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hobietopia · 9 months
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★ neteyam.
crush / fluff.
wait for you / fluff.
cruel / angst.
★ kiri.
★ lo'ak.
invisible string / angst.
★ ao'nung.
★ tsireya.
★ rotxo.
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multiple characters.
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mechamedusa · 10 months
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cw noncon condom removal + creampie, reader has tits and is referred to as “girl”, kiri is a little scummy here and he is doing his best to justify, but reader is also a little scummy here >:) [1.7k]
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Kirishima always uses condoms.
not because he doesn’t want to fuck you raw (he would love to fuck you raw), but because he’s responsible. and, most of all, because he’s a gentleman.
you don’t even have to ask him. no need to interject that hurried, breathy “condom?” when his lips part from yours to suck hungrily at your neck. he’s already digging into the bedside table drawer, or reaching to fish his wallet out of his pants pocket, or fumbling in the middle console of his car in search of the stray foil packets he knows are there somewhere.
you’ve never had to remind him, because he may be the guy who’s about to rearrange your guts in his backseat, but he’s a good guy first and foremost.
and this time is no different. with his head ducked awkwardly in the car, nose scrunched up in an almost boyish concentration, he’d rolled the little pink saucer down over his hard length before swiping his tip through your folds. he’d made sure to wrap it up before positioning himself behind you, his knees sliding into place against the insides of yours and a big hand smoothing over your lower back to get you to arch up more for him before finally sinking into you.
it’s heaven — tight, hot, pulsating paradise, even with the thin layer between you. and you’re nothing if not an angel, just perfect, so fucking cute and flushed, glassy-eyed and glossy-lipped with your face pressed into the red leather seat, and your pussy squeezing him like no other. kirishima has never once thought to himself that it could get any better than this.
his hips smacking against yours, that pretty pussy gripping him every time he pulls out like it never wants him to leave, and your shimmering cream coating his cock and standing out against the tinged latex — no, there can’t be anything better than this.
but then, something feels… different.
suddenly, something feels a bit more sensitive. a bit more slippery, the velvety ridges of your cunt feeling just a bit more defined as they rub against the tip of his cock.
confused, his hands squeeze at your ass as he pulls out of you for a moment, a lewd wet click sounding out from just how suctioned your walls were around his girth. kirishima blinks down at his dick, reaching to maneuver it and get a better look — and that’s when he realizes, the condom is broken.
it’s ripped, right at the tip, stretched by the friction and pushed down around the head of his cock so that it’s poking out of the colorful latex hole. “oh—“ is all he manages before you’re whining impatiently and sending your hips backwards. sheathing him back inside you in a quick, desperate motion that unknowingly pushes the latex even further down his cock, exposing more of him to the bare bliss of your cunt.
“fuck, baby— wait—“ his hands hover over your ass and his eyelids flutter as you fuck yourself back on him, ass ricocheting with each clap of it against his pelvis. “ohh shit—“ he can’t bring himself to stop you, not with how lost in pleasure you seem to be, and definitely not with how amazing you feel around him.
so fucking wet, so fucking warm, he swears he could map out every little spongy detail of your insides off of feeling alone.
is this what he’s been missing?
he bites at his lip, runs a hand through fiery hair and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. he should tell you, he knows he should. he should stop you right now, grip your hips and force them to stop moving for a second so he can bring this to your attention. surely you’d both laugh, and then it would be as easy as pulling this useless bit of latex off and replacing it with another before getting right back to where you were. that’s what a good guy would do. but —
“ohhhh i’m so close ei! wanna cum on your cock, wanna cum all over your cock — need you to fuck me, please!”
wouldn’t it be worse to ruin your orgasm?
a gentleman wouldn’t do that. a good guy would fuck you hard and deep, hit that spot inside you (the one he can now feel with the sensitive tip of his dick) until you’re squealing and gushing around him.
a good guy would make you cum first.
right?
you start to raise your chest up, looking back over your shoulder with your brows pinched in frustration — but a strong hand on the back of your neck pushes you right back down.
“want me to fuck you, baby girl?”
you smile, your cheek scrunching against the warmed leather. “yes— yes, please! need you to fuck me—!”
“you need it? tell me again, baby. tell me you need this dick.”
his voice is husky, darkened by lust, and the sudden shift in demeanor excites you — whatever has caused it, you can only be thankful for. so you roll your hips, pull a deep groan from his chest as you force his cock to grind against your aching insides. “i need it. need your dick so, so bad.”
“fuck,” he grits his teeth, folds himself over you to kiss tenderly at your shoulder and rasp low in your ear, “you know i gotta give you what you need.”
and he does — he gives it to you like a man possessed. steady, deep, hard strokes that have you feeling every throbbing inch of him. what you don’t know, is that he’s feeling every sweet inch of you, and it feels brand fucking new.
yeah, maybe he’d slid his fist down his length to gather all that latex at the base and free his cock almost completely. but the condom was already broken, right? and you said you needed him, right? so there was nothing wrong with feeling you just a bit more… right?
it can’t be wrong, not with how tightly you’re squeezing him, not with how wet you’re getting around him (have you always gotten this wet?). you’re making these beautiful sounds that are bouncing right off the fogged windows, moans dripping from your throat like syrup, and he thinks they may even be sweeter than usual.
and it definitely can’t be wrong with how quickly you cum on his cock — right on his bare cock.
you’re trembling, with your ass high up in the air and tits squished against the sweat-dampened leather, bouncing back to meet each of his thrusts in a hypnotizing rhythm that has the whole car shaking in time. your release damn near drowning his cock in sticky-sweet juices that make his length shine, plus his balls, and the insides of your thighs, and the seat underneath you. slippery velvet closing so violently around him it’s like you’re trying to lock him there inside you and milk him fucking dry.
but he’s going to pull out — he will pull out, he’s so damn close, but right in the nick of time he’ll make sure to pull out and shoot all over your ass. just a little bit longer, he needs to feel your tight, wet heat just a little bit longer—
“cum for me, baby! p-please, please, wanna feel you cum inside this pussy!”
he knows you’re just talking dirty for him, just saying the things that always seem to coax a groan from deep in his belly and get his cock swelling and twitching for you, but fuck if you keep talking like that—
“ahh— give it to me, daddy— please give me all that cum, want all of it— need’ta feel it deep inside me, need to be so full of it i feel it in my tummy—“
fuck.
“y-you need it, baby?”
“yes, yes i need it— need it so bad—!”
what kind of a guy would kirishima be, if he didn’t give you what you need?
so he does give it to you. with one big hand making a print on the window and the other surely leaving a bruise on your hip, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and unloads right into the warm depths of your cunt. rope after rope, his cock kicking hard against your walls with each one that goes shooting out of it, so much cum it floods your belly with heat and seeps out until it’s mixing with your own cream around his thick base.
he doesn’t think he’s ever cum quite that much before.
he’s sure of it when he finally pulls out and he sees it all drooling out in fat globs from your used hole, glazing your folds in the evidence of his indiscretion.
neither of you move, caught in a heavy silence, thick as the humidity in the cramped backseat. kirishima swallows hard, and you clear your throat.
“did the—?”
“the condom broke.”
kirishima is thankful you can’t see it actually ripped to hell and gathered all the way down his dick, like some sort of sad, flimsy pink cock ring rather than the layer of defense it was supposed to be. he’s quick to pull it off, murmuring for you to stay still so he can clean you up. nervously chattering on about how there’s no need to panic, he’ll stop somewhere for emergency contraceptive, everything will be alright.
and you are thankful that he can’t see the ghost of a smile on your lips — a giddy, triumphant smile. the hole you’d poked in the condom had somehow gotten much bigger, from what you could tell from the way he’d felt inside you, and the sheer amount of cum currently dripping down your thighs. but that’s ok. you never liked condoms, and you’d hoped just one slip-up would convince him to forego them altogether.
well, your plan had worked a little too well, it seems.
you let him kiss at your temple and wipe you clean, smiling to yourself when you feel him gently pull you apart to watch the cum dribble out of you with a barely concealed groan.
you have a feeling kirishima will never be using condoms with you again.
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gardenofnoah · 1 year
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“you comfy?”
you hum, nuzzling deeper into the fat of eijiro’s pec. one hand settles on the back of your head, fingertips scratching your scalp gently—the other trails up the curve of your jaw, stopping only when the pad of his thumb taps against your bottom lip.
“open up for me, sweetheart.”
you do, letting him slip the digit into your mouth. he rests it there on your tongue and your lips close around it, sucking lightly. your eyes flutter closed at the feeling—at the taste of his skin.
“that’s my girl,” he murmurs from above you, smoothing his palm over your hair.
he’d caught on quickly, with how eager you’d get to take his fingers into your mouth—and he had a hunch that it was less of a sexual inclination and more of a yearning for comfort. it was amusing to him at first, until he realized that the right amount of praise and tending to your oral fixation would leave you perfectly pliant in his arms. then he couldn’t get enough.
when he’d asked about it, you just shrugged, going a little pink until you realized he genuinely wanted to know.
“makes me feel safe, i guess,” you muttered into the crook of his neck, hiding from him. he couldn’t help but swell up with pride at the thought of his sweet baby needing him so intensely.
so he’s more than happy to give you this—lazy evenings with you sprawled out on his chest on the couch, his fingers cradled by your tongue. on some nights, when you need more, he’s got a heavy arm across your back to keep you held to him, thick cock fucking up into you slowly—as comforting as he can manage, stretching you out like that— reveling in the way his fingers muffle your soft whines—how your warm mouth pulls his fingers in a little deeper down your throat with each gentle thrust of his hips—
but when it’s enough for you to feel the weight of his thumb on your tongue and turn your brain off for a little while, he’s content to give you that—free hand reaching under your shirt to draw gentle patterns down your spine, or brushing through your hair with his fingers. he feels the soft suction of your mouth around him and the slow exhale you let out of your nose, settling further into him and letting the day seep out from you.
“there you go,” he coos, ducking down to kiss the top of your head, “i’ve got you, sweet girl.”
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xphntmhvx · 2 months
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thinking about how kiri would simply melt the first time you hold his hand.
it's nonchalant and completely casual. just a lil sign of affection that you figured he probably wouldn't mind considering how he's always laying a hand on your shoulder or leaning against you whenever you say something he finds particularly funny.
he's so used to being the affectionate one; he's so used to taking on the responsibility of cheering people up and of being the one who gives comfort that he nearly forgets what it's like to be on the receiving end. your palm presses against his and he freezes mid-sentence, suddenly fully aware of every time your fingers move to adjust your grip.
he stutters, blanking completely on whatever he was about to say, and simply stares at the way your hands are connected. he's studying the way your hand feels in his, memorizing just how warm and soft the connection is and how his stomach can't stop doing flips. his heart clenches while also somehow managing to get caught in to his throat. but he doesn't panic. he doesn't even falter once the initial shock washes over him. instead, he continues like nothing happened, aside from the fact that his hand never moves to part with yours unless you insist on it.
however, everyone can see just how his smile seems to linger for the rest of the day.
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nyctophicbtch · 1 year
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metkayina reader firstborn daughter of ronal and tonowari and most authority out of their children maybe shes the clan heir or future tsahik plsss!! love interest either non canon character/oc mate or neteyam
Neteyam with Tonowari’s firstborn daughter
When you first met the Omatikaya guests, you were obligated to treat them kindly
You weren’t as cheerful as your sister, Tsireya, was thanks to the responsibilities you had, but you were still sweet and cheerful on the inside
Your personality caught Neteyam’s eye, but it wasn’t too obvious at first
Scolding Ao’nung for being mean is your daily routine ever since the Sullys arrived
Nobody really noticed, but Neteyam observes you a lot
He saw the inner you whenever you interacted alone with his younger sister, Tuk
You’d laugh so much and allow yourself to be childish
But once you’re with the group, you’d put on the facade again
In some way, Neteyam could relate as the eldest child and future to the clan
One day Neteyam overheard your father scolding you over a mistake and reminding you that you were the clan’s future
You looked so pressured you were about to cry
You flinched at some point when your father yelled at you
Ao’nung was just sitting in the corner feeling terrible for you
After your father left, you didn’t let your brother see you break
Instead you just ruffled his hair, saying it’s okay
Then you went out and bumped into Neteyam and your face went pale
“How much did you hear?”
“Not much.”
You started talking to him more often after that
It wasn’t as if there were obvious feelings between the two of you
But your siblings and his would tease you whenever they see the two of you sitting alone
Neteyam would talk to you more often than he would with your siblings
Def gonna be teasing Lo’ak and Tsireya together
And then you started noticing the little things about him
Until you finally realized you had feelings for the eldest Sully
They terrified you
Because Neteyam was just confusingly unpredictable
On one side, he treated you differently in a good way
The little gestures he’d only do with you were sweet and kind
But on the other hand, you were someone he could relate too, so he probably just saw you as a close friend
Your thoughts were constantly fighting amongst themselves
Even your siblings noticed
Tsireya tried calming you down once when you were stressed out about your own feelings
Kiri somehow found out
Then she told Lo’ak
And they both tried getting some confirmation out of Neteyam and tried convincing him to make a move
But he won’t budge
At some point Ao’nung would teach the Sully kids something misleadingly
And then you’d smack the back of his head
“That’s not how you do it.”
Neteyam laughs and everyone would pass knowing looks
Except Tuk who was oblivious and was in her own little world
After some time, Neteyam starts noticing too
The stolen glances you’d send his way when he wasn’t looking
How nervous you looked when he was standing way too close to you
He found it adorable
Meanwhile, you were still trying to figure him out
The Skxawng knows and he’s not doing anything about it
Yes, he feels the same way
Although Neteyam would usually stay calm
His heart would race when you maintain close up eye contact with him
Or when you’d lay a hand below his chest to help his breathing
Tsireya notices and she tells Lo’ak who confronts Neteyam
“Bro, she totally likes you and she’s frustrated trying to figure out if you feel the same way.”
“I know.”
“Why aren’t you doing anything about it?”
Neteyam sighs
He doesn’t think it’s a good idea and that both your parents won’t take the news so well if he were to act on his feelings
Lo’ak and Kiri thinks he’s an idiot for that
So they come up with a plan, including Tsireya too ofc
Let’s just say Neteyam wasn’t happy about being set up by them
And he couldn’t think of any excuses when you were already there expecting to hear something from him
So he just spits it out
And then takes you by surprise by kissing you
Lo’ak, Kiri and Tsireya were definitely watching, and somehow Ao’nung and Rotxo joined in too
They were busy shushing each other and trying to keep quiet
Luckily for them, you were too focused on each other to notice the furious whispers coming from behind
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miggiisdumb · 6 months
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miggi i am on my knees and frothing at the mouth at your hybrid bakugou drabble. just. the thought of him being docile for this lil vet who gives him smiley stickers and calls him a good boy. pats him on the head and gives him a lil lollipop after every visit. and kiri's just happy he doesn't have to go vet hopping anymore that it doesn't click that bkg has a crush until kiri has to hold him back from barging into the consultation room where you disappeared moments ago with another hybrid.
Anon ur brain my goddddd
Just Hybrid coming out of his last appointment, all happy and shit, tail wagging up a storm because even tho you put the bad stuff that stings on his wound he’s just glad that he got to see you and have your hands all over him. And suddenly, he freezes up when another hybrid walks by him, to the direction of your voice. Turns real slow, lollipop in his mouth audibly cracking when you welcome them in and the door closes you out of view.
Thank the moon and stars that Kirishima has good reflexes because he grabs Bakugou before he charges off, shocked that he has to use his entire strength to drag the snarling and barking hybrid away from the consultation room, ironic enough. Kiri realizing that, even though he no longer needs to find a new vet every month, he might’ve bought himself a new problem with how Bakugou is a little too attached to you.
Also the thought of them out grocery shopping… Kiri turning to Bakugou to ask which juice to take just to find an empty spot where his giant hybrid was standing. He panics of course (Bakugou is a high danger level dog hybrid and cannot go anywhere without supervision) and searches every isle for his hybrid it case something bad happens-
-only to find Bakugou huddled up to you, having caught the scent your perfume in the air. He’s all puppy eyed and rumbly as you ruffle his hair, loving the attention. Cold muzzle pressing into your cheek as he curves closer to let you dote on him.
Kiri having to invite you over to dinner as an apologize and thank you for all you’ve done for them. Bakugou won’t leave your side anyway, and it feels like he’ll chew Kiri’s arm off if he tries to drag the overgrown puppy home without you.
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down4denki · 5 months
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Thinking about prohero!Kirishima an unhealthy amount lately 😫 I don’t know who I am anymore… what is this chokehold?
Anyways…
Big fat breeder balls are slapping your clit hard as he fucks his way-to-big dick into your sopping pussy from behind. You aren’t even making intelligible noises anymore. It feels too good and even though you’re in an alleyway off the main road during the quieter hours of the night, you know people can hear you. The unmistakable *shlap shalp* of his nuts on your puffy little pussy echo through the narrow passageway you two had found for a quickie during patrol.
“Quiet down, babe… gunna make the whole neighborhood think you’re being attacked or something…” Kiri pants in your ear but he loves making you loud and dumb like this. He loves that you can’t handle his size no matter how many times you take it. And loves fucking his pretty little slut in alleyways during patrol hours. Makes him feel like a manly hero.
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loose-angel · 1 year
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Big Brother | Neteyam
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pairing: Brother!Neteyam x sister!reader, Brother!Lo'ak x sister!reader summary: A day in the life of older brother Neteyam Sully w/c: 613 notes: i recently hit 100 followers while i wrote this little drabble!! thank u all so much >.< i hope u enjoy this xD im on a streak w the sibling fics and drabbles its just so much fun to write!!
It was not uncommon that you and Lo’ak would get into arguments, almost always they are about petty things, who was the fastest, who’s better at hunting, who makes the better meal, etc. So it wasn’t rare that the Sully family would walk in on your childish arguments, though unfortunately, it was Neteyam who had the luck to run into the both of you.
“Lo’ak just admit you’re a pussy bitch and this can be over.” You rolled your eyes.
“No way in hell! I told you, we need a rematch and it’ll be fair,” Loak grunted, crossing his arms over his chest, turning away from you.
Neteyam sighed. He really wasn’t in the mood to play ‘most responsible person in the world’ right now, but duty calls.
The eldest Sully approaches the both of you, “Hey, hey, what’s all this fighting about?”
“This skxawng and I did a race of whoever got the first kill and I won but Lo’ak says it ‘cuz he heard a thanator and had to hide for the first few minutes.” You whined to your older brother, earning an appalled gasp from his brother. 
“Hey! You can’t go sucking up to him just ‘cause you’re his ‘little princess’!” Lo’ak mocked in a high pitch tone, his hands flying around wildly.
“Listen, listen, I’m not taking anyones’ side, both of you are skxawngs.” Neteyam exhaled, crossing his arms over his chest, “Now, no more fighting, or I’m telling mom and dad.” The eldest says, mostly directed towards his brother. 
“Ya, you skxawng, scurry off.” You scoffed, sticking your tongue out at your brother, playfully poking at his torso.
Lo’ak hissed at you, brows furrowing.
“Princess, you’re provoking him,” Neteyam shook his head. Yet you paid no mind, continuing with your teasing. 
You poked Lo’ak once more before he hissed and pounced at you. The two of you begin fighting, with Lo’ak pulling at your braids and you pulling on his ear. Grunts and whines bounce against the leaves of the hometree, the pair of you rolling around and knocking into the bark of the tree. 
“Ow! Bro she has my ears! She has my ears! Get her off!”
“Let go of my fucking hair!”
Neteyam sighs once again, he can never have just one peaceful day, can he? He struts over to the two of you. At this point you’re now straddling Lo’ak, pulling on his hair as he throws meek punches to your torso. 
Neteyam picks you up without a second thought, “No more fighting, please.” you squirm in your brother’s hold but ultimately cannot fight against it. The eldest Sully reaches out a hand and helps Lo’ak up.
At just the right timing, Kiri walks in. She pauses to observe the scene, before shrugging and going on about her business. 
“My ears really hurt,” Lo’ak muttered under his breath, a stupid pout forming on his lips. 
“Okay, go ask Kiri for help,” Neteyam nods his head in his sister’s direction. Lo’ak begrudgingly struts over to where Kiri is. 
You remain beside Neteyam, eyes wandering to the ground, which was suddenly so interesting. 
“Now you, I don’t know why you continue to cause trouble baby,” Neteyam points, looking down at you with disappointment. You shift from foot to foot. Luckily enough, his soft side for you remains, the slip of a pet name indicating he’s not entirely mad at you.
Yet you chuckle nervously, “I won’t anymore, promise.”
Neteyam rolls his eyes at your promise. As if you hadn’t said the same thing a few days ago. Though he takes a look at your disheveled state, and decides to let it pass.
“Come, I’ll fix your braids.”
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eijisangel · 10 months
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Listennn- waking up to kiri going to town between your legs like a buffet is truly sending me dimensionally rn 🙃
You wake up drenched and gasping as his tongue works wonders on your clit, your hands immediately finding purchase in his hair.
“Gmornin’ darlin’, sorry I couldn’t help myself,” he says between licks, arms locked around your thighs. It doesn’t take long for you to be shaking through your first release, his eyes dark as he promises he’s not through with you.
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a-detraque-barista · 1 year
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Dom!Eiijiro Kirishima x Sub!Reader
Genre: drabble, smut
Warnings: kirishima’s monster cock, unprotected sex, creampie, dom kirishima, belly bulge
A/N: Kirishima’s been rotting my brain too long for me to not write smut about him, i’m still new to writing smut tho so pls forgive~
“Eijiro, if you go any deeper you’ll tear me,” you whined feeling that Eijiro’s girth was finally in till the hilt.
He chuckled behind you as his fiery eyes took in the sight of you, from your disheveled tresses, your arching spine, round hand-print covered ass, to where his cock was buried inside you. The red head knew he was the biggest you’ve ever taken but that just made his chest swell with pride. He’s reaching places others could never dream of reaching.
Eijiro leaned down to speak softly in your ear, “But how else will I claim your pretty pussy?”
You groaned into his sheets and he began to rut his hips against you. It felt like you could feel every singular protruding vein no matter how long he was buried inside you. The burn from the stretch had passed leaving you feeling full. Your thighs trembled slightly as Eijiro tested with a small thrust to see how you would react. He was met with a wanton moan and a sudden clench around his cock.
His pointed teeth poked out in a grin. Slowly, he pulled out until only half was being engulfed by your tight cunt. He took a deep breath before shoving his length back into you.
Your hands fisted the sheets. His hips thrusting faster, never failing to make sure he was balls deep before pulling out to the tip, only to slam back into you again. His grunts and groans rumbled through his chest as your moans were muffled by the plush bed you stuck your face into.
This was the first time Kirishima was ever able to hear you make such dirty sounds and you were keeping that away from him. Taking a hand from the bruising grip he had on your hips to your hair, he threaded his rough fingers into your strands and pulled your head up enough for you to let out your moans freely. Your back arched just the slightest bit more but it gave Eijiro the slightest bit deeper to pound into. There was no doubt in your mind that there was a bulge in your stomach.
“Let. Me. Hear. You,” every word was punctuated with an especially hard thrust. Your moans louder than ever before even as your throat began to feel raw.
Just as you were told, you let your moans and whines leave your mouth. Kirishima’s thrusts became harsher and sloppier. The knot in your lower abdomen feeling as if it’s going to burst, “Ei, fuck, Ei please-”
Your moans kept interrupting your plea to come. For a second, Eijiro thought about stopping right then and there, leaving you just on the brink of orgasm, but not enough for you to come. He decided not to as you moaned and took him so well, “I suppose, princess, since you were such a good girl for me.”
Bringing his hand from your hair, he wrapped it around your front to toy with your nipple and the other hand that was still on your hip, trailed down to your swollen clit. Rubbing quick, small circles around the sensitive bud. His lips began placing open-mouthed kisses up the column of your neck, stopping at place just below your ear. Gently sinking his razor sharp teeth in your soft flesh.
Eijiro’s cock only pumped in impossibly faster, helping your ever-approaching climax. Your walls closed around his length as his name fell from your lips. Your hole clenching, milking Kirishima’s cock for all it was worth. Finally, he stilled. His cock pulsing and spurting out his thick cum. Even as he panted, he started to make shallow thrusts, pushing his cum all the more deeper into you.
Your whine and weak hand pushing against his waist had him stilling once more, “Too sensitive.”
“My poor baby, all fucked out already,” he chuckled, pressing his weight into you so you flatten out on the bed. He carefully turned the two of you on your sides. His cock still wrapped around your warm walls.
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ronwestbreeze · 1 year
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Hi! I noticed you’re request are now open. I was wondering if you can write more for shallow waters? Maybe how things have been since tua has been born? If not I’d totally understand! And if so thank you in advance! :)
family of thieves
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pairing: jake sully x fem!na'vi!reader
warnings: family stuff! cuteness hehe
summary: in which the older sully kids like stealing tua from right under your nose
word count: 1.4k
author's note: this is a short and sweet little one shot and yes it is set in the shallow universe lol. i just thought i'd give y'all something sweet after that last one hehe...takes place after shallow waters
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Okay, you will admit it. You made a pretty adorable baby. The cutest little thing in the world and you loved her with all of your heart.
And so did the rest of the Sullys.
The first few months Tua was always at your side or with Jake. Oftentimes you felt Jake was always hogging the girl but he teased you and said he was just her favorite. He was totally wrong but that was beside the point.
Once Tua became a toddler, that’s when a lot of odd occurrences began to happen.
The first time it happened you were in absolute panic. You had come back to the family tent to find it empty. You guessed that everyone was out in the waters as usual. But it wasn’t supposed to be empty.
“Tua?” You called, heart dropping in your chest when you saw that the toddler you had left for only a few seconds wasn’t there anymore. “Tua!”
Dropping everything, you rushed around the village, heart practically ready to tear itself out of your chest. When you got to the beach, you spotted Jake and Neytiri riding on his ilu further out in the waters.
“Jake! Neytiri!” You called from the beach, eyes still searching your surroundings in a panic. The two hadn’t heard you, irritatingly you shouted louder, this time in Na’vi. “AAAH! I AM CALLING TO YOU, JAKE AND NEYTIRI!”
Neytiri turned her head first, brows furrowing together when she saw your anxious state, “Y/N? What is wrong?” She called back. That was when Jake looked over as well, frowning when he saw your worried face.
“Do you know where Tua is?” You called.
Before either of them could reply, Tsireya, who had been floating in the water nearby, suddenly perked up, “Oh! I just saw Neteyam with her! They should be that way.”
You gave her a quick thanks before rushing off in that direction with Jake and Neytiri still calling after you.
Further down the beach and near a bunch of rocks, you spotted Neteyam first. He was sitting on one of the taller rocks, talking to himself it seemed and pointing out toward the ocean. But when you got closer, Tua, your unbothered daughter, was sitting between his legs and giggling as if she were having the time of her life.
Neteyam spotted you as you got closer, He grinned and waved, “Sa’nok! I was just showing Tua the little fishies! Plus, I think she really wants to meet a Tulkun now after I told her a mighty stories about them.”
You placed your hand on your heart, feeling uttered relief and slight exasperation. “Neteyam, boy, you almost gave me—what is it your father says?—a heart attack! I thought I lost Tua!”
The boy looked confused for a few seconds before he realized what you had meant and started grinning sheepishly, “Oh right, sorry.  It was Tua’s fault anyway! She was looking at me with those big eyes! I couldn’t say no to that!”
Despite your previous freak out, you couldn’t find yourself staying mad at Neteyam. After all, he was practically your first baby too, even though you didn’t give birth to him yourself. Plus, Tua looked to be having a grand time with her older brother. The sight itself calms you down and allows you to smile gently.
Carefully you climbed up onto the rock with them. Tua reached for you and you took her in your arms, “Next time tell me you’re taking her for the day.” You poked his head, “I might as well have raged throughout the village to find her.”
Neteyam chuckled sheepishly, “Sorry, Sa’nok. I won’t scare you like that again. Promise.”
You smiled as Tua tugged gently at your hair before giving him a quick kiss on his forehead. Just as you slid off the rock, both Jake and Neytiri arrived on the ilu, both looking confused and worried.
“What happened? Why were you freaking out?” Jake was the first to ask, his eyes scanning you and Tua for any harm.
“Your son stole Tua while I wasn’t looking.” You sighed. “All is fine, crisis averted.”
Jake visibly calmed down while Neytiri tsked at her son, “Neteyam.”
“Sorry, mother.” The boy raised his hands.
You thought that that would be the one and only time that would happen. But for some odd reason, it kept happening.
The second time, you had turned away for a few seconds to fix her food. Before then she had been sitting and playing with her tail. But when you turned back to feed her, she was gone. This time you didn’t freak out, you were just confused. She had been right there, how could she have crawled away that fast?
Neytiri was in the tent with you, cooking some of the fish they got for their meal for the night.
“Tiri’.”
“Mmm?”
“Where’s Tua?”
Neytiri looked up from what she was doing, looking around as well. “Was she not just here?”
“Yes, she was!” You got up and left the tent, Neytiri not too far behind you. “Tua! Tua!” You tried not to be too loud as the night was settling in and you knew most of the villagers were going to bed soon. “Tua! Tua! Tua—Kiri?”
You had stumbled upon the teenage girl, not too far away from your tent, to find her in the water, holding Tua with her, surrounded by glowing fish.
Tua’s big eyes were fixated on the fishes as she tried reaching for them in Kiri’s grasp. Your shoulders sagged and relief flooded your chest.
Kiri looked up and smiled, “Hi, Y/N!”
Neytiri appeared next to you and chuckled when she saw Tua, “Kiri, dinner is almost ready. It’s time to get out of the water.”
“Aw, Mom, we were just about to have a little fun.” The girl grinned.
“Yes, and Tua was about to eat her own dinner just now.” You pointed out before grabbing Tua from Kiri as the latter hoisted herself out of the water. “I swear you children just want me to have a heart attack.”
“I was going to bring her back.” Kiri pouted as they began walking back to their shared tent. “But she really liked the fish.”
Tua giggled when Neytiri tickled her cheek. You smile gently at Kiri, “I understand you want to spend time with your new sister, but at least let her fill up her stomach first before you go taking her on your little adventures, please.”
Kiri nodded, resting her head on your shoulder, “Yes, Mom, I will. Promise.”
Apparently, you had to tell all of the children this.
It happened again a few days later. This time you had tried to put Tua down for a nap. Only as soon as you took your eyes off of her—really you should’ve learned by this point—Tua was gone.
You didn’t freak out this time, you only sighed. Jake entered and saw your face. He placed down his equipment and cupped your face to give you a kiss.
“What’s wrong, princess?”
“One of our kids took Tua again.”
The amusement was not missed on his face as he gave you another kiss, “Well, I did just see her with Lo’ak and Tsireya. Might wanna start there.”
You hug him close, burying your face into his neck. “Why do they keep doing this?”
Jake chuckled, gently squeezing the back of your neck, “You made her too adorable, baby. She takes after you.”
Just as you were about to pull away from the comfort of your husband’s arms, Lo’ak came into the tent with Tua sitting on his shoulders.
“She wanted you so I brought her back.” Lo’ak said, taking her off his shoulders.
“Where did you take her?” You asked when Tua reached for you.
Lo’ak glanced toward Jake and shrugged, “We were with Payakan—but we were careful, I promise!”
Jake sighed and you chuckled, “Don’t worry, I believe you. Just tell me before…” At this point, was it even worth telling him to remind you? Really, none of the children were doing any harm. Just spending time with their newest sister, which was really sweet when you got over the initial panic.
You pulled him into your side, “Just be sure not to take her with you on any of your shenanigans, like you do with Tuk.”
“As long as she doesn’t try to tattle on me.” Lo’ak muttered. Jake gave him a look.
“Penis face!”
The three of you froze and all turned to look at Tua in your arms. At first you thought you were hearing things, perhaps you had gone insane in the current heat. Perhaps you imagined the whole thing—
“Penis face!!” Tua giggled, clapping her hands together.
Your eyes widened as you stared at your daughter. There was a snort from your son.
You glared at your husband, “Jake!”
“Lo’ak!”
“What—Dad literally said it earlier!”
“Out! Both of you!”
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seiwas · 5 months
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This is a snippet from the complete fic here!
You don’t know how Kirishima does it, being all… him all the time.
A part of you always thinks you don’t deserve it—how he meets you with tender understanding when you can’t even muster a smile.
You should be dealing with this on your own.
By yourself.
Not with him having to stay home a while longer instead of starting his morning in the gym, where he can enjoy the rare time he has to himself.
You feel terrible.
“Sorry, it’s nothing, just—” you sigh, pressing your palms to your eyes. Your hands are still damp from washing the dishes.
Kirishima’s presence has always been hard to miss—big, bright, and entirely all-comforting. He crosses the kitchen island to get to you now, hand reaching for the back of your head as he pushes you gently towards his chest.
It’s that familiar presence that makes you feel like crying right now.
“Hey, hey,” he shushes, his other hand rubbing up and down your lower back, “it’s okay.”
He’d already gotten ready for the gym when he heard the clatter, rushing out to the kitchen with his protein shaker in one hand and gym bag over his shoulder. You’d toppled over the dish soap and groaned out in frustration, watching the liquid ooze down the drain along with every bit of your self-composure.
It was one of those things; one of those days—that feeling you’ve been having lately triggered by the simplest, most unrelated occurrence.
Kirishima doesn’t say anything, just lets his heartbeat do the talking. Steady, grounding, like a weighted blanket wrapped around the whole of you.
He’s not going to be able to squeeze in a gym session before work if he stays with you any longer like this.
“You should go soon,” you mumble, voice muffled against his chest, the dri-fit material of his muscle tank cool against your forehead.
“In a bit,” he whispers, only holding you closer.
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fluorynn · 1 month
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💙 — 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 !
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Valentine’s spent with Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak !
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : @aristocolourway @deadgirlrin @missisaz @faintfill @honeycinnamon @by-bananant @lauren1523 @xobridgertonblues @hungrynessforfics @dananannanana @innercreationflower @angie-1306 @cozybubble
𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 : @cafekitsune !!!
a/n : It is love day, everyone !!! To those Avatar lovers still out there who adore these characters — these are for you ! Please enjoy, and happy Valentines Day!<33
Valentines Day with Ao’nung, Tsireya, and Rotxo !
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— Neteyam !
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Anchored. Unrelenting. Sizzling. Neteyam’s mind was anchored, his heartbeat unrelenting, and his body sizzling over your dampened frame. The propinquity he shared with you allayed him, the water’s ambience soothed him. Shallow were Awa’Atlu’s pristine oceans for each gentle wave covered you both lying within it, complying to the silhouette of his body lithe and tendered into yours.
A rarity of a sight it was to witness him, Neteyam the strong and mighty warrior, in a state of relaxation, for he habitually carried a solemn countenance, resolute in his duties. As not only the eldest son but older brother, the golden child, he adhered dutifully to his responsibilities. And you, trainee under your mother, Tsahik, in hopes to become your Clan’s future Tsahik were in freedom from its worries for the time being, in freedom of being the eldest child and daughter, something that had drawn one another together. The profound joy derived from sharing tranquility with someone who served as the paramount source of it marked an unparalleled and cherished experience, and you liberated him all those titles as he liberated you, giving each other the simplest and most valuable one yet: your Neteyam, his Y/N.
Tucked beneath the outline of your jaw was his head, the wet entwines of his hair grazing your turquoise flesh with every movement of his burrowing deeper into your neck. The shore’s aroma was strong from the current breeze laced with the currents, the aromas you’ve inhaled, embraced and adored your entire life; but Neteyam’s potent fragrance was the single one that inebriated you in this moment. Pandora’s multicolored fluorescence illuminated the ocean’s vibrant blues, clashing breathtakingly with both your distinct tones under the night sky. This felt right, this felt nice and tranquil. Something you knew he needed far more than you ever did.
You felt the brims of his lashes fluttering, hearing him breathe in the pure essence that is solely yours, and this dragged a shuddering sigh from your lungs. You raised the three of your fingers and let them trace down his spine, tips soon straying from its path to outline his endearing stripes, to memorize the star-like specks shimmering upon his rich blue contours. The lingers of your ascend elicited a shiver from the young warrior, an elicit you hoped for.
“That feels nice…may you do it again?” You couldn’t help the giggle bubbling up your throat at his request, so sweet, so polite in asking even when eager for your touch, so Neteyam. Not a second of the day goes by without the lightest of contacts with you, always savoring each and every touch you gave his being and you could never ever deny him the privilege, so of course you more than willingly agreed. There it was, that sound of acceptance, that feel of content that you chased when with him, it is what you savor; to gratify him, to fortify him.
“I have made you a gift for you, ma ‘Teyam,” Your soft utterance brought his head to lift from its haven within your warmth while his lips twitched. “You did not need to do that, my love. I can conform with the gift of your presence. That is all I need and want.” His fingers rose to softly thread through your dark tresses, chuckling at the pretty purse your lips now formed despite the flush pigmenting your cheeks.
“Rutxe, Neteyam ( please ). I did it for you out of my love. Please allow me to show you, and please accept it because it took some time to make it.” He knew denying you was a task he had never done, and Neteyam knew he could never even comply with it when it came to you. Those alluring swirls of blue orbs you carried relished him to let out a deep sigh but reluctantly agreed, for he did not want your efforts to go to waste, much less when it was made from the affections you held for him.
You lightly tapped his shoulder and he pushed himself away from you, much to his dismay, though he was genuinely intrigued as to what you have made for him. Your fingers reached behind your neck, unclasping a necklace above one he had given you with, though he hadn’t been aware of though the way it was woven had been familiar, and his golden hues brimmed confusion at how there was another similar with its design like the one now in your palm, displayed for him to catch the way the one you held carried a vibrantly blue stone in the middle, assisted with 2 tiny stones accompanying each side.
“It is a necklace.”
You nodded happily, bringing his wrist out of the water and had him splay his fingers out to place the jewelry there. Your translucent gaze caught his own and smiled at how curiosity colored his beautiful features. “Would you like me to put it on, pretty boy?” His eyes resisted from rolling at the nickname given, but he would admit it had grown quite noticeable on him; his ears batted bashfully from the sound, his tail swaying in anticipation, creating cute splashes against the ocean that made you giggle beneath his playful glare. “Yes, please.”
He settled himself in front of you as you kneeled, carefully moving the longer length of his single braid before it was assisted by the myriad of his much thinner ones. You smiled to yourself at the way he exhaled deeply from your feathering touches, and you knew that he was waiting patiently for you to elaborate the reason for your gift. “I know how much you miss your home, so with the help of your sister and mother, I made this out of the material you used back in the Forest.”
He turned back with a softness in his eyes, and he caught onto the similar lace accentuating your neck had, the one he’d given you; the middle being an oval-shaped, light blue stone while assisted by soft colored stones. He stayed quiet, knowing there was more you wished to say, but his heart couldn't help but feel concerned at the way your ears so very slightly flattened alongside your head. “I know my father said you are Metkayina now…but I am sure that if Eywa gave you the chance, that when conflict is over, you’d like to go back with your People–”
“If that ever were to happen, I would not leave you, if that is what you are thinking. I will come back to you, Y/N.” He was in haste to reassure those doubts, those fears, not wanting to think or continue a life without you by his side, without you as his future mate. Neteyam did not know anymore what path has been set for his family or himself, but he much rather it be one with you in it and him in yours. To which is why he paused for a moment before he reached to take his necklace off. His fingers then slithered between the long cascades of your locks and to the nape of your neck without tearing his eyes from yours, and unclasped your own necklace.
“Neteyam, what–” Unaware you were to the exchange he’d done, the necklace made for him now adorning your neck while yours adorned his. Your eyes shyly peered up, chest blossoming a rareness of warmth as he gave you a precious smile and interlocked his fingers within yours. “We now wear each other’s, so we carry a part of the other everywhere. No matter how far away we are from each other, no matter the time, no matter the People, I am and will forever be yours, Y/N.”
Gleaming and utterly gorgeous was your smile, and he took in the purity of your beauty, of your love. “And I, too, am and will always be yours, Neteyam.” He kissed you, sweetly and delicately yet enough to have your mind and heart soaring higher than you ever thought possible. “Wherever, whenever.”
He gave you one more of his precious smiles before settling back down into your neck, soft kisses brushing and accompanied by the water’s light current across your skin.
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— Kiri !
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There was noise, some semblance of it at least, you thought. Yet Pandora’s outside world was reduced with every word spewing from Kiri’s lips. You decided then and there that no other melody could vanquish the one she created, not even your songcord – of course, you’d never say that aloud to anyone besides her.
Kiri, the Na’vi girl with humanistic features that everyone in Awa’atlu thought to be odd, even you. Yet not the bad kind, never the bad when it came to the Sully girl. Beyond compare and contrast was her beauty, alluring was her smile. It was easy to get lost in it, so effortlessly to overawe its brilliance.
Kiri’s feet very lightly whirled within the translucency of the waters, the glittering light of Pandora’s tiny fishes circling her motions. You scrutinized her every expression though, smiling at the way her eyes brimmed with thrill down at the little creatures while your focus remained solely on your Kiri.
Something then fell from her lips – a subtle tug down following afterwards when she turned to look at you. Her once lax-hold on your hand was quick to direct and persistent, and this time your gaze fell to your twined fingers and smiled even more at the sight. But to reassure her, your thumb grazed over the back of her palm lovingly and gave a small nod. Kiri protested your dissociation for she was not indulgent with it in this second, not amused of your dazing irises. If only she could know one did not – couldn’t or shouldn’t ever be allowed to dissociate when around her existence. If anything, the only possibility for you was to associate with her. Kiri, despite the silent and rather be reserved with her thoughts and emotions, was so worth listening to, so worth being able to associate with the way her eyes twinkled brighter the the fluorescence Pandora had to offer, dimming every light encasing you as you sat at the edge with your feet dangled in the water, life wavering you as the night’s stars shimmered.
“I don’t think my family believes that I can feel her, Y/N.” She rolled her eyes with a soft scoff, the act that anyone else would believe as disrespectful and angry but you knew her; you knew this facade, how much this tethered her heart with hurt and sadness. And you also knew – witnessed the strong connection Kiri had with Eywa, and even if you hadn’t you believed in her word with no doubts, no hesitations. Of course, she was reluctant in how you quickly believed her but you reassured the Omaticayan girl. You gave her the closest thing there was to feeling like she did belong, like she did have something – someone to emotionally open up to and depend on. She then smiled softly, “But as long as someone believes me, that someone being you, I think I can settle with tha–”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
The sudden blurt of your declaration halted her words. The rareness of a blush pigmenting beneath those glittering star specks across her cheeks. You didn’t see it because her face dipped down as quick as it came, yet you didn’t need to. You knew Kiri, purely and confidently. “I made you something, by the way.”
Her head lifted at your words and her nose scrunched. “Why, out of all days, today?”
“Your brother had told me something about … a festivity Sky People have. One your father said they had back on their planet.” You paused, eyes averting. “He asked me for help in making something for Tsireya and while I did…I was convinced to make you something.”
Her eyes squinted as if trying to recall this holiday before realization settled in and a groan erupted from her throat. “That festivity is so cheesy, I swear. Why would you make me something?”
You shrugged, a bit confused as to why she thought this, “The way he spoke about it intrigued me… you do not want the gift then?”
Her eyes widened and mouth pursed. “But I didn’t get you a gift.”
“Having you is more than a gift.”
She groaned once more, but it was a mirthful sound. “You need to stop hanging out with Lo’ak. And my dad maybe. But okay, fine…let me see it.”
You grinned widely and brought your legs out of the water to retrieve the gift and returned with it hidden behind your back as you settled down, “Give me your feet.”
“Perv. Why out of all things my feet?”
“Kiri, please just listen! – What is a perv?” You shook your head before bringing one hand to her knee. “Never mind – Come on… it is nothing bad.” Her brow was hitched up high, letting a few beats go by until she sighed and gave in, propping both her dampened feet over your thigh. “Now what?”
You goofily grinned at the glare she gave you when you squeezed her foot. “Close your eyes.”
She narrowed her eyes even more , trying to inspect and unravel what you were up to. “If you tickle my feet, I will personally end you.”
“Everyday in your presence, you end me by taking my breath away.” That brought out a groan and laugh, her eyes crinkling beautifully. “You’re so corny, I swear. But fine, let’s get it over with.”
You chuckled but continued, fingers very lightly curling around her ankle and wrapped the piece you had made for her, occasionally letting the tips of your fingers stray the heel of her foot. “Stop! Y/N, that tickles, stop it or I will open my eyes!” She’d huff at the whispered giggles you would let out, trying to keep the deep furrow between her brows and yet with every joyous sound you made, she could no longer contain the warm smile curling her mouth. You adjusted the piece on the other ankle then, smiling proudly at your work. “Open them.”
Kiri’s lashes fluttered as she complied and very quietly gasped. Her feet had been embroidered with incredibly crafted barefooted sandals, the color scheme assisting browns, yellows, and green tiny fragments of trinkets, and she recognized the patterns to be similar to the necklace around her neck, the one that once belonged to her mother.
Her head snapped to you. “W-what, how did you—”
You smirked, “It helps hanging out with your brother and dad.”
Golden irises broadened in awe as she retracted her feet from your lap, her leg bending as her fingers brushed over the fine jewelry. “How did you even make this?”
“It took time…and a few minor injuries with the beads, but nothing my mother couldn’t fix,” She looked down at your hands, tiny and faint cuts scattering your digits and palms and she frowned. “You skxawng,” she lightly hit the back of your head but reached for your hands, bringing them close to her face and placed a soft kiss over each scratch. “You beautiful, considerate, lovable skxawng.”
“Don’t know if I should feel insulted or flattered,” you chuckled out. She giggled, bringing one of your palms to her cheek and the pads of your fingers stroked her bangs, giving her that heartwarming look that always mollified her insides. “Thank you, Y/N…but I still didn’t get you anything.”
You waved her off, “Do not worry about it… though I do have another surprise.”
“Again, I didn’t get you anything!”
“You didn’t need to! Look –” You outstretched your leg over her lap revealing your ankle being bejeweled with a similar patterned anklet. “I'm matching with you now!” She grinned widely and feathered her touch over it before wrapping her hands around your leg and tugged you closer. “I love it. I love you, in fact.” she didn’t give you time to respond because her complete enamour with you led her to kiss you soft, firm, lovingly.
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— Lo’ak !
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“My dad had told me of a celebration the Sky People once had on their planet — a celebration that included gift giving.” Gift giving that included the special gift in a pocket tied to Lo’ak’s loincloth, unaware to you.
“Really?” You smiled, a wonder and intrigue morphing your features. “That seems like something we do here when courting your future mate! Is there a name for this celebration?”
“Valentines Day. That is its name…but it’s not only about the gift giving, if not the motive behind it.” The swaying motions your interlocked hands created slowed down as the tips of his fingers pressed deeper into your skin. “Oh? And what is that, ma Lo’ak?”
He smiled briefly at the nickname given, a reflection of what his mother called his dad, and the love they shared swelled his heart of the love he shared with you. “To celebrate any sort of connection with your loved ones. Preferably friendship, admiration…love.”
“Lo’ak, what is this?” The melodic sound of your giggles normally mesmerized him, eased his nerves with the soft joyous sound. Today, under the setting eclipse should be no different, for this is how you spend your evenings together; hands clasped together, swinging through the air while the both of you strided through Awa’atlu’s sands, the winds astoundingly tousling through the rich ringlets of your hair, and you’d both soothe each other’s struggles of the days with sweet words and gentle touches.
But today, his nerves could not be tamed by even you, his sweet girl, as he stopped his steps indicating you to do the same, and stood in front of you with a shell-made case in his tight grasp, his saffron colored eyes looked anywhere but those cerulean ones he adored endlessly. The points of his ears flitted from his resistance of emotions while his tail lashed, and your smile faltered with the final sign that indicated his nervousness; the way he practically chewed off the corner of his lip, incisors puncturing into the flesh.
“Lo’ak, what is wrong — are you okay? Is something the matter?” The soft tone and light touch of your hand on his clenching one brought his gaze up, and his brows knitted in awe at the delicacy of your features, of the ocean pools you carried. He swallowed hard, briefly smiling with a nod.
“D-do you know what a ring is?”
A subtle quirk resided between your eyes but nodded. “I do not wear them…but I do know what they are. A type of jewelry worn on the hand, yes?”
He nodded, thumbs tapping over the shell’s thin dents. “What does it mean to you? I-if I gave you one? For this celebration of love that Sky People have?”
Your lips parted and the corners threatened to lift into a smile, but kept quiet as you observed his expression. “I would be more than happy… especially if it came from you—”
“But do you know the purpose of a ring? What would it mean to you?” He felt the pulsing of his heart, practically heard it and wouldn’t be surprised if you too could, for the way its wild and profound beating hammered against his chest with each pump of blood in and out of the organ.
You thought for a moment, trying to connect a response that would somehow calm him. The three of your fingers fiddled over the five of his, smiling at the way his deeper blue tones contrasted with your aquamarine ones, coming together as one. “It will be an act of affection on your part if you did. And I would cherish it very much. Though I do not know the…actual significance of a ring.”
His father had told him of the ways humans bonded to each other for eternity without the intimacy of tsaheylu, of how all the things tied to love were forged into a single promise, a single piece of jewelry such as a ring.
“Why did you never get mom a ring then?” He recalled Tuk questioning, and he would only chuckle while scratching the back of his neck. “Your mom isn’t fond of human things and the Na’vi’s got their own thing for marital acts, baby… besides you need five fingers for this to work.”
But that did not matter to him, not in this case, because when he heard and unraveled the details behind a ring, he found it to be beautiful and significant. You had been one of the greatest things that have ever occurred to him since the Sky People returned. Since he had to flee from the only home he’s ever known. Since the death of his big brother. And in the months that he has known you, in the months living in uncertainty and fear only for it to be washed away by those ocean eyes of yours, he found a firm certainty in something after a long time; about the love he felt for you, about you deserving something that beautiful, that significant. “Why do you ask?”
Because within this shell, the shell you and I happened to catch from the bottom of the ocean and you praised me for it, is a ring that isn’t exactly for marriage but as a promise to you of my undying love and promising future I will make sure to have with you. Because I am certain that I do not ever want to lose you, because you have seen me at my worst when he died. I cannot risk going on without you.
Another bob motioned up his throat before his shaking fingers opened the case in his palm, catching onto the soft gasp emitted from your lips.
“Dad told me the meaning, and I learned that it signifies an eternity of love; no beginning, no end. That the hole in the middle, it’s a gateway that leads to things and events known and unknown.” His accent was increasing its thickness as he spoke, internally cursing and hoped that you could still understand him. “The marital ring means forever, and I know that I want forever with you,”
It took you a moment to recognize the chiseled figure over the twig-like band — a single pearl in the middle, twinkling and impressively tiny trinkets embedded around the band. You knew it must’ve taken the Omaticayan boy quite some time to create this. Though you then caught a glimpse of a new necklace around his neck, one that assisted a pearl similar to the one upon the ring .
“But in the meantime, I want to give you what they call a promise ring, a-and when the time comes, I can….if you’ll take me, be your mate. Forever.”
Tears glistened the vibrancy of your irises, threatening to fall down your cheeks, clogging the words within your throat. All you could do was create a wobbly smile as he took ahold of your hand and slipped the ring around your middle finger, sliding perfectly into place.
“And as soon as everything gets cleared out, as soon as we hit that age, I won’t hesitate in making this the real thing, h-how does that sound to you?”
The sudden wrap of your arms around his shoulders and the soft pecks meeting his face spoke the answer, and he chuckled against your lips. “Happy Valentine's Day, baby.”
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gardenofnoah · 7 months
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cw: MDNI, smut, reader referred to as “her” and a girl once, voyerism, katsuki has a complex (this was a random fantasy that hit me as i was walking down the sidewalk yesterday idk)
“look at me.”
it’s unnecessary, of course, because you can’t see anything but katsuki. broad and hunched over you—you feel like prey. neither hunted, nor caught—you go to bed with the lion willingly.
he keeps his eyes on you when he moves. hips pushing forward only slightly—he drags it out, expression only hungry and eager to see you fall apart as he breaks you open. you whimper, eyelids fluttering and still trying your best to listen, to be good—after all, it’s the whole point of this.
katsuki doesn’t like to share. it was never shocking to you and you’d never thought to push back against his protectiveness—the feeling was mutual. you also weren’t oblivious—the crush eijiro had on you was palpably felt by each of you, with the expectation that it would never be acted upon. it was only after a night spent huddled together, drunk and emboldened by it in the secluded back booth of the bar, that you found out something new about katsuki that did shock you.
katsuki doesn’t like to share, but he doesn’t mind being watched.
katsuki had pulled you into his lap right there in the booth—in front of eijiro—cooing into your ear, alcohol-tinged breath fanning across your skin just to make you shiver. something about show ei how pretty you are for me. you hid your face in his neck and felt how his fingers had bunched up the denim at your waist, pulling up—the fat of your ass spilling out of your shorts in direct view of the redhead across from you. fate had sealed itself when katsuki had run a finger down the seam of your shorts and all three of you groaned.
that in itself should’ve never come as a surprise to you, given the man’s explosive and often attention-seeking demeanor, but he tended to dull that side of himself for you. you were his, and only his. but this was different. underneath him, keening and writhing around the stretch of him, you know it’s different, because eijiro sits 5 feet to your left.
it was strange at first, and you felt a little shy, but it was easy to come back into katsuki’s orbit. you weren’t sure if eijiro could even see you over his view of katsuki’s body, or if it even mattered—you found you’d forgotten him completely until he’d let out a soft groan at your whimpering.
“what d’you want, baby?” cooing down at you, katsuki brings you back to him—nosing at your cheek and fucking you so, so slowly. it’s overwhelming—it feels a little like torture and you want more of it.
“please kiss me—“ it tumbles out of your mouth fast and pitiful, body spasming with each languid push of his hips to yours. never have you wanted to feel bruising smear of his mouth like this. never have you felt need like this. “—please kat, i need—“
“oh, my poor baby.” his teasing brings tears to your eyes—flushed hot with embarrassment that rapidly gives way to unabashed want. “what d’ya think, ei—should i give her a kiss?”
both you and the man in question whimper—katsuki is being cruel and all of you know it, but it only serves to heighten the tension—in your belly and between the three of you. you hear a rasped laugh from the side of the room. “you’re being mean, kat.”
“shut the fuck up.” it’s muttered without any heat, all of katsuki’s focus on you and the way his words make you clench around him. crimson eyes boring through yours, he makes it hard to see anything else.
you grab at the arms on either side of your head, scraping blunt nails down to the sensitive skin of his wrists. he groans, the sudden, rough snap of his hips seemingly an unconscious response. you hear the faint scrape of a zipper to your left, but you know not to let your eyes follow the sound. you don’t think you could if you wanted to.
you love him—it’s the only thing you can think, looking at the strain of his shoulders above you, the bead of sweat that slips down the curve of his throat. you lean up to catch it with your tongue and whisper your love to the rapid flutter of his pulse.
“you love me?” he murmurs, reaching up between you to cover your throat with a hot palm, guiding you back down to the pillows—“just me, baby?”
“only you,” you feel delirious underneath him—the constant, aching drag of him inside of you and the feeling of his hand around your throat. knowing he’ll never tighten his grip—knowing he doesn’t need to. he has all of you. “you, kat, only you—“
“yeah,” he breathes, nodding like it wasn’t rhetorical after all—like he needed to be reminded—“tell ei how fuckin’ good your man makes you feel.”
he grits his teeth and reaches down to pull one of your legs up over his hip—and oh, it’s too much, like this. it’s a deep grind, and faster—his hand leaves your throat to reach down and rub some of the mess you’ve made over your achy little clit. the hot, wet circling of his fingers pulls something entirely incoherent out of you.
“so good,” you croak through tears, barely audible over the wet slap of skin—grabbing frantically for any stretch of skin your fingers can find, trying to pull him to you. “so so good—please baby i need—“
he indulges you then—leans down and presses his mouth to yours so sweetly and gently that it shocks you into an orgasm that lights you on fire. you sob into his mouth and he swallows it all—holding you close while you thrash underneath him—still bullying his way into walls that threaten to milk him dry.
“there you go,” despite the violence of the way he shatters you he speaks to you gently—lowly in between kisses to your cheeks, forehead, and jaw in a way that can only be just for you. “good girl—i got ya—“
he lets out soft moans that make your eyes roll back into your head as he fucks you through it—the drag of his cock along your insides almost loving, romantic—like he’s trying to savor it. it feels never ending—he keeps moving and you keep cumming until you’re shivering in his arms.
“my baby,” he whispers into your temple, wrapping around you as if to shield you. a secret only for you to hear, coming back down. “my baby.”
he’s still hard inside you, and you know exactly why, but you leave it be. his fingers reach down to drag across your skin, drawing shapes into the curve of your hip. something he’s never done before—something that can only be seen by eijiro.
you don’t know what it means. you’ll ask him about it later, when sleep isn’t dangling over your head.
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sipsteainanxiety · 1 year
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waaaa no bc 🥺🥺 it’d been two years since the apocalypse started and society went to shit. you’d been on your own, for the most part, forced to keep moving from place to place as you looked for someone—anyone—who was still alive. you’d lost a lot, you’d gained little, but you were still kicking and breathing. that had to count for something, right?
you thought you’d seen everything, thought you’d become an expert on how to avoid and kill clickers, stalkers, and bloaters alike. but what you hadn’t accounted for were, well, people. who could blame you, though? you’d been by yourself for years.
one moment you were tentatively picking your way to a strange, high-tech fence, the next you were tumbling into a hole feet first. you landed clumsily—your ankle made an odd cracking sound—and you had to bite back a shout as you crumpled to the ground. winded.
how were you supposed to know there were traps in the area? sure you probably could have been more perceptive, but you were caught off guard. and now you were stuck in a hole that was too deep to pull yourself out of with your injured ankle and too steep to climb. you resigned yourself to sitting on the ground with your pistol gripped tightly in your hand. your eyes never once left the opening of the hole.
surely whoever dug this hole—made this trap—would still be around, right? you swallowed thickly.
you were lucky that he was.
katsuki, when he found you hours later, was a surprise you hadn't been expecting. you heard his steps before you saw him peek into your little hole. you didn’t think he expected to see the barrel of a gun pointing up at him, but then again, neither did you. he was the first person you’d seen in ages—you lowered your gun first. he glared down at you with ruby eyes that seemingly seared right through your soul.
it took a lot of convincing on your part, assuring him that you weren't infected. he didn't believe you, of course he didn't, and he was more than willing to leave you in the hole to die if you were lying. but... he hadn't seen another person in so long... his resolve wavered. he brought over a ladder to get you out and before you could even step foot out of the hole, he scanned you. green. you were safe. still, he didn't let his guard down.
he took you to his home base—a heavily fortified area beyond that same high-tech fence you'd seen. there was no infected in sight. now that your adrenaline had faded away, you could feel the shooting pain in your ankle. you sheepishly asked him if he had a medkit as you awkwardly limped behind him. he... wasn't much for conversation.
katsuki gave you clothes, let you shower. he dropped off a large medkit in the bedroom he'd let you have so you could wrap up your ankle. he had running water, working lights. he had a garden and a little farm. and he was alone.
you could tell he'd had his fair share of loss as well. it lingered in the air, potent at times. but still, he'd made something peaceful in these exhausting, terrifying times. a little safe haven that he dedicated hours and hours to cultivating and protecting. you respected that.
your ankle worsened overnight, became swollen and painful to stand on. so he let you stay, albeit begrudgingly. sending you back out into the wilderness would be a death sentence and he knew that. but you had to pull your weight—as much as you could, anyways. you didn't mind. you had your skills you'd developed over the years.
days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. he didn't bother to kick you out, even after your ankle had fully healed. he'd grown used to you, and you to him. you helped him with his chores. you had dinner with him every evening. you woke up with him in the morning to go on little jogs around the fence perimeter. you shared quiet laughs and grim acknowledgements. you had your highs, and you had your lows.
it was only inevitable, you think, that you'd both become so tightly intertwined together that it was difficult for you to be separated.
katsuki kissed you, one night, after the sun had set and you both stood out on his house's porch, staring out into the darkness. fireflies dotted the air. the wind's cool caress along your face was replaced by his warm palm. he kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered—like you were the only thing tethering him to the earth. he told you, in a hushed voice, that he had something to protect, now, with you by his side. he had never known fear until you squirmed your way into his heart.
things changed, that night, for the better. your life—once so tainted by fear and blood—had turned into something so much sweeter in a way you didn't think was possible. you had him and he had you.
and together you would both love each other. for a long, long time.
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scarlettriot · 4 months
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Warnings: Dildos, Multiple Orgasms
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♡ The last thing Ei ever wants to do is hurt you.
♡ He’s too sweet, too thoughtful, too caring.
♡ It’s why he goes out and buys at minimum 6 dildos of varying shapes and sizes.
♡ Each one unique in their own way but they’re all smaller than he is.
♡ No matter how much you beg for his cock, he insists on fucking you with each dildo first before giving you the real thing.
♡ Not moving on to the next until you’ve cum at least twice on each of them.
♡ It’s the only way he can make sure you’re ready for him.
♡ Only when you’re thoroughly fucked and dripping does he even consider trying to fit his fat mushroom tip inside your over stimulated hole.
“Still so tight, baby, fuck, should’ve picked up a few more huh…”
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