#forests birthday :D

[forestdragon778]

Yippee!!!! It is the birthday

I went out for my birthday yesterday and I went minigolfing with my wonderful wonderful partner @eldritchnbinspace ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ then we saw the Mario Movie (WHICH HOLY SHIT IT WAS SO GOOD??????) and then! We got food!

It was a really good day :]

I have some pictures of birthday items I have acquired, as well as the minigolf place :]

[0rchidm4ntis]

Happy birthday Silver!! 💐

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Hnnnnnng D's present package finally showed up after a week and a half in postal limbo and it's so fucking cute I'm gonna cry 😭

[iiping]

kaveh snapping at alhaitham for buying another ugly wood carving… except he forgot it was his birthday 👀

read my short fic on twitter here or see more below! 🫶

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“This looks absolutely nothing like me!” Kaveh snaps at the rough-out Aranara carving that suddenly shows up one morning, looking so blonde and angry.

Alhaitham comes out of his room at this moment and walks over to their common shelf where the architect stands.

Kaveh has a meeting with a particularly frustrating client today and he’s feeling so anxious that he cannot help but snaps at Alhaitham too, “How many times do I have to tell you not to bring ugly wood carvings into our home!?”

Alhaitham looks at Kaveh, his lips tightens. Something unfathomable flashes across his eyes and disappears just as suddenly.

“Do whatever you want with it then,” Alhaitham says finally after an awkward silence. Then he grabs his key from the shelf and turns his back to walk towards the front door without saying another word.

Kaveh looks at him leaving the house in puzzlement. It is not a rare occasion to see the Scribe not bothering to argue with him but Alhaitham never walks away after saying only one sentence before. He looks as if he’s angry or even…pouting? Kaveh is not sure if that word can describe Alhaitham.

Maybe Kaveh did something wrong? He gasps at the thought.

Is it because the smell of the cream soup he made yesterday was too strong? Or maybe it was the fact that the house is now so messy because he’s in the middle of tidying up things? Or maybe he moved or touched some books he wasn’t supposed to?

Kaveh ends up thinking for the whole day. He even spaces out during the client’s meeting and almost drops the model when he tries to present his plan.

He thinks and thinks but nothing comes to his mind. They have been on unusually pretty good terms lately, so he cannot think of something recent that might have made Alhaitham upset.

Kaveh is so deep in thought he almost bumps into Collei on the way home.

“Ah! Sorry!” Kaveh exclaims then realizes who it is, “Collei! I didn’t know you were in town today!”

Somehow, the trainee Forest Ranger looks shocked to see him. She quickly picks up something that fell to the ground when they bumped into each other earlier. Kaveh catches a glimpse of a small green box with yellow ribbon before Collei swiftly hides it behind her back.

“It’s so good to see you! Wanna grab something to eat?” Kaveh asks, ignoring her suspicious behavior. He’s not ready to go home just yet, not when he still hasn’t figured out what he did wrong.

“Uh, sorry I have somewhere to be today,” Collei replies nervously, avoiding to meeting his eyes, “If you will excuse me, I really need to get going.”

Then she takes off before he can say another word.

Kaveh ruffles his hair in confusion. What is going on today?

After wandering around aimlessly for a while, he decides that he has no other place to go except the good old Lambad’s Tavern.

He sits down at a table and orders a drink even though it’s merely 5PM.

“Hey, Kaveh!” Lambad shouts his name from behind the counter, “That one’s on the house! Happy Birthday!”

Oh. Shit.

A realization strikes him like a bolt of lightning.

“How could I forget!” he cries, standing up abruptly, “It is my birthday!”

He tells Lambad that he’ll take a raincheck on that glass of wine before leaving the tavern. Kaveh rushes home as fast as he can and finds Alhaitham standing in front of the shelf with the Aranara carving on one hand and a bag on another.

Alhaitham raises his eyebrows when he sees Kaveh practically flying from the front door.

“No, wait—-“ Kaveh tries to catch his breath, “D-don’t throw that away!”

“Oh?” Alhaitham puts down the Aranara and turns to face the architect. “Seems like you finally remember something.”

“Sorry for what I said this morning,” Kaveh blurts out, “I know it sounds like an excuse but that client’s project kept me frustrated all night and I shouldn’t have taken it on you.”

Alhaitham looks at him silently.

“Alright, alright,” Kaveh puts two hands in the air, “I apologize for calling it ugly.”

The Scribe lets out a chuckle right this second. It is clear that he does not intend put up any fights with Kaveh on his birthday.

Alhaitham hands him the Aranara in question and asks, “Will you also stop calling my other wood carvings ugly?”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” Kaveh replies with a beaming smile. His eyes light up as he takes the wooden figure in his hands.

Alhaitham gives him birthday presents every year but they are usually books or drafting tools. This is the first time Kaveh has received something custom-made. Well, from anyone, really.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me this morning,” he mumbles, feeling the rough wood under his fingers. “Sure, it looks a bit cruder than that one in your bedroom which I kind of like, but the more you look at it, the mor—- Hey!”

“I changed my mind,” Alhaitham announces with a straight face, the Aranara is now back to his hand. “I’m taking it back.”

Kaveh blinks.

“What did you just say!?” he raises his voice.

“I don’t see any reasons why it should be in the possession of someone who doesn’t appreciate it,” he replies simply while putting the wooden figure in the bag, then starts to walk to the entrance hall.

“How do you know I don’t appreciate it!?” Kaveh follows him, trying so hard not to yell at his back, “This is ridiculous! You just gave it to me literally a second ago!”

That does not make Alhaitham slow down one bit. In the heat of the moment, Kaveh charges at him without thinking.

Next thing he knows, they are both on the floor with Alhaitham being beneath him. He quickly snatches the bag from the Scribe’s hand and sits up.

“Ha!” Kaveh exclaims, raising it in the air in victory. “You cannot walk away from me this time! Don’t you know that it’s rude to take back what you have given!?”

When there isn’t any response, Kaveh glances down, only to see that Alhaitham is covering his face laughing.

Kaveh looks at this scene in disbelief.

“Were you just teasing me!?” he asks with a high-pitched voice, “Oh my god, who are you? What have you done to my Alhaitham?”

“I couldn’t help,” he is still laughing, “You should’ve seen your face.”

It’s extremely rare for Kaveh to see a silly side of Alhaitham, let alone seeing him laughing like this. Kaveh stares dazedly at him, completely forgetting why he was mad in the first place.

“You can have the Aranara,” Alhaitham says with a smile, “Will you get off me now? Although I don’t really mind—-”

Kaveh interrupts this sentence with a cough, just realizing what a dangerous position they are in. He shifts to move out of the way, but at this moment, a small piece of paper falls of the bag and lands on Alhaitham’s chest.

The Scribe’s eyes widen as he moves to reach for it, but Kaveh is quicker.

Seeing what’s on there, he is speechless.

Alhaitham covers his face again, but his ears are turning visibly red. The worse thing is, Kaveh can also feel his face burning too.

“You carved this,” he asks softly, “for me?”

After a while, Alhaitham admits with a sigh, “Yes.”

Kaveh is dumbfounded. He assumed that it was merely a commission. Never has he ever thought Alhaitham would go that far to do something like this for him.

“That’s why you’ve been coming home late for the past week!” Kaveh just remembers how unusual it was when he said that he needed to work overtime.

“You knowing this wasn’t part of the plan, I was too careless.” he says flatly and decides to pull himself up, unintentionally getting closer to Kaveh. “Now it’s good time for you to forget you have seen that workshop receipt.”

“Nuh-uh,” Kaveh pokes his chest, “This Aranara is now worth a million mora to me.”

“You have just burdened yourself with a new enormous debt then” Alhaitham teases.

“Hey!”

“I think wood craving has grown on me.” Alhaitham smiles, “So I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with these ugly figurines for now.”

“Come on, they are not that ugly,” Kaveh chuckles, “But we do need to set up a proper corner for them so they don’t disrupt the current aesthetic.”

The Scribe can’t help but roll his eyes at this comment.

“Seriously though, thank you” Kaveh softly touches his shoulder and looks directly into his eyes, “It’s the first time someone did something so special for me. I will always treasure it.”

The Scribe stares back at him and without a warning, Alhaitham pulls him into his arms and whispers to his hair, “Happy Birthday, Kaveh.”

After that, Collei, along with Cyno and Tighnari, burst open their front door right when they are still hugging in the hallway. Kaveh’s face turns as red as a tomato as Alhaitham helps him up on his feet.

The night cannot be more perfect. The house is filled with the smell of good food, laughers and joy. His most favorite dishes are laid out on the table and the gifts are waiting for him to open. Wine never tastes better and even Cyno’s jokes are funnier than usual.

Kaveh watches as everyone starts to eat and cheerfully discuss about what games they are going to play tonight. His heart aches a bit thinking of how much he does not want to ever lose this; his friends, his happiness, his home.

And when his eyes accidentally meet with Alhaitham’s, he cannot help but wonder, would things turn out differently if he hadn’t met the Scribe at the tavern that night where he had taken Kaveh in?

He tries harder now to stay happy, to actually listen to some of Alhaitham’s advice, the sensible ones at least.

“Don’t burden yourself with something unnecessary from the past and from the future”, he would say.

So instead of dwelling on the past regrets and unknown future, Kaveh thinks he is ready now to find comfort in the present happiness.

(END)

[cyberpunkgyu]

SERIES: The Sun and the Sunflower / P. Sunghoon

genre: fluff, romance

introduction: these series include random one shots of tsundere! sunghoon and bubbly! reader’s relationship, more chapters/parts will follow in the future! this part shows the softer side of sunghoon but next chapters/parts will show his more “tsundere” side

a/n: i decided to make it one shots because i realized i suck at making long stories so hopefully this turns out alright! let me know what you think :D

warnings: suggestive, and not proofread cause i’m lazy

I. Jealousy *ੈ✩‧₊˚ — when you get jealous

Sunghoon is someone who doesn’t show a lot of affection when there are other people around you both. If a stranger saw the two of you, they might not even think you both are in a relationship because of how casual he is around you in public. You didn’t mind, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable in anyway, and you respected that (though there were times where he would peck your lips when no one is looking).

But there were times you wish you could just kiss him to show others that he is yours. Like right now.

You always thought you weren’t a jealousy person. What’s there to be jealous about? You know Sunghoon is a loyal person and would never do anything to hurt you. He is a whole green flag, a green forest even.

But you can’t help it when you see girls flirting with him out in the open.

He has asked you out for a night out in a nearby art museum that just opened. Of course you agreed, making sure you were free and don’t have anything else planned, you definitely wouldn’t pass any opportunity to spend time with him.

The night has been going well since far. You two went around to see different exhibitions, taking photos of one another (you even secretly took photos of him when he wasn’t looking because he looked so dreamy).

He was wearing a suit and tie with his glasses on, which you have always told him how handsome he looks with it on. Sunghoon is very handsome in general, but when he wears his glasses on, it just hits different. There’s just something about it that makes your stomach flutter ten times more.

You have also dressed up quite nicely, wearing the dress Sunghoon gifted you for your birthday which wasn’t too long ago. It was a pretty long white dress, and you felt very confident in it. Spending almost two hours doing your hair and makeup, your craft not going unnoticed by your boyfriend.

He is quick to notice your appearance, staring at you in awe when he picked you up from your apartment. He had literal heart eyes for you, a soft smile on his face.

For a quick moment you have left him outside to use the bathroom, to freshen up and all that. Once you got out, you didn’t expect to see him talk to someone, and a woman. And he was smiling?

What caught you off guard is when the girl placed her hand by his bicep, though Sunghoon didn’t seem bothered by it, just nodding to what she was saying. Does she really have to be touchy?

You pouted to yourself, watching the scene in front of you, not knowing if you should let them be or approach them. Before you could even decide, Sunghoon has already spotted you, excusing himself.

“You ready to go and see more exhibits? There’s more upstairs.”

“Hmm, sure.”

Your voice came out soft and quiet, something out of the ordinary as you often talked with such excitement. His thick brows furrowed, but he pushed it off, nodding at you. Maybe you were just getting tired? He thought.

Crossing your arms, you began to walk to the escalator, Sunghoon following by your side. Who was that girl? Is that someone he knows? Or did they just met? Why were they smiling? They looked so happy together. Is that his ex? He never told you about an ex…

You shook your head to yourself, feeling yourself overthink. Stop it, yn.

“Hey… you alright? I can take you home if you’re feeling tired.” Sunghoon looked at you with such concern, both of you getting off the escalator as you got to the next floor up.

You looked up at him, quickly shaking your head. “No! Uh, I’m alright. Don’t worry. I want to see more of the exhibits.” You forced a grin, though it came out so fake that Sunghoon can sense something was definitely wrong.

You got startled when he took your hand, pulling you to the side. Your back was suddenly pressed on a wall, gasping softly as his hand found your hips, looking at him with wide eyes. Your cheeks reddened so quickly, heart beating hastily.

“Is something wrong? You can tell me.”

His eyes stayed on you, waiting for your response, though you felt your throat dry during to how close the two of you are. When you opened your lips, nothing came out.

“Nothing! I just- I…”

“You can tell me what’s wrong. I don’t like seeing you so quiet. It’s weird.”

That made your heart flutter, blinking up at him. He was so close that you could smell his sweet scent, making you feel fuzzy inside.

"I would rather hear you talk non-stop than be quiet. I like hearing you," he whispered softly, feeling his fingers run through your hair, making you feel giddy.

"It's just... it's nothing. It's stupid." you felt yourself pout softly, looking away from him, but you felt his hand grip your chin gently, making you look up at him. "Well it's not stupid if it's bothering you right?"

"The woman earlier. You know her? Is she-"

"She's a childhood friend during my ice skating years. We just quickly catched up, that's all."

Ah, right. You nodded, feeling yourself embarrassed.

"Were you… jealous?"

"What? Why would you ask that." you huffed, suddenly getting defensive. He found it cute how pouty you got, feeling himself smile down at you. Gosh, you're cute.

"You can be friends with anyone you want, I don't care. It's the same with me, I can be friends with whoever, talk to whoever I want. And also, why did she have to be touchy-"

Sunghoon looks at you with adoration, his eyes flickering between your eyes down to your lips. He loves it when you ramble, pouting your lips whenever you do. Your voice was going in from one of his ear to the other, everything in the background becoming a blur.

You were suddenly cut off by Sunghoon's soft lips, your eyes widening before they fluttered shut, putting your hands into a fist as you didn’t know what to do with it.

His lips were hot and plump, his hands going up to your waist, pulling you slightly up, causing you to go on your tippy toes.

You wish you could kiss him for longer, though he definitely took your breath away, pulling away from to the kiss to catch your breath. Your cheeks flushed, as well as your lips, and definitely swollen.

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it… you were talking too much.”

A giggle escaped your lips, looking up at him shyly. “I thought you weren’t a fan of PDA.” you teased, smiling shyly up at him.

“I could do much more if we weren’t in public.”

“Hoon!”

He grinned cheekily, his fangs on display, chuckling lowly. “Cute…”

Your cheeks felt as if they were on fire. He really knew how to make you fold, huh? His eyes never left yours, caressing your waist ever so gently, eyes full of love.

“Why don’t we just go back to my apartment?”

“Hm, are you tired?”

“No.”

“Then why? Aren’t we going to see more exhibits?”

“I did. But now all I want is to able to kiss my pretty girlfriend longer.”

[kuni-is-daddy]

Scaramouche/Kuni NSFW Alphabet(Fem READER!)

Word count: 1.1k.

Today is my Birthday 📷🤠 I wonder what scara would give Y/N on their birthday. Something besides a 'nice vantage point' view I hope🤨💦

CW: Minors do not interact past the cut! this is a NSFW POST!

ScaraMasterlist🤪

A: Aftercare- after you first had intercourse you awoke to rather clean and organized room. Your clothes weren't on the floor and we're replaced with a fresh set by the edge of the bed with a note ontop. Scratching your eyes you flipped the note over and read a small 'Hurry up and go to the dining hall when your done.' So you did, smiling ear to ear gleefully, barely getting out the bed and falling on your butt from a sting in your lower body, and a variety of bite marks trailing up your thighs.

B: Body Part- your neck and cleavage. Scara loves to bite on your neck while stuffing you full. He's Moaning, biting and licking so passionately along your neck he could practically feel your heart beating through it. When you make out he can't help but quickly run his hands under your shirt and tug at your bra fabric hiding your boobs. "Mn..fuck your such a tease~" he mutters out.

C: Cum Shot- Scara is pretty possessive, and now that "He's indulging you more often." Besides a hickey he makes sure to coat you everywhere. Your face, fingertips and especially your boobs. Whenever you wake up in the morning and practically stumble into the bathroom your met with bite marks all over your chest. Taking a picture of you covered in his sticky load is his favorite way of claiming you.

D: Dirty Secret- Sometimes he'll take pictures of you and your fucked out expressions, Fresh tears and bite marks along your beautiful body drives him crazy, Especially after your covered in his sticky seed. When your out for a while or he's on missions and extremely needy, he'll seclude himself just to desperately fist his cock to the many pictures of you he's saved. "Hnh~ S-shit~ that's it, Such a good- mnh~ slut taking my cock so well."

E: Experience- Very little or even none, He didnt care for sex as he's so worked up over Inazuma and dottores constant nonsense. Hearing childe talk about 'Hot People he's seen' on trips nearly made scara push him off the boat entirely. You get the honor of being the only one touching his 'godly' body.

F: Favorite Position- face down. Ass up. He loves rubbing his hands along your back then trailing down your body towards your ass. With his smooth fingertips Its almost like a massage. Once he notices you sink into his touch and arc your back like a cat, he's immediately slapping your ass and gripping onto your hips to pull you closer. Grinning at your surprised moans.

G: Goofy- Scara is way too focused on getting himself or you off. But if you made a sly remark about how gentle he's being...he'd flip you over on your tummy, then smash your face into a pillow and call you a needy slut before fucking you rough.

H: Hair- He's a pretty boy, always keeping it trimmed. But since you have the 'honor' of touching him. He'll let you decide how you want it.

I: Intimacy- messy at the beginning. Since your his everything now scara didn't know how to react. He's never had a long lasting or any relationship like this before. Even with aftercare only your panted breathes and 'small talk' would fill the silence.

Walking through the forest or quiet paths always made scara feel at peace which is why he brought you with him. Not because he was bored. His tone would change completely from 'destroyer of nations and Lord sixth' To the blissful innocence he's had as kabukimono. The second you take the opportunity to interlock your hand with his he nearly goes bug eyed as if you Disturbed his peace. He'd Scoff and sigh as if your needy. So you pulled away with a slight frown and immediately he's grabbing tight on your hand. "I never said for you to let go, did I?" He implied and you immediately shook your head and held his hand again with a bright smile on your face while he tippee his hat and looked in another direction, hiding the rosey red blush coating his cheeks. After a couple of days out, scara would be the one holding your hand as soon as you get out the door for a date/ outing he's planned. Everso tightly and even wrapping his arm around your waist so your under his umbrella ((Or hat)) on rainy days.

J: Jack Off- He wouldn't need to unless he's oversees for a mission. He'd fuck you whenever he felt like it. In public, at home. It didn't matter. If you really insisted on waiting until you both got home he'd still pull you over to a alley and kiss you deeply at the very least.

K: Kinks- KUNI!!! CALL HIM KUNI and it practically drives him INSANE!! He loves how sweetly you say his name, either moaning or just calling out for him. You could try kabukimono but He'd get sensitive over it.

Degrading, "Your such a slut~ moaning and pleading for my cock. Want me to give it to you? Then give me more, let me hear more of your pathetic moans. How much do you want your master to fill you up?" Corruption, if it's your first time he'd give the most devilish smirk you've ever seen in your life it would give that weirdo doctor a run for his money. He gets to claim and stuff your pussy full , molding you to perfectly fit his cock and his alone. Breeding, oh for you to have his children. He'd kiss on your belly and abandon his fatui duty's without a second thought. He loves kids and once it was brought up He'd stop at nothing to fill you up with his seed. Just say the word.

L: Location- he prefers the bed, couch, anywhere in your shared home or his palace designated by the tsaritsa. His office however is a favorite of his so he can see you spread out for him and your body jolting back and forth while the desk creeks from his fast pace. But if he was really turned on like at his meeting with Kujou Kamaji..he'd have you stuff your mouth with his cock from under the desk and even pretending to "drop something" just to see your teary eyed face.

M: Motivation- That mouth of yours. Whenever you talk back it amuses him, even during arguments he'd always say things to get a reaction out of you and see what you could come up with just to shut you up later if he loves your answer. (Mention his mother or '3 betrayals' and he'll use you as much as he wants for the day.) Either starving you of an orgasm or deep throating his length and force you to swallow every drop of his cum. If you send a picture of you in black lingerie or any clothing he's bought recently, he'd make it a priority to fuck you as soon as he got home without a care in the world.. he probably left the door open🤭

N: No(turn offs)- Scara would love to try anything with you, either him being top or bottom he always found a way to dominate you or be a brat about it. So it didn't really matter what you did. But if theirs 1 things he didn't care for was wax play. The thought of possibly burning your skin with a mark like that gives him bad memory's.

O: Oral- he loves it. When he plunged 2 of his fingers inside of you and licked at your clit, you came all over his fingers and tongue. You apologized for being so messy but the first thing that came out his mouth was for you to sit on his face like a good girl.

P: Pace- it depends on the mood, he couldn't live watching you walking the next day without stumbling or your legs wobbling. But if it was a long day with fatui work or he hasn't seen you in weeks. It's slow and passionate. He missed feeling your beautiful body. He wanted to explore it just like your first time.

Q: Quickie- Down for it anytime, anywhere.

R: Risk- since he could have you give head right Infront of a colleague. He'd do it Infront of the tsaritsa for all he'd care.

S: Stamina- he's a puppet....and on top of that his 'Creator' is the electro archon. He could go for hours before Overheating 🤭🤭Turning into a sensitive moaning mess. But 'unfortunately' your a human. 2 Rounds minimum.

T: Toys- catching you playing with a toy in your room? He'd watch as you begged and cried from frustration for him to touch you because the toy wasn't enough. How pathetic of you to result to such things while he was away..

U: Unfair- He’s so unfair. he’s brought you to tears almost everytime you did it, he needs you to beg before cumming. Whenever he feels you reaching your climax he'd slow down just to hear you whimper. If you try to tease him he'd indulge it only until he got impatient. Grazing his tip on your folds before riding him? He'd slam you onto his shaft by grabbing your hips. Licking around the tip? As soon as you blink your deep throating his length.

V: Volume- Get as loud as you want, it'll only edge him on more to go faster, to degrade you more, to fuck you harder. As for him he'd mimic your moans just to make fun of you. "Oh shit...You Ah~ like my cock that much? Yes.. faster? Beg for it..cry louder baby~"

W: Wild Card- somnophilia. Only if you give him permission.. if you couldn't wait for him to come back from a mission and we're passed out in his bed he'd flip you over on your back, spread your legs and begin licking and biting at your thighs. When he has a wet dream he'd spare no time and have you waking up to him grunting and groaning in your ear while he folded you like a chair. Also.. electro play..when riding him he'd shock you to go faster instead of slapping your already red ass.

X: X-ray. how big🤨- 7-8 inches and thick. Grinding on him feels so good it's almost as if he's inside of you already~ making you wet and ache for it. When he shoves it deep inside you there's always a bulge, sometimes he'd even grab a marker and label your tummy. He'll stretch you farther next time.

Y: Yearning- if you want it bad he'll always comply. But ONLY if you want it bad. Keep begging, he needs to know you want It. If you dont beg he'll just swat you off like a bug. Or lazily take you.

Z: Zzz- he'd watch you fall asleep after gazing into his indigo eyes long enough. It was a weird yet comforting feeling as you both laid in bed. Your warm body against his. You'd even lay on his chest to his soft breathing making you rise uppp and downnn. It used to creep you out how he wouldnt breathe sometimes but you got use to it. He'd sit there just observing your body. Even trailing his thumb along your soft lips and cheeks.

-- FIC NOTE 🧍

For those confused on turn off 'Bad memory' with the wax play, I considered it for the 3rd 'Betrayal' When the child died from his illness and Kabukimono burned the house down and most likely buried the kid within it.

But this is all head cannons so I hope this is good food for thought with scara!!

"Didn't you post a scara alphabet before?"

Well yes thank you for remembering 😃☝️ The other one got flagged 🧍

[uvobreakmylegs]

Treasure Hunt

wrote this back in April for my awesome friend @ramwrites​’s birthday and she said it was cool for me to post so everyone can read :D

always happy to write Uvo for ya ❤️

Warnings: abo, mentions of kidnapping, blood, mentions of death, implied smut, Uvogin is an unrelenting bastard and that’s the way me and Ram like him

Word count: 6.4k

Uvogin caught the scent unexpectedly as it reached his nose by way of an errant wind. A scent that, despite how faint it was, made him stop in his tracks. It was the scent of another being, but as he focused on it, it didn't smell like any scent he was aware of. Not that of an alpha like himself, or that of a beta or any of the other ranks. It was a scent completely different.

It didn't take him long to realize what that meant:

He'd stumbled across the scent of an omega.

Uvogin turned in the direction where the wind had come from and saw that the scent had likely come from the forested area just beyond the trail he'd been traveling on. A dense forest with a few mountains in the distance; a place no doubt crawling with all sorts of creatures and therefore, a place that would be ideal to hide if one were an omega, as the scents from the wildlife and plantlife alike would help hide the unique scent.

Though clearly not this time. The omega must have strayed too far near the well-traveled path and allowed the wind to carry their scent out. A few minutes earlier or later, perhaps it wouldn't have been a problem.

But today luck was favoring Uvogin, the wind bringing the scent to him right as he was walking by on the path just outside of the forests boundaries.

For an omega's scent to be in a place like that, it likely meant that they were in hiding.

And if they were in hiding, surely it meant that they were unmarked and unmated.

Though he had no evidence for thinking that, it seemed reasonable enough to assume, though ultimately he had no clue unless he went and investigated for himself. But it would be worthwhile if there was a lone omega living within that forest.

So Uvo stepped off the path, heading towards the dense trees while he hoped that the scent would lead him to a prize worth having.

It turned out that following the scent took him in deeper than he had anticipated. Evidently the omega hadn't done anything as foolish as straying too close to the path beyond – the winds today had simply been too strong and had carried the scent further than expected.

But the further in he got, the stronger the scent was becoming, and he felt the anticipation growing every minute. At this point, even if the omega did turn out to be mated to another, Uvogin probably wouldn't walk away. He wanted the omega now, and if he needed to kill the mate to have them for himself, then so be it.

Then he heard a rustling in the distance, and he stopped.

There had been plenty of animal life within the forest that he had come across while hunting down the source of the scent, all of which had turned and run in the opposite direction the instant they saw him coming, the deer, foxes, rabbits and the like that ran away to hide from him as they recognized him as being a danger to them. Being a hunter, Uvogin was used to these types of animals he encountered, and he could recognize the sounds of their feet as they treaded lightly over the ground, identifying which was which from those noises alone.

What he heard ahead of him was no wild animal. From his ear alone, he could tell it was a person.

He moved quietly, taking note of the forest floor in front of him before setting his foot back down. If he was correct in thinking that the omega was in hiding, then they would no doubt run the instant they saw him. He took note of the direction of the wind as well, moving so the wind would be blowing against him and not bring his own scent to the omega and alert them.

Uvo took a few more quiet steps until he was able to move around a large tree and could see past it.

Peering around the edge, he finally saw the omega.

You.

You were kneeling on the ground, your sleeves pulled up to your elbows as you dug around in the earth before you. You were pulling up.... A root of some sort. One that was dark green in color.

Glancing towards a satchel that he noticed was sitting behind you, he saw that it held roots that looked similar to the one you'd just pulled out. Though there weren't very many in the bag, and when he looked back to you, he saw a frown form on your face as you seemed dissatisfied with the size of the one in your hand.

…. Ah.

Uvogin had heard of it before – muting ones scent by covering up the scent glands. It seemed there were a few different ways of doing it, either by way of natural home-made remedies or ones created more recently by those who were trying to make a business out of it.

He himself had never used anything like that – he had seen no purpose in it. But he had heard of those who used those remedies for one reason or another, feeling some sort of need to hide the scent that gave their rank away.

The only times he'd heard of omegas using such things was after they were discovered to have been omegas, when they had run out of the ingredients for their remedies or when something had failed with the remedies they had bought and the omega scent coming out at the worst time. And afterwards, the omega would quickly vanish.

Very rarely, he had heard, was it that the omega had left on their own accord.

Uvo was inclined to say that you had a bit more sense than the omegas that tried to live a normal life by muting their scents and blending into society – you must have known that it would only be a matter of time before you would be discovered as an omega if you had gone down that route. You had done the exact opposite, living in hiding on your own and away from the rest of society.

And he was certain that you were on your own. Now that he was so close to you, he was able to take in your scent better, and there was nothing else lingering on you aside from your natural scent as an omega and an earthy scent that clung to your clothing.

You twisted yourself to put the root in the satchel with the others, and the action caused the collar of your dress to move out of the way, allowing him to see the bare skin around your neck and shoulders.

Unmarked.

Unmated.

Living alone in the forest.

Waiting for a worthy alpha to find and claim you.

And that alpha was him.

That thought had him stepping out from behind the tree fully, this time not bothering to be careful of the noise he made – he wanted you to know he was there.

You noticed immediately.

Your head snapped towards him and you tensed up, your expression becoming grim as you saw him. Then he watched you attempt to subtly sniff at the air. You were trying to find out what he was, he quickly realized. But with the wind blowing away from him combined with the distance, you weren't able to catch his scent.

He grinned.

“You wanna know what I am?” Uvogin asked.

You only tensed further at that question, and when he raised his arms, he saw you slowly move your feet underneath you while your hands moved down to the ground below.

You were preparing to break out into a run.

Uvo wasn't too concerned about that at the moment as he brought his hand up to the arm he had raised, pressing his thumbnail against the skin of his arm.

You seemed confused at that.

With the slightest bit of pressure, he managed to break the skin of his arm, and he slid the nail down to make the cut bigger before he pulled his hand away.

The wound was shallow, but blood still began to drip down his skin.

The scent of blood was always strong no matter the rank, and as the blood continued to drip down his arm and onto the forest floor below, your eyes widened as his alpha scent finally reached you.

The wind blew past you once again, and this time Uvo could smell the fear that came from you.

You ran.

You turned and launched yourself from where you were sitting, running away from him while leaving your satchel of roots behind. Uvogin watched as you ran. You outrunning him didn't seem like a possibility so he felt no need to go after you immediately. If you were going to be difficult about this, he'd let you flounder a bit before taking you. It would leave more of an impact on you if he allowed you to think that you had almost managed to get away from him before he collected you.

Then he noticed something odd.

Just before you were out of his sight completely, you turned your head back to look at him. When you saw that he hadn't moved from that spot next to the tree, your eyebrows furrowed.

And though you were still running away, Uvogin saw that your pace slowed ever so slightly.

As if you didn't want to get too far ahead of him.

….. Why would you want that?

Uvogin stayed where he was, listening to the sounds of your feet running across the foliage while you went at your slower pace.

As much as he wanted to say that it was your omega instincts causing you to become conflicted over what you wanted, it didn't feel like that was happening. He could tell when you looked at him that you feared him, and finding out that he was an alpha had only made that fear worse. Yet from the brief glance you'd given him and the way your pace had slowed told him that you wanted him to follow you.

Once again, he asked himself why you would want that.

Uvo brought his thumb to his mouth, licking at the blood on his nail before he smiled to himself.

It was something to keep in mind. But right now it was best that he begin to pursue you.

So he started to walk, making a point to step on your satchel of roots before he followed the path you had taken. Even without the scent that lingered in the air, yours was an easy trail to follow: you hadn't taken any heed to your surroundings as you ran, and you had caused damage to the forest around you in the form of broken branches and upturned dirt. Anyone would've been able to follow that.

But again he wondered if that was what you wanted.

With his long stride, it didn't take Uvo long to come across you again. This time you were down in a gulch, one hand on the side of the rock as your eyes looked over the trees of the forest, trying to see where he would come from.

There was an opening in the side of the gulch where you were standing, he realized, and when you saw him, you ran again, this time running into the wide opening.

He stopped once again, assessing the situation he'd found himself in.

You were trying to lead him into a trap.

Of that, he was certain.

Why else would you be waiting for him long enough so he would see you enter that cave? If your goal had truly been to get away from him, you would've entered that cave as soon as possible, not stand around waiting for him.

So you wanted him to follow you down into the cave. And if he were to guess, you wanted him to follow so you could kill him. That was the way it felt to him.

So then, what was his move now that he knew that?

Uvo wasn't letting you go, so there were no thoughts of giving up on you. Putting his patience to the test and waiting for you to come out on your own was an option, though after thinking on it for a few moments he decided against it. Without knowing what the layout of the cave was, he had no clue if there was a second opening. Sitting around and waiting could give you the time you needed to get a head start in escaping him.

Which meant that his only remaining option was to go in after you.

A risky decision, as he still had no clue what the inside looked like, but in reality, it only excited Uvo a little bit.

And ultimately, how could one like you do anything of significance to him?

Your scent was stronger when he bent down to enter the cave – a sign that you came here frequently. Whatever this place was, it likely served as your home.

The entrance opened up into a hallway that was large enough that he could stand without needing to bend his head down, though his hair managed to brush against the stone up top.

This was an odd place, he noted.

There was lighting in the hallway, coming from what appeared to be glowing stones embedded into the rock. And as he walked down the hall, he noted the areas within the walls that appeared to have been doorways at one point but were now sealed up with smaller stones.

As curious as he was as to the history of this place and why certain areas were blocked off, he turned his attention back to his main objective: getting you. And as he looked to the end of the long hallway, he could see you waiting for him on the other side of a room.

This was definitely a trap.

And when he got closer to the room where you stood, he smelled something other than your scent, something that almost managed to overpower yours completely:

The smell of old, dead blood that permeated from the room.

Uvogin paused when he reached the doorway and looked over the new area. You were still standing before him but now looking like you would run down the hallway behind you. There was also a set of levers on the side of the wall behind you, and as he looked over the room itself, he was starting to get an idea as to what those levers were for.

The walls and floor were covered in blood. All of it long since dried up and there were some clear attempts at washing it away, but the sight and scent still remained. There were particular areas where the blood was most prominent: at the center of the walls to his left and right, and the very center of the floor. All of those points had very large, very clear stains of blood that had spread out far over the surface and was the main source of the mixture of different blood scents that almost overwhelmed him. There was a bit of cloth on the floor as well, and while the rest of the floor had other varying sizes of cloth strewn about, the rest of them looked as if they had been set there so the one at the center wouldn't look out of place.

And through the mess of cloth and bloodstains, there was one last thing Uvogin spotted on the stone floor: several lines carved into the surface, as though something heavy had been moved over it repeatedly.

….. Ah. So that was what this was.

Uvo smirked to himself and stepped inside.

You reacted immediately by stepping back into the hall and pulling down one of the levers. The result was a barrier of metal bars that came down from the ceiling before you and blocked the entrance of the second hall.

He hummed and took another step forward, at which you pulled a second lever.

A loud noise sounded from behind him, and when he looked back, he found bars similar to the ones that separated you from him had blocked off the entrance behind him.

“Oh? Was your plan just to trap me?” he asked, “gonna teach me a lesson by turning the tables and capturing me?”

That question got you to finally speak.

“No. You're not worth keeping alive,” you answered bluntly.

“You wound me,” Uvo answered sarcastically, “so then what are you gonna do?”

“Get rid of you, just like every other arrogant alpha that came after me with the expectation that I'd roll over and let them do with me as they pleased,” you answered, “all of you who come after me are the same, too busy thinking with your dicks and using your primal instincts as an excuse.”

“An excuse for what?”

“An excuse to rid yourself of any responsibility for why you go after omegas in the way you do,” you said, “because it's easier to shift the blame on instinct, right?”

Uvogin waited a moment as he processed your words, and then he grinned at you.

“I'm not sure what bullshit has been spouted at you by other alphas that you trapped, but I couldn't care less about blaming my actions on anything,” he said, “I've come after you because you're mine. Why would I make an excuse for collecting my mate?”

“You can keep those bars down if you like,” he added, “I've got no issue breaking those apart to get to you.”

From the way your brows furrowed, his speech had managed to perturb you, yet you still scoffed at his last sentence.

“As if I'd even give you the chance to try and get to me,” you said.

“Gonna crush me to death before that, huh?”

You blinked in surprise.

“You've figured out this room already?”

“It's pretty obvious from the marks left behind in the floor,” Uvo answered, “what else could leave grooves like that in stone?”

Now at the center of the room, Uvogin pushed away the cloth at his feet with his foot, revealing the panel you had hidden that would no doubt trigger the mechanism to activate the trap in the room. He then looked to the third lever that sat next to you on the wall and the way your hand twitched as you anticipated needing to pull it.

“The walls will crush me if I step on this plate or you pull that, then?” he asked.

“... Yeah.”

Your expression turned grim when he said that.

“Oh? Why so upset? Don't you have me where you want me?” Uvo asked mockingly.

“You think I want to do this?” you asked back, “because I don't. I hate killing people, but if I don't get rid of the people who find me, they keep coming back to try and take me. I can't have peace as long as you alphas know where I am. So I need to get rid of you.”

You let out a shaky breath as you said “I hate it every time this happens, but you leave me no choice. We wouldn't be here if you would just leave me alone.”

Uvo raised an eyebrow as he asked “now who's shifting blame?”

You glared at him.

“I don't think I'm gonna feel much regret over ending you,” you said.

“You'll find that to be harder to do than you think.”

You sighed.

“Another tired alpha line. You're just like the rest.”

“I'm nothing like other alphas,” Uvo countered.

“You're exactly like the rest of them.”

With that, you lifted your hand up to the lever. Your eyes were averted as you did so.

Before you reached the lever Uvogin stepped on the plate before him.

The shock on your face was clear as you looked to him in the few seconds he had before the walls closed in.

He winked at you.

The walls shot forward with the intent of reaching one another and crushing him completely. But just before they reached him he lifted his arms-

And slammed his fists against the walls.

What followed was a series of loud noises, the sounds of stone breaking apart and the mechanics of the walls dislodging as a greater force pushed back against them. Dust and fragments of stone flew into the air that briefly clouded everything, and the room shook so much that you needed to brace yourself against one of the walls for fear of falling over.

It took you a moment for you to understand what just happened.

Once the noises stopped, the dust settled and the shaking ended was when you looked back to him.

Uvogin stood triumphantly in the center of the destruction. And once again he grinned when your eyes met his.

Uvo was feeling good about himself. In the place where others had met their end, he had been the one to beat your trap. Now you couldn't deny that he was nothing like any others who had gone after you. And perhaps this might be enough to convince you that fighting this was useless.

Although maybe not. You seemed to be the stubborn type.

At the moment, however, your shock had turned to fear as you looked at him through the bars, your eyes looking over the destruction he had caused before inevitably going back to him. It was the same fear he had caught wind of when he had first approached you, but this time it was far greater.

Terror and a sense of hopelessness was beginning to settle in. That there was nothing you could do to stop him.

Yet when he stepped forward you took in a sharp breath before you moved, turning and dashing down the corridor as fast as you could.

As he thought. Stubborn.

But he found that he didn't mind it.

The bars over the entryway were wrenched off easily and thrown to the side. You were already out of sight. He took a few steps into the corridor and found that there were multiple openings within the walls. Given the nature of that first room, he wondered if there were more traps to be found in the halls ahead. Though with how easy it was for him to beat that first room, he had a hard time imagining that anything you had set up would do much to him.

He glanced behind, seeing that the bars at the other end of the room were still intact. He'd leave those as they were for now. They'd be useful in keeping you in if you somehow managed to get around him and tried to escape that way.

Uvogin followed the path you had taken and turned at the same corner you had only to find another corridor that looked the same as the one he was currently standing in. Was this a maze? That was what it seemed like, but that wouldn't do much to stop him – he could still smell your panicked scent and could follow it to you.

As he walked down this other corridor, he noticed something else that gave your location away: there were several hallways of the maze where the floor was littered with dust and rubble, whereas the path that you must've traveled on a daily basis had clear signs of use as no dust had been allowed to settle.

This wasn't as effective in warding off pursuers, although in your defense, it was likely the first and only time that room from earlier had failed you.

That didn't stop him from encountering another obnoxious trap, however, as at one point through the maze a section of the floor beneath his foot suddenly fell, revealing a pit of sharp spikes down below.

He survived by quickly grabbing at the walls on either side and moving fast, only sparing a single glance down so as to acknowledge that there weren't any remains down in the pit. Those spikes probably wouldn't have killed him, but it would be a pain to deal with getting back up after falling into that.

Still, the more he saw, the more he wondered how you had managed to come across this place. Uvo couldn't believe that you had been the one to set the traps, but it wasn't exactly often that one would come across a fully functioning and apparently abandoned death cave.

Perhaps he could ask you after he caught you.

For now, he thought to himself as he spotted a door that led out of the maze, his only concern was capturing you.

Unsurprisingly, the door had been locked and secured from the other side, but with a single kick Uvogin had the wooden door and the board barricading it from the other side crashing to the ground in a million splinters. He stepped inside to find another room with another wooden door and your scent even stronger in this place. A quick look around didn't reveal there to be any mechanisms in this room that would trigger a trap.

But he did notice something odd on one of the walls.

He approached slowly, his eyes narrowing as the thing he had noticed appeared to be.... Writing?

It had been scratched into the walls with what appeared to be charcoal, and the writing itself looked to be dates of some kind. Ten different days marked down alongside different months of the year, and above it had been written a few words hoping that the dead would find peace.

This was a memorial for your previous victims, he realized. Despite your way of disposing of them, he had seen firsthand how death had bothered you. And you had said that you didn't enjoy it but that you had no other choice.

Was this some way of coping with it? With you, it didn't feel like that. Writing down when those deaths had happened seemed more like a punishment to him.

Maybe that was the point.

He looked over the dates again.

Ten different dates, ten different people. He would've been the eleventh if you had managed to kill him.

That couldn't be good for your health. The least he could do would be to save you from needing to remember all of that.

Uvogin then made his way towards the unopened door, and after finding that it was similarly locked, he kicked his way in once more.

Upon entering the next room, he managed to be a bit surprised.

So far, all of the rooms had been lit by use of the glowing stones placed in the ceilings and the walls, but as he walked into this new room, he found that the light within it came from the outside. Taking a few steps in, he looked above him and saw a wide opening within the rock, one that seemed to have been placed there intentionally in order to allow in the sunlight. He wasn't sure why such an opening would have been built in, though he suspected that it may have something to do with the stone basin he saw standing in the center of the room. The aged basin wasn't the thing that stood out most in this room, however.

It was what the natural light allowed within the space had managed to grow, as at the back of the room stood dozens and dozens of sunflowers, standing tall with their faces all turned upwards to that opening so they could absorb as much of the sunlight as possible. Odd to find something like that within a cave, but they seemed to be thriving.

Not that it mattered all that much to Uvo.

But as he inhaled once again, he noted that your scent in this room was even stronger.

And as he looked about the room once more, he noticed something on the ground behind the basin.

Looking closer revealed it to be a pile of cloth that had been arranged to look like a nest of sorts, a great deal of the cloth placed at the center as protection from the ground below.

Uvogin bent one knee to kneel down over the nest, a hand resting on the basin to keep his balance as he looked it over. This was where the omega scent was strongest. This was where you slept during the night, curled up on a makeshift bed among a miniature sea of sunflowers, waking up in the mornings just so you could spend your day scavenging for food and ways to further hide yourself from the world. And then you returned here every night after boarding up the door to this room, allowing yourself to get the rest you needed without fear of an intruder interrupting you. This place was your safe-haven.

And Uvogin felt certain that he had been the only other person to get inside of this place.

He looked about the rest of the room as his other hand absentmindedly went down to pick up one of the bits of cloth while he noted the raised platform that ran along the edge of the room, spotting five different doors – two on either side and one at the back – that led out of the room. The single door at the back wall appeared to be firmly shut and had two indents on either side consisting of various shapes, as if the door would be unlocked if he found the correct items to place inside of the indents.

He was thinking of how annoying that would be when he brought the cloth up to his face and inhaled.

The hand that had been gripping the basin caused the aged stone to crack as he was overtaken by the scent of a long-gone heat that was still present in the cloth. The thought of you needing him like that, being beneath him and begging, almost made him lose his mind.

Maybe you weren't completely wrong about what you had said in regards to instinct driving him.

He looked once again to the doors and sighed. The trick here seemed to be that he needed to go into wherever the four doors led and retrieve whatever items would unlock the fifth door, which would then allow him to get to you. Actually going through with that would be an obnoxious waste of time, and it'd be much easier and faster to break down that single door like he had done with the others. All he could hope for was that there weren't any more ridiculous traps to be avoided or any obnoxious puzzles he would be forced to solve.

Uvo dropped the cloth and stood, his hand still on the basin as he brought himself back to his feet.

When he looked to the basin again, he kicked it.

There hadn't been any reason for it; he just felt like toppling it over.

But as the stone crashed to pieces on the ground and hit the stems of a few unfortunate flowers, he heard something unexpected.

A soft but sharp intake of breath.

One that had come from within the sunflowers.

…. Ah.

It clicked in his mind, and he wanted to laugh when he realized what you were trying to do, that you were trying to trick him into going further into the cave so you could escape while he was distracted. At least that answered the question of if there was more than one way in and out this place – if you had the chance to get out elsewhere, you would've done so by now.

Uvo decided to go along with it for now. Though before he headed towards the wall with the lone door, he bent down to pick up a bit of the rubble left behind by the destroyed basin and kept it in hand as he made his way over.

Earlier he'd been distracted by the sight of your nest and the scent of you that filled the room, but now that he had a bit more of a hold on himself, he could easily pinpoint your shape within the sea of sunflowers. Currently he could feel your eyes watching him through the stems, and he could easily imagine the way you looked at him with your hands covering your mouth, hoping that if you stayed quiet and stayed still, he'd overlook you in favor of figuring out the door puzzle.

If only you'd kept quiet when he knocked over the basin, it might've worked.

You made your move when he began to kick at the door in an effort to break it down. On the third kick in, when the door cracked and pieces of stone fell to the floor, he heard a rustling from the area where you had hidden yourself, and he looked back in time to see you making a break for the door he had entered from.

Without missing a beat Uvo turned around and threw the rubble he had picked up earlier in your direction.

It hit you squarely on the back just as you entered the doorway and caused you to cry out as you fell.

Your cry of distress should have caused him to feel some form of upset or remorse, but he found that it only managed to excite him.

You were struggling to push yourself up into a sitting position when he returned to you, the hit from the rock affecting you more than he had intended. Good thing he'd aimed for your back and not your head.

You shuddered when you saw him towering over you and began to shake your head.

“Please,” you begged, “please just go away. Don't do this.”

“And what, leave you alone in a place like this? That would be even more cruel,” he said, “that main trap of yours can't be fixed, the doors to this room are wrecked, and no one would ever fall for those spike pits in your maze. Unless you've got something even more deadly in those other rooms, this place isn't safe for you anymore. Anyone could get in.”

You glared when he said that.

“And whose fault is that?” you asked.

“Hm. I'd say it's both our faults,” he answered, “me for breaking your shit, and you for thinking that you could get rid of me. You should've just accepted that I'm the alpha meant to claim you.”

“I'm not meant to be claimed,” you hissed.

Despite the venom dripping from your voice, he smiled at you.

“You are,” he said, “but it's okay if you haven't accepted that yet. I'm happy to help you through it.”

With that, he reached for you.

Your attempts to swat his hands away did nothing, and within moments he was carrying you over to your makeshift bed among the sunflowers. You struggled in his grip the entire time, and when he set you down on the cloth, you tried to turn onto your front and get up so you could run from him again.

You cried out the second you moved, the pain from the rock that had been thrown at you still very present.

Uvogin sat over you, watching as you struggled beneath him, still desperately trying to fight and get yourself out of this despite there being no chance of such a thing happening. Your time living as an unclaimed omega had come to an end; now there was only one future for you.

Uvo was waiting for you to come to that realization.

And after a few more moments of you writhing on the ground in agony, it seemed that you did realize that.

You looked back up to him, and once more shook your head.

“Please don't,” you begged again, “I don't want this.”

That time, instead of speaking, Uvo leaned in so he could press his face against your neck. Your attempts at pushing him away were even less effective than when you had tried to keep his hands off of you earlier, and you soon stopped fighting him, keeping your eyes squeezed shut while you bit your lip.

With your neck exposed to him, your scent was clearer now more than ever, and Uvogin couldn't keep himself from pressing his lips against your skin. It was a tame kiss by his standards, yet you shuddered when he pulled his lips away, and when he looked back at you, he saw tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks as your lip wobbled in frustration.

He inhaled again, and that time he caught a scent of something new: a very, very faint hint of arousal.

He smirked.

“As much as you like to deride other ranks for acting on instinct, you aren't much different,” he said to you, “I've only kissed you once and you're already beginning to reciprocate.”

“But it makes sense,” Uvo continued, “you've been all by yourself here for a long time, haven't you? Riding out all those heats on your own while waiting for your alpha to come for you.”

“No,” you said.

“You did the right thing in getting rid of those others; they would've ruined you,” he added while ignoring your protest, “but you don't need to worry about dirtying your hands with that sort of thing anymore; I'll be here to keep you safe from here on out.”

“No,” you said again, but this time it came out weaker.

You didn't try to fight him when he pushed your skirts out of the way so he could position himself between your legs, nor did you try to push him away when he pressed his lips against your neck again.

This time he included teeth as he bit down, and the cry you let out went straight to his dick.

Blood was dripping from his mouth when he pulled away and looked at you once more, and this time he saw that you were full-on crying when your eyes met.

“Please d-”

He silenced you by taking your lips in a kiss, and the muffled noise that came from you sounded like a mixture of both want and fear.

Whatever the conflict going on within you, Uvogin would see to it that it was put to rest.

[delulu-sushi]

Future Y/N and Mikey visiting their childhood!!! Canon to Always By My Side. :D

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enjoy!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Remember this place?" Mikey's words trigger your memories as he offers his hand to help you off the back of his motorcycle

Just like he did that day

He entwines his fingers into yours, as deep as one possibly could, as the two of you walk down Musashi Shrine.

You glimpse at him.

Now 25, Manjiro Sano was still as charming as ever. He left his playful appearance, his hairstyle now mimicking his older brother's and his clothes being less casual and more flaunting, but he was still you're Manjiro.

As you walked down Musashi Shrine, you noticed how just the aura of the place brought back his Toman demeanor, just as he would walk down all those years ago... ...the hundreds of heads bowing down as he walked past them, his cape endlessly flowing back as you watched him with a proud feeling that never went away. Watching the invincible Mikey, no, your invincible Mikey walk so confidently, and see so many people respect him...

Manjiro stood where his young self once stood, and you swear you saw the ghosts of the past. He turned to you as his smile grew bigger, and slowly walked towards you, who was leaning on a pole. His one hand reached for your face as he brought his forehead closer to yours, planting a soft kiss on your lips, before whispering his daily mantra, "I love you".

"You know you can't whisper those words without taking things farther" you tease him in between his soft kisses.

"Heh," he chuckles as he takes his hands in yours leading you down the shrine and on a path in the forest, "Don't worry dorayaki, I know what to keep private" he says with a snobbish wink as you roll your eyes at him, the two of you erupting in a series of giggles with your flirtatious talks.

"Are we going to that tree?" You ask Manjiro as you notice the surroundings around you. "Honestly, I didn't think you would remember, seeing how you forget your own birthday"

Mikey gives you a raised eyebrow as he starts giving a very irrelavant and made up list of all the things you forgot, which you give an eye roll and eventually erupt into giggles

He loves making you laugh

"Never stop laughing, m'kay?" He doesn't stare you straight in the eye, but moves his arm over your shoulder as you hug his side

"For you, I never will." You answer back as the two of you eventually stop at the tree.

Manjiro rolls his sleeves down and reaches his hand into a tree hole untouched for 15 years. He pulls out a rusty box, once golden and embroidered, now dusty. Still, Manjiro takes out a handkerchief and wipes the box, which, to your astonishment, is still as beautifully embroidered as it was all those years ago.

Jiro clears his voice and stands up tall, very evidently trying to hold back a childish smile as he begins a speech.

"MS. L/N, F/N, 15 YEARS AGO I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU. 15 YEARS AGO I ASKED YOU TO PUT SOMETHING IN THIS BOX THAT REMINDED YOU OF ME. 15 YEARS AGO, I did the same" His voice calms down as he smiles lovingly. He can't stop. Manjiro opens the box and motions you to take out his letter, as he takes out the picture you drew.

"Dear dorayaki, " you start to read the letter and sneak a glance at Mikey, who freezes with a tomato-red face, suddenly remembering how much of an embarrassing love-struck 10 year old he was, "Jeez Jiro, I can't believe you made up that nickname when you were ten" you tease him.

"One day, you came to my grandpa's dojo, and I thought you were just another girl. Then we played together. You, me, Baji, and Sanzu, and all I wanted to do was make sure no one tagged you but me. Now I am ten and Shinichiro is always talking about the girls he gets rejected by. And sometimes, I get scared that you too, will reject me."

You pause to take a breath. Never in your life did you imagine that the 5th grade boy who acted so cool and chill in front of everyone was head over heels about you, going so far to write a whole letter.

"I think I'm in love with you. And if this is true, then I'll tell you. I'll look at your pretty E/C eyes all day long and we'll drink milkshakes together, and I'll even let you finish mine. But most importantly, if this is true, then I'll bring you back here and", you turn over the paper, anticipating what comes next... but its empty. Confused, you look back at Manjiro, whos

On his knees.

His hands on a small square case which you hope has what you think is inside.

He's staring at you, with love, because he knows what you're answer is going to be

"Marry me?"

No words come out of your mouth as you nod your head while tears slowly drop down your face as he takes your precious hand and slides a golden ring with the engraving Sano.

"Then I'll bring you back here and I'll make you a Sano" he finishes the last sentence of his letter and kisses your hand, while your still in shock about what happened.

"We're, WE'RE MARRIED NOW! We're married now? Oh my gosh, we are married Manji" Manjiro never thought you would be freaking out more then him. He looked straight in your eyes, picked you up, and twirled you around, "YEAH! You're a Sano now!" You've never seen him this happy before.

He then picks up the drawing you put in the time capsule,

A wedding reception. The Sano family, and all your friends surrounding the side. And in the middle?

You and Manjiro as bride and groom

[rayassecretlife]

It was always you

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Neteyam Sully x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

PLEASE READ PART 1 AND PART 2 FIRST.

Summary: after the blow up at your party, you run away from the clan in thoughts nobody would know where you had gone—but of course, there was always him.

Warning(s): smuttt (MINORS DNI), slow burn kinda, Neteyam being a cry baby/manipulator, mentions of ab*se, death, self h*rm, slight breeding kink if you squint, praise kink

Not proof read!!!! Tumblr kept logging me out and I got mad so… but no word count, just know it’s long asf.

It was pathetic really. The crying mess you were in front of Eywa, you couldn’t believe this was how your birthday was going to end. That familiar urge to hurt yourself only burning your mind harder then ever.

“Oh Eywa, why have you turned your back on me? Take me, please just take me” Your knees buckle and you practically sink to the floor, head falling into your hands as your sobs began to break through your chest. You had so many emotions, so many regrets and wishes. You wanted it to stop, to be gone from the pain you felt.

“Y/N” The voice approached making you stand to your feet, pulling your knife to separate you and the boy before he could get any closer. “Y/N, what are you-“

“Go away, Neteyam. Please just…just go away!” You cry, moving closer to him with the blade towards his chest, but he wouldn’t move. He knew you wouldn’t hurt him, trying your hardest to yell at him without giving up. “I don’t want to hurt you”

“You won’t hurt me” He steps closer to you, his hand gently grabbing yours, removing the knife from your hand in fear you might hurt yourself. “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay” You push him away from you with a sob, voice hitching in your throat as you tired to talk.

“D-Don’t touch me! You need to leave, Neteyam” He shakes his head and you whine, bottom lip stuck between your lip as fear began to fill your body. You couldn’t let him get any closer, his scent was worse now, calling to you desperately and your body wanted to give in so badly. “Please, I can’t do this”

Neteyam felt everything you did, he knew why you were pushing him away but he didn’t care, he was so tired of waiting. “Why are you running from this? Do you not…like me?” Your eyes soften at his worried tone, shaking your head as you wiped your cheeks.

“I’m leaving, Nete” Your words made him stop, forehead creasing at your words. “I’m leaving the forest” His eyes burned with confusion but his heart felt like it had been torn in two, struggling to find the right words.

“What… I—you said—“ The boy looks down, a million thoughts filling his head as he thought back to the party, feeling his eyes water but he couldn’t show you that. He couldn’t cry, so he did the next best thing. “So you were going to kiss me at the party and then just leave? Just like that?”

Your eyes shut with a sigh, hearing the peeking anger in his voice. His eyes were swelling with tears before you, imagining a world without you in it was not something he wanted, his heart breaking at the thought.

“I tried to hold myself back, I really tried, Teyam—but you… I can’t stay away from you, and I can’t ignore the feeling I get when I’m around you” You cry, realizing you were practically admitting to him, watching his angry expression shield his sadness. “You should go”

You turn to leave but he doesn’t let you, gripping your shoulder to turn you back around forcefully. “Why? To make it easy for you? So you can just leave and leave me by myself? How could you ask me to forget you? To forget everything we’ve been though!”

“You don’t think this hurts me, too?! Having to leave you? Having to leave the clan? There’s no place for me here, Neteyam. I go home and get beat every fucking day! I can’t escape him, I need to leave to be safe!”

“I’ve spent years protecting you, Y/N! Constantly trying to convince you to stay with me, following you through the woods to make sure you were okay, having guards go scouting with you if i couldn’t, I did it all! I did it all because I fucking love you!”

“Netey-“

“Making birthday dinners with my mother, picking fights with any guy who even got close to you, spending my nights holding you while you slept through your nightmares, it was me! It was all me!”

Tears stream down your face as you watch him fall apart before you, clearly holding back tears as he yelled at you, a tone you were so unfamiliar with.

“I can’t… I can’t do this without you” Your ears flatten at his cracking voice, letting a tear slip down his cheek and you wiped your own with your palm. “I can’t just forget you, Y/N” He was now looking at you with the most pleading look you’d ever seen, trying to keep his composure as he stared at your clearly broken state. It hurt him, he just wanted to take all your pain away, even if it meant giving it to him.

“Neteyam…” your voice shook as he pulled you into his arms, firmly wrapping around your body in a tight hug. He couldn’t let you go, not without him going with you. You hesitated, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck, letting your tears fall against his shoulder. “I have to go, Nete”

“I’ll do anything, Y/N. Please, please don’t leave me” You cry at his voice, his fingertips digging into your skin, afraid you’d let him go. He was crying, still trying to pull you closer to him even though you’d been as close as you could possibly be. “Your what I look forward to when I wake up, what i yearn for at night, I… I need that, I need you”

You never saw him like this—this vulnerable to someone? He was always the great warrior, oldest son of Toruk Makto and one of the most respected men in the clan. Nobody saw him this way, not the way you did. He was falling apart in your arms, begging you over and over to stay in his arms.

“Kalwayaveng! Look at me! Don’t you see how badly I need you? How much i love you?” Those three words made you heart skip a beat, closing your eyes as you embraced the boy tighter, fingers running through his hair in attempt to sooth him.

“Y-your father is assigning you a mate” you remember the hurtful information, holding onto him only to be pulled away, his hands cupping your face as he stared down at you.

“I have promised myself to you many months ago, Syulang. My family, they want you to be with me. They want you to be Tsahìk” You shake your head at his words, trying to look away but he kept your head still.

“You think I can be Tsahìk? Someone as broken as me can’t be a leader, Neteyam. I can’t be Tsahìk, I can’t I-“

“I will step down from my position, I will leave with you-“

“No” you shake your head, mugging the boy above you, your hands cupping his face. “My sweet boy, You’ve worked too hard for this. I won’t ruin this for you” You wiped the tears that ran down his cheeks, smiling at him through your sobs. “Your going to be a great Ole’Eyktan”

“It means nothing without you” He didn’t know what to feel, he had been so angry and upset with you, praying to Eywa you’d just give into him, praying you loved him as much as he loved you. “I want to marry you. I want to travel the lands with you, I want you to carry my children, Y/N”

It hurt to hear because you wanted that too, wanting to spend the rest of your life with him, coming home to him every night. You loved him so much you felt nauseous, terrified of how empty you’d feel once you left.

Even without the bond, you two had the strongest force between you, like you couldn’t leave each other even if you tried. He needed you, he needed you to breath.

He leaned his forehead against yours, a shaky breath leaving his mouth, “I want it all with you, no one else” You felt more tears fall from your eyes as you closed them, one hand resting in his hair and the other on his chest, right above his heart. You felt it beat rapidly, his breathing only becoming less stable. “I’m nothing without you, Syulang. My Y/N, it was always you”

You cursed under your breath, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as his thumb brushed your lips, you needed to hold back, you needed to leave now.

But you couldn’t.

“Neteyam” He sighs, pulling his head off of yours to look into your eyes, his vibrant yellows practically glowing from the tree of voices beautiful light. “Kiss me” Your words slipped, watching his ears fall as his stomach dropped.

“If I kiss you, Promise me you won’t leave” He cups your face, tail wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You were so scared, so terrified to put your love into him, your trust into him more then ever.

You’d never be able to stay away from Neteyam, not even worlds apart could keep you from him. “I promise” At your words, he hooked a finger under your chin and leaned down to your face, lips once again brushing against each other but not fully connecting.

You were the one to finish it, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned up, pulling his head down so his soft lips fully met your own. You could barely hold yourself up, the feeling overwhelming you so much you could cry. You had waited so long for this, so long to show him how much you truly loved him. It felt surreal.

The kiss was soft and delicate. Neteyam wanted to make it perfect, making sure not to force it onto you even though deep down he wanted to crash his lips against yours just to show you how much he loved you. It felt like sparks had fell between you two, tails wrapping around one another like dogs with your ears propped up.

He felt so alone when you pulled back, opening his starstruck eyes to look into yours. His heart was racing and you found it so cute, watching his lips threaten a smile.

“Did I do good?��� You laugh at his question, nodding your head as you wiped your new tears, his ears instantly falling at you. “What’s wrong? Your still crying…” you shake your head at him, a closed mouth smile appearing across your face.

“I’m just… Oh Eywa” your heart beat out of your chest as you grabbed his hand in yours, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Your heart was so full. “Nga yawne lu oer, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan”

He could no longer hold back after you said those words, practically crashing his lips to yours as his hand held your head against his, slightly afraid he had hurt you, but he couldn’t control himself any longer.

A soft moan escapes your lips, breath tickling his and his ears perked at the sound, pulling you with him to sink to the grass under you. “Y/N” he tries to get your attention as you straddle his lap, hands laid dangerously low on his abdomen. “Y/N, I can’t-“

A whimper leaves his mouth as you move against him, the unfamiliar poke against your core making you gasp. He looks at you embarrassed, like you hadn’t been yearning for his touch, yourself.

“I’m sorry I-it just-“ you cut him off with your lips against his once again, his tail brushing against your leg. You didn’t know where it came from, but your body was suddenly begging for his touch, trying your hardest to find some sort of friction against the boy under you. “Calm down, Pretty girl. I’ve got you”

“Nete…” He can’t help but moan at the sound, his name leaving your mouth being one of the things he’d imagined so much over the past few years. He hummed in response, lips attaching to your neck. “tsaheylu. Please, tsaheylu” He pulls his head up to look at you, eyes searching yours with the big question.

“You know what this means, right?” You nod, reaching back to grab your queue from behind you. His eyes stare lovingly to your queue, bringing his own only a few inches from yours before looking back up at you, your eyes watching him closely. “You’ve been mine forever, you know that?”

“I’ve always known, Ma’Teyam. I’ve Always known” with one last look, you watched as your queues connected, head falling against his as you both let out a shaky breath. You smile at his whimpers, kissing his forehead. He was more vocal then you could’ve imagined but you loved it, praising him for it everytime he got embarrassed.

He lifts you closer to him and you gasp, arms wrapping around his neck. The love shared between you felt so unreal, all those years of hiding it were So, so worth it. “My mate, My fucking mate” He mumbled against you happily, almost fearing this had just been a dream.

His lips attach to your neck with ease, guiding you down to lay on your back against the grass. Your emotions filled his body so easily, your scent becoming ten times stronger then before. “Can i remove this, pretty girl?” He asks, fingers tugging at your new loincloth. “It’s pretty, but it’s blocking my view”

You nod your head with a soft moan, feeling his hand brush your aching clit. He removed your loincloth with care, eyes set on yours as he wasted no time in rubbing your clit, watching your head fall back.

The unexpected stimulation makes you recoil. He leaves a path of kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, you both knew you had been ready when your cunt was nearly dripping from his touch.

"Mhmm" you hummed as he hovered over you, pulling your right leg against his side as he kissed down your now exposed chest, whispering small things under his breath after each one.

"Tell me, baby. What did you plan to do once you left?" He whispered the dark words into your ear, lips brushing against your lobe. "were you gonna find someone better? Find someone who could fill my place?”

"Please, I can't— I need you, Teyam " you beg desperately with short breath, running your fingers through his long hair in attempt to get him away from the topic. You didn’t want to talk about that right now, just wanting to focus on him.

"You didn't answer my question" he reminds you, trailing his breath along your neck, driving you completely mad under his embrace. He smirks to himself, finger ghosting your core to catch your attention.

"Nobody could ever make me feel the way you do, god— please, Nete" your hand found its way back to the back of his neck, pulling him back into a deep kiss and lightly tugging on his hair, earning a small moan from his lips. “Like your hair pulled, huh?”

“Only if it’s you pulling it” You blush as he lays his forehead against yours. All you could hear was the sound of your breath between each other. He looked at you with pure desire, love radiating from the two of you without even saying a word. You could feel his heart, his emotions, his thoughts, but it was nothing compared to the look he gave you.

“May I?” You watch as he moves down, planting kisses along your bare body. You nod breathlessly, propping yourself up onto your elbows so you could watch him move down to your core. “So wet, Baby. Fuck, need to taste you” you reach down, pushing his braids away from his face as he gave you one last look before leaning his head down.

Your head fell back against the grass, a soft moan leaving your mouth. Your eyes rolled back at the new stimulation, gasping as you sat up to look at what had been stretching you so far.

“Is this okay, my love?” He asks, continuing to slip his slender fingers into your dripping core. You nodded, moaning at how deep they had been. You could only imagine what was to come. “So pretty when you moan. The most beautiful girl in the world”

“Oh my god…” you sigh, laying back once his mouth was back on you, tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers dug deeper inside you. “Neteyam… baby”

“Taste so fucking good” He hums against your core, tongue running a line up your slit, cleaning the soaking mess you had made his hand. As if he wasn’t in love enough before, he definitely was now. “Need you to come, pretty girl. I need you, badly”

It only took you a small amount of time until you felt an unfamiliar knot tie in your stomach and you cried, pulling on his braids as he started to speed up his movements against your core, fingertips brushing your cervix like it was nothing and his tongue toying with your clit.

“Right there…mmph! Right there!” You cry for your mate, hand pulling at his freshly done braids as your hips rolled toward him, chasing after that feeling you so obviously needed. “Gonna come… god, already gonna come, Nete”

“Right there? Talk to me, Sweet girl” His words made you moan even more, the sound of his voice only making you more soaked then before. He pushed his fingers all the way into you, watching your face twist in pleasure. He was growing impatient, the tent in his loincloth only becoming bigger by the second.

“Nete…!” You warn but that doesn’t stop his movements, only making him go faster, eating you like you had been his last meal and like his life depended on it. Oh Eywa, he was so in love. “I’m…fuck!” You couldn’t hold your release any longer, practically pulling his hair as you let go, legs threatening to close against him and your back arched off the grass under you. His ears perked at your noises, praying to Eywa he’d make it far enough to finally sink into you.

But you couldn’t wait. You needed him and you needed him now before you went insane. You pushed him back from your body gently, straddling his lap once he sat back up. His eyes were wide but you didn’t care, working to remove his loincloth as fast as you could.

“Mawey, Sweet girl. We have all night” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your soft lips. “I want to take my time, need to feel every part of you” he pulls your closer to him, lips reattaching to your neck as you grind against his painfully hard cock, so sure you could come again just off of that.

"Take me, Nete " you begged him, hands running through his dark hair. Your slit is dripping, practically inviting him to use you but he refused, making sure to touch every part of you before he took you—before claiming you as his forever. “Your driving me insane” His breath catches inside his throat as you take his length in your small hand, thumb running over the tip that oozed of pre. He was so adorable under your touch, completely submitting to you everytime you touched him. “Poor baby, He’s begging you, Tey” You hum, placing a few kisses along his shoulder he he continued to curse under his breath, begging you to let up.

“Damnit, Y/N. You don’t know when to stop do you?” You smirk, bringing your thumb to your lips making sure he was watching as you took it into your mouth, swirling the pre around your tongue. “I can’t fucking do this anymore” he crashed your lips together in an instant, nails digging into your sides as he pulled you closer against him. He originally wanted this sweet and passionate, but he couldn’t hold back much longer, he needed you now.

“Your so beautiful, you know that?” He mumbles against your lips, lifting you up to hover above him, just inches away from his length threatening to enter you. He gives you one last look but you just crash your lips back into his, slowly sinking to your knees against his lap.

"Neteyam..." The sensation was overwhelming and your nails dug into the back of his neck, shaky breaths exchanging between the two of you as he filled you. It hurt but you could take it, the bond only making it so much harder for you to keep quiet. “S’big… so fucking big” You whine, stopping only when half of him was buried inside you, his hand rubbing the small of your back as he placed kissed on your shoulder.

"I know, Pretty girl" he mumbles against your neck, dragging his tongue along the sweet spot under your ear and pulling you closer against him. “You got it, Baby. Nice and slow” You moan at his coaching words, his hands holding you in place until you were ready for more, guiding you down onto him. “That’s it… Taking me so well”

“Too much, Teyam. Too much…” You cry and he shushes you, reaching between you to find your clit. He whispered some of the dirtiest things to you as he rubbed circles against your bud, slowly losing himself as he felt you take more of him. You felt so full, so loved—you couldn’t believe this was real.

“Shit” You both curse in unison as your skin collides, his cock buried deep inside you while your legs shook, leaning your forehead against his. “Am I hurting you?” His thumb rubs your thigh gently and you take a deep breath before shaking your head, closing your big eyes at the feeling. “It's hurting you. I can-"

"No!" You stopped the boy, cupping his face in your hands. "It just takes a second to get used to, I’m okay” you give him a nod and he sighs. “Your so fucking tight, Y/N. Feels so good and I haven’t even moved yet.

The boys patience is running out and he suddenly can’t hold on anymore, wrapping your legs around his waist before leaning you back against the grass so he could hover over you. The pressure was much less now. “It’ll feel so much better like this, My love. Just relax, let me take care of you”

Your eyes roll back as he begins to move at a slow pace, lips attached to your neck hungrily and you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his back, so rough you were sure you drew blood. Your mind was scattered. Trying your best to find the words, or even the look to give the man above you—but it was nearly impossible. His words, His feral rhythm, his gentle hands against your skin— all of it made your eyes flutter shut.

“Teyam, Ma’Teyam” you repeat against his ear and he grunts, pulling your leg against his side to allow himself more access. It felt good, maybe a little too good now. “Oh my god…” he pulled his face up to look at your twisted expression, met with your eyes squeezed shut under him in pure bliss.

"Look at me. I want you to look at me" His thumb brushed your bottom lip as you opened your eyes, trying your hardest not to lose yourself under his grasp. You finally looked back into his eyes, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as he found a pace. It was cloud nine to say the least—the lust, the passion, the need for each other. “Oel ngati kameie, Ma’Tìyawn” you whine at his words, pulling his face down to yours to press a passionate kiss against his lips. You saw him, you finally saw him.

It didn’t take much longer for you to get used to him and for his pace to increase, and you soon found yourself clinging to him for support—both of your moans filling the quiet forest around you. His tip kissed your cervix over and over, a mixture of moans, cries, and gasps leaving your lips as you took him, still begging him for more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this” He admits against your ear, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder. “Legs shaking and all, such a good girl for me” You moan loudly at his words, clenching around him as you pulled him closer to you. He knew what that nick name did to you, and he used it to his advantage. “So lucky we’re away from everyone because if they could hear you now” He laughs at his own words, completely rutting into you like an animal in heat.

“Gonna come, Nete… I can’t hold it” You whine as he continues to speak, only picking up his pace hitting your spot deeper and deeper by the second.

“Where do you need me, My love. Where do you want it?” You could tell by his sloppy strokes and breathless voice that he had been close, chasing after his high slowly but surely to give you time to react. “Wanna come inside. Paint your walls nice and pretty”

You hum at the idea, holding his face in your hands as he continued to stroke you. It was too much, you were going to release if he didn’t slow down. “Take what you want, Ma’Teyam. I’m yours, only yours!”

He pulled you back up into his lap to straddle him once again, except this time he had been doing most of the work, guiding your hips up and down. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you couldn’t help but clench around him, his breathing growing severely heavy at the feeling.

“Feels so good. You need it, don’t you? Need me to come inside you, Sweet girl?” You cry and nod your head, hands getting lost in his braids as you felt your orgasm approaching fast, bouncing on his lap harder then before. “S-shit!”

“Want it so bad, baby. Give it to me! Right behind you, my love. Give me everything, all of it!” With one last stroke, he pushed you down harshly onto his lap, the tip of his cock pressing your cervix before he released his thick white seed against your gummy walls, painting them nice and pretty just like he promised. The two of you let out a long lasting, tattooing moan as you fell into each other, chests heaving harshly against one another.

“Holy shit” Neteyam sat dumbfounded, still trying to convince himself this was real. But it was, you were you and he was him, laying against each other with your queues still attached. All those years of waiting, all those arguments with himself over you, it had all been worth it. “You okay, Pretty girl?” You nod against his chest, exhausted to say the very least.

“Carry me home, Nete” He chuckles, chest vibrating against your body as he stroked a hand through your hair.

“Can’t go home like this, My love” He pulls out of you, watching the mess he created slowly expose itself. You whine but he shushes you, gently laying you back onto the grass, pulling you against his chest so you could get warmer. The two of you stare at the tree above you, a smile almost instantly spreading across your face. “Eywa has heard us, huh?”

You move your head against his chest, looking up into his big yellow eyes full of love. “Ma’Teyam” your finger traces his jawline, watching his face soften at the sight of you. His beautiful mate—his everything. “Eywa has always heard us”

You spent the rest of the night sleeping in each others arms, not a care in the world of what happened at that party, because you had him. You had your Neteyam, and you couldn’t thank him enough for following you into the forest that night.

I feel like this is super bad because I kept rushing some parts due to tumblr’s TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES LOGGING ME OUT 💔 sooooo I kind of gave up toward the end…. But if this isn’t good I’ll probably rewrite it. Here’s this for now though 🫶🏼

Taglist: @n3t3y4msm4t3 @abbersreads @neteyamoa @zatarias-pandora @dead-28

[carrlyn-stan]

13 going on 13...

Pairing|| Luke x Hades!Daughter!OC

Summary|| Holly recalls the story of how she met Luke. Less than a week after Holly turned thirteen, she was sent to go and act as almost a satyr for a boy coming to Camp Half Blood.

Word Count|| 803

Warnings|| Kissing, heavy makeout scene

Tags|| Request to be tagged! @repostingmyfavs

A/N|| None of the stargazing pictures work

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~Five Years ago~

"I don't want to go, D!" Holly groaned, leaning back in her chair. Holly crossed her arms.

"Come on Holls, you can do it, I know you can," Mr. D looked at the younger girl. She brought her bottom lip over her top, a slight quiver in her lip.

"What if I fail? I'm just thirteen," Holly asked. She knew better than to believe that she could fail.

"I believe in you, Holly," Mr. D told his favourite camper, "I know you can do it," he repeated.

~Present Day~

Holly walked around the cabin area. She held her hands behind her back, she had a grin plastered from ear to ear. She listened to the sound of her heels click. There were less than three weeks till her birthday.

"Why hello, Pretty Girl!" Luke grinned into Holly's ear. "What's got you smiling so wide?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm just happy," Holly giggled. She brought her hands in front of her.

"You, Holly, happy? You're the daughter of Hades, you're never happy!" Luke took his head off the girls shoulder.

"Fine, tonight's a full moon, and well, you know what the camp does on full moons."

"Perfect night for stargazing," Luke looked down at Holly.

"Yeah! So, I was wondering if you- maybe if you wanted- we could, you know," Holly blushed, her face turning into a walking tomato.

"Do what? I don't know what you want to do?" Luke laughed.

"Well, maybe, after the bonfire, when the older councillors stay out to stargaze, maybe you'd like to join me on the grassy hill by the beach?" Holly murmured, she rubbed her thumb nail with her other thumb.

"Meet you on the hill by the beach? Alone? Out of sight?" Luke questioned. "I'd think I'd love too."

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Holly holds onto Mr. D's hand as they appear outside of a state park in Pennsylvania. She gripped onto his hand as tight as she could. This was the first ever 'quest' she was being sent on. For her, thirteen was the age that Chiron decided was best for Holly to begin training.

"I don't want to go, what if the kid's a dick?" Holly asked. Mr. D let out a stifled laugh.

"Then you'll come home, the gods are always watching you, making sure you don't die. If you were to die or get hurt, well than your dad will release all hell and start a war," Mr. D looked at the girl.

"We don't kill kids, that's a rule, unless the kid's a dick," Mr. D continued. "If he tries to hurt you, or be a dick, then you can kill him, okay?"

"I guess," Holly let go of her caretakers hand. Mr. D knelt down and hugged Holly.

"I love you, alright Holls? I'll make sure your safe, every step of the way," Holly hugged Mr. D back, she hugged him like she was going to lose him.

"I love you, too, Dee Dee," Holly let go of the god. Mr. D let go of the girl as well. He watched carefully as Holly walked down and into the forested area. He felt a pang in his heart, watching his little girl go on her first mission.

~~~~~~~~~~

Holly held a warmer sweater closer to her body. She was listening to the last few songs of campfire before the stargazing. Luke stared at Holly from across the fire. He smiled at the way her hair was illuminated by fire.

Luke thought about every little detail of her illuminated by the fire. Something slipped into his mind, he thought of every little detail of her, illuminated by the fire, but undressed. The soft hues of her body- no, he couldn't, not around the kids.

~~~~~~~~~~

Luke sat around a fire. The forest sounded empty, the sound of monsters possibly lurking in the dark only threatened his fears.

He held the hilt of his sword tightly in both hands. His head darted up toward the sound of crouching leaves. He stood and readied his stance. He drew his sword up toward the sound. Out of the thicket of bushes came a young girl.

Luke kept his sword drawn. The area Luke set the fire in was on a bit of a slope. As the girl tried to join him, she fell to her butt. A small sniffle joined the eerie silence of the night.

Luke lowered his sword, he hadn't heard a fury of a monster with the same small sniffle.

"I wanna go home," the girl muttered. She pulled her hand up to her eyes and rubbed a finger under her glasses. The girl stood and looked at the back of her pants. "Ughhh!" she cried a little.

This girl looked as though she was not having a day.

"Hey, you alright?" Luke asked the girl. She looked over toward the boy.

"No! I want to go back to my home, back to my dad, back to where there's heat and I'm not freezing!" the girl let out a strained sob.

"Hey, it's alright, come sit by the fire," Luke offered. The girl looked at him, her short black hair framed her face.

"Really?" The girl asked. Luke nodded, the girl walked over to the log Luke had set down. She wiped some of the leaves off the log, and then sat down next to Luke. "My names Holly," she offered.

"My name's Luke, are you?" he asked.

"A demigod?" Holly asked. "Yeah, something like that."

~~~~~~~~~~~

Once Luke had ushered his campers back to the cabin, and left Chris in charge. Holly had stopped by beach a little earlier. She held a sweater close. She watched as the water crashed onto the shore. The cold salty air of the Atlantic ocean soothed Holly.

At some point, she heard the sounds of sticks breaking behind her. She snapped her head to see Luke walking towards her. A smile drew onto her face.

"Why hello, Sunshine!" Luke smiled sitting next to Holly. The grass was dewy this night. Above the ocean, Holly could see the stars as clear as day. She leaned over and onto the Hermes boy's shoulder, she rested her hand on his thigh.

Luke looked over at the girl, she had a small smile on her face. Luke stretched his left arm around Holly's shoulder. He pulled her closer into his body, trying to keep her warmer. She shuddered a little as she lifted her hand to the sky.

"You know, I was always told stories about the stars and constellations," Holly smiled into the boys arms.

"You've told me once or twice," Luke pressed a kiss to the girl's hair.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"That one's called Cassiopeia, she was the mother to that one right there, Andromeda. She was imprisoned in the sky after telling Poesiden that she was prettier than the Nereids," Holly explained, pointing to the sky.

"How do you know that?" Luke asked.

"My dad prepared me for this world by telling me Greek myths, from the ones of the constellations to the ones about gods," Holly smiled.

As the fire died out, Holly fell into a rest. As soon as her eyes closed she was out. Luke looked at the sleeping girl. He only just met her, yet swore he'd do anything to keep her safe, even if it meant dying himself.

~~~~~~~~~~

Holly reached for Luke's hand. She took it, and locked her fingers with his. She stared at the stars.

"You know, that cluster of stars, I like to call it the Lukeus," Holly looked up at Luke.

"Why?" he quickly pecked Holly's lips.

"Because everyone I love deserves a spot in the sky to be viewed," Holly snuggled her head into Luke's shoulder.

"Really?" Luke stuffed his nose into Holly's hair.

"Yeah, I love you like all my other myths," Holly smiled. She moved so that she straddled her body over Luke's legs. She slowly leaned in for a kiss.

Luke pulled Holly closer by the nape of her neck. Carefully hit bit her bottom lip. He moved from lips to jawline down to her neck.

Holly let out a squeal when he sucked on a spot on her neck.

"Princess, you gotta keep it down. All the other councillors are outside," Luke whispered going back to Holly's neck.

"I love you, Luke!" Holly moaned as he on another portion of her neck, "Like really, really love you."

"Glad you do, sweetheart, that means I can do this," Luke flipped Holly over and began kissing her more passionately.

Luke, once more at that moment, swore that the girl he could take all the innocence from, would be the one he protected for his life.

[thankeywa]

Star-crossed | Lo'ak x fem!human!reader pt. 2

Part two of my Lo'ak x reader fic (you can find part 1 here), also posted on @lucozadehulahoop. Trying to post all of my avatar stuff on this account, so follow me on here like the 7 badasses who already have done so! Thank you all so much for the love, this story is ongoing so let me know if you want to be on the tag list. I will be getting to some requests next! Unfortunately, it is exam season for me y'all, but keep the requests coming because writing keeps me sane.

part 3 part 4

Warnings: once again, both Lo'ak and the reader are 20y/o, and there will be eventual mature stuffs, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT with this or anything on my accounts.

words: 1K

summary: reader is a human left behind on pandora, she grew up with the remaining humans who'd been aloud to stay on the planet after the war and has been friends with the Sully clan her entire life. She and Lo'ak were best friends until he began to pull away from her in their teen years for seemingly no reason. This story is about them reconnecting on the day of her twentieth birthday, and dealing with the feelings they have for each other and the obstacles that come with them being from two different worlds.

Translations for this chapter:

Ngaru lu fpom srak? = Are you alright?

Eywa ngahu = (May) Eywa be with you

Y/n stepped outside the bunker and turned around the corner. Lo'ak was there, after all, hastily trying to get up and off his ass before she could see him. He cussed, giving himself away, but only managed to get back up on his knees, before freezing in his tracks. He hadn't seen her face to face in so long, he didn't know what to do with himself. Why was it so hard for him to even say a word all of a sudden? Lo'ak felt like he couldn't breathe.

The sunlight had gone, but now the entirety of the forest was a glow with the night, along with the 'freckles' on the Na'vi's skin, making him look like a constellation come to life. Y/n could see it: how much taller Lo'ak had grown since the last time she'd seen him. He'd also filled out his lanky features a little more; she imagined it was due to all of that training Jake and Neytiri put their kids through. "Hey..." she hugged herself, not really dressed for the cold air of the night. "Ngaru lu fpom srak?" She asked in concern, but he simply stared back at her. "Are you hurt? Is something out there...?"

"I'm fine." Lo'ak managed finally, and y/n looked away.

That was all he had to say to her after all those years?

All of a sudden, Y/n felt stupid and naive. Who was to say he'd come to see her on purpose? It had just been her own wishful thinking playing tricks on her. With how much of a clutz she remembered Lo'ak being, he'd most likely just fallen out of a tree by accident. She'd just wanted to check he wasn't in any immediate danger.

"Well." She quipped. "If there's nothing I can do for you, Eywa ngahu." Y/n bid him goodnight, and Lo'ak had to bite his tongue to stop himself from calling out to her. He'd made the mess they were in, and now y/n probably thought he'd shown up just to mess with her head. Eywa knew, he hadn't meant for y/n to see him. He'd just wanted to get a glimpse of her, tired of hearing his family constantly talking about her with him no longer being a part of her life.

By his own fault, nobody else's, as Neteyam had said.

But no, it wasn't just that. What did his brother know? What did any of them understand of the pain he was in? He was in love with a human. With his best friend. Someone who could never want back him the same way he did. Someone so infuriatingly understanding and accepting of him, she'd just talked to him with the same kindness and patience in her eyes as she'd done since they'd been kids together. As if he hadn't thrown it all back in her face. As if the past four years had never happened.

Why couldn't she just hate him?

"You know what—" He started, but was immediately cut off.

The second y/n was a about to turn away and walk the other direction, a blood curling growl was heard from the not so far away distance, and she immediately reached out for Lo'ak, who was about to run his mouth as always. Too distracted with what was going on in his own head to see the danger around him. He'd knelt down to her level, which made shutting his mouth a lot easier.

Y/n hadn't even thought about the fact that she'd basically pinned the Na'vi against the outside wall of her home, as if she could shield him from whatever hell was out there, until she could feel his laboured breath against her skin.

Something was moving out there, and that was all she could think about.

"I-N-S-I-D-E." She signed across the plane of his chest. "N-O-W." y/n looked into Lo'ak's yellow eyes to see if he'd understood that they would have to reasume talking another time.

She leaned against his side, guiding them slowly through the dark, when suddenly the damn fool decided to hoist her up and start running. It didn't fail to alert the Thanator that had been out prowling nearby for a midnight snack. Y/n dug her nails into Lo'ak's skin, probably drawing blood, and struggled to keep quiet as they got through the door. She yanked the Na'vi inside with her, not trusting Lo'ak not to do something stupid like stand outside and fight the apex predator of the forests of Pandora.

"Shit, shit, shit‐"

"Shut. Up." They snapped at each other in the dark in hushed tones.

She put out all the lights and they both lay down on the floor, holding onto each other as they listened to the beast's heavy paws prowl the grounds just outside her door, along with the slight snarl it made every time it exhaled. Lo'ak held her close, maybe a little too tight, while his other hand went to his dagger.

If the Thanator did decide it was going to attack the bunker until it got through, Lo'ak was going to throw himself at it with everything he had. He wanted to say everything he hadn't told y/n up until that point, realizing how cruel it would be for either one of them to die thinking their once best friend hated them. Y/n saw the Thanator's shadow on her kitchen floor as it passed by the window, and closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against Lo'ak's shoulder.

"Eywa, please, not him. He is he one of your people... I'll do anything. Please..." She chanted, mustering up her best Na'vi as tears began to stream down her face.

Y/n couldn't believe it. She actually was praying. Not that she didn't believe Eywa was a very real goddess. Y/n simply didn't think humans had the right to ask anything of the Mother of Pandora. Yet she meant it, wholeheartedly. She would have repaid any debt in exchange for Lo'ak safety, knowing full well that the words that were leaving her mouth were not to be taken lightly.

And Lo'ak knew it too.

He was the one to muffle her ramblings this time, covering her mouth with his overly large hand, eyes wide with fear, and his ears now pointed backward. Y/n had just vouched for his life to be saved at any price.

What have you done?

Lo'ak wanted to scream at her, and he knew she could see it in his eyes. Y/n didn't care.

Her prayers had just been answered and the Thanator was gone.

tag list for the people who asked for part 2: @aleromania, @ghostjoohoney

[tamaiory]

"Like this jewel, may my son's eyes never cloud with sadness"

—EPISODE 7 SPOILERS—

(I don't think the fanart itself counts as a spoiler, since it's a headcanon, but said headcanon is based off events form episode 7 so please be careful if you are not up to date with the story)

I really like the headcanon (and theory, in a way) of Silver being the prince of a kingdom that was once an enemy of Briar Valley. Maybe something like Lilia himself being involved in Silver's biological parents' d*aths. You see, it seems that the relationship between humans and fae is still complicated, given Sebek's thoughts and what he tells about his mother's family still not approving the marriage between a human and a fae, so the fact there was a war not so long ago is not that impossible.

Lilia states he found Silver in the forest and then took care of him, but he may not be saying the whole truth. Yes, he may have found Silver in the forest, but why was a human baby there in the first place? More so in a forest of a fae kingdom. I don't think Lilia k*lled Silver's parents and then took the baby with him out of guilt, but maybe someone put Silver in the forest in hopes of (at least) a human soldier from Silver's kingdom finding and taking care of him, all of this in the middle of a war in which (most likely) Lilia participated (given it IS canon that Lilia was a war general).

In episode 7, when Silver finds the ring, he says it looks like something someone from royalty would have, and then Lilia explains it belongs to Silver. Also, Silver's character description states that he has a "princely aura" and some characters even comment the same. Most probably Silver is a prince, but we can't know if his kingdom has fallen or if it was an enemy of Briar Valley.

In any case, following the headcanon/theory, if Silver finds out about the truth he would be completely devastated (my poor child 😭). Imagine finding out your adoptive father was almost directly involved in your biological parents' d*ath and ALSO you're the prince of a kingdom DESTROYED by the country you grew up in and it's last hope to re-emerge. And that would make him (technically) get in another war against Malleus, Sebek and (if he's not d*ad lol) Lilia.

Then he has two (2) options:

1) Sacrificing his feelings and taking the responsibility of assuming the throne of his kingdom, to help the people left there, making him an enemy of Briar Valley, as much as it hurts him (the drawing at the beginning of the post).

2) Reject the throne to fight by Malleus' side, fulfilling the duty he was trained for alongside Sebek, protecting his friends and family, although he knows there's many people who need him in his kingdom.

I honestly can see him in both situations. See, he is described more as a hero but he still is a student in NRC. We've seen Kalim and Rook (both of them also have light magic and aren't based off villains) have questionable attitudes sometimes, and we will probably see Silver doing the same too.

We can also have a happy ending for everyone: Silver takes the throne but he manages to make a peace treaty between his kingdom and Briar Valley, and now both kingdoms are allies and everyone lives happily ever after. Which is probable since this is, after all, a Disney game. But I want angst so I drew the first route ✌🏻

—End of spoilers here—

I finished this almost a month ago, but I've been waiting to post it closer to Silver's birthday in case I didn't have anything else finished. It's been a while since I've posted something, and I couldn't make anything for many birthdays because of personal matters, but I found the inspiration to draw again and now I'm working on some stuff. Hopefully I'll finish what I'm working on right now for Silver's birthday, since he is one of my favorite characters.

[saturnsorbits]

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Bakugo

➤ Retweet by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Spectrophilia by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Adoration by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Vindication by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Knockout by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ One of them will Destroy the Other (ft. Dabi) by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Dirty by @/kingkatsuki.

➤ Toy Box by @/mindninjax, ➤ Water Under the Bridge by @/mindninjax, ➤ What Once was Mine (ft. Kirishima) by @/mindninjax, ➤ Is Mine Forever (ft. Kirishima) by @/kweenkatsuki, ➤ Like Real People Do (ft. Todoroki) @/mindninjax, ➤ Heaven on Earth by @/mindninjax, ➤ To Shape a Home by @/mindninjax, ➤ Wet Dreamz by @/kweenkatsuki, ➤ Through the Eyes of a Child (ft. Midoriya) by @/kweenkatsuki.

➤ Birthday Blues by @/katsukikitten, ➤ 'Track Three' by @/katsukikitten, ➤ Forgotten by @/katsukikitten, ➤ Drugs and Dior by @/katsukikitten.

➤ Dead Salvation by @/littlesponge-fics, ➤ The Boy Next Door by @/littlesponge-fics, ➤ Glitter and Glowsticks by @/littlesponge-fics, ➤ If it's not One Thing, It's Your Mother by @/littlesponge-fics.

➤ A Room Unused by @/bakugotrashpanda, ➤ Demons by @/bakugotrashpanda, ➤ Dancing on my Own by @/bakugotrashpanda, ➤ Two Truths and a Lie by @/bakugotrashpanda.

➤ Rocky Mountain High by @/spellboundspectre, ➤ Three Nights by @/alwayskatsuki, ➤ Atmospheric by @/strafepanzer, ➤ With the Skies as my Witness I Take Off by @/savory-script.

Kirishima

➤ Wrath of the Mountain God by @/katsukikitten, ➤ Alone by @/bakumu, ➤ Meet Me in the Afterglow by @/some-kingofgnome, ➤ Royalty AU Snippet by @/willowser, ➤ Locked-Up by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Gone to Hell (ft. Bakugo) by @/megsngrits, ➤ Beyond Tonight (Kiribaku) by @/unbreakablekiribaku.

Kaminari

➤ Finish Line by @/whats-her-quirk, ➤ 48 Hours by @/bakugotrashpanda, ➤ Munchies by @/katanaski, ➤ Affection by @/itsruiblue, ➤ Daisy Chains by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Everything I Ever Wanted by @/kingexpl0sionmurder, ➤ Straight Shooter by @/whats-her-quirk, ➤ Warmth by @/afterxcare.

Other Characters

➤ Its the Damn Season (Todoroki) by @/mindninjax, ➤ If I Could Keep Cool (Todoroki) by @/andypantsx3.

➤ A Force of Nature (Sir Nighteye + Todoroki) by @/titan-fodder.

➤ Finish Line (Bakugo + Sero) by @/kweenkatsuki), ➤ Pick your Phone Up (Sero) by @/prettyboykatsuki.

➤ Assigned Love (Hawks) by @/bakugotrashpanda, ➤ I can Hear my Ex Calling (Hawks) by @/nohoney,

➤ Vengence (Awase) by @/kingkatsuki,

➤ In the Forest of Hidden Things (Iida) by @/forcefully-awoken, ➤ With or Without my Best Intentions (Iida) by @/whats-her-quirk.

➤ Smiles in the Rain (Midoriya) by @/miss-nebula.

➤ Eat your Heart Out (Shinso) by @/prettyboykatsuki.

➤ So My Darling (Rody) by @/itsruiblue.

➤ Restoration and 18th Century Lit (Shigaraki) by @/get-shiggy-with-it.

➤ Look at Me (Dabi) by @/touyasdoll.

➤ As it Was (Aizawa) by @/karikarasuno.

➤ Frostbite (Natsuo) by @/trafalgar-temptress.

➤ The Mask (Levi) by @/mindninjax, ➤ Take Solace in the Night (Levi) by @/mindninjax,

➤ Mine (Armin) by @/eripeachy.

➤ Pyroclastic (Miche) by @/titan-fodder, ➤ Back to Baseline (Miche) by @/titanfodder.

➤ The Tiniest Notion (Reiner) @/titan-fodder.

➤ Death Dance (Marco) by @/whats-her-quirk, ➤ Petrichor (Marco) by @/whats-her-quirk.

➤ Cresendo (Erwin) by @/prettyiwa.

➤ Lessons in Love (Moblit) by @/ghostparty.

➤ Where the Fire Should Have Been (Rengoku) by @/lou-stuck.

➤ Six Signs (Sanemi) @/angelic-guardienne.

➤ Something About Us (Tomura x Gyuutaro) by @/kinjuustu.

➤ If Love Was Ours (Kunimi) by @/Iwaasfairy.

➤ 10 Months (Hanamkai x Matsukawa) by @/mintmatcha.

➤ Lament (Hanakaki x F!Reader + Oikawa x F!Reader) by @/mintmatcha.

➤ Play Ground (Fukunaga) by @/mintmatcha.

➤ Tipsy Sway (Hinata) by @/saetryn9, ➤ Lie to Me (Hinata) by @/karasuqueen.

➤ Bite the Pillow (Goshiki) by @/delireum.

➤ 'Till We're Home Again (Osamu) by @/some-kindofgnome.

➤ Home for the Holidays (Sugawara) by @/pazumane.

➤ Invisible (Bokuto) by @/zzzennin.

➤ A Little Incentive (Daichi ft. Karasuno) by @/mindninjax.

➤ My Divine (Kuroo) by @/prettyboykatsuki.

➤ Solar Noon (Nishinoya) by @/tsumoo.

➤ Novelty (Tendou) by @/oh-katsuki.

➤ Still Stuck on You (Iwaizumi) by @tuki-tetsuya.

➤ I Wanna Lick the Wrapper (Ushijima) by @/strafepanzer.

➤ Death Becomes Her (Yuji) by @/mindninjax.

➤ Scarcity (Sukuna) by @/kweenkatsuki.

➤ God Must be Doing Cocaine (Megumi) by @/mindninjax, ➤ Boy, Interrupted (Megumi) by @/some-kindofgnome.

➤ Nights Without You (Nanami) by @/devilstempt.

➤ Under His Skin (Geto) by @/ohhoney.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hey 👋 Of you are in the mood for some headcanons, how about the sdv villagers reacting to a farmer that's constantly with at least 3 Junimos? The idea came to me after seeing the Easter egg in the menu. Maybe the Farmer telling them that the Junimos were the ones who fixed the community center and everything else? Thank you! Have a nice day! :D

Heya 👋 sorry for a long reply. Hope you like it and thanka fo asking ❤️

This post is long, be aware:

The trip to visit Mullner was unusual at the very least in that Junimos stealthily got into Farmer's backpack himself. All Farmer wanted to do was wish Alex a happy birthday, but the confused athlete doesn't understand why apples are rolling from his room into the living room. No loud surprised voice in the living room either, as George didn't even pay attention to Junimos, engrossed in watching his TV program. And only Grandma Evelyn almost dropped the bag of flour in the kitchen, whispering to herself, "So Farmer's Grandpa was telling her the truth..." She'd thought her childhood friend was joking about these tales, but now... Oh, dear.

Elliott saw some apples fall from the Farmer's basket, which they were holding in their hands, and he kindly wanted to offer to help the Farmer pick them up. But no sooner had the red-haired writer opened his mouth than he saw those very apples Rolling toward the forest. And if there was a slope, he would understand, but this? "Oh, that's Junimos." Pardon, who?

"Heh, funny creatures" If the Farmer thinks that after meeting with merpeople, mermaids, and giant sea monsters that almost destroyed Willy's boat and himself, he will be surprised by the harmless and cheerful forest creatures, then think again. For old sailor it's another story that you can tell the youth!

Pierre was unable to utter anything when he was buying whole cases of apples from the Farmer to resell, and from one case 5 apples with blinking eyes rolled out and disappeared from the store. Well, at least he didn't need to pay for those apples. What?

Caroline show a more emotional reaction than her husband, when she saw Junimo. What are these magical creatures? Magic? Was she supposed to go to him again to find out if these creatures were dangerous or not? To whom? Ah nothing, it doesn't matter.

Wow! What smooth movements these robots have! They look like normal cute toys. M? Not toys? Don't say that, Maru recognizes a well-made robot everywhere. What interesting models, she already wants to ask who designed them, and- ?????? Did she get it right, they disappeared? "Told ya they weren't robots." Maru was speechless.

In the carpentry shop, coughing and smoke is everywhere. Of course there is! Robin is once again berating Demetrius for almost burning down the lab again because of her beloved husband's experiments. It's all smoke and smells like burning! What if Sabby and Maru were in danger of suffocating? She told them to be careful! Oh, hey Farmer, now's not a good tim- are those apples with eyes on their shoulders?... Yep, looks like they've both had smoke inhalation, so the first hallucinations are showing up. Ok, everybody outside, now!

Like a noble dog, which courageously endures loud and pulling the tail capricious children, Marlon stands and also endures "children" in the form of forest spirits, who jump on his head, pull his cloak or play around him. And he will look at the Farmer judgmentally with that look of "go and quiet your children". Marlon has seen a lot of monsters and wonders in his life, so he's not too surprised by Junimos.

Gil is not bothered by apple-like spirits, because like his one-eyed friend, he has seen a lot. So he will go on sleeping, ignoring the noise and clamor. Seriously, even if a storm formed within the Guild, Gil wouldn't be woken up by it.

Well, Rasmodius is glad that the Farmer was able to forge such a strong connection with the forest spirits (even better than himself, unbelievable). He is still studying Junimo, so the wizard can ask the Farmer to bring the spirits here so he can ask Junimos some questions (better than forcibly teleport them to his tower).

Yeah yeah, of course... The tiny magic people did it all. And the next day, they'll clean up Pam's trailer and leave her a full can of cold beer. Kiddo, the hell are you telling her this crap? What, you think she was born yesterday to believe in these stupid fairy tales?

Nothing unusual, just Kent coming home with Jodi after grocery shopping at Pierre's. Nothing unusual, just a Farmer walking towards them who greeted them in a friendly manner. Nothing unusual, just 5 strange apples with eyes, arms and legs following the Farmer in formation. Nothing unusual... Even the fact that Jodi fainted and now Kent is bringing his dearest wife to her senses, he is no longer surprised by anything. Just 🗿 face.

Oh, what's that? The Farmer has something to show her? Okay, Penny will take her mind off the book for a minute. Is that an apple? For her? Thank you so much Farmer ❤️ They're so kind to the young teacher, she just got hungry and... Wait, why are there eyes glued on the apple?... They're blinked!? *Gasp!* Well done Farmer, the poor teacher is now lying passed out on the grass.

Harvey.exe stopped working. When Farmer told him about Junimo, the doctor first thought that Farmer had a sunstroke and was about to give them first aid. But when the apple-like creatures came out of Farmer's backpack and began to study Harvey with curiosity, the stroke had already hit him. Where are his sedatives?

It seems that Shane had gotten so used to Farmer's oddities all along that he wasn't confused at all about them squatting outside Marnie's Ranch and talking to.... apples. It's just another Tuesday for him now.

No one believed Jas and Vincent when they told the adults that they had seen the Farmer in company with moving magic apples. They, like little detectives, will now follow the unusual Farmer until they learn their secret (or until kid's parents call them home because it's dinner time!).

But the one who gets to investigate late into the night is Abigail, who believed the kids' stories and took Sam and Sebastian along as partners on a scouting mission. What will be their surprise when they follow the Farmer to the woods and see small creatures emerge from the thick foliage of a bush. Gnomes, dwarfs? What are they? Abigail will scare the Junimos away with her excitement and they will hide in the same bush. The Farmer, too, almost dies of fright and will want to climb into the bush themselves, but Abby, Sam and Sebby won't let them. Now begins the interrogation and initiation of the famous A.S.S. trio into the secrets of the no less famous Farmer.

Lewis was sincerely grateful that the Farmer, the hero of Stardew Valley, was able to restore the Community Center and return Pelican Town to its former glory. But he still doesn't understand why the Farmer doesn't want to say how they were able to restore the center, always hiding behind the fact that "some keepers of the forest helped them." Making up some fairy tales, just like their Grandpa ...

One summer morning, Leah met Farmer when she return from the lake to her home. They were carrying a woven basket of nature's gifts: mushrooms, berries, and... Oh, apples! Leah thought that the fruit of the wild forest apple trees would not ripen until early fall. Can the Farmer tell where they picked the apples? Oh, not apples? Then what are-? Huh, little eyes and little hands... Strange, she thought she was processing mushrooms when she ate them at breakfast, why would she start hallucinating... She'll be shocked when Farmer tells her she's not imagining it. Indeed, the Valley is truly full of secrets.....

Marnie warned the Farmer not to go to that strange tower. She warned, but what do we have now? Farmer with small creatures. She hope they are at least kind???? Maybe Because if they're not kind, and if they hurt Jas, then oh boy, Farmer is screwed.

Clint nearly nailed the poor Junimos with a hammer, mistaking them for rats in his blacksmith's shop. Couldn't you tell they were strange woodland creatures and not rats?! What? No, he's not surprised by the apple-like keepers of the forest, but he won't tolerate rats in his house. Clint isn't afraid of them, he just can't stand rodents.

Ah, dear friend, and in the company of Junimo! That's perfect. Linus was just telling Leo about the various spirits of the worlds, and the conversation turned to the keepers of the forest, Junimos. And now he can even introduce them to Leo. Although, Leo forgot about his mentor's lecture and started playing with Junimo together with the parrots. Linus sighed and decided that his student really needed some break from studying.

"Ewww! Rats!" Haley screamed at the whole house and cowardly climbed onto the sofa, mistaking the frightened Junimos for a horde of rodents. Haley dear, rodents can't be green, red, and apple-shaped. Her sister Emily, to be honest, would rather have rats than...what is this exactly? She, not realizing that what was near the feet of the Farmer, took her sign of Yoba, and said something (drive away evil spirits). Emily, not you too... They are harmless creatures!

Gus's heart almost jumped out of his chest when he took a knife and wanted to cut an apple for dessert in the Saloon, and the apple.... squeaked and rolled across the bar towards the Farmer. So... what do toy expect from Gus? Serve customers, even apple-like customers? What do they eat?

[tinykonig]

Soap x Reader headcannons

like my könig hcs, these are all for an afab reader mostly, and a little self indulgent. hope you guys enjoy, and this gives you an idea to how i will write for my golden boy johnny

nsfw indicated in post!! 💓

This man is the ultimate flirt. Before he even realizes he likes you he is flirty

In fact when he realizes he does like you, the flirting declines a little. Not all the way but he’s a little more timid with it

It takes him a few weeks but after a night out with a little bit of drinking he spills the secret to you about his little crush

Does not expect you to return the feeling, honestly doesn’t expect anything just feels like you should know

He just very bluntly tells you in private, “Hope it hasn’t seemed like I’ve been avoidin’ ya lately. Think I just realized I like ya a little too much,” with a gruff chuckle

Your mouth just kinda hangs open for a few seconds while you process, but he is looking everywhere else, maybe a little anxious that you’re going to feel uncomfortable

You compose yourself and lightly punch his bicep, “I like you too, idiot.”

He’s smiling and looking like the bloody sun for the rest of the night afterwards but doesn’t make any moves towards you. He just chats with you the rest of the night

He is the most patient man when it comes to you. (Other than you is a different story, he literally thinks people who walk too slow are sent from hell to torture him) but he would wait on you forever with no complaints

His favorite thing is when you hold onto his arm when you guys are walking together. Holding hands is fun but you hanging onto his biceps makes him feel like your personal protector (which he totally thinks he is)

Also volunteers to carry you on his back anytime anywhere any circumstances

Smells like the forest and a wood burning stove, you told him once that he smells like home and he thought it was the sweetest thing ever

The best hugger in the world, he wraps his arms around you so tight and sometimes picks you up and swings you around

Definitely has acts of service as one of his love languages (giving). You will write yourself a to do list and then go to the bathroom and by the time you come back he has already finished half of it

Tries to cook for you, with mild success. Is the best at mixed drinks though he will make you the most delectable fruity little drink you will ever experience

Secretly he prefers the fruity drinks to straight liquor but only you know this

Incredibly domestic and sometimes gets upset you guys aren’t living a normal life with a dog and a big house

He does get some killer mood swings and doesn’t really know how to navigate them. Won’t take his anger out on you or anything but he can be short with his words and avoidant

It never lasts too long, and he is always apologetic after

Loves loves loves to tease, absolutely does it in front of everyone (harmlessly) and he thinks its cute when you tease him right back

Such a fan of pet names. Sickly sweet ones are his favorite. Calls you babe or something in front of the guys but in private its dollface or babycakes or honey cupcake and shit like that

Most frequent one is just “lover”

One time Price heard him call you cutie pie gumdrop or something and Price just gave him a look and was like… “Let’s never speak of this again” and Johnny was like “… Fair.”

It’s hard to embarrass him though nothing phases him

He can’t sit still for long amounts of time so watching movies with him is difficult. He makes comments about the movie every 10 seconds but its funny

Makes you laugh at the most inappropriate times

Remembers all important dates like never forgets a birthday or anniversary and always does something thoughtful

Even if its just cleaning your space or buying you your favorite wine and takeout and taking a long bubble bath with you

Also king of massages. Magic hands I’m telling you

Clingy motherfucker, he loves to go out with you and make sure everyone knows that you are his

If anyone ever tried to disrespect you or harm you, he is absolutely liable to maybe killing them. Needs to be talked down and distracted so he doesn’t go to jail

NSFW BELOW THIS POINT

Okay like I said before: TEASE he is the biggest tease. Wants you to be whining and begging

Quite a fan of overstimulation

He likes to be in control, even when you are on top.

He talks soooo much like soo much dirty talk. The absolute filth that comes out of this mans mouth is enough to make you combust

“Practically dying for my cock, is that it? That what you need pretty girl?”

Wants you to drag your nails down his back and arms, goes absolutely feral for it

Sweetly strokes your cheeks when you suck him off, he think you are just so angelic then

Goes for like 5 rounds no joke he has such stamina

And yes, he loves slightly risky quickies where someone could very possibly catch you

This man is a BOOB man. Breast worship is a given everytime

Is not shy about any kinks he has, and he WILL try anything once

Loves to 69. You save that for special occasions like his birthday and boy he goes mad for it

Can tell by a single glance in your eyes if you are turned on and just fucking. smirks at you across the room

[kikyan]

The Hunt is On

Character: Rook Hunt 

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland (TWST) 

Words: 1.9 K

TW/CW: Non-Con/Dub-Con, 18+, NSFW warning! Yandere! Size difference, tummy bulge, blood play/knife play, dacryphillia, slight slut shaming, creampie, breeding, predator/prey dynamic, etc proceed with caution! 

Info: If it sounds OOC, that is my fault! This is a commission that they allowed me to make public and it is Gender Neutral with They/Them pronouns! Enjoy <3!  ALSO THE COMMISSIONER MADE THE BANNER BELOW!!

It is said that the ‘tale tell heart’ was about a man who killed his roommate because he hated his eye. The authorities showed up and while the man was doing his best to draw away suspicion, he heard his heart begin to beat. How could that be if the old fool was dead? Could it have been fear of the horrible fate that awaited him manifesting into an audible form? Or perhaps it was his guilty conscience, beating, telling him to confess? Many speculate the latter. So tell us, [Reader], why is your heart beating so fast?

“Ha-!” 

Pants echoed from within the forest, followed by the sound of twigs snapping and branched breaking. It hadn’t been long since [Reader] managed to hide away from the hunter's eye and slip away into the forest surrounding the Pomefiore dorm's main building. Just moments ago, [Reader] was laughing with some of the dorm members all gathered to congratulate Vil on his birthday. Vil dressed in rather elegant clothing, of course, the birthday boy would not be strutting around in anything less. 

“D-do you mean it?” 

“Of course! Such a joyous occasion means everyone gets to enjoy it!” 

His words, while sugary sweet, were coated with poison. Nodding softly, [Reader] fixed their outfit and was about to head outside until a soft hum halted them in their tracks. 

“No matter where you go and where you are, my eye will always watch my dear [Reader].” 

Chill ran down their spine, but nonetheless, they heeded the warning and made it to the party. Socializing with everyone while only two others knew the truth about their situation. Why [Reader] was currently staying at Pomefiore while Grim stad with Ace and Deuce for a while. After a while, the center of attention was directed at Vil who gave a small speech. The others were all congratulating and cheering, Epel and Rook were making their way to give their own personal speech in honor of their best friend and mentor. 

‘Thump! Thump!’ 

‘Now or never-!’ 

Swiftly making their way across the party, ducking and scampering to avoid being seen by Rook. Once they were a safe distance, they ran. Rook continued his speech like nothing happened, adverting his piercing green eyes to the left. Such beautiful green eyes held such bloodlust widening just a bit as the ends of his pink lips turned to a smile. The hunt was on. 

‘Almost there!’ 

[Reader] was approaching the mirror that led to the mirror room holding all the dorms fast. They just needed to get out and enter the nearest dorm. Find anyone and explain what was really going on. Their heart was pounding, their blood pumping, and their muscles were aching. They were almost there! 

‘Pheww!’

Cold, that's what their ankle felt like. Until it, all came crashing down and a scream erupted from [Readers] lips. They fell to their knees and their hands desperately trailed to their ankle to apply pressure. An arrow had pierced them. 

“Non non, that won’t do. What a pity, you almost did make it.” 

Eye widened in fear, [Reader] turned to look at the man standing right in front of them. Rook Hunt. With a grunt, [Reader] attempted to crawl away from Rook. He merely stood there, gazing at [Reader] and their desire to leave the dorm. When they nearly reached the mirror with their hand, an arrow pierced it. They screamed once more, but the blonde was unwavering. He grabbed their ankle, the one that was hit by the arrow, and began to drag them to him as he crouched on the forest floor. 

“I had fun, but this hunt wasn’t nearly as exciting as the first, don’t you agree, [Reader]?” 

‘SMACK!’ 

[Reader] had used their working leg to kick Rook’s face. As they let their foot fall, Rook caught it. His bangs cast a shadow on his face making his eyes impossible to look at. What expression was he making? Having both legs in his hands, he yanked them closer to him and spread them in the process so that he was right in between them. [Reader] looked up in fear, the grip on both their legs was growing tighter. 

“Heh. . ha. . .Beautiful. . .” 

Beautiful? 

Rook directed his mouth to the wound on their ankle and stuck his tongue out, licking the trail of blood. He stayed around the impact point and dug his tongue into the wound. A shriek echoed through the woods but no doubt their heartbeat was audible as well. It was pounding, more so after seeing the expression that Rook had on his face. His hair framed his face nicely, some stray hairs were stuck to his face. What scared them, was the deep red flushed face with half-lidded eyes, sickening smile, and the blood pouring from his nose. No doubt from when [Reader] kicked him. 

“Beautiful! So beautiful! Even when the prey is corned and there is no way out to escape they still struggle, grasping onto the fleeting chance of survival! How exciting!” 

Rook lunged for their chest and pulled out his hunter knife in the process. 

‘This is it! I’m going to die!’

[Reader] closed their eyes and flinched when they felt his knife dig into their skin. The knife rested underneath their chest and Rook began to drag it down to above their belly button. Cutting their outfit and their skin in the process. Blood began to pool which Rook took as an invitation to stick his tongue out and drag it across the cut. His saliva stung [Reader] but for some reason, it was turning them on. Their fear was turning them on! 

Rook chuckled, he could tell. Their hole was getting wetter and a slight heat was growing. Rook’s tongue was getting down farther, he began to undo their bottoms and undergarments. 

“W-Wait Rook-!” 

“I can smell it. You’re aroused. . . You want this [Reader].” 

“N-No-!” 

Rook began to touch and tease their clothed sex, face leaning in and inhaling their scent. A sigh of relief left his mouth, darting his tongue out and licking their undergarments. The thin material becomes wet, he chuckles when he hears a soft gasp escaping from their lips. After a few experimental licks, Rook pulls down their undergarment to expose their genitals. Diving straight into it, his tongue begins to stimulate and play around with their sensitive bits. Rolling it over his tongue and lightly sucking on it, drawing out moans and gasps from their mouth. His hands spread their legs for easier access, his right hand going to push in a finger. 

“R-Roo-k! Ngh! S-Stop please!” 

“How can I when my prey is right in front of me, beauty radiating from them? I simply can’t control myself!” 

His fingers skillfully pumped in and out of their hole, squelching sounds spread throughout the forest from their over-lubricated hole. Rook was enjoying this but not as much as [Reader], while one of their hands was limp and resting from the arrow, the other was clawing at the ground, debating if they wanted Rook closer to them or if they wanted him away. Their right leg had also gone limp but Rook had no issue holding it. His hands gripping onto their thighs and he stopped when he noticed a particular taste. Blood trailed from the cut he made. That when Rook got an idea, pushing on their stomach blood began to trail down to their lower stomach and onto their sex, letting Rook taste more of their sweet blood and juices. A cry of pain left their mouth, Rook was applying too much pressure that was quickly replaced with pleasure the moment he stuck his tongue back in. Eating out like a starved man, his fingers pumping while his tongue sucked on their sensitive bits. He got impatient and switched his hands with his mouth, his tongue fucking them while his fingers stimulated their sensitive bits. 

“A-Ah! F-Fuck, Rook! T-there!?” 

Their legs were getting stiffer and began to shake, Rook held them down. Their stomach was getting tight and full. 

“ C-coming!” 

“Come then.” 

[Reader] came and their juices landed on Rook’s tongue, blood mixing in. [Reader] was exhausted, their body growing weaker. Rook got up from the forest floor but his hold on their leg never loosened. Rook skillfully loosened his belt and his pants, pulling out his dick from his pants. It was long and girthy but nothing new for [Reader] as they had already fucked before. 

“W-wait Rook. . .s-sorry, I’m s-sorry-” 

“Even now you struggle, simply beautiful! I’m afraid words alone won't get you out of this, Mon Ami. I thank you for the chase, but I won’t allow this to happen anymore.” 

Rook pumped his dick a bit to prepare himself, rubbing the precum all over before lining up with their hole. 

“R-Rook! I promise! N-Never again, I’ll never leave, promise!” 

“ I know.” 

With a soft and tender smile, [Reader] loosened up a bit thinking they had won him over. Their body was in for a shock when they felt his girthy cock stretch them out. A whine left their mouth as they try to relax. Normally Rook would wait and let them adjust, but disobedient brats don’t deserve it. Rook wasted no time in thrusting. The sound of skin slapping on skin, his balls hitting their ass. [Reader] used their good arm to wrap around Rook’s neck. 

“Even after all the insults, you still hold onto me.” 

“N-No choice!” 

“You c-certainly don’t m-mean that-ah!” 

Rook wasn’t one to hold or quiet his moans. He let them fall freely. [Readers] moans were getting louder and more frequent and it only increased when Rook spread their legs and pushed them to their chest gaining more access to their hole. His cock was stimulating both their g-spot and cervix. 

“Ah! Ngh! F-Fuck, R-Rook!?” 

Rook’s hand went to their neck and slowly began squeezing, restricting airflow. Tears began to pool in their eyes, Rook wasn’t usually this bold. 

“W-what were you going to do, h-ha if you m-made it out? Were y-you going to f-fuck s-somebody else? H-ha. . .m-maybe Rois de Lions. . .” 

“N-no! R-Rook!?” 

Rook applied more pressure, they couldn’t breathe. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes half-lidded, his thrusts were becoming erratic and sloppy. He could only focus on their tears, and how they turned him on. A visible bulge was present, no doubt from where Rook’s cock was hitting. He released his hold on their neck, 

“R-Rook! F-feels g-good! So m good~!” 

“Come w-with me, Mon Ami~!” 

Rook threw his head back, releasing his cum inside. He made sure to thrust a bit harder, plugging up their hole with his thick creamy cum. [Reader’s] head turned to the side as they came, their cum mixing in with his.  He slumped on top of them, giving them light kisses. He licked their tears away and brushed their sweaty hair away. [Reader] was waiting for him to pull out, they were eager to clean themselves out. 

“R-Rook, c-can you pull out?” 

Instead of a yes or no, he gave a light thrust. 

“I told you, I won’t allow this to happen anymore. I’ll keep you bound to me, you’re always mine, Mon Ami~” 

What did the prey expect when they baited the hunter?