#happy belated birthday to the birthday creature

[babooshkart]

save a horse, ride a man who can inspire homicidal tendencies simply by breathing

some capri cowboys for my sweet @nv-md 💕 happy birthday, angel 😘🤠

[simpxxstan]

hellaur been thinking of single-girl-dad wonu and reader who've been with him through up and down.. just had a dream of him taking care of a toddler i wanna ask him hand in marriage 😫

it could be spicy or floofy fluff, wanna see ur thoughts on this 💋

thank you for your request!! i hope i haven't made you wait too long T_T i was so soft while writing this, i really really really hope you like it <3 really wanted to post this on 17th july but i'm late (as always) happy belated birthday wonwoo!!! hope you're happy forever <3

this is part of my 550 followers celebration event! find the rest of the content of this event here!

genre: fluff, single dad au, friends to lovers, mutual pining

word count: 4k

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff. mildly suggestive tones if you squint but nothing really. just- girl dad and simp wonu.

wonwoo knows he's probably never going to forget that day of his life. that day he woke up to the sound of the doorbell, and a child crying outside his apartment. that day when his ex-girlfriend dropped the child off at his doorstep after informing him that this is his daughter. that day when he learnt that the girlfriend he broke up with a year ago had actually borne and raised his child without even informing him. until this day, when she'd suddenly been thrust upon him along with the news that his ex was now getting married to someone from a different country and she could not possibly take the child with her.

and wonwoo had just stared at the little creature sitting in his lap, unable to say anything, unable to even form coherent thoughts. in the background, he could faintly hear his ex's voice blabber on as she wound up excuse-after-excuse of how she has to leave to marry some chaebol and how it's been a crazy year and how she's tried to reach him but never ended up doing it because her parents couldn't afford for her to go into the public with the baby and how she hasn't named the child yet because she was too afraid to get attached to the baby.

he sat there on his couch, staring at the little daughter who looked so much like him that even a random stranger would be able to understand she was his child, even as she left, promising that she'd never see him or the child again.

and wonwoo sat like that until you walked in through the door, drained after a nineteen-hour shift, still wearing your scrubs and your hands shaking with exhaustion, but still carrying a box of fried chicken and two bottles of soju.

"who's this?" your voice had broken him out of his trance and he'd looked up after staying frozen in that state for hours.

"my daughter."

wonwoo could see the way your eyes widened under your glasses and your breath speed up in that one second. "is she?"

"yes. rhea dropped her off."

"rhea? like rhea from college?"

"yeah."

you don't say anything else. you just drop the food on the dining table and pick up the child from wonwoo's arms. "she needs to change her diapers. can't you smell it?"

he had stared up at you, still not fully back in reality. "i don't have any."

"well, let's go out and buy some then."

_

and wonwoo hadn't questioned it. he still doesn't question it as you sit at his dining table, feeding his four year daughter soup because she's caught fever after playing in the rain. he didn't question it yesterday when you'd woken up in the middle of the night in feverish delusion and called for eomma. he doesn't question it when you know more about her than he does.

"hey" he says when he walks into the room, his hair still messy from sleeping in. both the girls in his life turn to look at him, identical smiles plastered on your faces, and wave at him. wonwoo doesn't know if it's possible for his heart to feel this full every day and survive even after nearly suffer a heart attack every time he wakes up to this sight, but he doesn't question it.

"there's bread and soup for brunch if you want some." he sits down next to you, your knees almost touching his, and reaches out to pat the cheeks of his daughter who's sitting on your lap. "she's eaten it all like a good girl. so you should do." you softly land his daughter in his lap, and stand up.

"daddy's girl is just perfect, aren't you, baby?" wonwoo hugs her close, worrying about how her tiny body is still warm, but at least there's food in her tummy now.

"she is. i'll leave now, wonwoo."

"sorry for calling you last night. i didn't know what to do when she called for you."

you smile but wonwoo can see how tired your eyes are.

"you did the right thing. call me again if you need me. i'll come around anyway tonight." wonwoo nods.

"bye-bye eunchae-ah! i'll see you later."

when you lean in to kiss eunchae on her cheeks, wonwoo's face right next to his daughter's, he almost feels your kiss on his cheek too. but it doesn't come. it never does. he smiles at his own foolishness, before he waves you goodbye, following his daughter's actions too.

_

he wishes you didn't have to leave every day. he has a bedroom dedicated for you. he has a toothbrush for you. he has an assigned chair on the dining table for you. his daughter calls you eomma in the depths of the night. his mind calls for you whenever he feels out of his depths. his body craves for you every time he sees you.

he wishes you didn't have to leave.

but you're back every time like you promise. you come right back, to take care of him and his daughter. like tonight, wonwoo knows as he sneaks a peek at the elepant clock on the wall.

eunchae's fever is slowly coming back, and wonwoo's given her the syrupy medicine but he knows what she's really craving is cuddles. he holds her close, reading out a storybook to her in a soft voice he reserves for his girls, but he knows he can't sit like this for long. his stream is scheduled at nine-thirty, and he has to be on time because the stakes are high tonight.

the clock strikes nine and wonwoo hears the door unlock. "y/n-ie is home!" eunchae immediately breaks out of her sleepy daze and squeals out, "y/n-ie! come fast! dad's reading the story about the pirates!" "is he?" you open the door and lean against the frame. wonwoo's heart skips a beat as he sees the way your heart shines with love as you look at eunchae, your hair falling all over your face after the long day at work. "but maybe y/n-ie can read it out for princess eunchae? dad will get dinner in the meantime." you step up closer to where the two of them are snuggled up in wonwoo's bed, "i'll read the rest out for you. and maybe i can show you pictures of the new puppy hansol rescued today?" eunchae's eyes light up, all exhaustion from the fever disappearing at the sound of her favourite uncle, hansol, and the puppies he rescues. wonwoo takes that as his cue to leave you with eunchae. when he tries to get up, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed, you lean forward to squeeze his shoulders. "is today the day of the match?" "hmm." "well, good luck then, champ."

wonwoo grins. "i don't need luck. you know that."

_

he doesn't know where the earlier confidence had come from, but it's certainly gone now. he's nearly died three times already and he cannot afford to make any more slips. he knows the money's coming in steady, but it's not half close to the mental target he'd placed for tonight's stream. he has to do better for the money to come up faster so he focuses his entire being on the final round of the match.

and he does not disappoint. he wins fair and square, albeit by the narrow margin. the money rapidly builds in the last few moments of the game, when he shoots down every minion of the opponent, and finally the opponent's main character itself.

when the stream finally ends, and he turns off the computer's video and audio, he can finally take a break. it's three am on the computer's clock, and his eyes burn. the adrenaline pumps through his veins but as soon as his headphones are off, he can feel reality reeling him again.

after a small snack stolen from the fridge and a shower in warm water, he finally makes way to his bedroom. he doesn't expect you to be awake, but he certainly doesn't expect seeing you sleeping soundly in his bed, your legs tangled in his comforter, and his daughter snuggled against your chest, spread across the entire bed as if it's not his bed. but then, what even is his? not his bedroom, not his daughter, and certainly not his heart.

he presses a light kiss on eunchae's forehead and pats your hair once, to which you let out a sleepy whimper. before he can let his mind wander at that sound, he escapes from the room and goes to the guest bedroom.

_

"are you winning games only to be banished from your own bedroom? you should've asked me to move!" you stomp your leg and whine when you see wonwoo sitting in the bed of the guest bedroom the next morning, lazily brushing his teeth. your pajamas are not yours- they're ones you've borrowed so often from him that it's nearly become yours. but they're still too loose at your legs, dangling below your feet. your eyes are red with sleep in spite of waking up at nine am, so thank god it's your off-day.

wonwoo pulls you by your arm and makes you flop down on the bed next to him. he removes the toothbrush from his mouth, the foam still in his mouth, but he mouths coffee. "god, you're so dirty. clean your mouth before talking. what is eunchae going to learn?" but wonwoo can see that your vexing is all made-up because it takes one tug on your arm to make you burst into a smile.

it's a special day- it's three years since wonwoo officially adopted eunchae and became her father on all legal papers. it's an emotional day every year, but a happy one. wonwoo does not regret adopting eunchae for even one second. it's been quite a hectic journey and he wouldn't be anywhere without your help but he wouldn't go back for a billion dollars. eunchae has completed his life in more ways than one. she's shown him unconditional trust and reciprocated his love without a second's hesitation. she's changed him from an anxious, private person to a person who is more open towards embracing challenges now and even more accepting towards all twists of fate. and most importantly, she's brought you to him.

she's given him his own family- one that he didn't even know he needed. but he's found a home away from home and it's the best part of his life. a family that doesn't judge him for being twenty-five and choosing to be a pro-gamer instead of a proper job as his own family had said. a family that lets him be clueless about life because they take care of him instead. a family that doesn't care about social appearances and going out, and chooses simple home barbecue with friends over getting drunk in clubs.

after he brushes his teeth, he walks out of the room to the living space, and finds you sitting with eunchae at the couch, who's sipping berry milkshake and colouring into her sketchbook. "look who's up, chaechae!" his daughter looks up and shouts out his name, and he scoots over and sits next to her on the couch, pulling her tiny legs into his own. you quickly shift your body away so that he doesn't crash into you, but wonwoo wishes you weren't so considerate. "i made coffee. and i'm going to make wraps with the leftovers from what you made yesterday. can you get her bathed after this? i'll get breakfast ready by then."

_

wonwoo hates it and loves it at the same time.

it being whenever the two of you drop eunchae at her school.

he hates it because he's always too sad to see his baby go off into school without even looking back at him once because she's just that excited to meet her friends. he hates it because all the parents assume that the two of you are a couple and keep asking you over to their houses for your kids to have playdates. he hates the other alternative too- when he clarifies that you're just friends, some of the mothers begin flirting with him too much and he's desperate for you to save him, but you totally encourage it. "you should start dating again, you know. it would do you good, now that eunchae's grown up." god no. it would do him no good- not when his heart is convinced that he's already dating a certain doctor who loves his daughter like her own.

and yet he loves it. he loves it because you stay beyond breakfast on these days, help him dress eunchae and also pamper her with a bubble bath. he loves it because you bathe in his shower on these days, and come out smelling like his shower gel. he loves it because you spend the entire day with him, talking to him about your patients and about your coworkers. he loves it because it's the only day he gets you completely to himself- he doesn't even schedule any events or streams on this day. it's his favourite day of the week, better than any weekend. he has a set plan for it, and it never fails. here's how it goes:

step 1 of the day- he drives around town and 'accidentally' stumbles upon a pretty-looking cafe that he suggests the two of you could try, and you, thankfully everytime, say yes.

"where do you wanna go today?" you ask him, and wonwoo's scared for a second that you've caught his act. no, surely not. "we could just drive around, you know."

step 1 success.

step 2 of the day- he offers to drop you home and let you rest, but you, thankfully everytime, never agree to his offer, saying that you want to enjoy a day out in the sun with him, because you're literally always stuck in the ER.

"i could drop you home. you could take a well-deserved break." "nah, i would much rather spend it with you. i'll just drown in my own head if i stay at home."

step 2 success.

step 3 of the d-

"we could go back to your place. we could binge the new series that's come out last friday. heard amazing reviews." you suggest casually, while scrolling something on your phone.

wonwoo actually almost crashes the car as he turns 90 degrees to look at you. this is unexpected. this is unprecedented. this has never happened before in the last three years of your whatever-ship.

"series?" when he speaks, his voice comes out weakly. "yeah, criminal and supernatural. just the genres we both love." fuck, you run a strong case.

wonwoo only hesitates for a second, before he makes a u-turn to go back home- because what's better than sitting across a table at a public cafe buying overpriced coffee? sitting together at the couch at home watching quality television.

_

wonwoo's too stressed about leaving eunchae behind with hansol and seungkwan. he's sure they'll mess up something or the other, but you're stern. "wonwoo, they'll be fine! she's four years old. grown up enough. and you know how much sollie and kwannie love her." "exactly- they love her too much. they'll never be able to say no to her." "and they won't have to. our eunchae is smart enough to not ask for unreasonable things. have faith in your parenting."

wonwoo wants to say: i have no faith in my parenting, but full faith in yours. but he doesn't. instead he quietly continues driving. it's your college reunion party- and it's the first time in years that you and wonwoo are attending. "i can't believe it's been five years since we got out of college." "well, eunchae's four."

you laugh, "you're right. wonwoo, i have no sense of time. it feels like only yesterday that we began talking in class." as you two walk into the hall decorated beautifully and filled with people, wonwoo's arm in yours. there are many known faces in the crowd ahead, but he can say, confidently and unbiasedly, that you're the most beautiful.

"don't remind me, please. it was so embarrassing to see seungcheol tell you that i had a crush on you." you laugh even harder, "but it was so funny! i didn't even know before that day, so i gotta thank seungcheol." "you look just as good as you did that day when i took your number." you look away for a second before looking up at him again. "is that so, mr jeon? you think i still look like a half-dead med student who's trying to survive with four hours of sleep and packed kimbap-" "no! don't misunderstand me," wonwoo fake-pouts at your fake-anger, and you both burst out laughing. "well, you don't have a crush on me anymore, so i'm certain the charm of the half-dead med student has worn off."

it's not, wonwoo's arm pulls you in tighter. god, he wishes he was not a coward. he wishes he could tell you that the charm has doubled, tripled, quadrupled every year, and he cannot imagine loving any woman as much as he loves you.

the evening definitely starts off better than wonwoo had expected. everyone seems to have forgotten how awkward and quiet wonwoo was back in college, and only remembered how good a gamer he was and how handsome he was back then. it's surprising how many people claim to be his fans here, and wonwoo feels his chest fill up. when he brings drinks for you both, he sees you speaking to rhea. "i see you've met y/n, rhea." "yes, well! i had no idea that she's so involved in taking care of our daughter."

our child? there's a spike of anger that rushes through his brain and wonwoo sees red. instinctively, your hand finds his own and squeezes his palm, a slight smile tugging at your lips, evidently asking him to back off. but wonwoo doesn't want to back off. even if rhea creates a scene right now, he doesn't care. he would much rather go home to his daughter rather than be here amidst people who don't even like him.

"i'm right glad you left eunchae with me when you did. y/n's raised her as her own daughter, and thank god we don't have to confuse her with another wannabe mother figure who didn't think before abandoning her."

rhea opens her mouth to say something, but you pull him away quickly, saying your goodbyes. you find the nearest exit, and pull wonwoo into the fresh air of the night.

"there was no need for snapping at her, wonwoo." you push him against a wall gently, rubbing your hand over his arms to ground him. "how dare she say eunchae's her child? she doesn't even know her name, for god's sake. she has no claim on her!" "she's literally her biological mother-" "so what? she dumped her on me, on you! you're a hundred times more her mother than rhea is!"

you stay stunned for a second, the wind blowing your hair away from your face. "what?"

"you've raised her, y/n. you're her mother, and i know eunchae will agree me 100% on-"

you take a step back. wonwoo takes a step forward, his heart panicking at the thought of losing you.

"wonwoo, i'm... i can't..."

"do you not realise it? why she calls you eomma?"

"but i- i don't mean to replace... i don't mean to take anyone's place..." another step back.

"whose place? there's literally no one else," another step ahead.

"your future wife... or girlfriend... or whoever will be her mother-" another step back and your back hits the wall.

wonwoo takes another step closer to you, towering over your figure. "there's going to be no one else. no one. no other mother figure in her life. or in mine."

you gulp, your breath still weak as you pant softly. "what are you saying wonwoo?"

"i'm saying i love you." fuck. that feels better to say out loud- a large boulder getting off his chest. he doesn't know what you're going to say, but it sure feels good to get it out. "i don't know how you feel. but i want to tell you how i feel, because i'm tired of being a coward. it's because i am coward that people like rhea have the audacity to say things like that. y/n, i've loved you for so many years now. my crush on you since that day seungcheol introduced us? never went away. not just because you're my best friend but also because you've taken care of me and given so much to me unconditionally through the years. without you- i wouldn't have been here, eunchae would've gone to another family through social services, and i would be a person living a hollow life with no love-"

"i would always be here, wonwoo. i'm your best friend-"

"but you've also become so much more. you've become my family, my saviour and guiding force, and my daughter's eomma. she wants nobody but you. i want nobody but you."

there's tears welling up in your eyes and wonwoo's heart aches. his hands automatically wrap around your face, wiping away the tears. "what's wrong, y/n-ie? i know this may have been a shock and you probably hate me for dumping this on-"

"i love you, jeon wonwoo!" your voice is weak, strangled.

"what?"

you twist your face to lightly peck at his hand that's cupping your cheeks. "i love you. i have loved you. i'm sorry i didn't know you felt the same way for so long..."

wonwoo's body melts and caves in. there was a wild tension which had been running in his body for so long but it dissipates totally now. he inches your face up towards him.

"shhhhh, baby. can i kiss you? i'm sick of loving you in secret. i want to show you how much i love you."

as soon as you nod, he leans in to claim your lips, your taste sweet like sugar and just as good as he had imagined it to be. your hands wrap around his shoulders, pulling him in closer towards you, your back completely flat against the wall. wonwoo grips your face and wraps around your waist at the same time.

it's honestly a miracle that you two haven't touched in the last three years where you've gotten so close. yes, the accidental brushing of hands, the affectionate hand patting hair, the playful punches and the mild tugging of arms. but nothing close to what wonwoo's wanted to do with you.

and now that you have started, he can't let go.

"baby?" his voice is raspy as he breaks the kiss, a string of spit linking your mouth to his, your chests heaving against each other. "yes?" "can you say it once more?" "hmm?" "you..." "i love you? yes i do." and wonwoo picks you up in his arms, not caring about how your legs flutter in the air as he spins around in joy. "what's this, jeon wonwoo! don't be a child!" "i'm just so happy." he finally puts you down, but doesn't let you get far.

"you know, it's such a wonderful conincidence that eunchae is safe with hansol and kwannie today. maybe we should take advantage?" the smirk on your lips give it all away, as you smack his chest. "and i thought you only loved me for your baby." "well, i intend to drive all mythical thoughts out of your pretty head tonight, baby."

[envy-of-the-apple]

Bath

Dark!Geto Suguru x reader

happy (belated) birthday to my favorite cult leader <3

18+ content

(Warnings: implied kidnapping, dubcon, forced relationships)

You've always loved baths

Back when you used to work a dead-end job, bathtime was the one time of the day where you truly enjoyed life. You spared no expense. You always bought the sweetest-smelling soaps. You'd lavish your body with the softest loafahs. You'd stay under the shower for hours, letting the water soak into your skin until you got pruny.

Despite how different the two of you were, Suguru shared the same sentiment. 

You hear him before you see him. It's not like he tries to hide his presence. There'd be no point to it. 

The water was warm. You were dozing off, close to falling asleep when his fingers grazed your lips. When your eyes flutter open, Suguru smiles. 

"You're back early," you say.

"We finished up faster than anticipated," Suguru responds. You nod, not prying. Nowadays, you know better than to enquire. 

Instead, you watch as he disrobes himself, dropping his yukata to the pristine bathroom floor. He's beautiful, despite the hell he's put you through, you've never once denied that. His body is broad and well-sculpted. Sliver scars litter his milky skin. There's one on his shoulder, another across his stomach. 

Suguru sighs when he sinks into the water with you. You let him pull you into his lap, your back against his bare chest. It's always a habit for you to check if he's brought his creatures with him, even when you can't see them. Still, you peer over the bathtub, looking for shadows, and ripples through the air. 

"It's just us." He consoles, sinking his head forward, letting his breath tickle your neck. He could always be lying, but you chose not to care, letting him spread lazy kisses across your shoulders. 

His black hair spills over. He's untied it. Dried blood clings to his strands. It isn't his. You frown. 

He grunts but doesn't make any protest when you lift yourself, turning around to fully settle into his lap. The soapy water is now slightly below your chest, giving no coverage. You ignore his wandering eyes. After all, he's done worse than simply look. 

"Close your eyes," you say softly, "I'll wash your hair." 

He stares at you, searching. You don't know what he finds but it's enough for Suguru to listen, slinking down, eyes drifting shut. You think you like him better like this. When he isn't reaching into your soul, eager to claw you out. 

It's a slow process. You have nothing but your hands, but Suguru doesn't seem to mind. He's handled worse, he has the scars to prove it, but you're still gentle with his hair. The position is a little awkward, with you practically straddling him, but neither of you mind. He hums when you massage his scalp with trepid fingers. The white suds get bigger and bigger, coating your hands as you glide them down his locks. It smells like jasmine and roses. 

You're diligent, if nothing else. You act like the favor is your job, ignoring the brief touches of his hands. Rough, calloused, pressing into your skin, right at your thighs, going higher and higher with no indication of stopping. 

You pull back with a frown, but if he truly wanted to, he wouldn't have let you go so easily. These days, he's softer with you. Perhaps that's because you've mellowed out too. There's no more tears, no more screams. The fifth stage of grief: acceptance. 

"Suguru," you say, not quite a warning, but there's a hint of disapproval in your tone, "I'm working." 

He laughs, condescending, filled with meaningless affection. In the end, Suguru relents, moving his fingers away to hold your hips instead, squeezing the flesh every so often. You suppose that's a bit better. 

When you give the slightest of tugs, Suguru leans into your bare chest, eyes still closed. It's not sexual. He's just there, close to your damp skin, relishing in your warmth. You wonder if he can hear your heartbeat. 

"You know, when I first saw you, the first thing I noticed was your hair," you murmur, sloping his locks up from his shoulders, "it was beautiful." 

"Really?" he asks, just as quietly. 

You hum in response. It's hard to remember those days, back when you just thought of him as a priest, sitting lavishly on his throne. When you were just one of the temple's many visitors, unaware of the trap you found yourself in. You often wondered why you caught his eye. You know you weren't anything special.

Maybe it was your malleability that enticed him. Your humanness, able to adapt to anything once you're out of tears. You could be anything, maybe even his. 

"You should take better care of it." You don't chide him. Rather, it's a small request. You've never asked him for anything before. You wonder if he notices. 

"I will," his smile is gone now, there's just a hint of wonder in his tone. Out the corner of your eye, you spot him grasp a lock of his own hair, inspecting it. Like he's trying to see the beauty you can. 

The flakes of blood have long disappeared by the time you rinse his scalp off. His hair is back to its natural state, sleek and glossy. When it dries, it will shine in the sun. And in the night, after he's done with you, you can run your fingers through it, one of the few comforts you have in this life. 

Suguru's eyes open. You're still messing with his hair, tweaking it into place when he grasps at your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

His teeth are at your neck, grazing at the skin, barely threatening to puncture. You freeze anyway. You shouldn't have been so surprised. It was amazing he held himself back at all with how his strained cock slapped your thighs every so often.

"Suguru," you say, but you've lost the tone in your voice. It's less consequential. It's not like you can stop him, not right now when his kisses are starting to get more violent.

He hums in acknowledgment but doesn't pull back. Instead, Suguru grabs you by the hips. His fingers delve to your naked cunt. You suck in a gasp when he swipes at your clit.

"So sensitive," he chides but his smile is wider.

"We're in the bath," your voice comes out in a sigh as he leans forward to bite at your breasts, lavishing his tongue over your chest.

"We'll-we'll get dirty again."

He hushes your mild protests, focusing on your skin, tasting it. You frown, but you don't dare struggle when he angles your hips just right to deliciously grind on his cock.

At least he's nice, you deliriously think when it slowly starts to stretch you out. He could have been worse, taken to just pounding you without any regard for your body. His gentleness always felt like a worse punishment.

He goes down inch by excruciating inch. Your walls flutter around him. Already, you can feel yourself grow wetter and wetter.

"I was gone for a while," he simply says, "you're so much tighter now."

As if to respond, you spasm on his cock. He gives another affectionate laugh, kissing you on the corner of your mouth.

When he sits you down fully, he's gentle enough to give you a moment. He's right, it had been a while. The stretch was already starting to be foreign to you. You gasp, unconsciously tightening your grip on his shoulder when he starts to move.

The pace is slow, casual. Despite how violent he inherently is, you've never known him to be anything like that to you. He's always moderated, in that sense. Even now, when his cock is strained and pulsing inside you, with you slowly teetering out of control, he remains the same, looking up at you with the slightest hitch in his breath.

You can't say the same. Your pussy tries to suck him back in, already feeling yourself start to let go. It's wet, your noises and whimpers are barely covered by the sloshing of water. You shudder when his cock hits that spot deep inside you over and over again. It's cruel in that sense, you aren't allowed not to go crazy.

"You always take me so well." Suguru leans forward, burying his head into your neck. His teeth are sharp enough for you to feel it, timed with another intentional thrust. You arch your back at the sensation, feeling your thighs go taut with tension. Your legs are practically shaking now, close to breaking.

"Suguru-"

As if he can sense you holding back, his hand traces your chest, squeezing, before he moves to your pussy. His thumb is insistent, rubbing tight circles around your swollen clit as your hips jolt at the added sensation.

"You can do it," Suguru coos in your ear sounding both loving and condescending at the exact same time, "Let go, dear."

It doesn't take long after that. You fall, crumpling against him as your pussy gushes around his cock, squeezing, almost choking him. Your release gets a rise out of him. If you were less fucked out, you'd admire the slightest hint of struggle between his brows, the clenched jaw, the way his hips and hand get a bit too rough. It'd be one of the few times a being like him has lost composure like that.

His own release comes right after yours, filling you up until you're sure you're leaking.

You collapse, your head falling into the crook of his neck. A large hand falls against your back, rubbing slow circles.

"I missed you," he mutters into your damp hair. You can only hum, still gathering yourself when he lifts your face with both hands.

He kisses you. Warm, and kind, and gentle. To him, you are the exception. The only one of the unworthy that's worth something to him.

"I love you," Suguru says into your lips, earnestly. And you know he truly does think that. He truly thinks that baths and soaps and pretty hair are all it takes to wash away the feeling of fear you still feel every time he touches you. 

"I love you," he repeats. 

You don't say it back. 

[demonvibez]

Impulsive

Characters: Lord Diavolo x GN! Reader Rating: Teen Tags: comfort, fluff, gn reader, MC uses magic, kissing Word Count: 4.3k+ A/N: Happy (Belated) Birthday to My Sweet Prince, Lord Diavolo ♡ I'd give him all three realms if I could, but for now, I'll settle for sharing this silly little fluff fic. This may be my favorite thing I've written so far, so I hope you all enjoy it as well!

Late was the hour at the House of Lamentation, when you find yourself tossing and turning in your slumber, your mind currently pulled into the depths of a rather vivid nightmare. It was one of those nightmares that just feels so real, filling your senses and sending you running from the unknown terror, your heart pounding as you run deeper into what looks like the House but feels like a maze. Surely there aren't this many hallways when you're awake?! And so many doors! You run to the end of the hall, ripping open the large double doors and running into the next...which seems eerily identical to the last. Except when you get to the end of the hall this time, you run into a dead end. Panic now striking your heart you turn to the window, only for it to vanish as you touch it. A crimson ooze begins to drip down the walls, and you can feel the shadow entity getting closer, your breathing becoming more erratic as your back presses into the corner. You're trapped. Something reaches out towards you from the abyss, it's sharp claws coming into view the closer it gets.

Just before it can grab you by the neck, you fully awaken from your night terror, pushing yourself to sit up in bed so that you may try to catch your breath. You hyperventilate for a moment, grabbing your chest with one hand as the other maintains a tight grip on the bed sheets as your eyes quickly dart around the room. You're awake, and you're okay. You snap your fingers to magically turn the lights up, so that you may inspect the room closer. Nothing on the walls - and you let out a relieved sigh. You sit with yourself for a moment, in an effort to allow your breathing to return to normal, before flinging your legs over the side of the bed and standing up. You cross the room and make your way over to the window near your desk. Reaching out to touch the window, a slight hesitation makes your hand tremble. As your fingertips touch the cool pane of the glass, you breathe out an even bigger sigh of relief. The window didn't disappear this time - you are definitely safe and back in your own reality.

So, why can't you shake this eerie feeling? That same looming anxiety that filled your mind as you were being chased by the shadow creature. You shake your head, trying to just will it away, as you pick up your jacket from the back of a chair and pull it on. You cross your arms to hug yourself as you walk back over to your bedside table. Eyeing your DDD on the charger, you reach down to pick it up, unlocking it and opening the contacts in one fluid motion. Before you can even process what you are doing, you are already dialing a number, the phone pressed to your ear as you sit down at the edge of the bed. It's not until you hear his voice at the other end of the line do you really register just what you're doing. The Future King of the Devildom murmurs your name, a slight hint of concern lacing his voice - he's surprised to hear from you at this time of night. 

"Is something wrong? Are you alright," he asks you. He has no idea that the sound of his voice alone is so soothing to you. You let out a shaky breath that you had no idea you were holding, scooting back on the bed so that you can lean against the wall.

"Y-yeah...I'm okay...I-" you cut yourself off, your eyes briefly widening. Are you really bothering Lord Diavolo with your foolish little problems? It was just a nightmare, and you're awake now. You're sure the Prince has way more important things to worry about than the silly night terrors of a human. "I'm so sorry for bothering you, I know you must be busy wi-" he cuts you off by saying your name once again, this time with a slightly firmer tone.

"I've told you time and time again that you may come to me for anything, at any time," he reminds you. Softening his tone, he exhales before continuing, "Please. Tell me, what's wrong?" He truly meant it when he said you can come to him for anything. It warms his heart to think about you coming to him for help, especially when you have so many demons around you that are also willing to give you the world.

"It's...I just...it's gonna sound really stupid..." you trail off, as you fidget with the hem of one of your blankets.

"I assure you, nothing you could possibly say to me is ever going to be 'stupid.'" As you let out another exhausted sigh, you can hear the squeaking of his desk chair as he leans back against it. Lord Diavolo has always been very sweet to you, doing his best to accommodate all of your needs since you've dropped down into his realm. He always seems to have the answer to your problems, especially the more massive ones - what will it hurt to vent to him now?

"I...had a rather vivid nightmare. It felt so real to me..." You begin to describe your nightmare in great detail, not holding back any of the emotions that came along with it. Retelling this graphic tale almost makes you feel as though you are reliving it, and the crack in your voice pierces Diavolo's heart as you try to hold back tears while you finish your story. "And then I woke up," you say with a sniffle, "I guess I was quite shaken by it all, and I called you because...well, it was kind of an impulse to be honest, but I think I just really wanted to hear your voice," you admit, a rosy blush painting your cheeks. You were a bit glad Lord Diavolo couldn't see you right now - you aren't sure, but you probably look like a bit of a mess. Something else you are unaware of, is exactly how much your admission has effected the Young Prince. The idea that you instinctively sought him out for comfort is enough to get his heart racing, and now it is time for him to act on impulse - which is something he is rather good at.

"I'll be by the House of Lamentation to pick you up soon," he declares, the sound of his chair scuffing the floor ringing out across the phone line. Your eyes widen, and you jump up to stand on your bed in surprise.

"Uhhh...excuse me, WHAT?!?" There's no way he's serious. You hear his signature laugh, and now you know he's not joking.

"I'm coming to pick you up! A change of scenery is always a good idea after a nightmare - especially when the nightmare occurs where you're trying to sleep. I'll just leave a note for Lucifer, and bring you back to the Castle. This is going to be so much fun," he says excitedly. An impromptu sleepover with the Future King of the Devildom does sound like a fun idea - but doesn't he have more important things to do than to entertain you?

"Lord Dia-"

"AH! What did I say about using my titles when it's just us?" You can't help but to let out a tiny giggle, and it sends his heart over the Devildom moon.

"Okay, you're right. I'm sorry. I just don't want to be a burden on you. It's late, and I'm sure you have more important things to-"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off again. How can you possibly think you could ever be a burden to him? "I had just finished my work for the night when you called, and Barbatos hasn't even started the tea yet. We are just going to quickly portal over to you, and bring you back. It will be no trouble for us at all. Please, let me help you." Please, just let him take care of you. If you could see the look in his eyes right now, you'd see how much he yearns to pamper you with all of his affections. You spend so much time time and energy taking care of all of your demons, he wants so badly to be the one doing the same for you. Let him show you that he can be there for you, that he is capable of being your protector - even if it's from terrors created by your own mind.

"Okay...if you're really sure, then I'm game. Can you just give me like...five minutes?" He honestly doesn't have to ask you twice to hang out, you'll take any excuse to see Diavolo. You don't want to inconvenience him, but he's insisting, so why not take the gorgeous golden-eyed demon up on his offer? And even if you won't be able to fall back asleep, at least you'll have his company; his perfect smile, his soothing voice, the warm embrace of his hugs...

Before the Prince can even answer, he hears the sound of you jumping off of your bed and running around in your room. He can't help but to let out a small chuckle at how cute he thinks you are. He would tell you that there's no need to bother yourself, that you may come as you are - but as he finds himself in front of his own mirror, straightening his tie and hand-combing his hair, he relates to wanting to look impressionable for the person you're so deeply in love with. He's unsure if you return his feelings, but the idea of you scrambling around your room just to look cute for him for a surprise date has heat rising to his cheeks - which is ironic, seeing as you're doing exactly that.

"Of course! I'll send you a text just before we head over," he replies. Just after saying your goodbyes and hanging up, you race to your bathroom to freshen up your face. You had already tore off your jacket and discarded half of whatever other comfortable clothes you had worn to bed that night. Is this really about to happen?! Talk about a plot twist! One moment you're thrashing around in bed consumed with your nightmares, and the next your about to be picked up by the Future King to go hang out with him at the Demon Lord's Castle - your life can be such a rollercoaster at times.

You quickly wash your face at the sink, splashing the water in your face once more and staring into your owns eyes in the mirror, making sure this isn't also a dream. You've experienced nested dreaming a few times in your life, and it would sure as hell be disappointing if you weren't really about to see Diavolo. You shake your head, brushing off the thought, before turning off the water and exiting the bathroom.

You walk back across your room, and freeze in the doorway of your closet. The back of your closet is so dark - no matter how long you let your eyes adjust, the shadows casted in the back corners of the room still have this eerily ominous feeling. Your hand shakily reaches out towards the light switch, the hair on your arm standing up as anxiety courses through your veins. Just as you're about to flip the light switch on, a loud ding comes from your DDD, and you can't help but to jump. Your heart pounds in your chest for a few seconds before you remember why your phone had dinged - they must be on their way. Damn it! You're nowhere near ready! You flip the light on and start scrambling through your clothes, pulling out a pair of cute pajamas and putting them on. 

Just as you are pulling the bottoms up to your hips, you hear a slight cracking sound coming from the hallway, followed by a low humming noise. Barbatos' portal - they must be standing outside. Just as you arrive at the door, you hear a light knock, and you open it to find the Prince standing there in his RAD uniform, fist still raised to knock a second time. Behind him you can see Barbatos still in Diavolo's room, on the other side of the portal, his back turned to you as he sets a tray of sweets down on the glass coffee table by the bed. You look up at the gorgeous demon in front of you, and you can't help but to smile as your eyes connect with his. And the way he smiles back down at you, with a radiance brighter than any Celestial sun, is enough to make a small flurry of butterflies dance around in your stomach.

"Hey there! Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one second. Just need to grab my jacket real quick-" you go to turn around and pick up your jacket that you had previously thrown onto the floor, but Diavolo's voice interrupts you once again.

"There's no need," he says in his usually jovial tone, "I can have Barbatos light the fireplace if you'd like." Just then, you see the Butler turn around and nod at you, before speaking to you through the portal.

"Yes, and I have just started steeping a fresh pot of Hellfire Rose Tea. We have plenty of warm blankets, fresh from the dryer. You will not go cold in our care," says Barbatos, his lips curving upward in a knowing smile. For half a moment you wonder to yourself if he already knows what the course of tonight's events will be, but you don't really have too much time to wonder about that right now. 

"And of course, if all else fails, there is this." Looking down at his own chest, he starts unbuttoning his red RAD jacket. A blush creeps across your face as he unbuckles the golden belt and pulls the coat off of his large frame, holding it out for you to slide into. Your heart feels as though it is going to jump into your throat as you slide in your arms, the scent of Diavolo's cologne filling your senses as you pull the jacket tighter to your chest. The coat is rather baggy and long on you, but you feel so cozy that you don't even care. 

"Thank you so much for all of this, Dia," you say with a light blush still on your cheeks as you look up at him bashfully. Hearing the little nickname you've given him, the Young Prince can't help but to blush as well. No one has ever been so informal with him; he hopes you'll use it more, the sound of it coming from your lips like music to his ears. You move to try to take a step forward, but your feet accidentally step on the bottom of the coat, causing you to stumble forward a little.

"Oops, I suppose I didn't take that into account. Here, let me help you with that." And before you can even ask, Diavolo bends down and scoops you up in his arms. You let out a small yip as you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, your little human hands struggling to grip him through the oversized coat sleeves as he adjusts you in his hold. He turns around with you to walk back towards the portal, and you tap his shoulder to stop him for a moment.

"Wait! One sec..." With your right arm hooked around him, you raise your left, shaking it a bit so the sleeve falls down your arm. Your reach your hand out behind him, focusing all of your energy towards the DDD that you dropped on your bed earlier. You close your eyes, visualizing in your mind the phone rising up off the bed and floating into your hand. The more you focus on it, the stronger your intent becomes, and a surge of magical energy within you causes you to open your eyes back up just as the phone glides itself across the room and into your grasp. At the feeling of the phone's plastic case hitting your hand, your eyes widen in surprise as you let out a joyful laugh. "I can't believe it finally worked..." You show Diavolo the phone you just grabbed telekinetically, pride filling your chest and spreading to the smirk on your face.

"Nicely done! Seems as though your sorcery lessons are paying off." That same pride fills the Prince's chest, for you find new ways to surprise and impress him every day.

"Thanks, I've been working quite hard on that particular skill." You slide the phone into one of the coat's pockets before wrapping your arm back around him. He walks the two of you through the portal, and over towards the grey-striped couch next to his bed. The cracking noise of the portal closing rings out once again, the subsequent hum it produced now falling silent. The only sound currently filling the room is that of Barbatos arranging a tea set on the glass top of the coffee table, along with the slight squeak of the couch cushions as Diavolo sits down with you, setting you in his lap as he leans back into the corner of the couch. You unwrap your arms from around his neck, making yourself comfortable and leaning back against him, your cheek resting against his collar bone as you drape an arm across his torso. Diavolo wraps his arms around you, pulling you just a little bit closer, and your eyes flutter closed at the warm embrace. That is, until, you remember...

"Oh, fuck," you exclaim, your eyes snapping back open, "did we ever leave a note for Lucifer?" Sure, the Young Prince is best friends with the Avatar of Pride, but it's still usually better for you to ask for permission from Lucifer rather than forgiveness. The Morningstar is no stranger to handing down punishments - even to his favorite human. Diavolo looks down at you, and the look on your face must have been priceless, for you can feel the laughter building up and shaking his chest before ringing out into the open air.

"Yes, in fact, I sent him a text message before making my way over to you. The last thing we want is a concerned Lucifer tearing apart the realm looking for you." And the last thing Diavolo wants is an intrusion by the Eldest Demon Brother. Lucifer always prides himself on how well he looks after you, always stepping up to the plate when he is needed the most. And while he admires all of the traits that afford Lucifer's status as the Avatar of Pride and Right Hand of the Future King, Diavolo sometimes feels as though it hinders his ability to get closer to you. He does his best to mask his jealousy, but you don't miss the way he pulls you just a little bit tighter to his chest. You can feel a faint tingle coming from the location of Leviathan's pact mark, causing your eyebrows to slightly furrow. Was Lord Diavolo really feeling envious towards Lucifer? Over you? Your eyes quickly dart over to Barbatos, who is currently walking out of the bedroom door, most likely to fetch the pot of tea. As the sin continues to stimulate the sigil on your skin, you can only deduce that it must be Diavolo. 

"Indeed, the last thing we want is for our time together to be cut short," you say, looking up into those gorgeous honey eyes of his, "At this point, I'm kinda glad I had that stupid nightmare..." The way he gazes down at you, so loving and full of affection, causes your heart to start beating at a rapid pace. You aren't sure if you're reading the situation correctly, but the moment just feels so...right. Impulse has led you both to this exact moment, and into the arms of the demon you've been pining over for so long. Perhaps your instincts will be right again this time.

Your hand floats up to cup his cheek, and immediately you can feel him lean into your touch. You hear him murmur your name, spoken in a tone laced with a longing you hadn't heard from him before. You both lean into each other, your lips meeting in a kiss that you both felt like you had waited an eternity for - like you both had been trekking across a barren desert, and you finally found an oasis in each other. Your hands glide up so they lace through his hair, as he pulls you so you're facing him, his hands resting on your hips. You lightly nibble his bottom lip, at which you can feel his large hands give your hips a little squeeze, and he obliges you by deepening the kiss that you're both so entranced by. 

You're both so lost each in other's tender embrace, wanting so badly for the moment to continue on endlessly, that you don't even hear Barbatos re-enter the room. The Butler was really doing his best not to interrupt the two of you - he was happy to finally see the Young Master making progress with you, in regards to his admiration. Neither of you had heard the sounds of the door opening and closing shut, so he was a little surprised that the sound of the teaspoon clinking on the glass tabletop is what grabbed your attention. You jump a little bit, your nose bumping into his slightly, before looking over your shoulder to see Barbatos with an amused look on his face - you erupt into laughter, with the other two following soon after. 

"My apologies, I did not mean to interrupt the two of you. However, the tea is ready, along with a few snacks that I have prepared that I know you are both fond of." You give Diavolo a little peck on the cheek, causing him to have the goofiest grin in all three realms, before sliding off of his lap and sitting next to him. Your hands have a slight tremble from all of the excitement, and the last thing you want to do is spill scorching hot Hellfire Rose Tea all over Diavolo and yourself. You reach for the cup of tea Barbatos prepared for you, about to take a sip as the Butler hands a plate of sweets to the Prince.

"Would you like for me to enchant the tea? To ensure that your nightmares will cease," he asks, as he crosses the room to put some music on the record player, turning the volume down so that it may play in the background. 

"No," you say with a slight blush, your eyes darting to Diavolo from behind your teacup, "I have Dia now, so I think I'm good." You smirk as you take a sip, maintaining eye contact with Diavolo as he takes a bite into his Hellfire Mushroom Rolled Cigar Cookie, the blush spreading across his tan face as your words sink in.

The two of you spend quite a bit of time together that night, just sitting in each other's arms and talking about everything and nothing. It started off just chatting in more detail about the contents of your nightmare, but quickly digressed into talking of your fears, your dreams, your ambitions, your aspirations. Diavolo has never connected with another being like this before, and he's all the more glad he gets to grow such a connection with you. And while he listens to your voice, he comes to the realization that there's no one else he'd rather bare his infernal soul to in all three realms. His visions of the future always have you in it, and he couldn't be happier to hear that you feel the same way. You both continue to exchange stories of your fondest memories, making plans to create new memories together in the future. 

Just as Diavolo gets halfway though his story - one of the many tales of him causing chaos to then sneak out of the Castle - he feels the weight of your cheek fall against his shoulder. Your breathing steady and one of your hands gripping his shirt as you accidentally fall asleep in his lap. Between his soothing voice, the soft lull of the music, and feeling completely safe in his arms, you couldn't help but to drift off to dreamland. And he can't help but to just sit and watch you for a moment; you look so beautifully at peace in your slumber, he wants to etch it into his mind permanently. He eventually picks you up as gently as possible - you only stir once or twice. The first time at the motion of him picking you up; the second when he sets you down on his bed and you subconsciously miss the feeling of his warm embrace as he goes to quickly change his clothes. 

He slides into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him, your back pressing up against his chest. As your feel his warmth envelop you, you turn over to face him, one of your arms wrapping around him as well while you're only half awake. He lays on his back, pulling you on top of him, and you lightly nuzzle his chest and mumble an 'I love you' before you fall back fully asleep again. Diavolo's heart feels so full - he never knew three simple words could mean so much to him. He presses a kiss into the top of your head before laying back and shutting his eyes, happier than he's ever been in his life. And while he doesn't want you having anymore nightmares, he'd give anything to spend the rest of his nights like this with you.

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[thesassypadawan]

Scum (Burnt Darth Vader x FemRebelReader)

Summary: Scum, the name he has so kindly given you upon capture.  The name he calls you every night as he does to you as he pleases.  Perhaps hoping to break you for information, perhaps for his own sick pleasure…maybe even your own.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Choking, up against the wall, misuse of the force…and Vader’s big, scarred dick. 

Notes: Happy Sithtember all you, lovelies! ❤️🖤

🎉❤️A VERY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @anakinsbbgirl❤️🎉

- Twisting against the invisible force that binds your hands, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.  Hint of metallic spreading across your tastebuds, swallowed down along with your moans. Refusing to give him the satisfaction even as he thrusts up into you.  As your sore cunt flutters desperately around his scarred length, unwillingly taking another load.

- “Have you come to a decision yet?”  His words were cold, even; rattling out through his modular.  Amber lenses staring emotionlessly into your eyes; almost searching for something, somehow.  While he continues to  buck; pushing his cum deeper, further.  “No…it would seem that you are still foolish enough to resist.”

- Abruptly he pulls out, the grip around your wrists loosens.  “Pathetic.”  And you drop to the floor, wincing from the pain that radiates through your knees…the feeling of his seed trickling out from between your spread legs.  “Truly such a pathetic thing.”

- Anger bubbles up inside of you, hand curls in a fist.  Pounding it against the stone, you unsteadily rise to your feet.  “Shut…your mec-mechanical mouth!”  Legs wobbling, breaths coming out in small huffs.  You try to hold your own, show what little strength remains; even with your shoulder pressed to the wall for support.  “I’m not the one hi-hiding behind a mask…you mon-monster!”

- The air seems to come alive, crackle.  Tension and raw anger filling the chamber, accompanied by the sound of his dark laughter.  “Is that what you think of me, rebel scum?  That I am nothing more than some sick creature.”

- Opening your mouth to speak again; instead your words are silenced, replaced with a gasp.  “Very well then.”  When pressure closes in around your neck; forcing you back, pinning you against the wall.  Jagged rocks piercing, cutting into your exposed skin.  “If that is the case…”

- Invisible hold grows tighter, and you rise up off the floor once more.  Feet scrambling for purchase, nails scratching at nothing in a futile attempt for release.  Vision growing blotchy, lids heavy; head beginning to spin.  “…then I shall show you what a real monster I am.”

- Faintly you’re aware of soft hisses, gears whirling.  Something clattering loudly to the ground; followed by a foreign, gruff voice ordering.  “Look.  Look upon the face of your monster.”

- Gaze refocuses, irises widen slightly.  A sense of fear, mixed with arousal washes over you.  “You’re…”  Before you was the most mangled, most twisted, most…handsome man you’ve ever seen.  “You’re…”

- A gentle prodding at the corner of your mind, pressure on your neck eases.  “Not what you anticipated.”  Feet touch the floor once more, as you stare deeply into those golden orbs.  “Interesting… very interesting.”

- Gloved fingers traces your jawline, thumb tugs at your lip.  Texture sending a pleasant shiver down your spine, causing your gummy walls to flutter.  “Perhaps you can be swayed…”

- Gripping your thigh, he hooks your leg onto his hip; forcing you to teeter on the tip of your toes.  Rigged head pressing, prodding at your swollen folds; phantom presence brushing, circling your overstimulated clit.  Whimper flying from your throat.  “Perhaps there’s hope for you yet…”

- Surging forward, sheathing himself into your spent pussy.  You wriggle and writhe; shudder from the deliciously painful, searing stretch.  A stretch that you find yourself coming to love?  “No…you’re never going to succeed!”

- Pace speeds up on your sensitive nub; hips begin to rock, setting a harsh rhythm.  “Do not act so certain.”  Making your back arch, chest dig into his control box.  Desperate?  Desperate, needy mewl escaping you.  “After all…”

- Labored breaths fan across your face, pale lips hover inches away from yours.  Eyes bore, lock onto yours.  “You could have easily stopped me with your own abilities and yet you have not.”

- Drives grow brutal, tears flow freely down your cheeks.  “Either you are weak or…”  Heat pools in your stomach, hands clench his tabards.  “…some part of you has wanted this the whole time.  For me to use, abuse…break and make you my own.”

- No longer twisting against the invisible force, no longer refusing to give him the satisfaction…  You succumb to your buried desires, finally declaring…  “I-I do!  Make me yours, V-Vader!”

- Tipping your head, you moan out as the phantom presence pinches your clit firmly.  As he slams upwards, popping something deep inside.  Pumping, filling your packed womb once more.  “There, was that so difficult…hatari?”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @laylaplease, @loverforoldermen, @anakinsbbgirl, @t03soup, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @avescorner-blog, @vaderswifey, @jediavengers

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

The Key to His Heart

It is often said that the key to a man’s heart, goes through his stomach. Well, that doesn’t apply to the man who owns my heart, and vice versa. By all means, we do indulge in culinary treats. 

In our younger days, it was heaps of take-away; Indian, Chinese, Indonesian. Never Italian, though. Angelo would’ve been devastated if we sought out Italian food somewhere else.

And there were of course the sweets, to satisfy the madman I lived with. 

(Still lives with, to be clear.) 

Ginger nuts, jammy dodgers, scones, Mrs. Hudson’s home baked cakes and biscuits, tiramisu, chocolate mousse, and sticky toffee pudding.

But I’m rambling. My madman, the great Sherlock Holmes, still doesn’t eat the amount of food I would like him to. He still claims that it slows him down. Not that he has places to be nowadays. If you don’t count his beloved beehives that is.

I seem unable to keep my thoughts collected on one topic today. The thing I was going to tell you about, was how I, John Hamish Watson, was given the key to the detective’s heart.

Everyone thought we were a couple from the day I moved into Baker Street. Quite a lot of them took it as a personal insult, when we, well, mostly I, objected to the assumption.

“Not gay!” I shouted out to anyone who cared to listen.

Few did, but the one that mattered the most, always listened. It still hurts to think about. 

Sherlock is interested in all kinds of things, but the thing that has stuck with him since childhood, is the fascination for bees. I was stunned when he told me about it quite early in our acquaintanceship. Living in London assured that we didn’t come across them very often, unless we walked the parks. We mostly ran through the parks, always chasing the bad guys. That was a relief, because I was terrified of the tiny creatures. 

“How is that possible? You invaded Afghanistan,” Sherlock protested when I told him.

“Well, childhood trauma isn’t that easily forgotten, Sherlock,” I stated.

When I was eight years old, I was stung by dozens of bees. I had been fighting with Harry, and she pushed me against our uncle’s two beehives. The push was hard, and both hives fell to the ground. I can still recall the angry buzzing and the bees’ fierce attack. It was summer, and I was only wearing a pair of shorts… 

Enough about my childhood horrors. 

It took me too long to realise that I loved Sherlock. Even when he came back from the dead, I acted like I hadn’t grieved him like a lover.

Keep calm and carry on.

Sherlock’s sudden illness, which forced him to stay in bed for almost a fortnight, made us both come out of our shells. His high fever made him hallucinate, and he was quite talkative throughout. He pledged his love for me numerous times a day, mostly in his sleep, so I didn’t put much into the declarations. I worked it out in the end and did some pledging myself.

He wasn’t entirely convinced at first. The not gay statement still lingered in his mind, and he was reluctant to do more than occasionally holding my hand and hug me. So, I decided to convince him. I just had to get Harry on board. She was surprisingly amenable to my suggestion to buy her share of our uncle’s cottage, which we both had inherited some years previous. 

Sherlock didn’t know about it. I had almost forgotten about it myself by that time. 

The cottage was called “In the Meadows”, and the name fit perfectly. It was surrounded by them on three sides, and said meadows needed some taming. Nobody had lived there for at least three years. An old neighbour had kept an eye on it, though, so it wasn’t in total decay. It needed some loving hands, which I hoped Sherlock and I could provide.

I took him down to Sussex one sunny Saturday in May. The neighbour had assured me that beehives were in place, and the gear needed to tend to them.

“Happy belated birthday, Sherlock,” I said when we stood outside the house.

“What do you mean, John?” he asked, too stunned to deduce and observe properly.

“It’s for you. Or us, really,” I told him.

I was so anxious for his reaction.

The blinking came first. I had anticipated that. What came as a total surprise was the kiss once he had spotted the hives.

He turned to face me, cradled my face, and pressed his lips softly against mine. I almost stopped breathing but finally got my arms to work and circled them around his waist.

“My John. You…how…but you’re terrified of…” Sherlock stuttered after he broke the kiss.

“Well, I’ll just have to trust you to protect me for once, then,” I murmured, still dazed from the tender kiss.

“Do you really love me that much, John?” Sherlock inquired.

“More than anything,” I told him, which lead to further kisses.

If you wondered; yes, we’re both retired, and our address isn’t 221B Baker Street anymore, but “In the Meadows”, Sussex.

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[alicenthighstower]

–persuasion, jane austen. for @augustsjanes; happy belated birthday, too good, too excellent creature!

[darklyndivinely]

For The Rest of My Life

Fandom - Obey Me!

Pairing - Lucifer x gn!reader

Summary - Lucifer proposes to you.

Warnings - Fluff, Suggestive content, marriage proposal, kissing.

Wordcount - 580+

A/N - Happy belated birthday to my favourite boi. The original plan was to write something angsty, it turned out fluffy instead. Just wanted to say that I really appreciate everyone who interacts with my posts, especially all the reblogs and tags. Y'all keep me sane, y'know. Hope you like this!

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The door clicks shut with a relieving finality. You discard your jacket and shoes, sighing at the lessened weight and stretch your tired body. Lucifer encircles your figure from behind, familiar and imposing, and nuzzles into your neck with a deep inhale. A smile pulls at your lips. You entangle a hand in his hair, resting your head back against his shoulder.

“This might be my favourite part of today,” he breathes, beginning to pepper kisses on your skin.

You release a shuddering breath when he teases the sharp of his canine against your collarbone, and turn, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss. His hand presses against your waist, sending a flutter through your stomach as he draws your body closer.

You fist the collar of his shirt, still trying to capture the full taste of the Demonus on his tongue and shift your weight on the balls of your feet. Take me to bed, the action means. But Lucifer pulls away, satiating your chasing lips with a chaste peck, and rests his forehead against yours. You gulp in deep breaths to calm your breathing, and cup his face, tilting his head to gaze at him, and tenderly swipe at his cheekbone. Everything ok?

Lucifer’s eyes flick between yours, searching, thinking; twice, thrice. “I have something for you.”

“What is it?”

He pulls away, straightens his collar, and smoothes his shirt. His hands are shaking, you notice. As he slowly digs into his pockets, anxiety coalesces in your throat. What is he doing?

Lucifer pulls out a small red box and your heart lurches to your stomach. Gently, he lowers to a knee, eyes fixated on your face and flicks the box open. It’s an elegant ring, simple and sober, crafted richly and thoughtfully. You stare at it, thoughts slowing as if immersed in quicksand.

“I know that I am not always very forthcoming with my feelings,” he starts. “Since you’ve arrived at Devildom I have only let you down, hurt you and underestimated you. I have been the worst version of myself to you. But these years that we’ve spent together, they’ve changed me. You’ve changed me. You have become an integral part of my life, of my family, of me. You have come to mean to me more than I had ever thought possible. I can’t imagine a universe where we don’t belong together... I love you. If you’d let me, I would like to love you for the rest of my life... Marry me, please.”

“Lucifer...” 

You stare into his eyes, looking at you with such hope and love. How many people had Lucifer knelt for? How many had he professed his love for?

“I love you too,” you say, feeling your heart lighting up with the words. “Yes. Yes. I’d love to marry you.”

Lucifer smiles, bright and wide, the shine of a thousand suns in his joy. The most beautiful creature to exist, indeed. He extracts the ring and slides it on your finger, snug and perfect. You stare at it, overjoyed, and meet Lucifer’s kiss halfway.

“I love you,” he says, kissing you so fervently. “I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

This time there’s no need for you to indicate anything to him. He leads your figures backwards and onto the bed himself to make do on his vow to love you for the rest of his life.

You laugh against his lips, electricity in your veins. “I love you too, Lucifer.”

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[ghostchems]

cemetery stroll - werewolf!secondo x reader - part 3

a/n: belated birthday gift for @tasty-ribz!! werewolf secondo is back baby and he is HUNGRY.

about 2.5k words. sexy smut. mdni. 18+! part one / part two. ao3 link.

“Jeff! Shut the fuck up!” Shauna elbows him in the ribs. He laughs and shrugs her off, placing one hand on her shoulder and giving her a strong push. She falls off the tree stump where they were sitting on onto the wet leaves. “Dickhead!”

“Can you guys relax?” Colin huffs from the other side of the fire. They do not relax, instead Shauna launches herself into Jeff’s lap and starts to tickle his sides. “I’m trying to tell a spooky story!!” Colin whines in protest then angrily throws his marshmallow on a stick into the flames. Jeff forcefully removes Shauna from his lap and sits her down beside him.

“Fine, man. Relax” He shrugs and shoves his hands into his sweatshirt pocket. “Tell your story and quick so we can get back to having fun.” Shauna giggles behind him while Colin gives an exasperated sigh.

“There’s supposedly creatures that roam these woods. People go missing all the time. They tried to build houses just outside the woods but the structures would end up rotted out as soon as they were put up.” Colin sounds almost uninterested, his gaze drifting to look at the darkness behind them. “Legend says that witches inhabit these woods… the creatures are their pets and they abduct people and use their bones for the brews.”

“Psh. Boring.” Jeff throws a stick into the fire.

“It’s not witches, though. You know that old building right at the edge of the woods?”

“The Satanic Church?” Shauna asks.

“The… I mean yes, but it’s not… it’s not actually a satanic church is it?” Colin is thrown off.

“No, that’s true.”

“What? No way.

“Yeah. It is a Satanic Church or something but they’re nice, ya know. They, like, donate food to the homeless and stuff. They’re good people.” Shauna kicks a few leaves at her feet.

“Oh.” Colin sinks into his folding chair. “Well never mind then.” He crosses his arms and sits in silence.

This is a bummer of a camping trip for all of them it seems. They don’t last much longer, with Shauna and Jeff retiring early to the tent while Colin stays in his chair to watch the fire go out and having to listen to the two of them screw around. He’s not particularly happy with being the third wheel but this time alone makes it all the worth it. He starts to doze off as the night drags on, the fire taking its time… or is something keeping it alight? No, no… that’s Colin’s creeped out brain talking. It’s definitely because they put an ungodly amount of lighter fluid onto the firewood.

A twig snaps in the distance that makes Colin’s hair stand on end. His surroundings are pitch black except for the fire. Wide awake now but he’s sure it’s nothing. That is… until he hears more rustling that only grows closer and closer with each passing second.

“Hello?”

Dead silence.

Colin sinks further into his camping chair and returns his gaze to the fire. A few peaceful moments pass.

And then he sees it. A pair of glowing eyes from the darkness right by the tent. He blinks and they’re gone, only for his attention to be diverted to the tent rustling with the wind. Or so he thinks. Colin watches as the tent is ripped open in front of him, blood spattering onto his glasses. His chair tips over as he screams, the sounds of flesh tearing and his friends’ gurgles filling the night air around them. He scrambles to his feet and makes the mistake of looking behind him.

He’s never seen anything like this. True terror.

The creature roars, its claws and snout bloodied from eating poor Shauna and Jeff. Their bones crunch beneath the beast’s feet, fur blowing in the gentle wind of the night. Its eyes are fixated on Colin, stalking closer to him. It’s on hind legs Colin chokes on his own breath, his chest tight and he turns on heel to run. Despite having a head start, he can hear the monster’s thundering paws against the ground growing closer and closer. Tears run down his face, taking frantic breaths and babbling prayers to save him from the certain doom that is gaining on him.

This is so fucked up.

You angrily stomp onto a branch, crushing it beneath your heel. It’s been hours of you shouting and wandering throughout the woods, completely off the beat and path that you are used to. The usual comforting sounds of the forest at night send chills down your spine. He’s out there. Hunting. Stalking his unknowing prey. You think back to when you were his prey and how that night changed your life. It’s hard to think that it’s already been a month since then. The time was spent getting to know Secondo, fitting yourself into his busy life as Papa and yet — the two of you have never discussed what brought you together.

The Beast.

It had lept off the roof like it was nothing and tore off into the night with inhuman speed. Mid-transformation and all. Perhaps what struck you the most is that it did not even look back at you. Unfounded jealousy could not be contained. Shouldn’t he want to be with you? Even as a bloodthirsty beast? Worst of all, he could be eating someone right now and not in the fun way.

You’ve searched for hours but haven’t come across anything. No tracks, no fur — certainly no screams for help. Hope dwindles. Last ditch effort. You plant your feet on the ground and bring your hands up to your mouth as you howl. You feel foolish but there is nothing else to try. The woods are too large for you to search alone and you are starting to feel the chill of the night in your bones. Another howl explodes from your throat, sounding desperate and raw. You just want him back home with you so he doesn’t hurt anybody. Yes. That’s the main reason. Not that you keep getting cockblocked, this time by the MOON, and if you don’t get to fuck Secondo soon you might explode. Not that at all. You lean against a nearby tree and give it one last shot, one more yowl from deep in your chest.

The monster’s ears prick up, eyes widening and pupils dilated while still remaining fixed on his prey. Colin runs directly into a tree, smashing his nose in the process and stumbles to the ground. He gives a pathetic screech, scrambling backwards but he backs against the solid tree trunk. It snarls and gets on all fours, its cackles raising and snarling deep in its throat. This is it. This is the end. It opens its mouth, bloodstained teeth glistening in the dim light of the moon, and he can feel the foul stench of the beast’s breath in his nostrils. Colin squeezes his eyes shut and presses himself into the tree as far as he possibly can, bracing himself for his fate. There’s more howling off in the distance that makes his blood run cold. He can’t believe he’s going to die on this miserable camping trip — he didn’t even want to go, but was convinced half-heartedly by Jeff. Oh, poor Jeff and Shauna… Colin is babbling crazily to himself when his own morbid curiosity forces him to peek open one eye.

He’s alone.

The wind changes, whipping and whistling. The hair on the back of your neck stands up straight. You shudder but force yourself to walk into the nearby clearing, a full view of the moon. There’s eye on you, you can feel it. Bushes rustle, twigs snap, and something rumbles behind you. Turning around — it’s there and it looks worried. Brows are knitted, head tilted and one ear up while the other is flopped down. It’s almost cute… until you notice the blood smeared along its snout and down its chest. Guilt twists in your stomach. You are too late.

The monster… Secondo inches closer, giving a dramatic huff to pull you from your thoughts. Blinking, you reach out to him, offering your hand. Is this even a good idea? There’s always a chance he could… even after him claiming you. Always quick to assume the worst, you offer a sigh of relief as he presses the side of his face into your palm. His fur is impossibly soft, fingers combing through down his thick neck. The Beast moves in closer, affectionately pressing his head against your chest. You’re overwhelmed with a sense of love for him as your arms curl around him, buried deep in his fur.

“Stay with me tonight. Please.” The words spill out of you, a desperate plea. You’re nearly trembling now that he’s here in your arms and you won’t let go. Not now. Not ever. Secondo whines against your chest, huffs and sweeps you off of your feet. You tumble against his chest as cradles you in his arms and sinks down to the ground. He has your back pinned against his chest, fuzzy arms curled around you and your head tucked beneath his chin. “Ohhhh.” You can’t help it, an immense feeling of comfort and safety washing over you. Warmth spreads deep in your core, face flushed and you wiggle further into his grasp. His heartbeat starts to slow, breathing growing deeper until the snores start.

Sleep takes you both.

You wake up in Secondo’s strong arms wrapped tightly around you, his hips sleepily rocking into you, his half hard cock against your backside. This is new. A soft sigh leaves your lips as you stir beside him. He growls in your ear, his teeth just grazing your lobe and he grinds into you. Hands press against your chest, fingers tips just at your throat as his tongue slithers along your neck. Fuck. You huff, arousal growing deep inside you, and wriggle in his grasp, turning your head to see him. His eyes still glow a faint yellow but that’s all you’re able to see before he crashes his mouth against yours, one of his large hands cradling the side of your face. It’s frantic, messy, like he can’t get enough of you and your taste. There’s blood on his lips and you taste it on his tongue, moaning into the kiss as you continue to squirm your body in his tight grasp. He pulls away, his eyes wide once your chest to chest with him but his hands roam all over your body, grabbing and pinching as his hips continue to cant forward, cock throbbing against your stomach. Secondo’s paint is smeared with red dried blood around his lips and more trails down his thick chest hair. There’s nothing but love and lust in his eyes behind the yellow glow.

“Little bird…” Ragged breath, almost a whine. “Need you so badly.” Secondo buries his face in your neck, biting you hard enough to leave a bruise. Hurts so good. A jolt courses through your body, his bite igniting something primal within you. His hand drops from your face and grabs your hip, fingers pressing hard into where he marked you beneath the fabric of your sweatshirt. You shudder beneath him and start to feverishly tug your shirt up. An animalistic growl rips from him as he pins you to the soft, wet ground and lowers himself to mouth along the scars from his jagged teeth on your newly revealed abdomen. Arching your back, you push your sweats and under down while he trails kisses along your stomach, hungry eyes meeting yours. Secondo rides your sweatshirt up even further, nipping and licking up your stomach and moves his large hands to cup you by the ribs.

“Fuck.” You gasp as his mouth closes around your nipple, sucking the tender flesh with a groan. Pants around your ankles, you kick them off and part them so he can slot himself between you, his cock angled to slide along your slick folds. Blood and paint smears along your breasts as he buries his face between them, his groan vibrating through your chest. Secondo tips his head up to look at you and he’s completely wrecked already, eyelids heavy and eyes glazed over in pure bliss. Your one hand rests on his cheek, thumb wiping away some of his paint and he essentially purrs, shifting up your body so he can look into your eyes and settle himself between your legs. “Fill me. Fill me, please.” You pant into his ear then nibble on the shell of it with a whine.

Secondo can hardly contain himself, a husky groan pouring from his chest. He guides the tip of his cock to your entrance and moves his hand to dig into your ass as he pushes himself inside. Your walls flex around him, fingernails digging into his shoulders, your eyes squeezing shut and lips parting in a silent moan as he deliciously fills you. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It’s him but he’s in **some sort of in between, not quite Papa and not quite the Beast — but all passion. Even when the Beast took you, he didn’t have this look in his eye like you’re all that matters, all that ever mattered. Devotion. You’re high off of it. Every thrust is a step closer to oblivion. You bury your face against him, drinking him in as you plant wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down his neck.

This is where you’re meant to be. This is where you were always meant to end up. Your destiny.

You climax rips through you, crying out as you see stars and clench around his thick cock. A savage growl and Secondo’s right there with you, filling you up just as you asked him to. He turns to you, his forehead pressed against yours and a hand cupping your cheek as he pants. A moment passes, the both of you catches your breath before he gives you a tender kiss and climbs to his feet.

You sit up and run your fingers through your hair to brush the leaves out of it. There’s a chill in your bones but you instantly warm up as he reaches out to you to help you off the ground. A sleepy smile on his face, content in a way you’ve never seen him before. You can’t help but smile as you take his hand and he tugs you to your feet with ease, draping his arm around your waist.

“Eh… next time we will use the bed, si?”

“Yeah… yeah, next time. Like later today?”

[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: You all voted on this poll, and this poll, and this poll, and THIS poll and after a LOT of voting (again) , I present you this :) Just wanna give some credit where credit is due- my friend Kai (pseudonym) ,my wifey fr, wrote this alongside me- I love her sm 🥰 . Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): Childhood friends to lovers trope, mentions of alcohol, hangovers, blacking out, maybe some inaccuracies idk man, reader is letting loose (not an alcoholic, just taking a well deserved break), reader is 21, reader is a Hydro catalyst, cursing, reader is said to have cherry red lips, reader’s nickname is Raindrop, Diluc kisses reader on the cheek while asleep, reader is GN but written with f!reader in mind.

Pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x GN!Reader

Monstadt City was a welcoming and familiar sight to you, having traveled around all of Teyvat as you had always dreamed of this was your first time returning home in years. You were most definitely accomplished in life, discovering new plants and creatures as you went along your journey- so renowned that the Akademiya asked you to provide a lecture to aspiring students there. You loved your job, always fascinated by the thrill of discovering something new, or just seeing more of the world you living in, yet you couldn’t deny the buzz you felt as you crossed the familiar bridge that led to the gates of Monstadt City.  

You hadn’t been home since you were probably 14 or 15 years old- and you were excited to see your friends again. But you were also exhausted. So, you decided to get some food before you found an inn to stay at. After reconnecting with some of the passersby, you were directed to Angel’s Share.  

You enter the rustic building, welcoming the essence of Monstadt- as you’ve always grown up hearing, Monstadt was known for its taste in beverages. You walk over to the counter and Charles- an old friend of yours- greets you with a wide smile.  

“Hey! It’s been a while!” He smiles warmly, just as he always had when you both were young. “What brings you back here after so long?” 

You rub the back of your neck sheepishly and respond softly “I was feeling a little homesick- and I came back to celebrate my 21st birthday.” You smile. “And since I can legally drink...  I’m here to get wasted.” Your grin following the statement was downright evil.  

Charles raises an eyebrow, but you continue your tangent. “And since the Angel’s Share seems so popular around here... I figured I’d give it a try.” 

Charles sighs, deciding to keep a mental note to find and escort you to the nearest inn – hangover was going to be a bitch when you woke up the next morning.  

“So...whatcha got?” You ask with a coy smile on your face. 

You were exhausted from a long journey and even though you denied it, you worked from dusk till dawn, 24/7 - breaks weren’t exactly in your vocabulary. So, there weren’t any problems in letting lose a little, right? 

“Well... we have Dandelion Wine- you haven’t fully been to Monstadt without it.” Charles says, smiling a little. It was good to have you back. 

You slide a few hundred Mora across the counter, grinning widely, excited to try the rare and exquisite local wine. 

After pouring numerous liquids together, the man you grew up with slides the cocktail across the counter, to your waiting fingers.  

Needless to say, that was the first of many drinks that night.  

*** 

Charles had found an inn for you that night- giving his shift over to a very...charismatic man by the name of Six Fingered José, a man who was more than happy to take over Charles’ shift as he found you a place to sleep for the night. The innkeeper was kind, understanding of your situation and agreed that they would collect the hospitality fee once you had finished your stay. 

Leaving you to your own devices, Charles gave you a well-meaning side hug before wishing you a belated birthday and told you to take care of yourself and get some rest.  

You didn’t.  

It was late at night, and you couldn’t sleep. Mind still clouded from the buzz of alcohol in your system, you decided to go outside and get some fresh air.  

That was your first mistake.  

You step outside of the inn, drunk, but not as wasted as before, making a mental note to thank Charles for finding an inn while keeping you safe. There was a nice bench right by the inn, so you decided to sit and breathe in the night sky. 

Your thoughts trail off to your friends, the ones you studied and trained with. There was Lisa, who was like an older sister to you, the woman in question taught you almost everything you knew growing up and was the one who had helped you find your interest in botany and adventure. 

There was Amber, a good friend of yours who always knew where to find the best food in Monstadt, her bubbly and daring personality was wonderful when you were training, but maybe a slight hindrance when it came to academics. 

Kaeya was a good friend of yours as well- his sense of humor was certainly never boring. His flirty offhand comments may have always provoked an eyeroll of two from you, but it was all in good nature. You personally thought it was hilarious how almost every woman in Monstadt City fawned over someone as arrogant as him. But his brother... 

Breaking you out of your thoughts, you hear something in the distance. Heavy footsteps, and low growling. 

Shit. 

What was a mitachurl doing in the middle of Monstadt City?! 

And of course, only now, does your drunken brain slow down, and you sit there, dumbfounded, unable to do anything, your instincts and internal alertness numbed by the rush of alcohol in your system.  

And finally, when the beast is close enough that you can smell its pungent breath, your mind springs back into sobriety- your book materializing behind you as you try to form droplets of water to protect yourself.  

All you manage to do is send it back a few feet before passing out – the strength sapped out of you immediately.  

But before the world turns to black, you hear a deep yet familiar voice yell out “Time for retribution!”  

*** 

You wake up with a pounding headache and groan before you feel a set of eyes on you. 

Red eyes, to be exact. Beautiful scarlet ones, with the same intense fire and power they held all those years ago.  

“Diluc.” You breathe, your insides flooding with embarrassment, gratitude and bittersweetness all at the same time.  

He nods, his mouth remaining a straight line- but you notice the ends quirk up when he calls you by your old nickname. “Hello Droplet.” 

Your heart warms at the familiarity, but then your groan again, another wave of nausea rolls through you- signaling the arrival of your hangover.  

“I really shouldn’t have downed so many glasses of wine last night.” 

Diluc raises an eyebrow, running his fingertips lightly across your forehead, which sends butterflies to your stomach, distracting you from the pain.  

“I’ll retrieve a glass of water for you.” He says, running a strand of your hair between his fingers before turning to leave, shutting the door gently.

Filling up a glass of water, he returns only to see you fast asleep- dead as a rock.

He chuckles as he brushes the hair from your face, smiling softly. Only you could to this to him. Even after so many years, only his Droplet could make his heart clench and a smile stretch across his usual permanent scowl.

He squeezes your hand gently and he glances at your lips, his face grows hot as he stares at the fresh cherry color of your lips. 

It’s been so long since he taken in your beauty, he continues to stare at you lovingly.  He kisses your cheek tenderly and gently while you sleep peacefully. 

If only you knew how much he had missed you when you were gone.

To think this all started from a few glasses of Dandelion Wine.

[markrosewater]

Hi, Mark! Attempting once again to invoke the rite of (belated) birthday trivia!

Specifically, I wish to know more about my beloved Gnome Champion, Tetzin (or, more broadly, gnomes within Ixalan and/or beyond)

The Myr were originally Gnomes, but Brady (Dommermuth) thought Gnomes were a poor fit for Mirrodin. I said, “well, I need a lovable artifact creature type” and he made Myr.

Happy Birthday!

[mysterygothmoth]

Made this for @o-bromio, my beloved friend and biggest creature of them all. Happy belated birthday <3

[self-shipfromtheeast]

This is a bit belated due to an unexpected irl situation, but I still wanted to finish strong and wish @candyheartedchy a happy birthday! Glad you had a fun time with your plans! 😊

Selene is a pastry chef/cake decorator by trade, plus I love the semi-canon idea that SB can only make Krabby Patties when he cooks. So he naturally commissions his friend Selene to make ‘the prettiest birthday cake for the prettiest creature in the sea!’

[venusandsaturnsrings]

VENUS IM BACK!! LIKE A WEEK BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY (it's the 24th!!)

I present inceltaru with ANGEL GF <333

Incel childe how just things you're the cutest thing!! Ofc just because ur an angel doesn't mean you're free from his sinful thoughts<33 ugh he's such a little freak that he researches angels mating habits so he knows what signs to look for:((( definitely not so he can fuel his little fantasies in a more accurate way!! He would never!!! Imagine him reeling when you ask him to preen you're wings cause it's only something mate's do</33 he's SO hard at the thought of being your beloved mate that it hurts!!<33 the purrs you let out when he preens you're wings aren't helping either:(( all he can think about is just pushing you down and fucking you :((( ofc he wouldn't do that without you're permission, BUT!! Later when he's done with preening you're feathers and being the perfect little doting mate he's watching angels be fucked stupid on different sites <333 he likes imaging its you while pumping his cock while you sleep all curled up on his bed!!

Ugh bringing back his filthy panty stealing habit he just snatches them right out of your basket when you're distracted (they're all cute and frilly!! Ofc you don't know what it does to him </33) imagine him slipping in some aphrodisiacs into you're food cause angels don't rlly go into heat :(( he just thinks you look soooo cute all sobbing and needy <333 he can't help but playing and teasing you're pretty pussy for hours on end not letting you come until he sits your cute cubby body on his face for him to eat out!! When he's finally had enough of you're juices (he could never have enough but his cock is painfully hard, and he's cum once untouched!!) he starts to fuck ur fat pussy the right way, praising you for being such a good girl<333 he def creampies you cause he just wants you're cute little chubby belly full of his kids!! I forget to mention the amount of marks he leaves to show others you're HIS pretty little angel and no one elses!! He definitely messes with the base of you're wigs to get you all whiney from how sensitive they are on aphrodisiacs :(((

-chubby darling anon!!

WAHHHH OH HOW IVE MISSED YOU… omg!! birthday!! i love birthdays :3 i love festivities and balloons and cake and confetti and sprinkles!! you better have had a super duper awesome birthday OR ELSE!! happy one week belated birthday :3 but… my god… your brain is huge… angel girl and yucky inceltaru :((

any sort of creature or hybrid has the blood rushing lower in his body but, he admittedly has a soft (hard?) spot for pretty angels. put the prettiest little angel ever in front of him? he’s a goner. now, have that little angel be absolutely fascinated by him? double whammy, he’s done for.

the soft and nearly iridescent feathers of your wings called out to his mind and hands incessantly. with fluffy down at the base, it was difficult to repress his constant need to mess with the soft surface. Ajax eyed them up day and night while flicking through various adult videos or books divulging the mating habits of angels. if he became your mate, he’d get to care for you constantly which includes getting his dick wet AND petting your wings. what does he truly have to lose? so when you approach him shyly following your afternoon nap requesting he preen your wings, he thinks he’s died and finally gone to heaven alongside you. yet, he sits himself down and fixes up all your feathers. the little hums and whines you let out do nothing to settle the raging boner he’s developed yet he can't find himself wanting to stop; you're just too cute to resist.

later, you request his assistance nesting. with your fluttering lashes and doe eyes the idea of declining doesn't even cross his mind lest crystalline tears fall; that's something he looks forward to seeing when he finally splits you open for the first time. he brings you an infinite source of soft toys and blanks to cozy up in yet you still request some of his clothes to add to the pile under the pretense of wanting his smell to linger. cheeks thoroughly flushed, he hands you a couple hoodies and shirts to bury in the already large nest you've built. the satisfied noise you make upon deeming the nest complete has his heart about to burst from his chest. you're just too cute and you don't even seem to know it!! that said, since you've taken some of his favourite pieces of clothing, it's only fair he steals some of yours, right? sure, his plans are significantly more lewd but he's a man that regularly thinks with his dick more than his head. his favourite panties are always the ones in sweet pastel colours with pretty bows. your pussy most certainly would be a present so a bow suits the piece of clothing. Ajax always makes sure to aim right for the crotch, where your entrance would sit, when he finishes.

angels sure are interesting beings! being monogamous mates and sharing similar habits with other creatures that have heat and rut cycles, one would assume you'd have one as well, but angels are beings with a biological duty of sorts and consequently don't have any such cycles. Ajax isn't opposed to manipulating your body and needs to the slightest degree so if aphrodisiacs are what it takes to finally fully have you, he won't turn away at the idea. he justifies it as simply appealing to a biological process you sadly don't have!! it's no crime to finish what your body had already started.

every morning he lets you take care of the cooking while preparing a glass of juice for you. this particular morning, he had chosen orange juice due to the opaque nature disguising any cloudiness made by the drug; he does have brain cells. with eyes low over his glasses, he watches as you eagerly drink the beverage, feet lightly kicking underneath the table and a smile playing on your lips. you really are too sweet for your own good, he thinks. it takes mere minutes for the warmth to build up in your body and the slick to gather in your panties. your eyebrows are furrowed with short pants of breath leaving you mouth. Ajax plays the caring mate roll perfectly, asking if you're alright and gently touching your forehead with the back of his hand. even that slightest bit of contact has you keening and begging him to keep touching you exactly the way you both want. he's quick to scoop you up and place you back in the sweet nest of your own creation while murmuring promises of taking care of you. long fingers slide your panties off your hips and drool drops from his mouth onto your stomach at the sight of the spider web like strings of arousal clinging from your cunt to the flimsy cotton. thoughts and rationality left behind, he dives into your pussy slurping and sucking on every part he can. Ajax nibbles gently at your lips, clit, and thighs just to hear you sob more for him; these are the tears he wanted to see. he takes time easing you to orgasm after orgasm on his face until the wetness against the front of his boxers becomes unbearable to which he shucks them off in favour of slowly rubbing his tip back and forth between your folds. he soothes your watery cries with his own mouth as he sinks into you slowly. the aphrodisiac did its job in getting you needy but certainly couldn't bypass just how tight you are around him. he's, regretfully, anything but slow while he fucks you. it's your first time but he knows you need it hard. with fingers playing at the base of your wings, he fucks your velveteen hole with vigor only matched by agression you see in one of his big gaming matches. it's sloppy and harsh but enough to finish you both off quickly and oh, how you've fallen in love with the sensation of being bred so very full.

[puddle-nerd]

Our Sweet Paysyul

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

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

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

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

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

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Toruk Makto.

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

He was here! In person! His mate too!

Your younger self would be giggling in utter joy.

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

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

You smirked to yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Same Day – Later

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

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

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

Lo’ak had been born shortly thereafter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Could it have been the same one he met?

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

Jake felt himself sigh in relieved happiness at that.

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

And with an unmated Omega calling to their senses?

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

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

And so were you.

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

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

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

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

Neytiri grinned to herself.

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

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

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

Was it because you were an Omega?

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

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

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

Oh… not many had asked you that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your parents.

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

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

Ah, straight and to the point then…

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

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

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

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

It was worth it if it was for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sex Scene

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

Alpha scents.

Both of them – ones you knew well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were finally close.

So, fucking close.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The kids.

You flushed.

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

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

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

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

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

His pupils dilated at that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then again.

And again.

And again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[the-insouciant-scientist]

A happy belated birthday to @velvetlinedbox !! Meant to get this up yesterday but got very busy skvdksbs. Anyways drops this at your feet and runs away like some sort of creature and/or critter