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neteyamssyulang · 2 years ago

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Biting/Marking

Day 1

Pairing: Jake sully x Fem omaticaya reader

Summary: Your parents never liked Jake so they chose a different mate for you, unfortunately Jake didn’t care and took you anyway.

Warnings: Dom Jake, Sub reader, Possesive Jake, P in V, Voyeurism, Creampie, Marking, Use of daddy.

Word count: 593

Translation(s): Ngaytxoa slä oe kin ne zasrìn ngati 'ite for a swaw -> Sorry but I need to borrow your daughter for a moment, Sempu tsal lu hìno, oe rnua lu txal -> Dad it is fine, I’ll be back, Knalu, oe’lu engati mlea engati -> Fuck, I’m yours all yours.

A/N: I know it’s pretty short but I’ll write as much as I can for these <3

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You knew Jake was possessive, ever since you met him he was possessive over you while also trying to prove his worth as a mate.

Your parents never liked him since he was a dreamwalker so they promised you to another, Akwey.

Now Akwey was a good man and would surely be a good potential mate but you didn’t love him, your heart belonged to Jake.

Communal dinner was here, like always you sat with with your parents around the bonfire engaging in small conversations when your dads face suddenly turned cold.

Confused you looked behind you to see Jake walking over towards where you and your family were “Ngaytxoa slä oe kin ne zasrìn ngati 'ite for a swaw” he spoke softly at your parents.

Your mother all for it nodded her head but your dad scowled “Sempu tsal lu hìno, oe rnua lu txal” smiling you gave your father and mother a hug before walking off with Jake.

He led you far away enough from the village then stopped walking turning to face you “So what did you need?” You asked softly.

“You” he growled pushing you up against a tree smashing his lips against yours in a rough kiss.

His hands roamed down your sides till they found the ties of your loincloth, deciding fuck it he ripped it clean off your body along with your top sending beads everywhere.

“Jake! Now how am I su-” he cut you off with a kiss as he lifted you off the ground by your thighs, using one hand to hold you up he used his free one moving his loincloth to the side letting his hard cock spring free.

Wasting no time at all he lined himself with your entrance slamming inside you, your eyes rolled back as your arms moved to wrap around his neck.

“That’s it.. such a good girl for me” Jake praised littering kisses and love bites along your neck and chest. What you didn’t know was that Akwey was watching from the trees, glaring at both you and Jake.

You were supposed to be his mate not this dreamwalkers, well Jake knew he was there. Shifting his head to the side he sent a wink towards the other male while angling his hips hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

Jake was glad he took you far enough ways from the village otherwise they’d be hearing your beautiful moans, they were only reserved for him.

Your orgasm was building up fast, the coil threatening to snap at any moment. “You’re mine, say it!” He panted nibbling on your ear.

That was enough for the coil to suddenly snap “Knalu!, oe’lu engati mlea engati!” You screamed coming undone, your walls convulsing around his shaft making him groan.

“Atta girl” he smiled pulling back to look at you “Can you be a good girl for daddy and give me one more?” He purred picking up his pace.

“Y-yes” you slurred getting already drunk off his cock, pleased with your answer Jake nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck sucking and nipping at it.

A silent scream left your lips as you came once more shaking in his hold, panting Jake couldn’t hold back any longer spilling his seed inside of you as his fangs sank into your neck marking you as his own.

After a few moments he unlatched from your neck lapping at a few drops of blood from your wound, “All mine princess” he sighed happily kissing your face all over making you giggle.

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acryptidcreates · 4 years ago

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Drowning

A Northern Passage fic.

MLea/FHunter

WC: 1445

Rating: Teen

I slouched, leaning one hip on the heavy wooden table that dominated the small room. Exhaustion lined every fiber of my being, and it was all I could do to keep a smile plastered on my face. The profuse thanks from the villagers would ordinarily have warmed my cold soul, better than being run out of town by an angry mob at any rate. Still, today I was too tired to be appropriately appreciative.

Lea leaning against the wall, face like thunder, wasn’t helping either.

He was furious with me.

I understood why; I really did. Even if I’d had a good reason to go hunting on my own, I couldn’t expect him to be happy about being left behind. I had hoped to take care of the creature and be back before he’d healed enough to know I was gone, but without Lea’s potions, the hunt had taken several days, and I had had to get creative, luring it out with a dead goat wrapped in my cloak.

I’d not had a choice. If I had waited till Lea was back on his feet, the monster would have gained full strength, and we might not have been able to defeat it.

I hadn’t been willing to risk our lives or the lives of the villagers.

Lea hadn’t spoken to me since I got back to the village. I’d run into him, almost literally, as soon as I had come through the gates. He had just stared at me, emotions flicking over his face too fast for my exhausted brain to keep up, anger for the most part. He’d turned on his heel and stalked away, posture so stiff I thought he might shatter if struck, the rage radiating off him so palpable I could feel it.

I followed, of course. What else was I to do?

We’d gone back to the inn, into a small private room to meet with the man who hired us. Lea took up post by the door, lingering there like a stationary storm cloud, letting me deal with the thankful townspeople.

The villagers trickled out, one by one until it was just Lea and me and an extremely uncomfortable silence. I fidgeted with the heavy purse we’d been given, not knowing what to say to my handler. Apologies, excuses, nothing I could say would ease things between us. It had been partially my fault he’d been hurt in the first place, and I’d had such high expectations of myself, I’d not even left him a note before leaving him with the healer.

I glanced up at him, only to find him staring at me. It felt like a fist around my heart, squeezing out every little bit of life I had. It was an old, familiar ache. I disappointed him often enough to recognize it, though I refused to examine why it hurt so much. I’d never seen him this angry before, though, and there was something else, something right beneath the anger that I couldn’t put my finger on. His eyes were brighter than they should have been, and a muscle fluttered in his cheek as he clenched and unclenched his jaw.

His gaze pinned me to the spot. For a moment, I understood what it was like to be a mouse right before a snake struck.

I opened my mouth, then shut it again, guilt and anger of my own welling in my chest, clogging my throat, choking me. There were so many things I hadn’t told him, dreams, nightmares, worries, what was one more unspoken thing between us.

With a little scoff, Lea looked away from me, shaking his head. He shoved off the wall, turning to leave. The fist around my heart constricted a little more, the ache nearly unbearable. I couldn’t let him go, not like this. With a certainty that surprised me, I knew that if he left right now, if I let him go without saying anything, it would be the breaking of us and everything we’d been so carefully building.

I pushed off the table, halfway reaching for him. “Lea. Wait. I-”

He froze, back ramrod straight, hands fisted at his sides. I slowed my steps, unsure if I could approach.

“I woke up, and you were gone.” Lea’s voice was flat, no emotion at all. “You were gone, and no one knew where you were. No one could tell me anything.” He hissed the last word, fury finally making itself known in his voice.

He turned on me, dark eyes glittering. I gulped, nearly taking a step back.

“The healer wouldn’t let me go look for you. For two days,” he stalked toward me, “Two days, Mercy, she wouldn’t let me leave the damn room.”

He stopped a foot away from me. Too close, far too close. I retreated a step, running into the table.

Still too close, he towered over me. Short as I was, his height didn’t usually make me feel small, but here, under the force of his anger, I felt tiny.

“Lea,” I tried.

He interrupted, “I went looking for you,” his throat bobbed as he swallowed, and with a sudden jolt, I realized that he was shaking.

“I went looking, and all I found was this.” He brandished something at me, a large scrap of fabric- bloody fabric.

The ache in my chest came rushing back, and I suddenly understood his reactions.

It was my cloak. Or what was left of my cloak, anyway.

His voice sounded suspiciously choked when he continued, “I only stuck around to try and find you.” The “What was left of you” went unspoken.

I couldn’t meet his eyes. I wasn’t sure I could handle what I might see in his face.

“Oh, Lea, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” I reached for the scrap of my cloak, fingering it lightly.

“What were you thinking?” His voice was agony.

“I had to. There was no choice.” I forced myself to look up at him, to meet his eyes, “You know that.”

He nodded slightly, slumping as some of the tension drained out of him. “I know, I know. I just-“He ran a hand over his face, “I’m sorry.”

Before I could think better of it, I reached out and put a hand on his arm, an attempt to comfort, though I wasn’t sure if it was to comfort him or myself. Lea tensed under my fingers; I could feel the warm strength of him through his sleeve, steely muscle beneath rough fabric. I forgot how strong he was, sometimes. Something unreadable crossed his face as he looked from me to the hand laying on his arm.

Realization of what I had done hit me, heat creeping into my face. I let my hand drop away. I shouldn’t have touched him, not now. It felt like I had crossed some sort of unspoken line, revealed one of those secrets I held close to my chest. Heart beating fast, I shuffled sideways a little, trying to get more distance between us before I fucked this up any worse.

The next thing I knew, Lea had his arms around me, pulling me close, burying his face in my hair. Shock froze me in place. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. Embarrassingly enough, my eyes burned as though I had smoke in them. I had to squeeze them shut and bury my face in his chest to stop them from overflowing. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had hugged me. I felt too much, the emotion too big, like I had been empty for so long I had forgotten what it was like to be whole.

I could not have made myself step away from him if I had tried.

I did the only thing I could think to do. I wrapped my arms around him and hung on for dear life. He chuckled softly when I squeezed him back.

“You smell like shit,” he murmured into my hair, though he did not let me go.

“Spending several days trying to disguise your scent will do that to a girl,” I snarked back, earning another little chuckle.

His arms tightened around me, and I felt him take a deep breath. “I thought I’d lost you,” the admission was nearly a whisper.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy,” I said. Then, with a little grin, “Next time, I’ll leave a note.”

Lea pushed me roughly away, hands clamped on my shoulders, and he glared down at me, “There had better not be a next time,” he practically growled.

I smiled sweetly up at him, “I promise, but only if you can find me a bath.”

#the northern passage #the northern passage fic #Lea Chen #tnp hunter #tnp fic

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