted against her hand, her thinner fingers so different than your own and causing you to feel that much more. “Oh, please, please,” you begged, clinging to Jake and the mat below you.

Jake moved to kiss you again, only for Neytiri to growl lowly. He shot her an unimpressed look, reminding her, “~Baby, we promised to share~.”

Neytiri’s ears flicked back and her nose flared in agitation but she nodded and added something else you didn’t understand. The male Alpha immediately smirked once more and scooped you up, settling himself into your nest with you on top of him, resting in the cradle of his thick thighs, your back against the muscles of his chest. With his scent that much more around you, you grabbed his arms and wrapped them around your belly, burying your nose into his bicep and breathing deeply, making him chuckle. The Alpha female purred and leaned over top of you, sandwiching you in between their sapphire bodies and lowered her mouth to yours now, kissing you much more ferociously. You whimpered and clung to her shoulders, flexing your spread legs in invitation.

“I have what you need,” the older woman assured you and sat back, removing her chest covering that you had made for her before untying her tewng and drawing it away from her body. You watched avidly; your blue eyes glued to her movements.

Because she was a female, Neytiri had the same parts as you: breasts, cunt, and a womb. Because she was an Alpha, she also had a slit on the front of her pubic bone that was only supposed to open during her rut or her Omega’s heat. The seam of her front slit was spreading now and the flesh on either side was beginning to swell on either side of the opening, revealing something pink within. Carefully, you reached out and caressed the fleshy bulge and finding it soft and a bit squishy.

“That is where Tiri’s seed is, ~sweetheart~,” Jake told you softly into your ear. “And that thing within her slit? That is her cock. Why not coax it out?”

You hummed and met Neytiri’s eyes. She rested her hands on your knees and nodded encouragement. You cautiously pressed your fingers into the top and bottom edges of her slit and caressed the crown of her penis, finding little nubs all over the pink head. She grunted as her cerulean striped length began to slide out into the open blossoming under your careful strokes, the bioluminescent freckles glowing upon her shaft that was slowly filling with blood as you ignited her lust further with your tender ministrations. “Yes, paysyul. Just like that,” she encouraged you. You gulped as she continued to slide further and further from her sheath and thicken, revealing noticeable ridges decorating the underside of her penis. And towards the base of her cock was a ring of flesh, slightly thicker with more of those little nubs and a heavier smattering of her glowing spots. You realized it was her knot. “I am going to put this inside of you now, if you want that?” she asked for assurance.

You nodded quickly, eagerly, a breathy “Yes, please… Tiri,” falling from your lips. She grinned, enjoying hearing her nickname from you.

Sliding forward, her cock, about maybe ten inches long and four inches towards the base, nudged your opening, gathering your copious amounts of slick and coating herself with it. Meeting your gaze, she hooked her hands beneath your knees and slid forward slowly, gritting her teeth at your tightness. Your nails dug into Jake’s forearms as you moan, body beginning to tremble as your cunt stretched around her invasion.

“~Easy, baby, easy~,” Jake murmured, soothingly, kissing the side of your head as he glanced between his wife and the way it slid into your pussy. Murmuring to you as his mate’s pelvis came flush with the juncture of your thighs, he asked, “How do you feel, ~sweetheart~?”

“Good,” you gasped, your blue eyes rolling. “Full.”

This caused him to laugh quietly and you struggled to meet his eyes. “If you think you feel full with Tiri’s cock in you, I am going to absolutely wreck your ~pussy, sweetheart~. I am… quite a bit bigger.”

“She is so tight Ma’Jake,” Neytiri moaned, her honey yellow eyes half lidded her jaw slack.

Jake chuckled, “Make her feel good, ~baby~. You know how bad your rut can get.” His wife nodded and slid out partially from your warm, wet depths, grinning as you whined in protest. Only to wail when she thrust her cock back inside. “~That’s it, baby. Make our Omega feel good.~” He reached out and fondled one of your breasts, tweaking the nipple between two of his thick fingers.

You whined, lifting your hips to meet her thrusts, begging aloud, “More, more, please!” You wanted it. The full feeling. The need turning to indescribable pleasure. Tears were starting to well in your eyes as you dug your heels into your bedding and sped up your movements, an itchiness, a demand for more, more, more driving you forward desperately. Your fangs began to ache in your mouth and you shoved yourself up and away from Jake’s touch, sliding yourself up onto Neytiri’s thighs and beginning to ride her frantically, shoving your face into the unmarked side of her neck and nuzzled her there, scenting her as you bounced over her frenziedly. Her scent was sweet and floral with the underlying smell of wood and fresh and the rain on the wind, one you would happily drown in. You moaned and moved your mouth to her gland, sucking upon it as you urgently continued to ride Neytiri’s cock.

You were finally close.

So, fucking close.

A harsh little tug to your tail from was what did it for you.

You let out a harsh but pitiful whine, feeling the expectation build within your body as you finally crested the peak of your pleasure, the coil snapping free as your orgasm washed over your senses like a destructive tidal wave during the stormy season. It was nothing but blinding sensation, a shock to your system like you would imagine getting hit by the bolts of light in the sky would feel, robbing you of all self-control. A low growl rolled out from within your throat and before you could think, you had sunk your double set of fangs into her neck, nearly foaming at the mouth when you finally tasted her blood gushing past your lips. You spasmed, your inner walls clamping down upon her cock with a muffled wail and you felt her slam your hips down upon her, your cunt eagerly wrapping around Neytiri’s knot greedily and sealing her deep inside as her knot expanded, forcing her own climax, her cock spurting deep within you, filling you with her seed. With your sharp little fangs still embedded in her neck, she shot Jake a smug look over your shoulder and haughtily bit down on one of your own glands, marking you as hers in return before her husband could.

Behind you, Jake grunted as he fisted his pulsing cock, cumming right along with the two of you, his tewng cast aside after you had started to ride his wife.

You pulled away from Neytiri, licking softly at the wound you had made in a hope it would stop trickling blood soon, what with the coagulability Na’vi saliva possessed. “I am sorry, if I hurt you,” you whispered shyly, wondering if you should apologize for marking her without her consent as well. She hummed as she cleaned your new mark upon your neck, nuzzling your cheek and kissing you softly.

“No fear,” she replied. “I hoped you would mark me. But my skxawng and I come as a pair. Will you mark him as well?”

You turned around, whining slightly as it tugged at the knot deep within you to look at Jake and see the hope in his golden eyes. “If you would have me, yes,” you whispered, shuddering as you felt Neytiri’s cock pulse within you. “Ohhh,” you moaned. “How long does this usually last?”

Jake and Neytiri shrugged, the male Alpha replying, “We are not sure as we have never been with an Omega before. Are you not comfortable, ~sweetheart~?” You didn’t want to complain. You already felt loads better than your previous heats now that you had Neytiri inside of you but you were a little uncomfortable in this position. Jake must have seen your face because he helped you and his wife down onto the mat onto your sides where you could relax a little better. He then offered you both a water skin as he took a soft cloth and gently wiped you clean of sweat and residual blood.

“Thank you, Jake,” you murmured, smiling shyly up at him before blushing and realizing he was as naked as you and Neytiri were. And then you noticed his cock, flaccid now that he’d jerked himself off but still impressive compared to other male Na’vi’s you had seen in passing. Sometimes, when you or your sister were fitting a male for a new tewng, you got a peak of what he was packing and from the looks of it, even now, Jake was putting them all to shame. You hid your face into Neytiri’s neck as you added, “Ah, I see what you mean, Jake.”

He chuckled, retorting, “No worries, ~sweetheart~, it will fit. The kids are proof of that. ‘Ey, Neytiri?” She giggled at that.

The kids.

You flushed.

“Ah, they… your children will be alright to accept me?” you asked softly.

The mated pair glanced at each other and laughed, your ears twitching with dubiousness if they were laughing at you or not. “~Sweetheart~,” Jake told you soothingly, running his thick fingers through your hair, “Lo’ak and Tuk have both started calling you the equivalent of sa’nok in English. That is what ~mom~ means. We just did not want to pressure you before you had chosen us.” You gaped in surprise before you blushed once more, this time in happiness at being so accepted into the family of foreigners you had come to care for. He added, “I hope this does not scare you.”

You shook your head, grinning to yourself. “No, I am not scared,” you assured them. “Your children are wonderful.”

Neytiri grinned and touched your belly. “We may have one more soon,” she reminded you.

You shifted against her and her knot finally popped free, Jake swooping in to help ease you off his wife and to wipe you up gently as your slick and her cum poured back out of your body. You grit your teeth as he soothingly washed your nether parts clean. “Just sensitive,” you told him at his worried glance, “and a bit sore. I have never taken anything bigger than my fingers before now.”

His pupils dilated at that.

“Oh, really now?” he smirked and leaned forward, kissing you. “Guess that really makes you, ~our girl~.”

You adjusted yourself onto your knees and cupped his jaw, allowing him to pull you up onto his lap, his cock resting beneath the curve of your backside as your tongue played with his own. His possessive hands hugged your hips as he devoured your mouth hungrily. And just like that, your heat kicked back up, no longer satisfied with just the one orgasm previously. Your body thrummed with rebuilding need and your cunt began to slicken up once more in preparation for another round, this time with your other mate.

“Our sweet little paysyul,” Neytiri agreed, moving out of the nest for her husband and you.

“Thanks, ~baby~,” Jake panted, grinning at his wife as he maneuvered you into the proper presentation position, on your knees with your shoulders down, ass up, your slick little pussy on display for him. “~Fuck, sweetheart~,” he groaned, stroking his cock to life at the carnal picture you made, just for him at this moment. “You ready for me, ~sweetheart~?” You nodded eagerly, only to feel the sting of a hand upon your backside. “Words, ~sweetheart~. Use your words.”

“I am ready for you, Jake,” you replied, wiggling your hips in invitation.

He smacked your other cheek before soothing the sting with his warm palm and then lining himself up with your entrance. “Be a good girl, ~sweetheart~, and breathe. I am bigger than Neytiri and you have to tell me if it hurts.” You verbally agreed as gasped as he started to push forward. “Breathe, ~sweetheart~,” Jake reminded you through gritted teeth. You nodded and Neytiri leaned down, putting her face nears yours and having you focus upon her to match your breathing with hers. It helped as your male Alpha inched his thick cock further and further into your warm, wet depths. “~Fuck, sweetheart, you really are tight~,” he groaned, reaching under you with one hand and circling your clit with his index finger, causing more slick to seep out of your entrance and ease his way deeper inside of you. He growled, “Ohhhh, yes.”

Finally, his hips were flush with the curve of your backside and Neytiri praised you, caressing your cheek affectionately.

You panted for breath, feeling even more full than when you had had her cock inside of you. Jake was practically splitting you apart he was so big! It hurt being stretched so wide but it felt so right. This was what you needed, what your body needed, what it was made for, your hindbrain preening in accomplishment at taking both of your Alphas’ cocks though you weren’t entirely sure if you would be able to take his knot. But if you could take his cock once, you could take it again, proving that exact thing when he began to slide out of you only to thrust back inside.

Then again.

And again.

And again.

“Ohhh, Jake,” you slurred as he invaded your depths, the warmth of your heat spreading throughout your body. “Please. Oh, please.”

He gripped your hips harder and speared into you faster, grunting, “Yeah, ~sweetheart. That’s right~. Take it. Take it like a good girl, yeah? Take this cock.” You whined in agreement, the coil beginning to tighten within your belly as the heat spread further and further, the itchiness you felt with your female Alpha making its presence known again. Neytiri watched avidly as her mate fucked into you like a well-oiled machine, her tail swaying in appreciation at watching her husband’s muscles bulge and gleam with sweat as he worked into you tirelessly, a creamy ring forming just above his knot. Jake continued to babble, “Maybe one of us will get you pregnant during this heat of yours, yeah? Would you like that, ~sweetheart~? Hmmm? Getting pregnant with mine or Neytiri’s baby? Your belly swelling with our child? Add to the Sully clan? You would be such a good sa’nok, yeah… So good with our other kids. Gonna give you one of your own.”

You whined out a ‘yes, oh please, yes’, your inner walls fluttering around his thick shaft at the picture that evoked within your mind. And you found you wanted it. You wanted what he described.

Neytiri grinned. “Do it, Ma’Jake,” she agreed. “Get our sweet little paysyul. We could use another baby now that Tuk is becoming more independent.”

With his wife’s encouragement and your agreement, Jake pulled out of you just long enough to flip you onto your back and thrust back into your body. You wrapped your legs around his hips and clung to his back, your fangs aching within your gums once more with the need to bite and claim your other mate, the need, the fire of your building pleasure burning you from the inside out. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, the smoky, musky scent of his paired with metal and gunpowder filling your lungs. Now slightly more familiar with that feeling you allowed yourself to lose control this time as your orgasm burst through you and your fangs broke the skin of his scent gland, permanently claiming Toruk Makto as yours.

“Good, little paysyul,” Neytiri purred, nuzzling your cheek as you relaxed back into your nest with her husband on top of you. “You did very well.” She pushed at Jake’s shoulder, and he rolled off of you, bringing you to lay on his chest. She tipped a water skin into your mouth carefully before doing the same to her husband and stroking both of your cheeks. “Are you hungry? Perhaps I can offer you something to eat?” Your stomach grumbled lightly and you blushed.

At least you knew both of your two new mates would take care of you.

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Originally Posted: 13 January 2024 Word Count: 11,252

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for the omegaverse fic recs weekend - among the leaves sae green by StarsHideYourFires

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/51561370/chapters/130320499)

its sort of a mix of fantasy/fairy/folk tale and its so good, I was totally hooked on it! I can't wait to reread it and I feel like it needs more love for sure!

among the leaves sae green by StarsHideYourFires

@sweaty-peaches

Rating: Explicit

37,909 words, 10/10 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, Inspired by Tam Lin, Fae & Fairies, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Handfasting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Pregnancy, Human Sacrifice, Steve Harrington Has Good Parents, for once, Steddie Big Bang 2023 (Stranger Things), Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Knotting

Summary:

Hawkins is a village in the woods. Everyone knows to be careful of wolves. To steer clear of fairy rings and elves’ trees, to carry cold iron or an offering of bread on forest paths. But in Hawkins there are tales of darker creatures. The devil is in their woods. He controls great faceless demons, eight feet tall, and hungry for blood. Grasping beasts with horrifying maws that hunt in packs and steal livestock. Monsters to frighten children and explain the rituals that drive community life. Every year, a sacrifice is made to the old gods. A sacrifice for prosperity, but also protection. No one is to leave the village after sundown. Always wear a protective amulet when in the forest. All is well in Hawkins. The rituals keep them safe. Until young Will Byers goes missing. Barbara Holland, next. Kindly tinker Bob Newby is found dead, chest ripped open on the forest edge. A Tam Lin-inspired Dark Fairytale Omegaverse AU Work #089 in the Steddie Big Bang

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[muffinsin]

Hello, it’s Asian anon <3! Could you write Cassandra Dimitrescu fluff and smut + aftercare reaction to her girlfriend being Japanese and also a virgin? She can speak English and Japanese fluently, and grew up in Japan. Her voice is slightly high pitched, and she is really feminine. She is a sunshine, and is almost always happy—the complete opposite of Cassandra. She is pretty short, but her body is perfect. Perfectly round and perky breast’s, a plump butt, and a pretty pink, perfectly shaven pussy (literally the whole damn package. Only the best for Cassandra). Also more submissive, and she is really inexperienced. Cassandra being her first kiss, lover, and also who takes her virginity. Sorry, i know this is really specific :3.

Hello! :) so much Cass love recently!👀 This got pretty long, so I’ve decided to split it into sections for all who are just there for the smut/specific sections XD

and absolutely, let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlists

HC- Meeting and getting into Relationship

When Cassandra first comes across you, you’re a part of the castle staff, and working to clean the main hall

In fact, she nearly trips over the bucket left by you. She’s fuming!

With her sickle raised, she grabs you by the uniform

Yet, when she stares at you and you plead for your life, her eyes almost glisten with curiosity

You aren’t from the village. Your appearance and accent tells her as much

You don’t look as- defeated, either, and you must be new at the castle

Cassandra decides to spare you. Yet, not completely without punishment

No longer do you clean the main hall. She’s intrigued by you, and makes you her personal maid. Made to tend to all that concerns her

Clean and organise weapons, tidy her room, to bathe and dress her, to ensure her room is always perfectly warm for her

She is interested in you, and often starts a conversation

When asked where you’re from, clearly the outside, and you tell her about Japan, she frowns in confusion

She has never heard of that. Or any actual places, for that matter

She only knows there is an outside, not quite what is there

Even Mother wouldn’t tell her

Immediately, she demands answers from you. What is this “Japan” you speak of?

Mistakingly, she thinks it’s a small village, like hers. When you correct her and elaborate, Cassandra is taken back. Can a place this big exist? Oh, the isolated woman has no idea of the world beyond the forest surrounding the village

Cassandra’s interest only grows in time

When you work, she is often found sneaking up on you and scaring you, crackling with laughter at your hitch pitched shrieks and gasps of surprise and terror

She loves seeing your eyes widen when you’re scared. To see the vulnerability in them

Oh, and Cassandra loves to tease

She’s aware of the effect she has on you when she makes you face her by a grip on your chin, or how your heartbeat picks up when she pushes herself up against you, her tall frame towering easily over your short one

Cassandra also asks many questions of the outside and your home

She’s taken aback the first time you swear in Japanese. She’s never heard this language in the village, and is immediately hooked

She’s definitely not going to ask you to teach her, oddly enough too shy for that, but will listen eagerly and, once alone, try to repeat your words

Multiple times has she accidentally cursed at her swords and the air while doing this. Most of the time her words don’t make sense out of context, though

She likes to imagine she’s from far away too, when she does that

Cassandra, however, remembers what you say. She takes in your stories of your childhood and Japan, and she remembers. Often even asks questions

She asks what it’s like to grow up there. What it’s like to receive education with random children around. The concept of a school makes no sense to her at all

She asks about the food there, if you miss the place

Why you left and how you got to the village

Each day is spent together for months. Without truly noticing it, Cassandra finds herself drawn to you

Your adorable smile and high pitched voice. She still loves scaring you. She does it for fun, and a part of her hopes you don’t detest her for it

She adores your happiness and selfishly wants it all to herself. Anyone daring to laugh at your jokes gets a glare shot across the room. In turn, she wants to hear your jokes. She wants to be the one chuckling because of them

Cassandra becomes very protective of you very fast. You aren’t like her at all, and she has the primal urge to look out for you

So, even someone does overstep in her books, they’re so done for

Yelling at you is a no go. Cassandra makes sure every staff member knows this. Those who dare to make her sunshine of a maid sad face severe consequences

It’s an open secret that Cassandra has her eye on you. That you aren’t to be messed with despite your small and innocent frame. You have a protective fly mutant by your side, after all

Your relationship changes drastically when you find Cassandra hurting in her room one day

An intruder, one that seemed to get quite the jump on her. Nothing Cassandra couldn’t handle, though she seems in pain

You notice the bloody rags and shots fired into her torso. The bullets have been removed, and Cassandra is merely clutching her side as she attempts to sit up when you enter her room to clean

Instead, you offer something innocent, yet foolish

A taste, as you bare your neck for your hurt protector

You’re tempting the huntress. A predator, when she could rip you apart easily

But, you know she won’t

And Cassandra doesn’t refuse your offer. She’s been yearning for your blood and has only held back with the worry she won’t be able to hold back from draining you whole

Instead of the normal pain however, she pulls your short body to her and pulls you to her front, her full breasts pushing against you and flustering you

She hums at this dilemma- you’re short, and she doesn’t want to crane her neck trying to feed off you

Bold and unashamed, Cassandra throws you in her bed instead and straddles you

Your wrists held above your head in a single hand of hers, your bright pink head turned so she can access your neck properly

When your blood hits her tongue, she moans, loud and clear against your skin

“Mhmmm, virgin”, she immediately recognises. You’re a fool for forgetting the four Dimitrescus are essentially virgin detectors, and now you’re to blame for your burning and blushing cheeks

She’s so demanding and dominant as she drinks, her fingers squeezing your wrists, her hand resting on your hip

She squeezes it occasionally and smirks filthily at the noises she can draw from you. Cassandra could just devour you

After this, she views you as her personal blood bag. She doesn’t want to drink from other maidens, only you

She ensures she never takes too much, and always thrives off how flustered she can make you

Cassandra makes the first move, and one time just before she decides to drink from you, she presses her lips to your soft ones

“Turn your head for me, morsel”, she demands

Cassandra never fails to remind you, you’re a virgin. She would be enraged if she discovered anything else suddenly

She makes her moves on you, so that kisses and long conversations become more and more common

However, she isn’t one with words. She assumes you’re her girlfriend already, despite never asking

When one maid dares as you out, she absolutely lashes out at them. It is then she realises she’s never asked

Cassandra is not one with words. She finds them confusing and prefers actions. She struggles with asking you, afraid it will come out awkward

When she does, she demands asks you out on another date. This hasn’t been uncommon

By the end of it, she surprises you with your favourite food, ordered specifically from the duke

She wishes this gesture alone would ask you. But it doesn’t

When she asks, she is nervous for the first time. She isn’t used to being so openly vulnerable

You don’t hurt her, though, and all too eagerly accept

HC- Relationship

You’re her everything, and so precious to her

She thinks you’re absolutely adorable, and could devour you whole

Cassandra is extremely possessive. She knows you’re a sunshine of a human, and ensures everybody knows you are hers and she will not share

Cassandra doesn’t allow you in the basement, but otherwise spends all her time with you

She likes to tease you endlessly. She knows you’re a virgin, and intends on making you beg for her. She won’t make this too easy for you

Instead, she sucks and leaves hickeys on you often

She loves touching you up at random times of the day, to have you melt for her. It’s adorable, how a simple touch of hers can make you feel flustered already

Cassandra views you as her personal teddy bear. She cuddles you often and likes to have you in her lap while she works on sharpening her sickle

Often, she forgets your height

She’ll go in to pull you close to her and accidentally smush your face between her breasts

She only ever smirks at your flustered face and high pitched gasps though, so perhaps it’s intentional after all

She likes to lay on top of you, with her arms around you protectively and your hand in her hair

Cassandra sometimes worries she will crush you under her, though, and sometimes then opts for spooning you instead

She knows she is your first relationship, and despite her brutal and sadistic nature, tries to make you happy all the time

She brings you rings and necklaces constantly. Cut from her victim’s limbs and washed carefully, then presented to you

It’s her own way of being thoughtful

When she sees a flower during her hunts, she brings it back to you. It’s often a little rough looking by then, but again, the thought is appreciated

Cassandra allows you to use her makeup to do yours

She isn’t big on it, only ever uses a little bit of her black lipstick on herself

When you ask her to let you do her makeup one day, it’s her turn to be a little flustered for a moment

Nonetheless, she agrees

With your body on top of hers and you hovering over her, she allows you to put on her signature lipstick

She smirks up at you when it’s done, and immediately said lipstick leaves a mark on your lips. She crackles with laughter at it. Cassandra’s face is never completely tidy, always smeared with lipstick, dirt, or blood

She allows you to do her eyeshadow, albeit frowning. She uses the opportunity to fluster you, with wandering hands and dirty words whispered to you

Once done, she praises you for her work, before a smirk crosses her lips

Her turn

She’s all too eager when she straddles you, her upper body hovering above you, her full breasts pushing against yours

She works precisely, skilled fingers working hard. She isn’t interested in fixing your eyeliner, though, or eyeshadow or such

She’s never been into such things. Instead, she paints a small symbol on your forehead, resembling the one on hers, and finishes your look by pressing her dark lips against yours. Crackling with self satisfied laughter, she swarms off

First time

Cassandra hovers above you, her breath tickling your bare neck. One arm beside your head to keep herself elevated, the other at your side. She’s playing with the hem of your dress, resting gently against your thigh.

“Please…”, you whisper, face pink. She smirks, her tongue dragging against your neck. “You smell so good, morsel. My good little virgin pet”, she praises. Her eyes reveal her hunger. She’s been patient, waiting for your consent until you were ready and gave it to her. Now, she cannot wait anymore.

She sucks on your neck as her hands eagerly pull off your dress. She’s merely in her underwear above you, smooth muscles and strong skin with scars here and there revealed to you.

“I can smell you, morsel”, she teases, her suggestive words whispered into your ear. It has you shiver.

A small, high pitched whine comes from you when the dress is tugged off harshly, betraying her barely contained lust and strength. Immediately, she moves her hand to cup your bare, perky breasts. Only your underwear and her bra and panties remain.

You moan at her touch, skilled, by far more experienced than any of yours could be. She’s watching you as she squeezes your perky breasts and flicks your nipple with her index finger.

Cassandra’s eyes shine a darker golden colour at the moans she is able to drag from your soft lips.

She smells your arousal clear as day.

“Mhmm, does that feel good?”, she teases. She knows to be careful with you for a while during your first time, as to not break you completely already.

Still, her grip on you is tight. You watch as she moves lower, her tongue sliding across your other exposed, pink nipple. She hums around it, licking long strides as her fingers capture the other. Sharp teeth drag against soft skin, but do not dig in.

“Beg me to fuck you”, she demands, her lips brushing against your breast, her fingers alternating between teasing your other nipple and groping your breast.

You whimper, pleading quietly. You know, this will not do.

“Please, Cass”, you beg instead, panting softly underneath her already. She knows your body well, and it’s very obvious she likes to torment you a little longer.

For a moment you think your small plea is enough for her, when her hand slides, yet she merely tugs your flimsy panties and rips them with sharp fingernails and strong fingers. You’re gasping high pitched, eyes lidded when she sucks your nipple again and brings the panties to her face.

She ensures you look at her when she inhales, her tongue dragging across the wetness left behind where your slit was.

“Mhmhm, you tease me, morsel”, she near-growls out. You notice how tight her grip on the torn panties are, how harshly her tongue licks against them. Long, fast strokes as though she can’t get enough of your taste. You yearn to feel her lick you between your legs already. Cassandra knows this, of course.

She tosses the underwear someplace on the bed, instead moves her hand back between your legs, for the mere moment resting on your lower stomach. She eyes you, her breath warm against your chest.

A last chance to back out, you realise, before she takes what she wants from you. You nod shakily, panting and squirming slightly below her. A hand raises to her arm, squeezing it, and it’s all your lover needs.

She sucks your nipple harshly, harder and hungrier than she has before, and slides her fingers between your legs. You moan at the feeling of them sliding past your clit, if only for a moment.

“Hnmng…”, you moan, whimper, plead. She chuckles lowly. You know, she won’t make this so easy for you.

Releasing your nipple with a plop, she looks back up at you. Her lipstick is smeared a little, black spots instead littering your chest and neck.

Your face burns when she rubs her thumb across your clit and slides her index and middle finger between your pussy lips. She feels your wetness against them as she soaks them in your arousal.

You don’t even notice your head is thrown back until she kneels instead, her other arm no longer needing to support her. She grasps the lower part of your face and makes you eye her again. “Look at me when I fuck you, morsel”, she demands lowly.

Your eyes are set back on her, her lips wrapped around your other nipple this time. The pleasure on your clit feels so good, it has you shiver and moan easily. You’re loud, and she doesn’t bother trying to muffle your noises.

Instead, she relishes in your gasp when her fingertip presses against your hole.

“You’re such a tight little thing. Don’t worry your pretty little head though, I’ll stretch you out”, she husks out. You gasp at her hand sliding to your hip, squeezing harsh enough to leave a mark.

“My little virgin”, she coos above you, predatory eyes watching you as she rubs your clit a little tighter and faster.

Moans and hitch pitched gasps fall from your lips that have her smirk.

“Good girl, let me hear you”, she demands.

“AAH! AH!”, you shriek at her teeth digging into your hip suddenly, her fingers lazily rubbing between your slit and her thumb bringing you so much pleasure.

She drinks from you for a mere moment, humming and chuckling when a single finger thrusts inside of your hot core.

You groan at the feeling, and whimper at the second that prods your tight hole. It won’t fit yet, and you gasp at the feeling of it pushing forwards and stretching you. There’s pain, but so much pleasure as well.

Your clit is bright pink from her movement already, and your legs shake a little.

You feel as though on the brink of an orgasm despite having never experienced one.

At last, her fingers thrust and instead of her thumb, the brink of her palm rubs against your clit. Cassandra drinks hungrily, her tongue lapping up your blood as she thrust her fingers in and out fast, stretching your cunt as it clings snugly to the two fingers inserted in you.

They’re long, and she’s made sure to trim her nails on those fingers just for you- an unusual sight on the huntress.

Your head spins from both the minimal blood loss and your pleasure. As your legs shake, Cassandra rises back to your head, your blood coating her lips until she licks them clean and presses them against yours. Still, they taste a little of copper.

“Did you know…morsel…that your blood…tastes divine…when you’re succumbing…to pleasure?”, she whispers, each word said with a hungry kiss to your quickly bruising lips. She swallows all your moans and whimpers eagerly, your pleas and gasps.

When she curls her fingers inside of you, you cum. Loud and hard, tears running down your cheeks at the unexpected intensity of an orgasm.

Not to worry, she licks them away so eagerly.

You’re panting as she slips her fingers out, licking them clean and moaning filthily as she does. You watch her through hooded eyes, gasping and panting on the bed.

“I must have another taste, my sweet morsel”, she whispers. Her pupils are nearly completely blown, lust and hunger shown in her eyes.

She moves between your legs, hands sliding across your thighs and spreading them wide open for her. You prop yourself up on your elbows, panting and squirming.

Cassandra licks her lips at the honeyed wetness that drools right from your core, before she at last leans in between your legs. She moans as she licks and sucks, cleaning first, then pushing her tongue inside.

You’re warm and wet, still tight after her two large and long fingers. Wetness drools from you, and she smirks at the thought that you will now also drool her spit out of your innocent pussy.

She is distinctly aware of the strap on in her closet, a good third finger wider.

All in the sadistic brunette yearns to push you down and ravage you, to overstimulate and please both of you entirely until your orgasms leave you too exhausted to walk.

You’re so innocent compared to her, she wishes to utterly break you in, fuck for hours and have you drool cum as she teases you.

The filthy thought has her rip her bra off, her hand snaking between her legs as she slips three fingers inside of herself already.

Your head spins at the sensation of her mouth on you, eager licks deep inside of you, lips latched to your soaked pink pussy lips.

Her loud moans and groans against your shaven cunt only serve as vibrations and bring you even more pleasure.

Cassandra pumps her fingers deep within herself as she licks, her golden eyes snapping up to you when she feels you tangle your fingers in her hair and tug her to your clit.

She growls lowly, golden eyes flashing dangerously for a moment. “You will not rush me with my meal. Remember your place”, she demands, her tongue pushing back inside of you and causing you to nearly arch your back off the mattress.

You whimper at her words, the pleasure so much. You ache to feel her back on your burning clit, even as her tongue explores your perfect pussy.

Cassandra’s breath is warm and ragged against you, her hips grinding against her palm.

“CaaAAA! Caah-Cass!”, you scream, hips struggling against her hold. You feel so sensitive and riled up, as though you were right on the brink again.

You yearn to take her fingers again, to ride them the way she is. To ride her face, to have her ride yours.

She’s perfect in every way, easily dominating you even without any tools or words as she drinks in your scent. Her powerful grip on you enough to have you mewl and moan underneath her.

She’s so much more experienced than you, shown even in the subtle way she holds your hip down for her and angles her tongue just right inside of you.

It seems you get your wish at last, when Cassandra raises her soaked fingers to your wet pussy. She licks up to your clit, making you jerk underneath her, and chuckles lowly as she pushes two of her soaked fingers inside of you.

“Ca-AH! AH!”, you moan and shriek with every thrust she makes. She’s rougher, faster, more experienced and dominant than you could ever be.

Seductively, she sucks her third wet finger, before focusing on your clit at last.

Having her lips wrap around you feels incredible, her tongue swirling and sucking your tiny clit.

She chuckles lowly, humming and moaning at your pleas and innocent gasps.

The fingers at your hip grope boldly as they keep you in place for her.

You moan an underneath her, smooth, short legs slung over her shoulders. She thrusts her fingers so rough and curls them just right, finding and targeting your G-Spot as your heels dig into her back.

She doesn’t even seem to mind, too hungry and eager to taste you. She sucks your clit hard, feeling the tiny, warm bud against her rough tongue. Golden eyes stare up at you.

Even with her mouth occupied, you know her demand.

“Please, let me cum, Cassandra!”, you scream in between moans and shrieks, so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire castle heard you get absolutely ruined by your sadistic and dominant girlfriend.

She grants you the wish with another flick of her tongue and curl of her fingers.

She pulls you in her arms as you cum, fingers sucked clean by her once again as she brushes your hair from your face.

“My beautiful sunshine”, she praises, a gentle kiss, a stark constraint to her movements just moments ago, pressed to your bruised lips.

She holds you gently as you tremble and gasp, until your orgasm passes and washes over you.

Your eyes are heavy when she picks you up, your body cradled against hers and her hair tickling your neck as she prepares a warm bath to ease the sore ache between your legs.

“You’ve done wonderfully, morsel”, she coos lovingly.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #Asian anon

[darkside-writing]

Konoha’s Bridal Run

Warnings: 18+ Only, everyone is above 18, Non-Con themes, bride stealing, mentinos of virginity loss, yandere, forced impregnation/breeding, misogyny, mentions of blood, belly bulge/cum inflation, female reader - extreme NSFW

Madara Uchiha

Imagine during the warring states period negotiations for peace between the Uchiha and Senju clan are on the verge of collapse due to failure of agreeing upon a political system that would mutually benefit both of the prestigious clans equally. With the Senju’s intentions to pack the chain of commandment with their own people and leave Uchiha out of power, it would quickly sour their already fragile temporary alliance. The loss of life during generations of war led to population of both clans to dwindle significantly unless they can come to an agreement that would bring prosperity to future generations. With the extinction of both clans weighting heavy on the leaders, a deal would be brokered between the clans would create a new tradition that would encourage the restoration of numbers lost during war. With Konoha established, it would be legal for any man to steal his bride and forcefully breed her into becoming his wife. The new tradition would forego any unnecessary trouble of courting a woman and planning multiple expensive weddings and instead opt for a massive hunt of available bachelors stealing their bride-to-be. Once a daughter becomes of age and reaches optimal condition for breeding - she is available to be taken as a bride against her will and bred thoroughly. The kidnapping of a bride would be written into law and there is no chance for the bride to divorce her husband once he has taken her virginity and dragged into their new home where the bride will become a housewife.

As the leader of the Uchiha clan, Madara would be required to choose a bride that was capable of carrying his strong Uchiha bloodline without her own genetics interfering with the Sharingan. Madara immediately chooses a young woman he has desired from a young age. He has pursued her many times without luck, but with the legitimacy of stealing a bride now legal in Konoha - Madara would instead kidnap her and bring her into his home. He would plan to force her into being his housewife and mother his children. The initial kidnapping would happen quickly in order to avoid other men from stealing his bride. Madara shows up to his bride-to-be’s house and is gracious enough to give her an advance to run away before he snatches her from her home. As the leader of the Uchiha clan and an esteemed shinobi recognized across the Land of Fire, it does not take long for Madara to hunt down his bride. He loves the chase, initially giving her enough distance to believe she may have gotten away before cruelly snatching her quickly. The look of pure terror causes Madara’s cock to swell, he recognizes this look of submission from the battlefield which never fails to make his blood boil. He is a predator at heart and revels in the way his prey tries desperately to fight against him, trying to escape to avoid a life doomed of being an Uchiha housewife and breeding bitch. Madara chooses to restrain himself from forcefully raping his new wife in the wooded forest and opt to take her virginity once he drags her back to their new home togther. The bridegroom is gracious enough to carry his newly captured bride in his arms to avoid her tender wounded feet from walking - having foregone shoes in haste to run away from her predator. The poor bride is only dressed in a sheer nightgown that does nothing to protect against Madara’s glaring crimson eyes. Konoha civilians and clan leaders congratulate the Uchiha on his newly captured wife as he passes in the streets, they celebrate the success of the new bridal stealing tradition. Feasts and congratulations will be planned in accordance once Madara breaks in his new wife. According to law, Madara must drag his bride through the front door of their new home and take her virginity immediately for the bride to legally become his wife.

The poor girl is sobbing and begging for Madara to return her to her former home, but these pleas fall on deaf ears as he enters the Uchiha compound and hastily carries her to their home. Madara’s cock aches in his pants at the submission of his bride once he gets her through the doors - her realization and acceptance of her fate finalized. He knew he chose well when his bride began to cease her cries and just accepted her fate of becoming the mother of the next generation of Uchiha. Once Madara wrestles his bride onto her knees and head pushed til’ near suffocation against a pillow, he wastes no time to rip the pathetic nightgown in pieces. His cock is hot and throbbing, balls heavy and full of potent sperm needing to be seeded into her fertile womb. The entire completion of making her into his wife relies on impregnating his new bitch. Regardless of the poor bride being a virgin, Madara cruelly pushes his fat cock inside til’ his balls are snug against her lips. He can feel the initial tear of her hymen and the slight trickle of blood coat his cock yet he doesn’t relent his brute pace. It would be impossible for Uchiha civilians to not hear the brutal assault and cries from outside their home, as a way to ensure witnesses can observe the ritual being completed. Madara grasps her wrists behind her back and uses it as leverage as his powerful hips slam into her plush ass that definitely will be bruised by morning. Their first time is not meant to feel good, but only as a means to officiate their marriage and fertilize her fruitful womb with his sperm. Madara is relentless and desperate to impregnate his new wife - he will not allow her to leave their bed until he is satisfied with an impressive belly bulge of cum stuffed inside her womb. After the brutal assault of his new bride, Madara may allow reprieve by allowing handmaids to attend to her injuries and dress her in a lavish silk Kimono so that he may parade his new wife around the village.

A married life to the clan leader of a prestigious clan leads to an unhappy home life. Madara expects his wife to resist her wifely duties until he can break her in. He is glad to chain his wife to the kitchen so that she may only have distance to perform her duties of cooking his meals and servicing his cock. Her only priority in life is Madara from this point onward. It would be impossible not to be pregnant on the first night of conception due to Madara’s brutal assault and his powerful cum quickly implanting in her womb. Soon enough she will be round and fat with his children, therefore a permanent reminder of being his wife according to Konoha society. The housewife is not allowed outside of their shared home unless accompanied by Madara, who easily parades his wife around the compound. The Uchiha are impressed with the selection of their leader’s wife and praises her for being the most fertile wife they have seen in generations. When Madara is feeling particularly sadistic, he will walk his wife to the spot in the wooded forest where he captured her during the bridal run and may forcefully rape her again. He wants to ingrain inside her brain that she will never return to her former life and that he has rightfully won her as a prize.

#naruto #naruto imagines #madara uchiha #madara uchiha x reader #tw.noncon #tw.dark content

[animatorweirdo]

Unexpected companionship

Melkor had been yearning for something else for a while, tired of his duties and responsibilities. So, one day, when he noticed a group of young dragons leaving Angband, he decided to follow but what he found was not what he expected.

(I was roleplaying around in chatgpt with this concept and it turned out rather wholesome in the end that I wanted to write it. hope you enjoy it too.)

Warnings: Mentions of abandonment, blindness, and living alone in dangerous woods. Melkor surprisingly does not do anything evil this time.

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Melkor was brooding in his darkened halls. Overseeing his conquest of Middle Earth and defeating his enemies gave him a certain amount of relief and pleasure, but nowadays, he was yearning for something else. The Silmarils weighed heavily upon his crown, and dealing with everyday affairs involving his subjects, captains, and lieutenants had grown into an arduous task. He yearned for something new, a temporary respite from his responsibilities. 

It was not often he would desire something else than reaching his goal to conquer and become the true ruler of Arda and claiming all rightfully his, such as the silmarils that laid upon his head and now he had such a feeling, which sometimes frustrated him as he could never tell if he was tired or simply bored. He was also never sure what he should do to fulfill that desire. 

Unexpectedly, that day arrived sooner than he had anticipated, as he began to observe an unusual pattern unfolding among his dragons.

A group of hatchlings have been leaving the nesting grounds each day in a strange group. It was strange because his dragons are solitary creatures, so seeing them depart and return together was odd. Usually, he does not care what his abominations do, but since this had been happening for some time he got curious, so one day – he decided to follow them. 

He took up his disguise as a dark cloud and followed the hatchlings when it was time for them to leave for their next trip. They led him away from Angband to a dense forest. There was a human village which left him curious as there were no mountains where the hatchlings could hide their treasures, and the human village had been left untouched, so what in Illuvatar’s name could they be doing here? 

Melkor continued on foot and followed the hatchling’s sounds of shrieks and what seemed to be… purring. 

He found himself watching a lonely cottage, and to his surprise, he found the hatchlings surrounding a lone mortal woman, huddled up close to her and purring affectionately while the woman only smiled and petted them like children. 

It was such a strange sight. His dragons, typically born wild and scarcely malleable, weren't inclined toward affection or submission by nature. Yet, before him, they stood unusually gentle and tranquil, treating this woman as though she were their own mother. How on earth was this maiden capable of such a thing? And not only that, she didn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest by the sight of them. 

He contemplated if he should confront the woman, but he could not contain his curiosity and decided to appear as a mere stranger to avoid alarming the woman. He then stepped out of the shadows. 

The hatchlings noticed his presence immediately and watched him cautiously. You stared at them, feeling confused until you heard footsteps. Turning your gaze towards the direction from which the sounds emanated, you saw him.

“Good evening, my fair lady,” Melkor began, his voice carrying a pleasant tone. “Forgive me for disturbing you, but I couldn't help but notice you are surrounded by these splendid creatures. I am intrigued, for they are renowned for their aggressiveness. I wonder how you have achieved such a remarkable thing?” he said. 

“Oh— hello, good sir,” you greeted with a smile. 

“Uhmm…well… I do not know about them being aggressive. They can sometimes be a bit sassy to me, but other times they’re nothing but sweethearts to me,” you smiled softly as one of the dragons pushed its head against your palm, purring in delight. “Fascinating…” Melkor uttered as he watched you. “And you’re not afraid of these creatures?” he questioned, and you softly laughed. “Of course not. They have done nothing to harm me. On the contrary, they have kept me company and sometimes helped me find food,” you explained. “Even though I’m not quite certain what they are… All I know is they’re big lizards with wings. Do you possibly know what they are, good sir?” you looked up to him. 

“They’re known as… dragons, my fair lady. Fierce creatures of fire and destruction. They have a quiet reputation outside these woods,” Melkor answered. 

“Dragons…?” you said curiously. “Oh, I think I have heard about them, nothing nice thought,” you answered. “But honestly, they don’t remind me of anything I heard in the passing rumors. They actually kinda remind me of oversized cats with scales and wings,” you giggled, making him crack a rare smile. He then remembered what you said earlier. “They keep you… company?” he questioned. 

“Yes. It can get kinda lonely in these woods. I don’t often get visitors, but one day I encountered one of these little fellows— they have been visiting me ever since.” you smiled fondly. “May I ask how that happened?” Melkor asked. 

“Well… one day, I was gathering some berries and found this one trapped in a cruel hunter’s snare,” you said, gently scratching beneath the dragon perched on your shoulder. “I couldn't bring myself to leave him there; he would have become easy prey for predators or hunters,” you explained. "He did snap at me for a long time and bit me, but when his wing got better, he turned into the most affectionate cuddle bug in the world. Then, he brought his friends along, and they have been keeping me company ever since,” you said.

“Honestly, they have been treating me better than most people. Not even my own family come to visit me this often,” you said, gaining the dark Valar’s attention. 

“And why is that, If I may ask?” Melkor tilted his head in curiosity.

“Well – if my eyes and raggedy appearance were not obvious enough. It's because I’m blind, good sir,” you confessed, making Melkor look at you with surprise. You looked so normal that he didn’t take you for a blind person, but now that he looked at you – he could see some strange mist behind your eyes, and your clothes did look very poor. It explained a lot to him, like why you didn’t seem afraid of his creations or him in fact. 

“My apologies. I wasn’t aware you were incapable of seeing,” Melkor apologized. “It’s fine. I got told many times that I don’t look blind, so I’m used to people assuming,” you softly smiled with a dismissing hand. 

“I was born blind, and my family did not want to take extra responsibility for me. Unfortunately for people like me, it's rather common to be left to live alone in woods like this, and that is what my family did to me,” you explained with a saddened look. “They tried to explain that I would be much safer if I lived here, but I guessed their true intentions when they stopped visiting me so often and got used to the sounds of wolves howling each night,” you took a deep sigh.

“Sometimes I think they wish that I tragically end up getting eaten by the wolves, taken by how surprised they always sound when they visit,” you said.

“That sounds…rather cruel. To put into a situation like that, especially for something you couldn't control since birth,” Melkor thoughtfully said. “Indeed… but I learned my way around here, so it's fine,” you replied. 

“You know, being blind is rather interesting in a way. You focus so much more on your sense of hearing and smell that it feels like it's a totally new world,” you explained. “And since you cannot see, nothing truly looks pretty or ugly to you,” you giggled. 

“And also…” you looked down upon the hatchlings with a fond smile. “I stopped being lonely when these little friends started visiting me, so I’m happy,” you said while petting one of them. 

Melkor sensed an odd feeling of warmth within his chest after listening to you talk and watching you look at his creations with such a fond expression. It was an unfamiliar feeling, and oddly he liked it. 

“Oh, sorry for rambling. You most likely do not want to hear my sob story,” you glanced apologetically. 

“It's fine, my fair lady. I asked, and you answered,” Melkor said sweetly. “On the contrary, I find your resolve to find positivity in things despite your rough predicament admirable and your ability to navigate the world without eyesight remarkable. And you possess a gentle heart even for creatures hated by others which is a rare thing in this world,” he explained smoothly. “Oh— you flatter me too much, good sir,” you said with a flush which made him smirk. 

“If my fair lady permits it — may I join you for a chat? I would love to hear more about your time with these creatures,” Melkor asked.

“Oh— certainly!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands together. “I would love for you to join. I’m afraid I do not have any refreshments to offer, though,” you said.

"Your company is more than enough," he said politely.

“Ah… if you say so,” you smiled at him. “Perhaps you could share stories and news of the outside world. They rarely come around here,” you suggested.

“Of course, a fair exchange,” Melkor answered as he sat beside you, and you both talked and shared stories. You were completely unaware of whom you were conversing with, but Melkor did not mind as he found his remedy for his yearning for something else.

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[vivienne-writes]

My Little Fairy 🧚🏻

Summary: Being one of the youngest in the family, Prince Garreth is far down the line to inherit the throne and is more than content to be left to his potion studies. However, his parents have decided to marry him off to a princess he's never met. Or... has he?

AO3: x

A/N: Here's my late submission for Weasley Wednesday! I wrote all this in one go. My brain feels like a sponge. The drawing above was based on a scene I omitted from the story cause it's right after the wedding, and we all know what happens after a wedding 👀 The princess is unnamed, so readers can base her off their MCs, but I had to give her a face so here's my OC. I'm absolutely in love with Oscar Weasley as well (all ya'll in the discord are to blame) so he's definitely making an appearance here, along with a few other made up characters to pad the story.

All was quiet in Prince Garreth's room save for the sound of bottles and flasks tinkling as he examined one after the other, debating which ones to take and which to leave behind. They were filled with an assortment of potions and ingredients alike, but far too many for the trip to his new home. Aurora. A neighboring country that prided itself on its scholars and academic breakthroughs in astronomy and ancient magic. 

He had been there once before, on a trip with his father to forge an alliance between their two nations. It was nothing like his home, Camellia, a land of sloping green fields, lush rivers, and forests teeming with beasts and critters. Home to humble hamlets and cities best known for their bountiful trade in rare magical ingredients and plants. No, Aurora was situated high in the mountains to get a clear view of the stars and the heavens, the altitude keeping the nation chilly and brisk for a large part of the year. 

Garreth did not mind the weather so much, nor its people. But then again, he had only been a child when he had visited. No more than a boy of eight, if he recalled correctly. But the purpose of that trip had been successful, and Aurora had deigned to ally with Camellia. However, it wasn't until quite recently that Garreth learned of the terms of their alliance. Aurora sought to solidify the alliance by way of marriage, and he was the unlucky one chosen to wed their only princess when she finally came of age. Why him and not any of his other brothers? Garreth had no clue. He'd ask his father, the King of Camellia, but Garreth was still too shaken up about being kept in the dark for so many years that he avoided his father since.

A knock at the door dragged Garreth from his thoughts, but he didn’t deign to answer. He knew who it was, and his visitor never bothered to wait for a response anyways. 

“Garreth, are you still sulking?” Oscar asked, resting an elbow on the door handle as he watched his youngest brother take a whiff out of an unlabeled flask. Garreth gave no reply, but Oscar forged ahead, unperturbed by the other’s silence. 

“Come on, getting married isn’t all that bad. Look at Septimus! Consort to the lovely Queen of Amaryllis with five children and counting. He spends his days hunting, reading, rearing those adorable nieces and nephews of ours… I’m sure you’ll get to be Potions Master of Aurora if you please the princess well enough.”

Garreth rolled his eyes. "I'd rather be Potions Master here like I've always planned," he grumbled under his breath. 

Being one of the youngest, Garreth knew he wouldn't have any claim to the throne. Not with seven brothers and four sisters ahead of him, and he didn't want it either if, somehow, all his siblings dropped dead and gave him a clear shot at being king. Since he could learn to read, Garreth possessed immense talent and love for potions, and his parents supported his studies. They indulged him with a tower of his own, supplied him with everything and anything he could ever wish for, and placed him under the tutelage of the court's Grand Master. He was more than content to have stayed on this path, forging his life by his terms and no one else's. But he supposed there was a reason now for his parents' indulgence. Perhaps he'd go along with the marriage without complaint if they gave him everything he wanted. 

“Why can’t you marry the princess instead, Oscar?” Garreth asked, throwing his brother a glance over his shoulder. “I’m sure you’d be able to win her over with that charm of yours.”

"Would if I could. I hear the princess is quite lovely. But father's word is law." 

Garreth returned to his packing, dejection weighing his shoulders with a slump. Oscar was right. As doting of a father the king was, there was no swaying him once an order had been decreed, and none of his brothers could save him from this miserable fate. 

Oscar regarded his brother with a sidelong glance. Out of all his siblings, he was closest to Garreth, pulling him into all sorts of mischief and saving him from them. But this was one predicament he had no hold over. He had spoken to the king about the matter more times than he could count, going so far as to argue with him. Oscar even pleaded with his mother to do something. The king loved his queen and took her word before anyone else, but she only shook her head sadly. Switching the princess' betrothed would be considered an insult, and Aurora was too great an ally to lose. 

Garreth finally looked up, staring out the window as he fought back the tears that prickled his eyes. "I just don't… understand why they'd keep this from me for so long," he finally admitted. Sure, an arranged marriage was awful in itself, but the lack of trust from his parents wounded him. "They could've told me ages ago. Kept me from believing the false truth that I had any agency of my own. It would've been easier to accept it that way." 

Oscar bit his cheek with a frown. “Perhaps they only wanted to protect you,” he answered softly, “to keep you happy as long as they could.”

Garreth scoffed. Happy. If the king and queen truly wanted their children happy, they’d let them choose a life for themselves than marry them off to strange princes and princesses. And if Garreth were to marry for himself, there was only one girl he could think of. One lovely little maiden that had haunted his dreams for years…

~~~

“Garreth? Your father has requested your presence – oh dear, he’s not in his room again.”

Lady Matilda rubbed her temple with a frustrated groan. Leave it to her youngest nephew to escape when he’s needed most. “That child’s probably wandering the grounds again,” she muttered as she closed the door behind her, head reeling with all the possible places he could be hiding in. As she turned around a corner, she nearly slipped and snapped her ankle. 

"Genevieve, what have I told you about leaving your toys in the corridor?" Lady Matilda eyed the youngest of her nieces, hiding behind a curtain, as she picked up the offending marbles strewn over the floor. 

"Aunt Matilda, I know where Gaz went," the child giggled with a toothless grin, her beautiful locks all tousled and in need of combing. "I think he went to the gardens to find lacewing flies again." 

“Just because you tattled on your brother doesn’t mean I won’t be back for you, young lady,” Lady Matilda said as she tossed the marbles back into Genevieve’s room with a wave of her wand. “And that hair better be brushed when I return.” 

“Yes, Aunt Matilda,” Genevieve pouted. 

"Now, to find that little prince," Lady Matilda sighed. 

Meanwhile, heat crept up Garreth’s neck, forcing him to tug off his sweltering vest and leaving it to fall in a crumpled heap on the grass. He’ll come back to it later. But right now, he was searching for any sign of a bowtruckle. His eldest brother William told him they liked to hide in the hedges, between the branches that provided camouflage underneath the thickly packed leaves. Garreth wondered what they looked like outside his book's diagrams and ventured out to see them. 

But the morning had gone on, and after much crawling and searching, Garreth found neither stem nor leaf of the little creatures and was beginning to turn back to the castle for a fresh glass of pumpkin juice when he heard a sharp shriek. 

"Help!" cried the girlish voice, one of his sisters most likely. Garreth sprinted around the corner and came face to face with a little lass dressed all in blue and silver with stars crisscrossing her dress. They were not the colors of his court, red and gold, which all the princes and princesses of Camellia wore. Garreth knew not where this little lady came from, but she was in dire need of assistance as a couple of naughty pixies had begun pulling her hair and clothes this way and that. 

“Leave me alone, you pesky things!" the girl cried as she swatted them away. But they returned, taunting her while pinching her skin. 

She seemed about his age, so Garreth wondered why she didn't repel them away with magic. Well, whatever the reason, he didn't think the poor thing should be left to fend for herself. So, with a flourish of his wand, Garreth sent the impish creatures flying with a repelling charm. Their teeth chattered, and their fingers clicked impudently, cursing him in a language he didn't understand as they flew off before he could repel them again. 

The girl straightened up, fixing her eyes on Garreth as she looked him up and down. "I suppose I have you to thank for that," she grinned, patting down her skirts to form some semblance of tidiness before readjusting the ribbons in her hair. “I shan’t think what would become of me if you hadn’t come along.”

She waited for his response, but Garreth stood speechless, captivated by the stars bedazzling her eyes as she looked him up and down. She was a pretty thing, not like anyone he's ever met around his father's palace. And she was very eloquent, her accent dancing with a different lilt than he was accustomed to. Having realized that he was staring, Garreth cleared his throat.

“You could’ve simply used magic to save yourself, you know,” he mumbled, keenly aware that she was staring just as intently as he was.

The girl shrugged. "I've no magic yet," she stated simply, as if that were a common occurrence, for it wasn't, at least, not in Camellia. Children began displaying their magic around five or six years of age, and this girl may have been around ten or eleven. Her eyes darted to the wand in his hand. "I see you're quite skilled already," she nodded at chin at his wand. "Have you started on lessons yet?"

"Of course," came his reply. "I'm a prince. We're taught far earlier than most." He wanted to ask why she had no magic or wand yet, but it seemed rude to ask that of someone he just met. 

The girl tossed her hair with a huff. “You’re no prince. Your clothes are all messy!”

Garreth looked down. His pants were scuffed with dirt from crawling around, and his shirt was wrinkled and creased everywhere. He even had leaves in his hair now that he brought his fingers up to push them away from his sweating forehead. Fighting the urge to blush, he bit back, "I am a prince! I –"

“If you’re a prince, then I’m a fairy,” the girl teased. There was no way this ragamuffin was a prince. Princes were supposed to be stately, well-dressed, and handsome. And although this boy before her was handsome, he was anything but stately. Well-dressed, yes, but his clothes were an utter mess. 

“Why are you even here?” Garreth demanded. 

The stars sparkled in the girl’s eyes as she beamed with excitement. “I heard there were unicorns here. Is it true? I’ve been walking around in search of them.”

Garreth blinked. Of course, there were. The forests of Camellia were filled with them. Even the royal stable housed a few for his sisters' delight. But if she wasn't from this court as he suspected, there was a good chance she had never laid eyes on them before. Garreth decided that this girl was pretty. Immensely so. And he'd like to impress her just a little bit. 

“Come this way. I’ll show you.” And as they walked, she practically skipped with glee, unleashing question after question about the numerous beasts that proliferated the lands of Camellia. And for once, Garreth was glad to have the answers. 

As the afternoon drew to a close, Garreth realized there was more to the adorable stranger than he initially thought. Where most of the young daughters of his father's courtiers were shy, timid, or downright snooty, this girl was excitable and feisty. She didn't care if he was a prince or not. She didn't seek his favor or endeavor to please him. Throughout the day, she teased and taunted but always good-naturedly. She asked many questions but listened with rapt attention to all his explanations. About the unicorns, his court, and most of all, his potions. 

He showed her the gardens where he got most of his ingredients, and she knew several of the plants already, having read about them in books. Like him, she had a penchant for snacks and shared several with him until her pockets ran out. 

"I feel awfully terrible," Garreth said, watching her skirt twirl in the wind now that it wasn't weighed down by candy and treats. "You sure I can't give you some in return?" 

The girl shook her head. “Consider it thanks for showing me your sisters’ unicorns. Felicity was my favorite one.” 

Garreth nodded. This was the most fun he'd had in a while, and something about this girl enchanted him. Everything she touched or looked at made them seem new and magical to his eyes. She saw the world with a fresh perspective he had never thought to see before… and it made him want to bask in her presence a bit longer. She was magical, this girl. Even if she didn't possess a lick of magic herself. 

“I’ve got an idea,” she whirled to face him. “You see that tree over there? Want to climb it?”

"Sure," he chuckled. At this moment, he'd do anything she asked if it meant keeping that bubbly smile on her face. 

“Good! Last one’s a rotten egg!” she jumped to a sprint. 

"Wait! No fair!" Garreth called out, but she stuck her tongue out at him over her shoulder, her thin legs dashing even faster. 

Unbeknownst to either, the king and queen of Camellia had been watching their son from atop a third-floor window with an emissary dressed in a fashion similar to the girl’s. 

“They seem to be getting along swimmingly,” said the king, giving his wife a thoughtful glance. 

But the queen remained worried, clutching a hand to her chest. Garreth was her youngest son. Her baby. She harbored a soft spot for him and wanted him home for as long as possible. With an electrifying glance at the emissary from Aurora, she asked, “Won’t my other sons do? My second eldest, Septimus, has always wanted to marry a princess. He’s a sentimental boy and woos ladies aplenty with his poetry and prose.” 

But the emissary shook his head. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, I must remind you that while the terms of the alliance hinge upon the princess’s union with one of your princes, it must be of her own choosing. And as such, I have no say in the matter.” 

The queen returned her attention to her son, who was now busy picking fruit from the tallest branches of the tree for the princess. While affectionate with his sisters, Garreth has never shown any inclination or affection for any other young girls in their court. No matter how well-dressed, respectable, or accomplished they were, he never gave them so much as a glance. The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her reverie, and the king and queen turned to find Lady Matilda.

“Garreth is hell-bent on escaping me, it seems,” she began, but the king held up a patient hand. 

“No worries, dear sister,” he gave her a soft smile. “He’s with the princess.” 

~~~

“Where the fuck is the princess?” 

“Genny!” Septimus hissed reproachfully. “Must you use such foul language?!”

“Must you be a bore, Sep?” Genevieve stood on tiptoes, craning her neck to find her future sister-in-law’s carriage amidst the procession trailing into Camellia’s royal court. “I hear she rides a carriage of fairest white and starlight. But it’s too dark to see a blasted thing through this window!” 

William tapped a finger against his chin before taking out Oscar's bishop with his rook. "You'd see the carriage if you'd just wear your bloody spectacles," he murmured. 

Genevieve spun around. “I heard that! And you know why I refuse to wear them. They make me look like Aunt Matilda.” 

Oscar looked up and clutched his heart with feigned surprise. “Aunt Matilda! How long have you been standing there?” He dodged Genevieve’s shoe as the others erupted into laughter. 

"Prick," she bristled with annoyance, skipping across the room to fetch her shoe. "Anyways, has anyone seen Garreth? He's the man of the hour. He should be waiting downstairs with Mother and Father to receive his lovely bride." 

Oscar shook his head with a frown. “You know where he is.”

“Hiding,” said everyone in unison. 

It would have been funny, but their brother had stubbornly refused to appear before anyone, dreading their well wishes and congratulations. What should’ve been a joyous event felt like a death sentence, and Garreth was doing everything he could to stay hidden and out of sight. It was a shame, for his siblings have traveled, or are still traveling, from far and wide to see him and witness his marriage. 

“You would think,” Genevieve plopped down sadly beside Septimus, resting her feet on her brother’s lap, “he’d come out and spend time with us before he goes away.”

“If it’s any consolation,” said William, “Aurora is practically next door. He can visit us or vice versa whenever we wish.” 

“It’s not the saaame,” Genevieve moaned, hugging Septimus’ arm. “One by one, you’re all leaving me. Save for you, William, since you’re taking father’s throne. So, I’m stuck with your sorry ass.” 

“You might be married one day too, Genny,” said Septimus. 

“Never! I’d rather be a spinster like Aunt Matilda and serve Camellia to the end of my days. Mother knows I’m too capricious to be wed.”

“Never say never,” Oscar muttered, upending the chessboard as he realized his inevitable defeat.

The sounds of William's protests and Genevieve's shrill laughter escaped the study, and Garreth, who had been eavesdropping for a while now, frowned with a painful pang of his heart. This was his last week with his siblings, and here he was, running away from the sight of them like a petulant child. He didn't mean to, but he couldn't withstand their pity. Their fake happiness. But… if he were to face the rest of his life stuck in a loveless marriage, perhaps it was best to enjoy what remaining love he could get from his rambunctious siblings. 

With steady resolve, he plastered on the best smile he could muster and opened the door, greeting everyone with a decidedly cheery look. The others knew it was a façade, but they made no mention of it, relishing in their brother's presence before he was taken away from them forever. 

~~~

The week leading up to the wedding was a hectic mess that whizzed by in a blur. From outfit fittings to dining with guests, Garreth was extremely grateful for his siblings' help. Many of them were married and helped him endure the craziness of being a royal groom-to-be. And the ones who weren't, like Oscar and Genevieve, managed to steal the limelight whenever they noticed Garreth growing increasingly overwhelmed by the attention. 

Thankfully, out of the dozens of guests, Garreth had not been requested to meet his future bride or her parents. He wondered if she dreaded their wedding day as much as he did and if she was soaking up the last days of freedom before being shackled to a man she'd never even met. 

But as the wedding day drew nearer, word of his fiancee’s beauty began to spread like wildfire. She seemed to be roaming the grounds, coincidentally avoiding places Garreth was known to linger in. But she couldn't avoid his siblings' notice, with William and his other sisters claiming to have met her during a walk around the pastures. Genevieve, being the most eager to lay eyes on her, finally met her where the unicorns were allowed to graze and went on and on about the princess's kindness and beauty to whoever would listen. 

So much so that Garreth was beginning to grow nervous. He didn't care about his fiancée, to begin with, but… if she truly was the beauty they claimed her to be, would she find him dull and ugly? Garreth twirled a lock of hair around his finger. He knew it sent many girls’ hearts aflutter, but would it be enough to impress the princess?

“Genny’s a right ole church bell,” Oscar groaned from the sofa he was napping on, crossing an arm over his eyes. He opened one eye lazily and watched Garreth fuss over his hair. “I could be mistaken, Gaz, but are you seriously primping yourself right now?”

A flush crept over Garreth’s face. “Shut up, Oscar.”

Oscar bit back his smirk. A nervous Garreth was better than a sullen Garreth. 

~~~

Come the morning of the long-awaited wedding day, the palace was awash in the sun’s buttery gold light, flitting through the towering glass windows in soft, dazzling beams. But the entire court was abuzz with servants and nobles running to and fro to get everything ready, too busy to take notice of the sun’s blessing light. 

Garreth dressed slowly, his limbs moving of their own accord while servants helped him with his vest and refinery. This would be the last morning he’d ever wake up in his own room as a single man and free prince of Camellia. He wondered if it was too late to hop on a stallion and make his escape. 

“Don’t even think about it,” came the gruff voice of the Grand Master from the doorway. 

“Professor Sharp,” Garreth swallowed loudly. Even with a limp, his master still managed to come off foreboding. “What are you doing here, sir?”

"Making sure you don't do exactly what you're thinking, son," he replied, ambling towards the nearest armchair. He studied his protegee with an unreadable look before saying, "I know you must be expecting the worst, but you'll come to love Aurora."

“How do you know that, sir?”

Professor Sharp gave a wry smile. “Because I was born and raised there. Everything I’ve taught you, I learned in Aurora. They can teach you things you couldn't learn anywhere else."

Garreth gave a tentative smile in return. In all the years he spent under his master's guidance, this was the first time he divulged anything about his personal life, and Garreth was grateful for it. It appeased his heart a little and gave him something to look forward to, even if this marriage might be as torturous as he expected. 

And to Garreth's dismay, the torture started as soon as he stepped into the massive ballroom where the wedding would take place. Grand and luxurious, no expense was spared for this wedding, and the heady scent of flowers filling the room began getting to him. Standing on a dais with his brothers as his best men, he wondered which of them would catch him if he were to faint. 

“Quit your fidgeting, Garreth,” William chastised, peering over Septimus’ head. “And Hector, spit that gum out of your mouth before I get it out myself,” he snapped at their second youngest brother. 

Garreth rolled his neck, clenching his teeth as the fabric of his coat made his neck itch. He utterly despised formal events. The stuffy clothes, the simpering nobles, all of it got on his nerves, and William seemed determined to make everyone as equally annoyed as he was. Thankfully, Oscar had the mind to discreetly transfigure his coat, widening the neckline to give Garreth more room to breathe. 

Garreth gave his favorite brother a grateful smile and turned his face towards the double doors as music began to fill the room, the peaceful strum of the orchestra drowning out the wild beating of his heart as it began to race. 

This was it. 

The moment he'd been dreading for. But regardless of his feelings, Garreth would push through the day with as much grace and charm as possible. There was no sense in starting off on the wrong foot with his soon-to-be wife. 

~~~

The princess clutched her bouquet nervously as she waited for the doors to open. The musicians began to play on the other side, signaling her queue to get ready to walk. Her cold, clammy palms started glistening with sweat, and she took a deep breath to calm her pounding heart. 

This was it. 

The moment she'd been waiting for. The moment to find out whether she made a good choice all those years ago when she was not but a girl older than ten. She felt soft, comforting hands grip her arm gently, and the princess turned her head to gaze down at her loving mother, tears threatening to spill down her face. A sob from her other side, and the princess wavered at the sight of her father, the stoic king of Aurora, now weeping into his handkerchief. 

She was their only daughter. The only girl to have been born in three generations, equally as witty and intelligent as her brothers. They knew this day was coming, and she would still reside in their palace as the heiress to the throne, but it hurt to hand her off to be wed. The king and queen had so many words to tell her, so many ways to say they loved her, but when the doors flung open, they knew it could wait. This day was to celebrate a new love. A love they hoped would grow between their daughter and the youngest prince of Camellia. 

From behind her thick veil, the princess could barely make out the silhouette of her groom. All her focus was centered on her feet, ensuring she didn't trip on the extravagantly puffy skirt. While the veil was annoying, it at least shielded her from the crowd's immense staring, as many craned their necks and eyes to see if she was as lovely as the rumors had whispered her to be. If all went well, she'd only have to do this once in her life, a thought that didn't seem as comforting the longer she pondered it. 

Goodness, did this walkway never end? Her petticoat was a bit itchy, and she wanted nothing more than to kick her heels off and scratch that itch. The princess focused on trivial matters to push the nagging possibility that Prince Garreth might never come to love her. Oh, she's heard the rumors. He didn't take the news of their betrothal well, and it broke her heart a little to learn that he didn't remember her at all. 

Well, no use crying about it now. The grave's been dug, and it's time to lie in it. She came to a halt right before the priest, each of her parents breaking protocol to hug her before sitting beside her new parents-in-law. And when she turned to the priest again, she felt her fiancé's arm barely graze against hers, sending ripples down her spine. Even years after, without a clue how he looked or acted now, he still had the same effect on her. 

~~~

The priest droned on about the sanctity of marriage and the importance of unification between nations, and Garreth fought back his drooping eyelids. From the corner of his eye, he saw William reach an arm to pinch Hector awake, and a chuckle escaped Garreth’s lips before he could stop himself. 

“Any day now, Father,” he muttered as quietly as he could, and Garreth swore he heard a soft giggle from behind the veil. Well, he supposed this marriage wouldn’t be as bad as he thought if his wife possessed a shred of humor. 

When all was finally said, the priest stowed away his holy book and looked to the young couple before him to ask if they would take each other as their lawfully wedded spouse. Oscar sighed in relief when he heard Garreth say, "I do," although knowing his brother best, it sounded a little too much like pulling his nails out. And when the bride finally spoke, "I do," everyone in the room waited with bated breath for Garreth to reveal his new wife's face. 

His hands shook with trepidation as his fingers met the soft fabric of gossamer and tulle. He shouldn’t be this nervous. He had no reason to be. But his eyes fell on the bride’s hands, and the bouquet quivered in her grasp. Garreth realized she was just as anxious as he was, and it consoled him. Made him realize he was not alone. 

Gently, so painstakingly slowly, he lifted the veil inch by inch, past her chest, her shoulders, then her chin, and – oh. 

Garreth's breath stilled, his skin blooming a viciously red hue as he took in familiar, star-bedazzled eyes framed by exquisitely long lashes and the most luscious pair of lips he had ever laid eyes on. Lips that curved in a shy but taunting grin as she dared him to remember her. Remember that distant day of chatter and play. Judging from how he gaped at her, it all came flooding back, clear as a bell. 

"I guess you ARE a prince, after all," she teased, eyes still searching his for any sign of assurance. Any sign at all that she did not make a mistake by choosing him. Over Garreth's shoulder, the princess could make out his siblings, straining to catch a glimpse of her face, but one in particular, Genny, waved at her with an enthusiastic grin.  

All tension in Garreth's shoulders fled him as he smiled down adoringly at his new wife without care that all eyes were on them. "There she is," he hummed pleasantly. "There's my little fairy."

The rest of the world dimmed away in a blur as Garreth leaned down to kiss his bride, his skin erupting into flaming ripples at the feel of her soft lips against his. This marriage may not be so bad after all. 

#garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy #weasley wednesday #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x you #fic #my stuff #au #i got the background from pinterest but if anyone knows who the actual artist is pls lemme know

[snowbellewells]

MY CSSNS23 MC: "Carolina Moon" {prologue}

**Thank you SO MUCH to my event artist @eastwesthomeisbest for the absolutely amazing cover art she created (in much less time than I should have afforded her). I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it, and am thrilled to be able to put it with each update of my story. Also, I'm so grateful to have @xarandomdreamx as my beta for this fic as well, though I did not give her this prologue, so any mistakes here are absolutely and unfortunately mine! And thank you too to the @cssns as a whole for once again providing such a great event of which to be a part!!***

Here is my second submission to the @cssns23 event!! This one is a modern au of the Nora Roberts novel and subsequent tv movie Carolina Moon. The main female character in the movie is psychic/clairvoyant (I’ll admit, I’m not too sure about the distinction between the two) and I thought her visions and what she goes through in connection to them made a nice real-world parallel to Emma’s magic. (There’s also a scene in here where the male lead says something that I could so perfectly see Killian saying to Emma… I just cannot wait to get to that point!)

Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this romantic thriller with some murder mystery elements.  There are some instances of abuse and violence in here though - which I feel like I should mention, since that’s a little darker than my typical style. Most of them are in flashbacks of Emma’s past, or in visions she has of victims, more than in the actual present day plot; still I wanted to make people aware before we got too far.

Please enjoy! (I’d love to hear what you think.)

Prologue

July 1993

The water at their hideaway always feels so good. She could sink into it until her head slips below the surface and never, ever want to come up for air. It’s cooler, more luxurious than even the rich, satiny sheets on the trundle bed those rare nights when she gets to sleep over at Rose’s. Emma Swan’s gangly, 13-year-old limbs slice through the murky water as if the constant humidity and sultry air of Storybrooke, South Carolina can’t penetrate here in their little forest haven. She knows, of course, logically, that the real world isn’t all that far away. The shaded pond she and Rose discovered two summers ago is just a short trek into the woods at the furthest edge of Rose’s family’s boundless acreage. Still, it feels removed enough to bring Emma a sense of peace and contentment she gains nowhere else.

Looking over her shoulder to the large, smooth boulder jutting out of the pond at the bank where they left their flip flops and cutoff denim shorts, she can see her best friend stretched out with her new book where they had spread their towels on the rock’s surface, just in the wash of warming sunlight that streams through the tree branches overhead. Rose’s flawlessly creamy pale skin is prone to burning, but at the moment her friend seems willing to take the risk for the benefit of lazing cozily to read as she dries in the sun after taking a quick dip. Shaking her head, Emma plunges back under, happy to stay in the chilly water a bit longer herself. She knew as soon as they’d met outside Rose’s house that afternoon, and she had seen that Rose held a new Boxcar Children book in her hand, that her friend would not be able to resist burrowing into those pages for long.

It’s funny, Emma supposes, but that’s exactly what bonded she and Rose Jones in the first place. They might seem different on the surface, but in the end, neither of them quite fit with everyone else, and so they gravitate to each other, and have ever since Emma first arrived in Storybrooke as an eight-year-old orphan. They are each willing to give the other at least one person who takes them as they are and with whom they won’t have to pretend. Emma doesn’t care if Rose wants to read quietly and tell her about the stories she’s already finished instead of picking out dresses for the next cotillion class or preening in front of the mirror, practicing batting her eyelashes to charm boys or bragging to Emma about which ones she intends to kiss. Her sister Ruby, who shares the same thickly shining, burnished mahogany hair and pretty pink lips but little of her fraternal twin’s calming, gentle personality, does enough of that for the both of them. Their mother, a former debutante and southern belle, delights in the one daughter’s traditional coquettishness, and despairs of the other’s shyness. Cora Jones is a true throwback to another time who wants nothing more than to see both her daughters marry well and retain their places atop the social ladder. Emma could not care any less about such details; she is already clinging to the very bottom rung of such a social structure - if she and the so-called guardians with whom she lives are on the ladder at all. In turn, Rose doesn’t mock Emma for her thick, dark-framed glasses or secondhand clothes, nor does she cringe away from the “fits” that sometimes take hold of her friend, making strange, disturbing scenes Emma can’t understand flash across her mind with such intensity they sometimes knock her off her feet. Emma knows Rose’s mother and sister find her an unsuitable and embarrassing companion for Rose, but she is eternally grateful her friend seems able to see the best in anyone - even a lost girl nobody else wants - and so blithely acts as though she has no idea about the rest of her family’s opinions.

Cringing even while still submerged in the pond’s depths and practically invisible, Emma tries not to think of her unwanted visions. Her strict, hypocritical, and more than a bit deranged, foster father claims she’s possessed - and more than once has taken her episodes out of her hide. The man swears he’s beating the devil out of her and putting the fear of God in Satan’s place when he takes the thick leather strap to her shoulders, back and legs until she bleeds, but Emma has already lived long enough in a cruel and unfair world to know that his violence and “discipline” have less to do with parenting and concern for her soul, and more to show for his own twisted mind and overindulgence in the bottle. She wants to hide her spells from him, but when they come on her so abruptly and with such power, they are impossible to miss. She can’t fathom how a person like him was deemed fit to take in and care for a child, but mistreatment and injustice seem to be her lot in life thus far, and so she simply grits her teeth and survives.

It’s different though when the spells happen around Rose; the slight brunette merely rests a cool, steadying hand on Emma’s forehead or her arm until they pass, then she helps Emma stand until she feels in control again, listens as she attempts to make sense of whatever she’s seen, and most importantly… believes her. If only she could stay in the huge house Rose’s family calls home. She’d cook, clean, do chores, even stay in the servant’s quarters; Emma isn’t picky. It would still be a far sight safer than the situation she has in the rundown shack with the monster who’d been deemed her caretaker. Barring that, she would honestly rather live wild in these woods and survive off the land. She knew which plants and berries were safe to eat; Graham, her first friend, once a fellow orphan now happily adopted, had shown her ages ago, as well as taught her how to fish. It wouldn’t be easy, but she’d get by, and at least no one would lay a hand on her again.

This afternoon, those eerie images she sometimes has seem far away as she splashes up out of the water, trying to arc playfully like a mermaid as she breaks the surface. Drawing in a big gulp of air after staying underwater so long, Emma startles at the sound of teasing laughter, and whirls to see three figures on the bank where she and Rose left their shoes and shorts. 

“Well, look here,” calls out a taunting voice that never fails to set Emma’s nerves on edge. “It’s the baby beached librarian and her drowned rat friend!” None other than Emma’s nemesis, Killian Jones, crows from his vantage point on dry land.

Rose sits up ramrod straight, book still in hand and annoyed scowl on her face at Killian and his friends’ interruption to the quiet peace of their sanctuary. She isn’t genuinely angry, though; for all that she and her sister share little in common, she and her two-years-older brother are affectionately close. “Shut up, Killy!” she shoots back, throwing in the childhood nickname they all know he hates. “Who asked you to come looking anyway?”

The boy standing next to Killian speaks up next, making Emma scowl just as playfully as Rose had moments before. Graham Hunter might as well be her big brother; he’s the closest thing she’s had to family since her parents were lost in a car crash and she was thrown into the foster care system. Be that as it may, he and Killian Jones are thick as thieves, and he’ll give her a hard time for all he’s worth while in the presence of his buddy. “We just wanted to swim,” he calls across the water to the two girls, smirking at Emma, who now stands in the water with one hip jutting out and hands planted on her waist. “How were we supposed to know you two were infesting it?”

“Ha!” Emma jeers back, the affront plain in her voice; despite the fact that the entire routine is like a practiced girls-versus-boys exchange they’ve all engaged in countless times. There isn’t much else to do for entertainment in their sleepy little one-horse town. “You idiots know this is Rose’s and my hideaway, fair and square!”

“Well, Rose’s anyway,” a third voice cuts in snidely.

The cruel jab reminds Emma once more that to most folks she is just a charity case, quite possibly only included in anything at all because of her friend’s kind heart, and at the intentional slight, cuts her gaze to the third member of the boys’ little crew, skulking a step back in the shadows behind where Killian and Graham stand, as he always does. Her green eyes narrow to slits in genuine dislike and suspicion. Where before her animosity was largely for show, when they land on Walsh Ozman, it is all too real.

She has never understood why the other two boys - jokers and annoyances though they may be, but good guys when it comes right down to it - hang out with Walsh at all.  Where Graham and Killian are much more cut from the same cloth - athletic, outgoing, well-liked and pleasant - Walsh is a splindy, sniveling character, complaining and whining whatever their little trio gets up to. He lives not far from Emma’s foster father’s cabin with his single mother - a bushy-haired redhead who seems strangely overprotective and attached to her only child. Most people give the property a wide berth, except when high schoolers teepee it the whole month of October, and the general town consensus is that Zelena Ozman might be a witch and to steer clear. Still, beyond all of that, Emma might have been able to look past the boy’s circumstances and see him for himself - she of all people knew the gift it was not to be judged by where a person came from - if Walsh hadn’t simply given her “the willies”. Even standing too close to him made the fine hairs at the nape of her neck stand on end - and not in the way that nearness to Killian sometimes did; an altogether much more pleasant tingle, even if she was just as unable to explain one as the other.

“We could take their things,” Walsh suggests, holding up the threadbare, faded jeans Emma had left on the bank. “Make them walk back in their skivvies.” The wicked smile on his face makes Emma’s stomach turn over sickly.

Something sharp flashes in Jones’ eyes, his nostrils flaring slightly and his head giving a subtle shake of dissent that Emma can see even at the distance she stands away from him. Protectiveness, chivalry, or maybe the honor of a southern gentleman passed down to him through generations of his impressive family line; whatever it is, it sparks to life in his eyes at that moment as he quashes Walsh’s mean-spirited suggestion in no uncertain terms. “That’s my little sister you’re talking about Oz,” he growls, smacking the worn material from the smaller’s boy’s hands, even if the article of clothing isn’t Rose’s at all.

Emma feels her breath rush back into her lungs, though she continues to watch the guys warily for whatever they might do or say next. Before long, they grow bored of standing around and move on, hollering out age old taunts of “Bye, losers” and “Hey, smell ya later” to Emma’s derisive snort and Rose completely ignoring them to flip open her book again.

However, even with the intruders gone, it seems as if the perfect comfort of their retreat has been shattered by the unsettling interruption.  Soon, Emma wades to the shore and Rose clambers down from her perch, to dress once more and return to the world outside. For a moment, as she refastens her jeans around her skinny waist, Emma feels a strange prickling along the fine hairs on her arms… like they’re being watched. She jerks around, searching the surrounding trees and brush, but can’t see or hear a thing.

Rose’s small hand takes hers, snapping Emma out of the moment. “What is it?” she whispers, only true caring in her voice. “Did you sense something?”

Emma nods, but can’t give her suspicions voice. Usually her visions are clearer than that - this had just been heavy breathing and like looking at herself and Rose through another person’s eyes, outside her own body.

Rose stooped to grab the little canvas bag she’d bought along with water bottles, towels, and a second book in it. “Hey, don’t worry, okay?” she offers, hopeful and kind as always. “You’ll figure it out. Wanna meet back out here tonight? Secret Sister bonfire?” she winks mischeivously. “I have to get to dinner now. You know how Mama hates it if I’m not washed up and properly attired for the evening meal - or a second late. But we can talk some more then, maybe you’ll remember more and it will be clearer.”

Emma nods gamely. “The stars’ll be beautiful by midnight,” she suggests. “And we’ll definitely have the place all to ourselves.”

“Since we were so rudely interrupted,” Rose chimes in with a giggle and roll of her eyes.

“Shake on it, pinkie swear,” they say together in practiced unison, executing a complex handshake that ends with their pinkies hooked together and wide, matching grins on both their faces.

“Thanks Rose,” Emma whispers sincerely, trying to speak around the lump in her throat as if it’s no big deal. “I’ll be out here as soon as I can sneak away.”

Rose, for her part, wraps her taller, golden-haired friend into a tight, momentary hug. “Hey, we’re Secret Sisters! You can count on me.  I’ll see you then!”

They part ways at the edge of the forest; Emma heading to the rundown cabin that serves as her nightmarish version of a home, and Rose to the pristine Jones family mansion standing tall over all the surrounding land. Rose looks back over her shoulder with a smile and wave that bolsters Emma, and the memory fades back into the haze of the past…

Eighteen years later….

September 2011

The blaring of the horn as a sports car whizzed by, barely missing the nose of Emma’s beat-up yellow VW where it had begun to edge out into the country intersection, jarred her back to the present with a gasp and painful jolt to her chest. Panting for a moment as she gripped the steering wheel, Emma tried to clear her head and calm the pounding of her heart at the near-miss.

‘Get it together,’ she berated herself. It might have seemed like only yesterday as she remembered that sunny afternoon at the swimming hole, but that day had been nearly two decades ago. She was a grown woman, had made a way for herself, fighting tooth and nail for every step forward, and she answered to no one. She had learned to stand up for her rights and her needs, to control her visions and use them for good, and had even served a special consultant for the Boston PD. But, more than all of that, she had come back to this place to find peace, to lay to rest the ghosts that had followed her everywhere else she’d gone in the years between, once and for all. If she expected others to leave the past in the past, she would first have to manage to do the same.

She’d had no way to know as she and Rose parted that afternoon with promises and plans for later that it would be the last time she would ever see her friend. Emma had harbored the pain and the guilt and the unanswered questions ever since. Finally, it was time to meet the gazes of all of those who had stared at her in suspicion before she’d been packed up and moved away once more, and it was time she found answers. She wasn’t the scared, whipped, mistreated adolescent she had been at 13. What she had lived through then was not her fault, nor was what had happened to Rose that muggy July midnight. 

And if she had to return to Storybrooke, South Carolina to lay that burden down… well, it was long past time she did.

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#cs ff #cs fanart #cssns23 #carolina mooon #prologue #nora roberts au #cs modern au mc

[mysticmellowlove]

Request for vampire x sub yandere please

Blood Cast - Hallowed Halls

warnings; yandere behaviour, sub yandere, sub male, dom reader, sadistic reader, blood kink, gn reader,

word count; I don’t know babe, I’ll update it when I get my computer back

note; god knows i love monsters. monsters and sub yandere? even better, hand em over. i do think I blended this and another one of my requests together but how could someone ever get enough submissive butler type yanderes?

On the top of a secluded mountain is a solitary manor. Its front faces the rising sun and its back faces the rocky crags that border the ocean. Though the manor was brilliant in size and decoration not many ever saw it due to the constant haze of fog that settled over it.

Through the winding forest, tucked away in the blanket of haze, behind the decadent walls was a family not well known. With two heads and a duo of children the family sat stationary.

The only time anyone had seen them was when they went into the nearby town, once every blue moon. On those days villagers would disappear, never to be seen again. If one listens closely one might say that the screams of the stolen echo throughout the night.

"That is what people think of us?" An exquisitely dressed entity rested on their chair, overlooking the man on the floor before them. Their head was tilted to the side, ever so slightly, as a small yet knowing smile graced their lips. Before them the male that had been telling the story behind the mysterious manor trembled.

His body was donned in an outfit suited for a high-class butler though the velvet collar situated around his neck said otherwise. In truth, his role was to attend to the person in front of him. It had been their prerogative to have him wear the collar, not that he minded too much.

"It is indeed your excellency." Languidly they blinked, their gaze darting to a glass resting precariously on the vanity next to them. He too looked at it and a rush of knowing coursed through him. He knew exactly what was in the glass, he had given it up himself.

"Interesting. Though you know it's not us... right?" He let their words wash over him. That saccharine tone, glinting eyes just like the richest rubies, form befitting something holy... and yet they were sacrilege embodied. Their hand moved slowly, purposely as they angled their fingers downwards. He watched enraptured as they grabbed the glass and let it linger in front of their eyes.

"Come." They called him, to which he stood immediately and strode over to their seated form. His leg nestled between their own, a breach of space that he had been graciously given. The proximity between the two was now intoxicating to him. He could smell the mixture of iron and soft roses cloud his mind.

A small smile rose to their face as their hand grabbed his chin, tilting his head upwards so he was eye-to-eye with them. The sharp corner of their nails grazed his skin ever so slightly as he felt shivers rock up and down his body.

They lifted the glass and let it rest on his lips, watching as pink met the rich red. The smell was overpowering, sickening... he knew just how wrong it was for someone like him to be this close to his own blood. But for them, he'd do anything they asked.

A devious glint rose to their face as they tilted the glass in a quick manner. He sputtered to himself as the thick blood slid into his mouth. He felt his throat close up as the taste of metal made his tastebuds scream. Tears budded at the sides of his eyes as he fought to keep himself from subconsciously swallowing... or spitting it out.

Finally, they stood, their body brushing against his own as their face drifted closer. He shut his eyes tightly, his hands shaking as he fought to suppress a whimper. Their lips were soft as they slotted over his own.

He whimpered as their tongue darted into his mouth, stroking at the sides. Their hands wrapped around his waist, nails digging unforgivingly into his plush skin. A hiss escaped from him as he felt the sting that accompanied their bruising grip.

Warmth radiated through him as he felt his legs weaken, the want to lean into them and let them do whatever they wanted with his body was nearly overwhelming. He almost found himself breathily saying so, the words on the very tip of his tongue.

“Your heart beat is picking up pet. I can feel the buzz beneath my hands.” Their voice had dropped into a cold growl. He blinked blearily. They were looking at him, their eyes roving over any skin he had showing. He may be on edge for them but he had known them for long enough… their control was waning.

“Do it, take what you want.” It came out as a whisper, barely even a breeze and yet they heard it perfectly. Just like clockwork they leant into them, their mouth hot over his neck. The sharp nails caught on his skin as they peeled the collar down a little, the sudden cut of the velvet into his skin made him shudder in delight.

His mouth dropped open as their teeth sunk into him. His hands wrapped around their shoulders as he grew unable to keep himself from clasping down. Clipped moans and short breaths left him as he let himself sink into the feeling. Their body was close to his, their uncanny coolness washed over him. His leg was pressed to their core, resisting the urge to grind into them. He knew they were taking pleasure from this as well, seeing him crumble before them made their undead heart race.

Finally the wooziness of having himself drained overcame him and his legs crumpled completely. He was swept up into their grasp and deposited onto their chair. He looked blearily up at them as their tongue darted out and licked the last remnants of his essence from them.

Before he could say anything they shushed him, their fingers suddenly in his mouth.

“Hush stupid pet, rest now and we’ll continue this later.” They had a salacious grin on their face. Their gaze promised something deliciously decadent and he felt the buzz of that future tingle under his skin.

But for now he’d rest under their watchful gaze.

#sub yandere #sub male #dom reader #gender neutral reader #yandere x reader

[berniesrevolution]

The Atlantic

in 1851, members of a California state militia called the Mariposa Battalion became the first white men to lay eyes on Yosemite Valley. The group was largely made up of miners. They had been scouring the western slopes of the Sierra when they happened upon the granite valley that Native peoples had long referred to as “the place of a gaping mouth.” Lafayette Bunnell, a physician attached to the militia, found himself awestruck. “None but those who have visited this most wonderful valley, can even imagine the feelings with which I looked upon the view,” he later wrote. “A peculiar exalted sensation seemed to fill my whole being, and I found my eyes in tears.” Many of those who have followed in Bunnell’s footsteps over the past 170 years, walking alongside the Merced River or gazing upon the god-rock of El Capitan, have been similarly struck by the sense that they were in the presence of the divine.

The Mariposa Battalion had come to Yosemite to kill Indians. Yosemite’s Miwok tribes, like many of California’s Native peoples, were obstructing a frenzy of extraction brought on by the Gold Rush. And whatever Bunnell’s fine sentiments about nature, he made his contempt for these “overgrown, vicious children” plain:

Any attempt to govern or civilize them without the power to compel obedience, will be looked upon by barbarians with derision … The savage is naturally vain, cruel and arrogant. He boasts of his murders and robberies, and the tortures of his victims very much in the same manner that he recounts his deeds of valor in battle.

When the roughly 200 men of the Mariposa Battalion marched into Yosemite, armed with rifles, they did not find the Miwok eager for battle. While the Miwok hid, the militiamen sought to starve them into submission by burning their food stores, souring the valley’s air with the smell of scorched acorns. On one particularly bloody day, some of the men came upon an inhabited village outside the valley, surprising the Miwok there. They used embers from the tribe’s own campfires to set the wigwams aflame and shot at the villagers indiscriminately as they fled, murdering 23 of them. By the time the militia’s campaign ended, many of the Miwok who survived had been driven from Yosemite, their homeland for millennia, and forced onto reservations.

Thirty-nine years later, Yosemite became the fifth national park. (Yellowstone, which was granted that status in 1872, was the first.) The parks were intended to be natural cathedrals: protected landscapes where people could worship the sublime. They offer Americans the thrill of looking back over their shoulder at a world without humans or technology. Many visit them to find something that exists outside or beyond us, to experience an awesome sense of scale, to contemplate our smallness and our ephemerality. It was for this reason that John Muir, the father of modern conservationism, advocated for the parks’ creation.

More than a century ago, in the pages of this magazine, Muir described the entire American continent as a wild garden “favored above all the other wild parks and gardens of the globe.” But in truth, the North American continent has not been a wilderness for at least 15,000 years: Many of the landscapes that became national parks had been shaped by Native peoples for millennia. Forests on the Eastern Seaboard looked plentiful to white settlers because American Indians had strategically burned them to increase the amount of forage for moose and deer and woodland caribou. Yosemite Valley’s sublime landscape was likewise tended by Native peoples; the acorns that fed the Miwok came from black oaks long cultivated by the tribe. The idea of a virgin American wilderness—an Eden untouched by humans and devoid of sin—is an illusion.

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#politics #the left #the atlantic #native american #native people #parks #yellowstone #yosemite #progressive movement #democratic socialism