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perlelune · 18 days
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Play with Fire | Feyd-Rautha
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Your secret tryst with the na-Baron should have ended the moment you returned to your betrothed on Caladan. And it would have, if your lover was willing to let you go.
Warnings: NON-CON, Knife Play, Blood Play, Breeding Kink, Jealousy, Cheating, Blackmail, Murder, Slight Paul Atreides x Reader, Incest
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
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A raspy moan erupts from Feyd-Rautha’s throat as your slick walls squeeze around his hard cock. Your head tosses back, pleasure swirling through your core. Your nails rake across his sculpted, ivory chest and he purrs. You bury them in his flesh, scattering crimson lines across his skin. His hands curl around your hips as he thrusts into you more vigorously. You dig your heels into the rumpled sheets, your mind blanking as his pelvis massages your bundle of nerves.
You chew on your lip, willing yourself to be more quiet. The most arduous task considering the mind-blowing sensations coursing through your heated flesh. Your reputation hinges upon it. If anyone brushed past the na-Baron’s chambers and recognized your voice…you would be ruined. 
What a lewd picture the two of you must paint from afar. You, a proper lady from a noble house of Caladan, riding Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen’s cock with wanton abandon, your dress bunched around you, sweat glistening off your panting frame. The Harkonnen heir-designate is in quite a disheveled state himself, grunting below you, his dark gaze hazy with lust. 
“You are a goddess, my darling,” he lauds.
The echo of his gruff baritone ripples across your skin. Feral need bleeds from his words, his ravenous gaze riveted to your writhing form above him. It’s evident the na-Baron is basking in this sight, his tongue flicking through his lips every once in a while. The trail of his dusky eyes goes from your bouncing chest to your entrance, greedily sucking every inch of his length.
“Then fuck me like a god would,” you dare him with a smug smile. A risky move, particularly considering how deep inside you he already is, pulling broken moans from you each time his taut hips meet yours. But you want to push his buttons even more, see how far you can take it. 
Grazing the flickering candlelight isn’t enough. You want a blazing inferno to engulf you whole. 
You cock your eyebrow and sneer, “I expected more from such a great warrior.” You grab the long silver dagger lying beside him. Feyd-Rautha hardly goes anywhere without a deadly weapon nearby. His bed is no different. You push the tip against his throat. “Fuck me as if your life depended on it, na-Baron…because it does.” 
Most men would cower at such words. But Feyd-Rautha isn’t most men. A wild glint of excitement blooms in his orbs. His throat bobs, a look of satisfaction so intense crossing his features, you wonder if he’ll spill himself inside you right at that moment. 
He welcomes the threat upon his life like the most wondrous gift, making no move to shirk away from the sharp edge kissing his throat. Bliss decorates his features as you nick him in various spots with the blade, lingering so he feels every ounce of the sting when his flesh is sliced. Your blade curves meticulous patterns in his ivory flesh, drawing raspy moans and elated growls from him. You spread your hand across his chest, pressing your palm into the fresh wounds. Dark blood is smeared across his pale chest. The na-Baron moans at your touch, the pain delighting him. He embraces it as much as the pleasure. Perhaps even more.
He accepts the challenge you give him. A squeal shoots through your lips as he flips your bodies, forcing you on your stomach. He pushes the flowing fabric of your dress up until your dripping folds are bare to him. A shiver of anticipation courses through you when his thick tip presses against your weeping entrance. The blade slips through your fingers, a soundless scream parting from your throat when he slams his cock into you from behind. 
The metallic taste of your own blood rains on your tongue when you bite your lip, confining every sound fighting to be unleashed. He wraps his hand around your nape, shoving your head into the mattress, allowing you no time to gather your breath. Each of his thrusts is brutal and unforgiving. He ruins your walls without a care. You find yourself almost wishing you didn’t agitate the beast inside him. Almost. If the sinful dance of torment and bliss weren’t so entrancing, perhaps you would regret it. 
His muscular frame covers yours. His scorching breath glosses over the back of your neck as he inquires, “Does my cock meet your high standards, my Lady?”
Your chest heaves as you whimper underneath him. You are so delirious with both pain and pleasure that it’s hard to even think coherent words, let alone utter them. Feyd tears you from your haze with a pointed pinch on your swollen bundle of nerves, making you cry out.
“It’s…a-adequate, my Lord,” you stutter between panting breaths. 
“Just adequate?” he scoffs. “Well, this will not do.”
Determined to have you choke on every taunt you threw at him, the na-Baron isn’t satisfied until you’re passed out underneath him. He finds his release as your walls spasm around him. Even as you’re on the cusp of collapse, you urge him to pull out, coaxing him to spill himself over your belly. A sliver of annoyance passes over his features before he surrenders to your wishes. Relief fills you when his warm, sticky seed coats your stomach.
You doubt your fiancé would respond well to you returning with a Harkonnen bastard growing in your womb.
As you wipe yourself with a damp cloth on the edge of the bed, you inform, “My mother and I are returning to Caladan tomorrow.” He doesn’t acknowledge you at first, sitting with his leg bent, completely unabashed in his nakedness. You let your gaze roam over his smooth, hairless muscled flesh. It’s a pleasant sight, one you commit to memory. You’ve enjoyed your time with the na-Baron. And not only did you enjoy yourself, you’ve shed the fear you harbored regarding your wedding night. You loathed the idea of being some shivering, terrified maiden before your husband. You long for more. Giving pleasure but also receiving it. Reciprocity. 
Feyd’s head turns. His alabaster face betrays no emotion. He observes, “This was a brief trip.” He tilts his head. “Must I expect your next visit to end as swiftly?”
Mirth tugs the corners of your lips skyward. You crawl towards him.
“There will be no more visits.”
His  jaw ticks.
“Is that so?”
You cup his cheek and state, “I am to be married soon.”
A hint of possessiveness flashes across his stony features. Subtle, but there nonetheless. You’ve learnt to decipher the minute shifts in his expression in the two weeks you have spent on Giedi Prime.
He snickers.
“To some lesser man, I reckon.”
You bend over his shoulder. A teasing lilt sneaks into your voice.
“Are you seized by jealousy, my lord, consumed with burning rage at the thought of another man touching me in the ways you have…” Your lips graze his earshell. “Perhaps even being inside me?”
His hand shoots out to clasp around your throat. 
“Jealousy is for the weak,” he grates, his cheek pulsing. You smirk. Stoking the flames of his ire often yields…interesting results.
“Then does that make you your weakness, na-Baron?” you jest boldly.
The hand around your throat tightens, impeding your airways. A whine escapes through your lips. He hauls you off the bed and shoves you onto the floor.
“Darling…” he warns, his grip around your neck unwavering. “You speak too much when your mouth should be full of me. On your knees.”
You scowl at his imperious inflection but comply regardless. This is your last encounter with Feyd-Rautha. The last time you bend to his whims. While you’re not fond of his tone, you can discard your disgruntlement for a brief time. 
You wrap your fingers around his length. Your dauntless gaze rises to meet his as you start planting kisses along the dark, swollen tip of his pale cock.
“Your wish is my command, my Lord na-Baron,” you whisper teasingly.
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You never expected to entertain a secret affair with Feyd-Rautha of all men. For the entirety of your girlhood, you heard horror stories about the Harkonnen, how ruthless and cruel they are, how their wasteland of a planet is a cold, inhospitable rock. 
So when your mother announced the two of you would be going on a diplomatic trip to Giedi Prime, you weren’t thrilled. In fact, fear surged through you that day. You kept picturing some awful thing happening as soon as you landed. You thought it to be a punishment, and wondered if perhaps you had offended Leto Atreides and his family in some form without realizing it.
However your parents explained the idea stemmed from a clumsy attempt at quelling the long-standing rivalry between House Atreides and House Harkonnen. Keep those tensions from building into an all-out interstellar war.
While Duke Leto Atreides will not risk his son’s life for a last ditch attempt at peace, the lives of members of a House Minor who swore him allegiance many years ago are more…expendable you suppose. 
It is how you, daughter of an Earl with close ties to house Atreides, found yourself on Giedi Prime. Your father voiced his hopes that your sweet disposition would rub off on Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen as he bid you goodbye. 
Perhaps that plan worked a bit too well. 
You barely understood how it happened. How your path and Feyd-Rautha’s collided in such an...unexpected way. 
It all started the day you watched him - admired him truly - through your binoculars as he performed in the gladiator arena. That day, a hundred doors opened up inside you, each clamoring to be crossed. Like a castle brimming with rooms you never explored. 
The spectacle of death should have repulsed you. Instead, you found his bellicose dance over the sand as the crowd cheered him on fascinating. You were unable to tear your gaze away that day. Inexplicably drawn to something twisted and sick you shouldn’t crave, yet did anyway. You found yourself wondering if those deft, pale fingers are as apt with…other things as they are with blades. It kept you awake at night and obliterated every other thought. How he’d be like. What he tasted like. What it would take to coax out that ferocity you saw in the arena in wildly different circumstances. That strange, irresistible force kept pulling you into his orbit.
So one day, you surrendered to it and snuck into his chambers, offering him your maidenhood. And he took it without hesitation.
In a life in which every decision is made for you, either by your mother, or your father or the Bene Gesserit…It is freeing to finally make a choice for yourself, one that only serves you and not the ends of a mysterious sisterhood whose obscure prophecies mean nothing to you.
However, while you have plucked a modicum of gratification from this affair, it must end. For not only are you spoken for but, during your time on Giedi Prime, you have borne witness to the depth of the na-Baron’s heartlessness. 
While you admire his prowess in the arena, you resent his disregard for human life. You’ve trembled as you watched him slaughter servants to test the sharpness of his weapons, slice a cook’s throat for bringing him a meal he found under-seasoned or not warm enough, gut innocent bystanders simply because he had the impulse to do it. 
Feyd-Rautha is a mercurial beast. A prime example of the Harkonnens’ capacity for unprovoked, gratuitous violence. 
Therefore a flurry of comfort flows you through at the prospect that you’ll be going home soon, back to Caladan’s familiar, flourishing landscapes. Whatever thrill the affair elicited before is beginning to wear off. You long to be home and return to your fiancé.
However that sense of peace crumbles when you return to your chambers that night and find your mother waiting for you on the bed. You smooth out the wrinkles in your dress. It’s useless. The evidence must be all over you because she stomps in your direction, a wild look of rage distorting her usually demure features.
“Have you lost your sanity?” she roars.
You shake your head, feigning ignorance.
“Mother, I have no idea-”
It’s not until the sharp ringing of your mother’s palm flying across your face fills your ears that you realize that she just hit you, the searing sting of pain spreading belatedly. Almost like time stood still in the crux of that instant, leashed by your shock and disbelief. Your mother has never laid hands on you before. Not even once.
Your wide eyes find hers.
She shakes a berating finger at you.
“Do not lie to me, child. How many kinds of an idiot do you believe me to be?” Your mouth shudders as you clutch your throbbing cheek. The strength with which your mother struck you still pulses right below your fingertips. “You even reek of his foul stench. My own flesh and blood…smelling like a filthy Harkonnen whore.”
Your face burns, from both pain and shame.
“You foolish girl.” Her gaze narrows as she leans back, gulping a wide lungful before speaking again. “After your father and I moved the heavens to secure a worthy match for you?” She shakes her head. “You are lucky we are leaving tomorrow and that your father will not hear a word of this.” She pauses, sadness and disgust tinging her tone. “You were such a sweet, kind little girl, so curious and clever, always clinging to my skirts…” Your mother sighs. “So dutiful. What mistake did I make in raising you for you to become such an utter disappointment?”
Your heart shrinks under her accusing glare. A sheet of guilt pervades you as you fall silent, finding no word to stand up to your mother. She is right. Reality crashes over you. You were in a haze, a lust-driven fog. Now you’re wide awake, as if a bucket of freezing water was poured over you. You have besmirched yourself and your house, tossing away your virtue for…what? Ephemeral moments of delight. The more you mull over your actions, the more you realize how impulse-driven and dangerous they were…that all of it was a mistake. 
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Your mother’s words drop a hot stone of shame in the pit of your stomach, one that remains lodged inside you even as you land on Caladan. Not a single word is exchanged between the two of you in the brief time you sit together in the starship transporting you back home. Instead, a heavy silence rife with animosity fills the air. 
You’re grateful Feyd-Rautha is notably absent the day of your departure. You don’t have the fortitude to peer at him, face your mistakes. And it’s what he is. The walking, breathing embodiment of your mistakes.
So in the ephemeral span of time required for time and space to fold and bring you back home, you sink back into your role of virtuous and demure lady of your house.
As you and your parents disembark, you let your eyes soak in Caladan’s beautiful landscapes. Lush, green plains fill your sight, their familiarity sending a wave of calm through you. Finally, you’re home. Light-years away from bloodthirsty warriors and caliginous planets with blotted skies rife with smoke and pollution. You are ready to bury the entire ordeal behind you and return to normalcy.
Expectedly, the Atreides clan is there to welcome you and your parents back home.
A small smile appears on Paul’s face when your gaze lands on him. Your stomach knots as you return it. He can never learn what occurred on Giedi Prime. That secret will follow you to your grave. You approach him, pointedly ignoring your mother’s sizzling stare.
Her apprehension permeates through you even from where you are. There can be no other mistakes. 
Your match with Paul Atreides must be a success. For both your house’s sake and the safe continuation of the Bene Gesserit’s breeding program. The pinnacle of centuries of scheming and puppeteering from the shadows. Your mother impressed it upon you many times over the years. How the purity of the bloodlines must be preserved. How all of it serves to bring humanity closer to its age of enlightenment. And while you are not so conceited to believe you will bring forth the long-awaited Kwisatz Aderach…you understand your role in producing an offspring that perhaps may nudge the sisterhood closer to that goal. 
You suppress the tremor in your hand as your cousin plucks your hand to kiss the back of it. 
“May we walk together for some time?” he inquires. 
Relief swells inside you. Chatting away from prying ears is a welcome prospect, the combined scrutinies of both your families flaring your nerves. You can even feel Lady Jessica’s attention on you now. What if your mother’s half-sister saw right through you? Your aunt’s sharp Bene Gesserit’s senses have always stirred a vague unease within you. Today even more so, as you choke on so many secrets you can barely breathe.
“With pleasure,” you respond, accepting his hand as he guides you away from the welcoming committee. 
The two of you engage in a tranquil stroll across the grassy field. 
“I trust your journey went well, cousin,” Paul says.
Flashes of torrid nights spent in a bed you shouldn’t be in force their way inside your mind. You quell the pesky memories, your brows knitting. 
You coax a demure smile onto your features.
“It was a…learning opportunity. One I wholly embraced.” 
Naturally, you spare your soon-to-be husband the details of what it is you learned and with who.
Your fiancé nods. 
“It sounds delightful.” His green eyes soften as he mumbles, “You were missed.”
“By you, my Lord?” you beam, happiness fluttering through you.
Over the last few months, since the official announcement of your betrothal, your fondness for Paul grew the more time you two shared. The crush you harbored for him as a child blossomed into more, his kindness and nobility of heart winning you over. But you never expected him to reciprocate those feelings. 
A hint of pink dusts Paul’s cheeks. Straightening his spine, he clears his throat.
“Many…including myself,” he answers evasively.
Your smile widens. “I would hope my betrothed noticed my absence.”
Warmth rushes through you as replies, his tone dropping, “It was definitely noticed, my Lady.”
He suddenly falls quiet. Thoughts seem to lurk in his mind, causing a deep frown to carve his brow.
Concern tickles your insides.
“Is something troubling you, my Lord?”
He hesitates, his thin lips squeezing before he reveals, “Mother believes I should take you as concubine, not as a wife, in case another marriage prospect presents itself to me.”
You ponder his words. It does not surprise you coming from your cunning aunt, that she would encourage her son to keep his options open the way his father did. A sliver of bitter disappointment percolates through your chest. Being Paul Atreides’ concubine would have its range of perks. You could stand beside him, share his bed and perhaps even a genuine love one day. One as deep and true as the one his parents have nurtured for years.
But it would also mean that while you’d undeniably be his, Paul would never truly be yours…that he could become someone else’s overnight to secure some treaty or alliance with another house.
Still, you conceal the panic rushing through you with a meek nod.
“It would be a clever move,” you say. You hold his eyes. “What did the Duke say?”
“That he regrets not making my mother his Duchess everyday.” 
He seizes your hands, his fingers curling tightly around yours. Determination steels his olive gaze. “I do not wish to repeat my father’s mistakes,” he states. 
The worry building inside you is stifled by his soft reassurance. 
“That is a relief to hear, my Lord.”
As Paul’s fond gaze rests on you however, guilt creeps inside you once more, your mind wandering to the debauchery you surrendered to on Geidi Prime. Self-loathing fills you.
You tear your hands from his, your focus tumbling to the ground.
“Are you unwell, my Lady?” he asks, his tone dripping with concern.
You shake your head, giving a false smile.
“It’s nothing. I was simply lost in my thoughts,” you lie.
Interest blooms in his green orbs. “Would you care to share them with me?”
The blood in your veins freezes. You pale to think how Paul, your beloved, his beautiful eyes overflowing with love and trust, would look at you if he knew. The mere thought makes you queasy. He can never know.
“I was simply overwhelmed with excitement at the thought of our union, my Lord.”
He accepts your explanation without a shadow of doubt in his eyes. He takes your hands in his again, fervently promising, “I am aware that greater forces may have rushed our union, but I want you to know. I will love and cherish you with my whole heart.”
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For several days, you get to bask in your renewed peace, finding solace in returning to your habits and focusing on the wedding preparations. While your mother’s coldness remains, you don’t let her behavior cast a pale on your happiness. Besides, she will be compelled to acknowledge your efforts over time, how much you strive to do nothing but bring pride to your house. You may have faltered on Giedi Prime, yielded to your baser instincts. But it is all in the past. 
The dusky planet will fade. Feyd-Rautha will fade. And soon, memories of your life with Paul will replace those fleeting moments of weakness. 
So, for a while, all is well, your mind at rest and your spirits lifted. All is well... until nothing is.
Until a handmaiden brutally tears you from your slumber one morning.
“My lady, you must awake now,” she whispers, urgency laced in her tone.
“Arisha…The Devil himself must sleep at this hour,” you groan, burying your head in your soft, comfortable pillow.
A Harkonnen ship just pierced through the Caladan exosphere. Its landing is imminent.”
Dread shoots through you.
The news has you leaping out of bed, abruptly hurling you into a state of complete wakefulness.
You whirl towards her.
“A Harkonnen ship?” you screech, your voice wavering. 
“Yes, my Lady,” Arisha confirms.
Your mind throbs as alarm pulses through you. A Harkonnen ship…here on Caladan? This isn’t just strange. It is unprecedented.
“Help me get dressed, at once,” you command, already shedding your nightgown.
You rush to get ready, joining your family as they hop on an aircraft to reach the landing site. Your chest is tight the entire time.
When you arrive, a striking scene welcomes you. On one side of the large landing strip, the Atreides army stands proudly, flanking the Duke and his family, while on the other there is a Harkonnen battalion, accompanied by a large swarm of Sardaukar soldiers.
A thick layer of tension coats the air, so palpable you feel its weight on your skin as you join the Atreides’ side. Both sides are poised for battle, ready to draw their weapons and unleash hell if need be. The fresh morning Caladan breeze is heavy with the threat of imminent bloodshed. Your gaze drifts to the mighty Duncan Idaho. The swordmaster’s face is uncharacteristically stern, the usual cockiness he dons gone from his features.
You swallow past the dryness in your throat.
You pivot to Thufir Hawat, the Atreides’ mentat. A hushed question rushes through your lips. “Thufir, how much will it cost them, traveling this far from Giedi Prime to Caladan?”
The mentat’s orbs gloss over with a white veil as his genetically altered mind runs calculations faster than any regular human could. Within a few seconds, he supplies a precise answer. “Two guild navigators, a total of one million two hundred ninety thousand fifty three and a quarter solaris round trip, my Lady.”
You release a quivering breath. The cost of the trip alone has a pang of foreboding twist your insides. Who squanders such a vast amount of solaris over a courtesy visit in enemy territory? 
Only a fool or a madman would do such a thing.
Your eyes travel across the field. A familiar dark gaze corrals yours. Your heart skips a beat. For brief seconds, familiar pale lips rise in a taunting smile.
 A shudder rocks through your frame. You lower your eyes, keeping them on the grass.
Him? Here? On your beloved Caladan? Adrenaline pumps through your blood, your pulse spiking. A frown forms on your brow. Sense is amiss here. You thought him a beast, driven by nothing but violence and lust. But as you take in the scene unfolding before you, the two enemy armies trapped in a standstill, you understand more clearly. 
This is not some impulsive, foolish attempt. This is a calculated move. No side can hurt each other this openly without annihilating each other and causing a global, intergalactic incident. The other houses of the Landsraad would be forced to declare allegiance for one side or the other. The Imperium would be compelled to respond. Chaos would erupt. 
And it’s blatant the na-Baron knows it, a smugness etched on his face despite standing in enemy fields.
You are so consumed by your raging train of thoughts that you nearly miss the tail end of the conversation between the Duke, your father and him.
Shock bolts through you when you catch the suggestion that he should stay in your family’s estate.
Indignation pulses through your words.
“In our home, father?”
Your father shoots you a withering glance. Your head dips as you bite your tongue. No protest should have risen from it. As an Earl’s daughter, your opinion in such matters is irrelevant. So despite the frustration and horror swelling inside you, you bind every objection to the cage of your sealed lips.
His gristly, arrogant baritone booms across the field.
“In light of the…belligerent history House Harkonnen and House Atreides share, I believe it may be ill-advised for me to stay at Castle Caladan.” Despite your bowed head, you can paint a vivid picture of the haughty smile stretched on his lips as he says, “And since our two houses have grown undeniably close, thanks to your daughter’s most skilled, clever tongue...” Your heart races as you quietly pray no one present deciphers the lewd implication behind his words. “It is where I shall take residence for the duration of my stay.”
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 Later that same day, Feyd-Rautha wastes no time in finding you, making the purpose of his visit clear when he sneaks into your chambers. His reflection in your vanity mirror as you remove your headdress startles you. 
You jump to your feet.
“Guards?” you call sharply.
He cocks his head, a smirk ghosting over his plump lips.
“Guards?” he repeats, openly mocking you. “I have Harkonnen soldiers at your door, my darling.”
A shudder ripples through your spine. You lift your chin, your tone firm and commanding as you say, “You can’t be here, na-Baron Feyd-Rautha. It is inappropriate.”
He snorts.
“Inappropriate?” A predatory look crosses his features as his dark gaze roams over you, seeming to peel the layers of your dress. “I do not recall that being an issue when I had you spread over my cock back on Giedi Prime.”
Heat rushes to your face at his lewd reminder. 
“Y-You must leave,” you insist, fighting to quell the tremor in your voice.
“Or what?” he challenges, taking slow, lithe steps in your direction. Your pulse soars. “Will you scream?” A crooked slant appears on his mouth, the prospect clearly filling him with great delight. He hums low in his throat. “Then how will you explain my presence in your chambers?”
You recoil, every hair on your body bristling as he inches closer. The realization that you are alone with him, with no help coming, that power you held before now robbed from you, has dread steadily mounting inside you. On Giedi Prime, he was a leashed monster, one you felt you could sway as you like. Here in your room, he is a ravenous creature, hungry for blood and retribution. One you no longer have control over. 
You dash towards the exit. He smoothly impedes your attempt at escaping, his fingers fastening around your wrist while he grabs your body from behind. He yanks you backwards, pulling you against his chest.
“Not so fast,” he sneers. His tongue slips out to drag across your temple. You wince, jerking in his embrace to free yourself. You bend over him and sink your teeth in the flesh of his arm. He purrs in pleasure, his hold on you tightening. His gravelly whisper summons goosebumps on your skin. “Oh darling, such a slippery one you are, always trying to run from me whenever things start to become most…interesting.”
He hauls you to your bed. Your heels dig into the ground to resist. His patience fizzles out and he throws you onto the carpeted floor instead. The clamor of your drumming heart rises to a crescendo in your ears. He looms over you, his body caging yours. Terrorized, you gape at him, an helplessness you never felt before pulsing through your veins. Your chest heaves rapidly, alarm widening your gaze as he reaches down to pull down his black pants. His erect, alabaster cock slips free, the swollen tip already shimmering with the evidence of his need. A scream dies in your throat when his fingers wrap around your neck, bruises already forming in his painful grip.
You thrash beneath him, clawing and biting every part of him you can reach. Your feistiness only serves to galvanize him further. A demented look of amusement decorates his handsome face as you struggle underneath his frame. His throbbing length pokes your stomach. You kick your legs, desperation radiating through your chest. He places himself between your thighs, pushing your dress out of the way until it’s bunched around your waist. A raspy sigh leaves him as he nudges his thick, leaking tip against your dry entrance.
Terror sings through your veins.
He revels in every bit of fight you give him, plucking satisfaction in watching you exert yourself to delay the inevitable. A hungry wolf toying with a lamb before sinking his teeth. Even as you grab the dagger hidden under your skirts and try to stab him, he’s undeterred, the flicker of surprise shifting to a smile when you nick his shoulder blade. He wrenches it from your hand with little effort, once more demonstrating that whatever frail control you thought you ever had…was just an illusion. You squeal in pain as he twists your wrists above your head, his steely grip nearly snapping your bones.
“No…don’t you dare,” you hiss, the confidence in your voice faltering as you feel him push inside you. 
His warm breath brushes over your face. “I traveled across the stars to find you again. I will take what is rightfully mine.”
Your back folds as he spears you with his cock. The room blurs around you, the sudden searing pain as he begins to move inside you almost knocking you unconscious. He never took you like that. Like an animal in heat, desperate to reach his high. You choke on your breath with every one of his quick, feral thrusts.
His lips sweep over yours, ravenous and possessive. You bite him and he growls, somehow growing harder inside you. His sick enjoyment of this makes you shudder. He fondles your soft flesh, groaning into the bloody kiss. Black teeth trail possessive bites along the quivering column of your neck. His hands feel everywhere on your reluctant flesh, the weight of him suffocating as his greedy mouth tastes yours.
“You thought you could toy with me and toss me aside when it pleased you,” he rumbles, squeezing your jaw. His fingers dig painfully into your cheeks. “I am Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. I am not some spoiled little princess’ toy.”
The last remnants of bravado inside you are swiftly pushed by the hasty, merciless snap of his hips into yours. You try to ignore the horrid heat gathering in your lower belly, the spasms rocking through your core every time he hits those tender spots he’s come to know too well.
“I’m delighted to see your body hasn’t forgotten me, darling,” he taunts, yanking a drawn-out whimper from you as his cock punches through your walls.
Your chest grazes his, his form draping over yours as you sag against the floor of your bedroom, completely defeated.
“Please…” The desperate, feeble cry falls from your tongue in a last ditch effort to get him to stop. It only makes him smile down at you, a glint of victory illuminating his dark orbs. Tears well up in your eyes as you grow overwhelmed with fear, confused and terrified by the way your body yields to him. Your walls constrict around him, hugging his cock as if welcoming the assault. A wave of sickness spreads through you.
His tongue traces a slow path across your cheek, collecting the salty trails streaming down your face. He moans, his eyes fluttering shut. “Your tears taste sweeter than I could have imagined. Almost as sweet as that tight cunt of yours.” He licks his lips. “Perhaps I shall aim to make you cry for me more often.”
When his warm spent glazes your ruined walls, his sweat-covered muscular frame covers yours. He remains buried inside you, crudely pushing back the sticky excess with his fingers. You shiver beneath him, weeping quietly, forever destroyed, forever changed. 
Head nestled in the crook of your neck, he whispers, “We shall see how well my seed blossoms in your garden, my darling.”
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“I do not understand,” Paul says, turning a dismayed frown upon you. “You are to be his willing bride?”
Swallowing a deep breath, you recollect the events that have led you here. Led you to stand here before the members of House Atreides, before your fiancé, to announce that you will not marry Paul. Led to you disgracing yourself and your house.
The wayward memories slip through your grieving mind.
Focusing on their conversation is hard, the discomfort in your body making it hard to walk properly. Feyd-Rautha relishes your torment, occasionally tossing taunting glances at you above his shoulder, a secretive smirk hovering on his lips. Your fingers clench in your lap. He insisted your father give him a tour of the castle this morning, and as his supposed ‘friend’, you are naturally expected to be present. Nevermind the sickness and resentment taking hold of you whenever you look at him.
As the tour nears its end, your father asks, “Do you have everything you need, na-Baron, or do you require any further accommodations?”
Feyd-Rautha hums, as if he were truly mulling over this offer.
“Any further accommodations?” He smirks, pausing before resting his eyes on you. “I suppose your daughter’s hand in marriage will do.”
Your head snaps up, a stunned exhale bursting from your mouth.
Your father turns a puzzled frown towards the ivory-skinned young man.
“My daughter’s hand? Is this a joke?”
There isn’t a hint of mischief on the na-Baron’s face, his expression deadly serious, making your father realize…his request must be as serious. He halts in his tracks, the smile vanishing from his face.
Feyd-Rautha approaches your father, ordering rather than asking, “Cancel the match with Atreides, old man, and give your daughter to me instead.” He snickers. “Her virtue is already mine anyway.”
This sends your father into a blind rage. He draws out his sword and lunges himself at the na-Baron.
“You rascal. I will teach you-”
Your father was a great warrior once, a fearsome force on the battlefield. Duncan Idaho himself would attest to that, having fought at his side several times. 
…But that was decades ago. Nowadays with his body slowed down by age, he is no match for the quick, ruthless Feyd-Rautha. He barely gets the opportunity to swing his sword at the young man once before Feyd-Rautha guides his blade below his chin and through his skull. Blood gurgles from your father’s mouth, raining over his neck and clothes before he falls into a heap on the floor. 
Your stomach drops. You watch in horror at his split skull, matter spilling from it across the tiles, his rolled back eyes, his still open mouth. 
You sink to the floor, crawling to his corpse. Fresh blood stains your palms as you cradle his head.
“Father!” Tears blur your sight. You lift your eyes, yelling out orders with a broken voice. “Guards! Detain him!”
Shock ripples through you as the guards ignore you, staring ahead blankly as if the gruesome scene before them didn’t exist. 
Feyd-Rautha kneels at your side. He frames your chin, bending over your shoulder to whisper, 
“Oh darling, do you not understand?” You hear the wicked smile in his raspy baritone. “Your house isn’t your house anymore. It is mine.” Ice bursts through your veins. His gravelly voice lowers, as if he were sharing a secret with you. “Do you wish for your sisters and mother to meet the same fate?”
Your chin wobbles in his grasp. “N-No.”
He strokes the side of your face.
“Then do everything I say.”
 “Y-Yes, my Lord,” you reply with a tremulous nod.
Ire trembles through Paul’s voice, his fingers clenching into fists at his side. Disbelief and hurt contort his boyish features.
“I do not believe it. I do not believe you,” he says, pinning you with an unflinching stare. You lower your gaze. You can hardly believe it yourself. How your entire life fell apart, your future in ruins…your father’s blood now on your hands. You blink back budding tears and take a deep breath to thwart any hint of trembling in your voice. You’re grateful for the funeral veil concealing your expression. “I apologize for breaking the promise my father made.”
Paul’s jaw clenches.
“You’re lying.”
“Son…” Leto Atreides begins, a slight warning in his tone. 
“There is something she isn’t telling me, father,” Paul insists, his green gaze narrowing. “Speak the truth.”
You shiver before feebly uttering, “My Lord…”
“Silence!” You flinch at the sudden wave of power engulfing you, forcing you into quietness as if someone snatched your tongue from your mouth. You release a shaky breath, staring up at Paul in shock. The Voice. Paul used the Voice on you. A Bene Gesserit skill meant to make the target bow to the user’s will. Your wide-eyed gaze rests on Paul. You never expected him to use this on you. As if you were some enemy he needed to interrogate.
His anger cracks in the air like a whip.
“I said…Speak the truth,” he snaps, using the Voice again. 
A great pain settles in your body, pins and needles coursing through it. Sweat breaks out on your skin. Words tear from your throat on their own, aching  as they spring from your tongue. 
“I offered myself to him on Giedi Prime,” you blurt out.
Your hands fly to your mouth as soon as the words pour out of you. Your eyes fill with tears. Paul looks at you in a way he never has before. Like you’re a stranger. Your heart sinks.
“I see. So it is true.”
Meanwhile, at your side, Feyd-Rautha basks in every second of the spectacle, twisted mirth swaying in his dark orbs. He hasn’t said more than a few words during the whole exchange but it’s clear he’s plucking joy from this, reveling in your misery.
Paul nods, stepping away from you.
“You are dismissed, my Lady. You may go to your future husband.”
Paul’s icy timbre shatters what is left of your heart. He turns his back to you and you feel more alone than you ever have in your entire life. Your lips clamp shut, a cold wave setting all the way to your bones. 
Even Paul’s parents, the Duke and your aunt the Lady Jessica appear disappointed in you, their eyes bereft of its usual warmth as they watch you leave with the enemy.
You have nothing, no one. Just the monster beside you. Your soon-to-be husband, who won your hand through bloodshed and deception.
Feyd-Rautha’s hand curls around your waist, guiding you towards his starship. With every step you take, further away from the Atreides castle, you feel more hollow.
“Come with me, my love. Let us go home to Giedi Prime,” the monster whispers.
You don’t put up a fight as you’re nudged inside the vessel, silently accepting your defeat. Feyd-Rautha plants a deep, slow kiss on your lips and you passively let it happen. 
You admire the beautiful green fields of Caladan one last time before the doors close. An errant tear skips over your cheek. You likely will never see your planet again. And even if by some miracle you could return, you would be the enemy to all of them…even to your own family, who holds you responsible for Father’s untimely demise.
You peer down at your hands. If you let your mind wander, you start to relive that awful moment. That moment your father’s wet, warm blood coated your hands, dripping between your fingers. You will never wash off the stain, shed the guilt. 
You wanted to feel the flames, experience the full-blown heat of something thrilling and new. Something you never had in your tedious, predictable existence before.
You in fact got to feel this heat. You walked through the fire and the flames consumed everything you held dear.
And now you stand amidst the ashes, everything you ever knew ripped from you forever. 
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synopsis: based on this request. Neteyam finds reader's diary full of fantasies that she wants to fulfill with him.
pairings: neteyam x reader (avatar reader) aged up ofc
author's note: I tweaked it just a bit but it's still what anon requested. This was sitting in my drafts for like a month since I was so busy. But I finally finished it! Hope the anon who made the request likes this.
warnings: 18+, MDNI, extremely heavy smut such as fingering, squirting, and creampie. proofread once, I was rushing to get this out of my drafts already. Lmk if you see any errors that need to be fixed asap lol
word count: ~6.8k this is a long one (I think my longest ever, I could have divided this into two chapters and even thought about it)- you've been warned
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"Ugh, what a long day," you groaned as you hung your legs off the edge of the link unit.
"I honestly don't know how Grace used to manage being in charge of the kid's school plus do research and be so involved with the clan..." Norm trailed off as he yawned.
"And while hiding her findings from the RDA" You added.
"Probably by getting some proper rest. Which is what you two need." Max pitched in, as he handed you the back roller.
"God, that feels so good. What a relief." You sighed as you massaged your back, trying to reach all the sore spots.
"I can help with that!" Neteyam's voice hit your ears and you turned around in shock.
"What are you doing here, I though you were asleep in the tent?" You questioned.
"Yea well, you fell asleep meaning I would have to wait for you in the morning and I wasn't really feeling tired enough to go to bed yet." He responded as he took the roller from your hand and started massaging your middle back making you groan in relief.
"Yea, that's the spot..." you closed your eyes in bliss let out a small "mmm" sound, making you earn looks from Norm and Max.
"Jesus you two, get a room before this gets out of hand." Norm commented as he got up from his link unit, making Neteyam stop his movements.
"Wh-what? No, no. It's not what it looks like. Haven't you guys ever gotten a nice back massage after doing some strenuous activity?" Your cheeks flushed red in your flustered state, thinking about the possibility of ever doing it with Neteyam.
"Yea, but not as strenuous at what you and Neteyam will be doing later if you guys keep this up." Norm rolled his eyes.
"What?" Neteyam's tail stood up in shock and his ears flickered in embarrassment.
"Ha, it's not like they would bother us here anyways, they have the whole forest to go at it." Max chuckled.
"Max!" You and Neteyam yelled in unison, shocked at the words that came out of the usually calm scientist's mouth.
"What, just helping you guys out." He shrugged.
"That type of help is not needed!" You insisted as you crossed your arms.
"Whatever, as long as you two don't start interrupting anyone." Norm added in as he made his way to the shower
"Look who's talking. What I heard from Jake is that apparently Norm and Trudy were often going at it in the shared rooms." Max let out.
"That's none of you guys' business!" Norm stopped in his tracks to comment.
"Well, you sure were making it everyone's business!" Max rebutted, making everyone break out into fits of laughter.
"Woah, Norm!" You let out a giggle
"Maybe that's why he's so uptight, he hasn't been getting any action lately." Neteyam whispered.
"I heard that!" Norm made known before walking away.
"Anyways, I better go get freshened up as well, I'm a bit sweaty right now. Tell one of the repair guys that the cooling system in that unit isn't working so well." You said before placing a "down for repairs" sign on the link unit.
"Will do." Max nodded as you and Neteyam headed out of the lab and into the residency hallway.
"So, I guess I'll be going then if you're just headed to clean up." Neteyam scratched the back of his neck, still a bit flustered from Max and Norm's comments.
"What? No, I have my own room, remember? And my room has it's own shower as well, so I won't have to leave you waiting outside of some random hall. Come, come." You tugged at his arm and he followed you to your room.
"So, this is it!" You walked in and turned the lights on, closing the door behind Neteyam.
"Oh, you did some remodeling since last time?"
"Yup, I wanted to add some life to it so I added in some potted plants around the room plus some that glow in the dark, to add a 'nature-y' touch."
"Not bad. 'Nature-y' touch accomplished." Neteyam looked at the plants, curious to see how the glow would look in your room."
"Oh, let's turn the lights off!" You suggested before flicking the switch.
"Ohh that's nice, it almost looks like the forest in here!" Neteyam marveled while examining all of the colors in your room.
"Yup!" You flicked the light back on. "I just wish I could have added some vines along the window to add some greenery. That's just the finishing touch that it needs." You sighed as you looked around your room.
"Well, why haven't you? There's plenty of vines for you to collect." Neteyam cocked his head in question.
"I have plenty, it's just that I couldn't reach the spot on the wall where I wanted to attach them to. It's too high."
"Nonsense, I'll help you out. See, I can reach just fine." Neteyam stated, happy to lend you a helping hand.
"Thanks, I really appreciate that." You gave a smile and headed to your drawers as you looked for the measuring tape. "Nete, can you please get the vines? They're in my closet over there . The light switch is on the right side, and please close the door while you're at it. I have a automatic dehumidifier in there and I don't want it to start puffing extra hard and using up all of it's charge.
"Sure, sure. I'll get it, and um close the door as well. All of that..." Neteyam made his way to your closet and turned the light on. His hands rummaged through some of your clothes on the hangers and flipped through the ones folded in your drawers but couldn't find the vines.
Crap, forgot to ask her where in the closet they're at, he thought to himself. His eyes scanned the small room and landed on a few boxes stacked on the left side of the floor and one labeled 'room decorations.'
Perfect, probably in there.
He pulled the box out but three more came tumbling down as well. Neteyam hurried to clean up the mess and as his hands scrambled to put everything away, his eyes landed on a small book that landed open and face down. He carefully picked the book up and saw no words on it's cover so he decided to take a peak inside, wondering if it could be filled with your findings and experiments.
He brought the book up to his face and scrunched his eyes as he read the words on the page.
journal entry #105 not much happened today I took more lessons with Moa't and with the help of Kiri, I was able to successfully create a healing balm that was very effective in preventing infection and swelling. The main ingredient was yalna bark. Kiri found it and suggested that we should use it. Also, I took some weaving lessons with Neytiri and she said I was improving quickly. I was able to make my own top with my favorite blue and purple leaves. I later used the top while Neteyam took me to hunt some fish. I saw Neteyam staring so I think it accentuated my features well. I'll definitely be wearing it again since he complimented me and said I looked nice. Anyways, the fishing went well and Neteyam will give me more lessons tomorrow, but I hope I'll be able to concentrate. My feelings for him have been making me even more flustered lately. It doesn't help that he's so handsome. I caught myself staring at him by mistake, hopefully he didn't notice. I definitely don't want him to think that i'm some sort of weirdo.
"Neteyam, are you alright in there?" The sound of your voice snapped Neteyam out of concentration and he hurried to place the book back in the box. He grabbed the box containing the vines and hurried out.
"Gee, what took you so long? Did you get lost in there?" You chuckled.
"Sorry, I was getting the box that the vines were in and knocked down the others in the process so I had to clean up." Neteyam carefully handed you the vines and you untangled them.
"Just start at that corner of the wall and continue all the way around the room, okay?" You asked
"Got it," he nodded.
"Good. I'll go take a shower and by the time I'm done, you should be done as well." You grabbed your towel and headed towards your bathroom. "Oh, by the way, you can put any excess vines along the bottom of the wall, all around the room like the other ones!" You slipped into your bathroom and closed the door.
Neteyam quickly got to work unraveling the vines and hanging them up. By the time he was done, he heard the sound of the water turning off and the shower curtain sliding across the rail.
"Nete, can you please pass me the purple bag? It's in the closet. ." You asked as you hid your body behind the bathroom door.
"Sure," he headed off to retrieve the item for you.
"Thanks, I shouldn't be done for another 10 minutes as I'm doing a hair treatment. If you're done you can go ahead and look around my room if you want." You slipped back into the bathroom.
"Um, alright." Neteyam decided it would be best if he put the supplies back where they belonged and headed back to your closet, putting everything away. Unfortunately the words in your journal wouldn't leave him alone and he decided to take another peak.
One look shouldn't hurt, right? Plus, she told me I could look around.
Neteyam opened the box again and took your journal out. He flipped through the pages until he was met with the most recent entry:
journal entry #119 My skills have improved a lot and Neteyam says I'm one of the best hunters in the clan. In fact, I went hunting with Neteyam again and god, I had a really hard time controlling myself. His charm is so enticing and yet his personality so kind, in fact he makes me so flustered and shy sometimes. But god, his body is so hot?! Honestly, I wouldn't even mind if we banged. Of course I like him for his personality... but he's super attractive too. Gosh, I would let him do anything to me. Anything. And I mean it. I would be so lucky if I would somehow be able to get him to use his fingers on me, or better worded, in me. His dick too, I wouldn't mind. I know it's so big, I just know it, I know. I could bet all the meat from last week’s hunt that it's enormous. Probably a good 9-10 inches... I don't know if that would even fit inside of me, but I'm willing to find out.
Neteyam felt his cheeks burn up at the words he just read as his ears flickered while his tail swished back and forth in excitement.
She likes me back? In fact she likes me back so much she actually wants me to...fuck her?
Neteyam slammed the little book shut and shoved it back in the box. He knew everything he needed to know about it and was going to have the time of his life with the newly learned information. He cleared his throat and got himself together, trying to feel normal, as if he hadn't just finished snooping around his best friend's personal and private writings.
He stepped out and closed the door behind him.
"Gee, you sure took a while in there," you chuckled while combing your hair.
"Well, I was uh, putting some of the supplies away."
"Not bad, the vines came out looking nice! Thanks a lot" You exclaimed.
"No problem," Neteyam smiled nervously, worried if you would find out that he was snooping through your things.
"Hmm, a job like this deserves a little reward." You made your way over to him and flashed a warm smile. Neteyam's tail once again swished back and forth in excitement.
"What type of reward?" He asked, hoping that you would perhaps act on what you had written about.
"Ice cream!" You turned around and headed to your mini freezer.
"Oh" Neteyam murmured under his breath and his ears drooped down.
"Here, one scoop of strawberry and another one of yovo fruit. I made that one myself. I wanted to try something new!" You smiled as you handed him his bowl and spoon but stopped as soon as you saw his face.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing. Thank you, I really like ice cream. I've only had it once or twice." Neteyam tried to come up with any excuse for his disppointed reaction.
"Oh I see, you wanted a different flavor...Well, there's vanilla too but that's kinda plain."
"No, no it's fine. I really do like these flavors. I was just thinking that maybe Tuk would have liked to taste these." Neteyam reassured and began eating.
"It's fine, I have some more saved. She'll be able to taste them as soon as Kiri brings her along to the avatar compound. You know she like's to visit Grace at least once a week" You plopped yourself on your bed and joined him. His tail began swaying left and right as he thought about a new idea.
"So, any plans for tomorrow?" Neteyam questioned.
"Nah, maybe just chill and take it easy, you know what I mean?" You looked up at him and saw how his eyes glimmered with excitement.
"Oh, then maybe you and I can hang out tomorrow. You know, just us, have some space to spend some alone time with each other. Friends always need some time to hang out with each other, right?" He gave your smaller figure a light nudge.
"Right, friends..." Your face dropped at that word and you simply sighed as you continued eating your ice cream.
"Well, it's definitely getting late now. I'm heading back to home tree to get some rest for the morning. I'll see you in the morning, alright?" Neteyam patted your head as he headed out the door and you simply nodded.
"And thanks for the ice cream, it was great. I won't tell Lo'ak though or he'll get jealous, you know how he is. Good night!"
"Good night..." you waved back and sighed, flinging your ice cream into the trash. Too disappointed to do anything else, you threw yourself on your bed and decided to get some sleep.
~~~~~
You woke up early, and with the view of a pink hue illuminating the sky, it was barely dawn and you knew that some of the omaticaya were already awake but the Sully's were probably all asleep as a rock.
You decided to bring your avatar form into the avatar facility and you quietly made your way around into the laboratory as slid into a link unit and was awakened by the sound of Lo'ak snoring in the next tent.
What a nuisance, glad I was able to sleep somewhere else last night.
You quietly made your way out of the tent, careful not to wake anyone else. Cautious with your foot placement, you made it out of home tree and to the spot where you usually meet with your ikran.
With a quick call, your ikran came flapping towards you, and you swiftly boarded it and made way to the avatar compound.
"Mawey, Ira." You petted your ikran to calm her screeching and made way into one of the buildings, past the laboratory and into your room.
Ahh, some peace and quiet. Maybe I'll just relax and give myself a spa day or something. You thought to yourself as you massaged the bottom of your feet that were still a bit sore from all of the hunting and running you've been doing.
Still thinking of the events from last night, you sighed and threw yourself back on the bed, not sure of what to make from the situation.
Does Neteyam really feel the same about me?
Should I ask him out or is that too forward?
Or should I just wait for him to ask me out?
The questions filled your mind and started to make your head pound. You decided that it was probably best if you just took a small break from your emotions and just distract yourself until your mind felt more refreshed and you could think more logical.
Heading towards your table, you grabbed a small tablet where you had recorded data about some plant samples and decided to work on that.
~~~~~
"Has anyone seen y/n?" Neteyam searched around his tent, dumbfounded with where you could have possibly gone without telling him or even waking him up.
"I saw her leave the tent this morning." Kiri commented, not even looking up as she peeled some of the fruit she was preparing for breakfast.
"You saw her? Where'd she go?!" Neteyam questioned his younger sister.
"I don't know. I'm not as nosy as you. Maybe to the avatar compound or something." She shrugged.
"What if she's in danger or something. What if she got lost?!" Neteyam stood up, getting ready to go after you.
"And where are you going without eating?" Neytiri pointed to a spot next to Lo'ak.
"Ha! Guess you can't go looking for your crush right now." The younger brother teased.
"Shut up."
"Don't worry, she's not like Lo'ak. She can actually fend for herself so I'm sure she's fine." Kiri reassured
"Hey!" Lo'ak let out in a protest.
"She knows the forest like the back of her hand. Plus didn't you say she was a pretty good hunter?" Kiri popped the fruit into her mouth and waited for her brother's response.
"Yea, but-"
"Then she'll be fine." Jake reassured as he let out a yawn, still groggy from his sleep.
"I just don't understand why she would go out without telling me. She seemed fine last night." Neteyam sighed
"Oooooh, you were with her last night?" Lo'ak wiggled his eyebrows.
"Yea, and we had ice cream, without you."
"What, that's not fair. She promised she'd save some for me." Lo'ak crossed his arms in disapproval.
"She did save some." Neteyam took a bite out of his fruit and watched as Lo'ak's tail swished back and forth in excitement.
"But not for you." He swallowed his food and let out a smirk as he watched Lo'ak's tail come to a halt.
"Whatever, screw you! She's probably pissed and you deserve it. Y/n is always going out into the forest with someone, so to not even wake you up is a bad sign. You probably did something to upset her." Lo'ak spit out in retaliation.
"What? What did I do?" Neteyam put his fruit down as he tried to process the information just given to him.
"Maybe more like what didn't you do..." Kiri murmured.
"Huh?"
"Probably nothing, you know how women are." Jake reassured his eldest son. "But umm, not Neytiri. She's always been wonderful to me. Anytime she was upset was because I deserved it." Jake chuckled nervously, saving himself as he remembered that his wife was sitting right next to him but still earning a light hiss from her.
"Yea, probably nothing..." Neteyam tried to calm his nerves. "After all, she was fine last night." He added.
"Skxawng!" Kiri knocked her brother over the head.
"Ow! What the heck was that for?"
"For being a skxawng, I just told you!"
"What?"
"She likes you. Do I really have to spell it out for you?" Kiri rolled her eyes.
"I know that-"
"You see!" Kiri gave her brother a smack on the arm.
"Stop hitting me! You see what?" Neteyam cocked his head in question.
"You know that she likes you and you haven't even asked her out! That's what!"
"I only found out last night. What was I supposed to do..." Neteyam trailed his words.
"Oh great mother. Even worse! She told you and you didn't do anything about it?" Kiri stared in disbelief.
"She didn't tell me, I found out a different way."
"Norm told you? Max?" Lo'ak pried.
"No..."
"Then how did you find out?" Lo'ak questioned.
"Mind your own business," was all that was given as an answer.
"Well, honestly, you've sorta been giving her mixed signals so she's probably confused on wether you like her or not. Maybe she went back to the avatar compound by herself to clear her mind for a bit." Kiri let out, not wanting to make Neteyam too nervous.
"Oh. What should I do?" Neteyam shook his head in question, unsure of what to do in order to fix the mess he made.
"Aww, the mighty warrior doesn't know how to approach his crush." Lo'ak let out a chuckled.
"Enough." Neytiri warned, quieting the younger boy.
"Just say you're sorry for not realizing earlier and then just ask her out. Or be more direct and say that you like her." Jake stood up and handed his bowl to Neytiri. "Good luck." He tapped Neteyam on the shoulder and made his way to the center of home tree.
~~~~~
You slid out of your chair and got up, stretching your back in the process.
God that was tiresome, but I'm glad to get that out of the way.
Deciding on a break, you headed out of your room and towards the shared lounging area. Grabbing a yogurt pack from the refrigerator, you made your way back to into your room and sat yourself down. Scooping the spoon into the cup, you were about to bring it into your mouth before hearing a knock.
"Coming!" You sighed before putting your food down and making your way towards your bedroom door.
"Norm, I told you I'm not going to be doing anymore experiments this week. I'm still putting together all of the data we collected from the last-" you opened the door to your surprise.
"Well, I'm not asking you to do any experiments. Can I come in?" Neteyam flashed a smile.
"Oh!"
"Soooo?"
"Sure, sure. Of course, come in!" You flashed a warm smiled as you closed the door behind Neteyam.
"I was wondering where you went. You know, since I told you last night that I would see you in the morning but then you left home tree without telling anyone."
"Sorry, I just felt like I needed to clear my head a bit from, um stuff..." you trailed off and much to Neteyam's surprise, Kiri was right.
"Sorry, maybe I was interrupting your personal time. I can leave if you wanted to be left alone."
"No, no! It's fine." You grabbed Neteyam's arm and pulled a chair out for him.
"I've had plenty of time to clear my head and bring my thoughts together and feel less stressed...about things. You know how life is..." You let out a nervous chuckle, not wanting to give any hints on what you were so worried about.
"Sit down, make yourself comfortable."
"Actually..." Neteyam stayed standing up. "I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Oh. well… go ahead!"
"Well, actually... I wanted to apologize to you." Neteyam let out in a low voice
"I'm sorry, what?" You tilted your head in confusion at what you just heard. "Apologize for what?"
"Perhaps I've been a bit of a skxawng. Or maybe a complete skxawng. I didn't realize but I was giving you mixed signals. I should have realized sooner and I completely apologize for that. You probably thought I was toying with your feelings. I understand why you were upset with me this morning"
"I-" Your mouth was left agape, not sure of what to say.
"No, I get it. I should have told you sooner. I know that you like me and to be honest, I like you too. In fact, I'm completely enamored by you and should have acted on that earlier instead of leaving you confused. Can you... forgive me?" Neteyam nervously scratched the back of his neck, unsure of what your response would be.
"Neteyam...truth be told, I don't even know what to say. I suppose I forgive you. It wasn't really your fault, how were you supposed to know earlier? Maybe I should have been more bold. I don't know... It's quite alright," you let out a small chuckle. "There's really nothing to be sorry about. In fact, I wasn't mad with you this morning. I just left hometree to clear my mind on this whole situation. It's actually quite silly how flustered you make me feel sometimes. I was just a bit disappointed that last night you said we should hang out today as friends when honestly, I hate that word, friend. I don't want to just be your silly little friend, I want to be more. More than friends..." you trailed off as you looked down at the floor, too embarrassed to look at the na'vi in front of you.
Neteyam brought his hand up to your face and tilted your chin up, "Don't be shy, it's fine. You're quite cute when you're flustered, you know?" He let out a small chuckle. "I probably shouldn't have used that stupid word, friend. But I hope you don't mind it being used in the context of being my girlfriend? What do you think?" He tilted his head, waiting for your response.
"You want me to be your girlfriend?" You shyly smiled as you fiddled with your fingers.
"Why not? Girlfriend, lover, or mate? How's that?" Neteyam let with a small smirk.
"M-mate? That includes getting mated and-" you cut yourself off before you could explain the full details.
"Hmm, why not? I'm interested in you and you're interested in me. Plus, I think you're not as innocent as you make yourself out to be." Neteyam raised his eyebrow and inched himself closer to you.
"Why would you think that...I've never done that with anyone before..." you trailed your words and inched backwards.
"Still doesn't mean that pretty little head of yours isn't in the gutter." Neteyam stepped closer.
"Yea, and what proof do you have of that?" You smirked, cockiness filling your head.
"Hmm let's see, I found a book in your closet and maybe read a few pages."
"Pff, oh yea? And what did it look like?" you jokingly rolled your eyes at him.
"Well, in fact it wasn't one of those biology books. It was a small little book, no title on it. It had a brown leather cover and it was just full of your writing. Sound familiar?" Your eyes widened at the description and your mouth fell open, shocked at the realization.
"What, surprised?" Neteyam let out a small chuckle as he continued inching closer to you until your back hit the wall.
"I- I don't know what you're talking about." You huffed out, trying to sound confident.
"I think you know what I'm talking about. In fact, you're even wearing that pretty little top of yours that you said accentuated your features. It does, and you're right, I couldn't help but stare when you wore it the other day. Not my fault anything you wear makes you look so pretty." Neteyam's fingers played with the string of your top, gently passing over the knot on your back that was holding it together.
Between admitting to reading your journal and staring, Neteyam’s words had turned you into a flustered mess.
“Well, who told you that you could read my journal?!” You spat out, trying to get the upper hand.
“Hmm, let’s see. If I remember correctly, you did tell me that I could look around your room.” Neteyam shrugged.
“Yeah but my journal is private!” You retaliated.
“Oh really? I didn’t see any sign on it that said ‘private/ no trespassing’ or ‘y/n’s journal, don’t touch.’ Seems like you were missing a sign. Can’t blame me.”
“Why, y- you. You perv!” You lashed out defeatedly, not knowing how else to react.
“Really, I’m the perv? I wasn’t the one writing all of my fantasies about wanting to get banged.”
“I…” you dropped your head in shame, once again too embarrassed to face Neteyam.
“Hmm, thought so.” He let out a small chuckle as he raised your chin up again. “So, do you really think I’m handsome?” He looked at you seriously before giving you a slight smirk.
“Well, you read it! No need to tease me about it” you gave his chest a slight push.
“Teasing, who’s doing any teasing? I’m just trying to test the waters to see if you’re really up to doing what you mentioned.”
“Oh-”
“So, are you?” Neteyam inched his face closer to yours.
“Are you what?”
“C’mon don’t try to play dumb. Do you want to do what you mentioned or what?” His lips hovered over yours as he trailed his hands over your waist and behind your back, pulling you in closer.
“I-”
“What’s wrong sweetheart, cat got your tongue?” Neteyam let out a small chuckle before looking you in the eyes and giving a ‘so?’ look.
You simply nodded, too flustered to say anything.
“Words, babygirl. Words.” He pushed your hair out of your face and caressed your cheek. “Would you like to try what you wrote about?”
“Yes…” you whispered in a barely understandable tone.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take it nice and slow. How’s that for you, sound good?” Again, you nodded, giving Neteyam the green light to go ahead.
His eyes fell to your lips and yours on his. Each just a few centimeters away from the other. You leaned in and yours just gently brushed against his. Neteyam’s arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in during the process, lips making contact for the first time. You let out a small gasp and his came crashing down on yours again, pushing your head back to the wall as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips moved in pace and you followed along, inexperienced but quickly catching on. Your hands traveled up and down his neck and Neteyam let out a small groan as you gave a slight tug on his hair. Hands started moving quickly as you found yours on his chest, traveling up and down and his on your back. His lips took a turn and started making his way down, leaving small pecks all over your collarbone and eventually moving to your neck, where his mouth left a wet trail wherever it could.
“Mmm, Nete-” you let out a moan as his lips sucked on your sweet spot making your body fidget in his hold. His lips traveled up your neck and you were sure you were going to have a few bruises for show.
“Neteyam, you’re gonna leave hickeys all over my neck.” You barely managed to breathe out.
“I know… that’s my plan,” he let out in between kisses. “…to mark you… As mine… all mine.” He held onto you and made his way to your bed, not letting go for a thing in the world. Neteyam sat down and had you on his lap facing him, your legs straddling him while he continued to make his mess.
You lifted his face and kissed his lips again, desperate to be able to do some of the action yourself, you pushed his chest, making him inch backwards as you crawled to him, lips still connected to his.
You sat up and his fingers started toying with the knot from your loincloth, still not stopping the kiss as he worked his hands behind your waist.
Neteyam's fingers worked quickly as he untied the knot and slid off the loincloth from under your womanhood. He lifted you off of his lap and placed your back on the bed while he laid next to you, his hands roamed over your body and made their way to your core. Neteyam gently massaged your nub, earning an erotic moan from you. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth as he used his hand to spread your legs wider and brush his fingers over your clit, speeding up as the kiss grew more heated with each passing second.
"Oh.. fuck" you managed out as your hands fell on his, guiding him to a quicker speed.
"Mmm, you like that don't you, sweetheart?" Neteyam let out a smirk as you nodded a desperate 'yes' a your eyes scrunched closed. His hands made their way down to your entrance and he inserted a finger, making you groan in response.
"Fuck..." you groaned as Neteyam stretched you out, making way for his other fingers.
"If I remember reading correctly, you did write that you would be grateful even if you could have just my fingers inside of you. How's that coming out to be?" Neteyam smirked as you moan out a 'good.'
"More, please" you whined out as you attempted to close your legs to gain more friction.
"I can't give you more if you don't open your legs for me. My hands are trapped between your thighs right now syulang." Neteyam's hand moved up to pry your legs open, and you sighed at the slight loss of friction.
"No need to worry, your wish is my command sweetheart." And with that he inserted his second and third fingers without warning. Deep inside of your warmth, he moved his fingers in and out, making sure to hit all the spots of your wet walls.
"Shit....shit! Go faster!" you moaned out in a high pitched voice, convinced that if it weren't for the oxygen sealed doors and windows soundproofing your room, all of the scientists would have been raising their eyebrows by now.
"How's that? Enjoying it?" Neteyam managed out between kisses.
"Fuck yes!" you threw your head back in pleasure as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm.
Neteyams worked his magic in you, sparing your poor pussy no mercy as his fingers pumped in and out while his thumb played with your nub at an increasingly quick pace causing your eyes to cross for a split second as you covered your mouth as to not scream. Holding yourself up with your elbows, you watched as the Na'vi in front of you worked tirelessly to get you to explode.
"Neteyam! I'm getting close... I'm- I'm gonna..." You threw head back once more as your knuckles turned white from grabbing the bed sheets.
"Come! Fucking do it baby, I know it's in you!" Neteyam accelerated his pace as his fingers moved vigorously in and out of you, repeatedly hitting your g-spot.
"Ah- ahh... fuuuck" You let out a loud whine as your hips buck up and down while your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes close tightly making you see stars and your mouth falls agape as low whimpers leave your throat.
"Nghh.. oh my god.." you squeal out under his touch before he slows down and pulls his fingers out. Neteyam lifts up his hand and brings it up to your face, drenched fingers brush across your lips as you open your mouth and give a thorough suck.
"Mmm, that's a good girl" Neteyam praises as you swirl your tongue around his fingers, licking them clean of any residue. With a 'pop' sound, he pulls his fingers from between your lips and you sit up, looking at him with your big yellow eyes as you tug on his loincloth.
"Ready for round two, already?" You give a small nod and Neteyam lays you on your side and props your right leg up.
He positions himself behind you as your hands work beside you, helping untie his loincloth. Springing out, his length smacks your ass and Neteyam lets out a small sigh of relief. He spits on his hand before making it down between his legs and giving himself a few pumps.
Neteyam brushes his cock against your slick cunt, earning a light moan from you as he rubs it around your entrance.
"You ready sweetheart? I'll go nice and slow for you." Neteyam gives a small peck on your lips before you answer with a small 'yes.' He lines himself up with your entrance and pushes his mushroomy tip in, slowly driving his full length inside of you.
"Nghh.." was all you managed to let out before he asks 'are you okay' and you give a small nod. His dick goes all the way in and you can feel his tip against your cervix.
"Fuck, you're so big..." you squirm yourself around as you try to get used to the new feeling.
"You said you wanted to try it." Neteyam lets out a small chuckle at your struggle. "Ready?" He asks, making sure that you're all stretched out before moving."
"Of course," and with that, he pulls himself out completely before thrusting in with full force, making you yelp in surprise. Neteyam starts thrusting in and out of you, filling the room with sounds of skin smacking against each other.
"Shit" he groans out, untying your top as he continues smacking himself into you. Neteyam grabs your breast in his hand and starts sucking as his hips pick up in pace, making you moan aloud.
"Fuckk...fuckk"
"Enjoying that, princes?"
"Yes. I love it so much!" you whine out as his dick hits against your cervix, making you shut your eyes in pain and pleasure. You can't help but tighten around him as he plays with your breast and his lips leave a trail of kisses on the back of your neck.
"Fuckkk, too big!" you let out in almost a scream before he wraps his hand around your neck, applying just a small amount of pressure.
"y/n, stop that... you're gonna make me spill inside of you if you keep squeezing yourself around me like that." Neteyam warned with a light smack on your botton.
"I can't...help it... You fuck me so good!" You let out in between breaths. Neteyam pounds himself into you, making you whine out incoherent nonsense and you can't help but tighten your walls again.
"Fuck...fuck!" Neteyam grits between his teeth and you can tell he's near his high as his hips start moving desperately.
"I *thrust* think *thrust* I'm *thrust* gonna *thrust* come!" Neteyam lets out in a groan before you feel his hot cum spill all over your insides making you moan at the feeling. His white juices overflow your insides and soon spill out, dripping down to underside of your legs.
"Mmm, princess, you look so fucking good with your pretty little hole filled up like that." Neteyam goes back to kissing the sides of your neck and once again, his fingers start playing with your insides while you play with his length in your hands, trying to harden him up again.
"Shit," he huffs out in sensitivity as your finger plays with the tip of his cock, swiping it over and over again.
"Alright let me finish you up, I've got this." Neteyam gives your thigh a light pat and you let go of him, letting him take control of his length and bringing it to you entrance again.
He thrusts into you without warning and you yelp out. His thrusts continue roughly, not giving you time to adjust. Neteyam hits your insides repeatedly and it makes you whimper in pleasure.
"Ah- ah! Neteyam... I'm close!" You let out in between whimpers as your hands search for anything to grab onto while your orgasm approaches.
"Mmm....fuck. Good, you're almost there sweetheart" Neteyam grunts out as his hips continue pushing into your rear.
"I'm gonna- I think... I'm gonna come!" You let out in a loud whine and Neteyam pulls out before pushing himself back in completely, causing you to moan aloud as your orgasm hits you, making your back arch and your legs tremble as you grab onto him while you squirm around as Neteyam pounds into you as fast as he can.
He pulls out, leaving you to squirt your juices all over your legs and on the bed. Your hips heave up and down as the clear liquid jets out of you, leaving you breathless until your high calms down and your legs stop shaking.
"Holy shit..." Neteyam lets out in a small chuckle as he stares in amazement.
"Well... that was intense" you break the silence and the both of you stare at each other before breaking out into small giggles.
"Are you alright, was I too rough with you?" Neteyam gently rubs your shoulders as the both of you lay down, flat on your backs, exhausted.
"No... you were fine. It was good." You flash him a shy smile.
"So, was it everything you expected... or did you I let you down?" He asks with a small chuckle.
"It was... interesting... definitely better than I expected." You chuckle as you lay your head in the crook of his neck.
"So I guess we can say... your wish has been fulfilled." Neteyam pokes your cheek, teasing you.
"I guess so..." you hide your blushing cheeks on his collarbone as he laughs at your shy antics. He slightly lifts up your face and gives you a small peck on your forehead as the both of you bask in each other's warmth.
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HEW, did this take FOREVER to write, OMG! But I'm so glad that I finally got it out! Thank you for this wonderful and super fun request, it was definitely a hell of a journey to write but I really enjoyed it! Hope you guys enjoyed it as well.
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imm0rtalken · 4 months
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Main 4 Boys and their favourite things to do (with you) Sfw and Nsfw
a/n: trying to get back into proper writing so have this for the time being. YES, i will get to requests, thank you for being patient <3
warnings: nsfw content, proceed knowing this <3
all characters are depicted here as adults (early 20’s)
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Stan Marsh
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- LOVES loves loves little kisses, on the cheek, the forehead, the nose. anywhere on the face will make him melt
- always needs to be touching you in some way, his favourite though is leaning his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes and just letting himself bask in your presence
- sharing clothes. especially if you like baggier stuff it’ll 100% suit his style. he just finds you wearing his clothes adorable and he loves wearing yours cause it’s smells like you and it brings him a lot of comfort
- playing video games with you, or with you around. you always hype him up or cheer him on when he plays and he loves it. it’s not an ego thing, he just loves how supportive you are of him, for something as mundane as video games
nsfw:
- he is 100% a switch. absolutely LOVES when you take charge and you dictate what happens when, when he cums and when he doesn’t. when he’s dominant, he’s a big ol softie, with the capacity to be a hard dom but imo he just wants to show you he loves you
- body worship. carrying on from the he loves you thing, he will kiss every inch of your body, hundreds of times, he will give attention to every part of your body that’s sensitive. he knows all your spots. he just loves you so much
- tbh i think he would like it when you both had the day off and you can lounge in bed all day and just have lazy sleepy sex without a care in the world other than for each other, he can kiss all over your neck and shoulders as he pleasures you or while you slowly grind yourself onto his thigh
- loves when you’re on top but you lean down so you’re chest to chest. he finds that position very very intimate and very loving, he can kiss your lips whenever he wants all while he warm inside you <3
Kyle Broflovski:
sfw:
- cuddling. this man would deny it to the ends of the earth but as soon as you’re alone together he lays on you and snuggles his head into the crook of your neck and just enjoys being with you. imo physical touch is one of his love languages and he hates it but he feels so at peace with you
- he loves getting you little things that remind him of you, whether it be a book, a little stuffed animal, a trinket, if he thinks of you when he sees it, he gets it.
- loves when you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. he loves the tingles he gets and your touch immediately just makes him calm and happy. also loves when you give him head massages. he would be one to get headaches or even chronic migraines frequently and your head massages are heaven for him
- quiet study sessions together, whether or not you’re in school when he is, he loves studying with you around. you could be reading or playing something and he is content in your presence. he calms it helps him focus but you don’t miss the long glances he makes at you. what can i say, the man is madly in love with you and loves your face.
nsfw:
- very loving and sensual sex. making every single moment of it pleasurable for you without considering his own needs. he loves going slow with you, watching your face contort as he reaches your deep spots.
- prefers missionary so he can look at your face while he fucks you, he has such a fascination with you, he’s so in love with you and the way you express yourself.
- you love when he’s vocal during sex so he makes a point of letting out the noises he would have normally held back, the moans, whimpers even, god he loves how you clench around him when he does.
- he doesn’t mind who’s in charge as long as he makes you feel good. he’s a switch but there’s never a massive dynamic difference between you too unless you ask him to be more dominant
Eric Cartman:
sfw:
- i don’t see him being very loving openly, he treats you more as an extension of himself, though he does get possessive of you whenever people get too close to you or try anything with you. he’s very conscious of the fact you’re way out of his league even though he would never admit it to anyone, even you.
- does little things for you that most people wouldn’t consider even worth mentioning, but he prefers to show his love through actions. he’ll cook for you and clean up, he’ll offer to carry things for you even when you can 100% manage it yourself, he’ll hold your hand in public, pushing aside his own personal feelings about pda cause he knows it would make you happy. again he would never mention he does these things, and you know better than to say anything about it
- i think once you’re more settled into the relationship he’s a massive cuddle bug, always has you on top of him while laying in bed or on the couch, and loves loves loves playing with your hair. he puts you to sleep the way he strokes your hair and plays with it
- i can’t decide if this is a power dynamic thing for him or not but either way he likes seeing you wear his clothes too. he loves seeing you in a hoodie of his on a cold day or even just walking around with a shirt of his styled to how you like it. he loves that you like wearing his clothes and he feels a part of him is with you even when he isn’t
nsfw:
- massive power dynamic thing here, but it can go both ways. i def think he prefers being in charge and bossing you around, not that you mind, but i also think sometimes, not a lot but sometimes, he likes when you order him around. he would find it very attractive and contrary to popular believe, he wouldn’t be a brat nearly as often as you would think.
- always fucks you like it’s his last time with you unless you specifically say you wanna take things slow.
- very very particular about positions. he likes being on top but also loves you being on top cause he loves looking down and seeing how you swallow him up as you ride him
- asks you to sit on his face SO much. he loves it more than he could ever say so he shows you, bro eats like a starved man and he knows you love it too
Kenny Mccormick
sfw:
- he can’t give you much so he LOVES to make you things. I think because of Karen he learns to make clothes and other little things to give to you
- loves doing things for you in general, he carries your bag whenever be walks with you, he’s been known to carry you also on his back. he just likes doing anything and everything he can for you
- tiny touches, linking pinkies, leaning his head on yours when he hugs you from behind, kissing the tips of your fingers. he seems to me like a very very very physical touch kinda guy
- i like to think he does little drawings for you to hang around your room, first it started out with shitty little doodles (in his opinion) but then he started drawing you, your eyes mostly, then he tried drawing your face and he didn’t like it but you adored it so you kept it
nsfw:
- ik it’s canon he’s a pervert and whatever but i think once in an established relationship and after a little maturing he really settles into being a considerate lover. he cares more about you getting off than him, plus whenever you get off he does cause you so pretty with his fingers in you
- absolutely fucking LOVES when you dominate him, he finds it so attractive and he just is the most compliant sub you could ever have. when he dominates you he’s a bit harsh but he still cares so he always listens out for your safe word
- the noises you make send him over every time, those sweet little moans and you out of breath for him just makes him cum in his pants thinking about it
- when he’s feeling soft he loves laying side by side and fucking you gently like that, or spooning you. just a position where he has his arms around you is his favourite thing. he loves holding you no matter what. he especially loves when he’s sitting up and you’re in his lap and he can just rock you on him, his arms dragging up and down your back, probably making out with you (it’s your favourite too <3)
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let me know if y’all want a part 2 with some other characters :]
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Filthy Pleasures
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"This t'much? Take me like a good girl."
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♡ Summary: In which Ellie fucked you so hard, you couldn't coherently muster up a proper thought, or remember your name, and your voice going silent at the near 'hundred times you screamed her name.
♡ Warnings: sub r, dom Ellie, fingering, over stimulation, hickeys, swearing, body worship, use of petnames; Princess, good girl, baby, babe, etc. Not proofread, dirty talk
♡ Pairings: Ellie Williams x Reader
♡ a/n: Just a small break from False Accusations, not even 5 parts in and I'm exhausted, I needed some excitement, that last part was not it, anyways Enjoy!!!
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"Fuck"
Her heavy and desperate footsteps dragging across the wooden floor boards, every shuffle louder than the last that you'd heard just before she knocked on the door.
Every night she did this, needily knocking on your door, yearning to relieve herself with your warm bodily fluids dripping down her slender fingers.
You lazily untangled yourself from the mixed up sheets, shivering at the cold atmosphere. You tip-toad to the door, the floor creaking like an alarm, in which you hoped the people sleeping just under you wouldn't hear.
The palace was old, every door and tile sounded at the mere touch of a toe, finger, breath, you had to pause whenever you heard a slight movement from the floor below.
You opened the door to Ellie, her eyes pleading for your body, your curves and moles gifted to you, woven at the finger tips of a goddess, your plush skin a land of wonders and bliss to the auburnette haired woman.
She was such a massive slut for you.
Your cunt throbbing at her nasty, smutty remarks. "'m needed m'good girl~ so horny" she slurred, moving her arm to open the door further, holding it just above your head, a dark tainted lustful look in her eyes, eyeing your already pointed buds. She bit her bottom lip, the sight of your body already sending her over the edge. Her hands reached for your hips in desperation, closing the door behind her as she forced you onto the mattress, the erotic sounds of your heaves filling the room, muffling between your obscene wet kisses. Her nails dug into your plush hips, your stretch marks being left with half moons in them, her tongue exploring every inch of your hot mouth like a new discovery, swallowing you whole. "Mmh~" you whined, your legs quivering into the sheets that shifted about under your supple skin. "Ellie..." Her kisses trailed down your neck in perfect ecstasy, every last one rougher than the last, you shuddering against her touch. You massaged the nape of her neck, her groans vibrating into your shoulder blades when you thrusted your hips up at her, your back arching in pain and anticipation, "steady'" her voice was low, ordering you as she devilishly pinned her knee between your legs, kneeing your clit teasingly, "shit— Ellie.. God~" you cried, your panties damp in your own produced liquids.
Your mind was hazey, her hands roaming your body, lifting your night gown. The fabric tickling your skin, leaving it naked, her tongue flicking at your nipples eagerly, sucking on them like a pacifier, devouring every inch of them, "fuck—"
"Y'like that, don't you' yeah.." she said, a chuckle slipping past her lips, cooing at your squinting eyes, your eye lashes fluttering and your mouth hanging wide, the feeling washing over you so dangerously. "That's m'pretty girl, so fuckin' wet for me, 'could destroy you right'now" she sucked on the sensitive perimeter around your buds, nibbling and biting at your boobs, chanting her name like an oh-so holy church song.
Her knee ruined you completely as she continued to blemish your skin in hickeys, a few shaped like butterflies, in comparison to the ones in the pit of your stomach, picking up and fleeing while your cunt tingled endlessly.
You were unstable, her hands cupping your ass cheeks, groping them to her content, whispering dirty praises into your ear, "y'feel so good baby' your bodys all mine.. mine.." Her voice was low, grinning against your neck, evilly. A philosophy written so effortlessly when she drew blood from your shoulder, flipping you over onto her thigh, holding your waist strongly in place, like a statue, never wanting you to leave her grip. "Like a fuckin' goddess.." she trailed off, her gaze grazing over your body, her look so thirsty for you. Her rings made you shiver, they clashed so coldly over your skin, feeling so vulnerable. You shook your head, disagreeing with her statement. "Say your a goddess" she darted, her nails seeping into your sides, demanding you. A Shakey moan slipping past your lips when she moved your hips, the friction against your pussy making it cry for more attention. "I want y'ta say it" she professed again, guiding your hips, you riding her thigh, your mind forgetting your own goddamn name and your vision clouding in unease, low and short whimpers leaving your mouth, defenselessly crying out her name as she forcefully pushed you to say it, your hands gripping her hair for dear life, "i—mm, I'm a goddess.." you groaned, rocking your hips on her, the sound of your liquids squelching on her naked lower body, "yeah, ur'mine, such a good girl fer'listening t'me" she said, she let go of your waist, watching you play with yourself on your own, her own request while you blissfully rode her, your panting filling the room, like some pornography video, the sound like music to her ears as you begged for an end on her, your climax nearing pitifully. "Please..." You cried, your legs shaking, the knot in your stomach unraveling so fast you almost couldn't see it coming, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. "C'mon you can do it, fer'me" she shushed you, rubbing your back, you painfully riding her through your climax, your cum dripping down her thigh into her own boxers, wet with not just yours but her own orgasm aswell.
You hopelessly fell against her barley managing to register the look on her face before she flipped you back on your back, watching you like a movie star, her words garbled into the delicacy of the warm skin on your neck "'m losing m'mind over you," she professed, her short nails digging into your thighs, spreading them open, your painful resistance failing as she smirked at you. "Fuck, Ellie, Please—" she slipped your panties off, so wet you wouldn't have been able to put them back on after this whole propaganda, she kissed the inside of your thighs, leaving a path of marks up until your throbbing, hurting cunt,
You were almost passed out by now, every inch of you trembling and flinching at her ringed fingers, teasing your entrance so fucking much you cried out her name so needy for her inside you, her pussy throbbing at the sound of her name foaming out your mouth repeatedly,
Your body was motionless, unable to even arch your back when she thrusted her fingers in you, the dirty sounds of your skin slapping corroding the air with the shaking bed, the walls creaking and your breaths heavy. You weakly tried to push her hand away, your legs bleakly trying to close, your bodily functions shutting down when she rasped out, her voice hoarse "don't resist" you palmed the sheets, pursing your lips fearful that your screams would awaken the entirety of the palace. "This t'much? Take me like a good girl." She whispered into your ear, curling her fingers up against your tight walls, "Ellie~" you whined. "So... Mm—" you failed to put words together, your brains and organs scrambled, she continuesly praised you, your body, your responses barley the ending of her name "Els—"
Your second orgasm falling through, the sticky substance staining her long fingers as she only thrusted harder, and faster, "fuu...!!" Your voice falling silent, only picking up paste, your cries and silent pleads straining her ears, "shh, it's okay babe" she assured, brushing through your hair, the beads of sweat rolling down every inch of your body, your cum still falling from your cunt.
"that's m'girl" she smiled, kissing your forehead, every part of your face, passionately.
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lostinforestbound · 22 days
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I kept thinking about this so I just had to write it out! I also made a little blurb under the cut with a gn!Tav. Let me know your thoughts and feel free to add on!
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Rolan with Early Greying Hair
When he discovers his first grey hair, he's almost devastated.
He's still young, he isn't supposed to greying yet, but it seems the stress of everything he's gone through is catching up.
At first, he started plucking them out when he spots them, willfully trying to ignore the fact he's greying at all. When plucking became a little painful, he tries a little bit of dye instead.
Unfortunately, the dye he used changed the texture of his hair to the point it was noticeable, so he ended up washing it out.
They're more visible on the sides of his temple, so he shifts his hair more loosely in hopes of hiding them.
Of course he's insecure about it! What in the hells will Tav think of it? No doubt they would find it unattractive!
One day, as he shares a bath with them, they finally notice them as they wash his hair.
He feels them gently pull his hair back to get a better look, and he immediately thinks of the worse case scenarios.
He'll speak up, going on a small ramble of how he's tried plucking them out but they keep coming back. He'll promise to find proper dye to hide it better.
He's shocked when he turns his head towards them and see a light blush on their face.
"I actually think it's attractive. Grey looks wonderful on you," They say. He would genuinely think they're joking, but they seem utterly sincere.
Bonus Points: Tav reveals their own gray strands from the stress of their adventure.
The sigh of relief that comes out of his mouth made him realize how tense he was about up until this moment. It embarrasses him how worked up he got over it.
He's still desirable to them; he's always been desirable. He just got too wrapped up in his own anxiety.
Maybe he should stop worrying about how he looks and realize Tav loves him, grey hairs or not. They seem to love the greys, and that's all he needs.
Writing Blurb
Even as Tav massages his shoulders, he can't make himself relax in the hot water he drew up for the both of them.
He's tried everything he could to mask what he identifies as his shame; plucking, dyeing, wearing his hair a different way, but nothing can ever hide the fact that he's greying already.
Gods damn it all, he's still young! At least young enough that greying at his age is strange. His life has been absolute hell, no pun intended, and now it's hitting him with another problem, and he can't catch a break. Of all the hurdles that could possibly be in his way after finally living comfortably, this is the one life decided to throw at him? Absurd! Horrendous!
Tav doesn't know about the greys, and he's worried about them finding out. What if they don't find him attractive because of those pesky hairs refusing to disappear?
He doesn't even notice Tav pausing as they pull his hair back. When he does, he sees them looking at the sides of his temple; his anxiety spikes in that moment. "I've tried plucking them, but they keep on returning," He rambles immediately, trying to salvage Tav's nonexistent disappointment. "The dye I tried almost ruined my hair. I'll look for a better quality one, and then they will-" "Rolan, I love them." Tav interrupts him with a smile, face flushed. The water splashes from how fast he shifts in the basin, staring at them in shock. They continue on, running his fingers through his hair to get a better look and using their other hand to cup his jaw. "Grey looks great on you."
He leans into their palm, sighing. "I thought you would be...I don't know," he says with a small huff, eyes fluttering close. "I find it hot." That makes him bark out a laugh. "Must you always be so vulgar?" "Calling something about you 'hot' is not vulgar! Prude." They tease, kissing his forehead and then his nose, finally landing on his lips afterwards. There will probably be a longer conversation about his previous insecurity when they get to bed, but for now, he knows just how loved he is, greys and all.
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justinalovee · 6 months
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Rhaenyra smut but you’re in the bathtub and she’s washing you and she keeps brushing against your nips and legs but Reader tries to ignore it but that upsets her so she makes her attempts wayyyyy more noticeable
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Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen × reader
Word Count: 632
Warnings: Oral sex, fingering, swearing
Summary: Based on the ask above, hope you like it!
A/N: All characters are 18+! minors DNI
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Rhaenyra’s delicate fingers worked the soap into a lather before massaging it onto the bruised skin that decorated your shoulders. It wasn’t unusual for you to be covered in bruises since both your brothers were knights and insisted on trying to train in self-defense, which always ended with you laying on your ass.
What was unusual was your good friend, Princess Rhaenyra, offering to help you bathe.
Each time she accidentally touched your breasts, it sent a shiver through your body. You had always thought of Rhaenyra as beautiful, and with her hands over your body, proper thoughts continued to flood your mind. You did your best to avoid looking at her soft-looking lips or her breasts whenever she leaned over.
“Your shoulders are tense,” she says, shaking you from your thoughts.
“Uh yes, princess, they are tense. The warm water is helping, though.”
You feel her arm brushing against your nipple as Rhaenyra moves her hand to wash your stomach. You notice the pout on her lips. “Are you okay?”
“Hmm.”
Rhaenyra finishes washing your stomach with the washcloth in her hand and returns her attention to your shoulders again. She drops the cloth and begins massaging them, which feels delightful. You let out a relaxed sigh, but noticed she was still pouting. “Perhaps your soft touch is what I needed to ease the tension.”
A small smile pulls on her lips. Your silly mind was playing tricks on you; it almost seemed as if the princess was looking for a compliment from you. Her hands slowly begin to travel from your shoulders to your ribs. Your mouth goes dry, and you feel a tingling sensation in your core, which causes you to squeeze your thighs shut.
Rhaenyra observes your actions and whispers in your ear, “I know another way that can help.”
Her hands move from your ribs to the underneath of your breasts; she cups them before gently massaging them. You shuffle back in the tub so Rhaenyra doesn’t need to stretch her arms as much; a soft moan leaves your mouth. Tilt yourself up, and Rhaenyra takes the opportunity to kiss you. Eventually she repositions herself on the side of the tub and leans forward to suck on one of your hard nipples.
Her hand snakes up your thighs, which had parted on their own accord. You let out a soft gasp when she begins to circle your clit. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you are clean inside and out, my lady,” she says, slowing her rubbing motion on your clit to spread open your folds before sliding two fingers into you.
Your lips find her again as she continues to pleasure you with her finger. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
She smirks into the kiss and speeds up her actions. It doesn’t take you long to come undone. Your legs shake as you cum around her fingers. She continues to rub at you, working you through your orgasm. When Rhaenyra pulls her fingers out, she goes to step back, but you grab her wrist to stop her.
“Let me return to favour and ease some of your tension, princess.”
Rhaenyra quickly pulls up her skirts, showing you her bare cunny, which was glistening with her slick. Within seconds, your hot mouth was covering her wet cunt, lapping at the sweet juices.
“Oh gods.”
It was an awkward angle with you still sitting in the tub and with her standing beside it, but you do your best to please her and feverishly suck and lick at her swollen pear. Rhaenyra grips your hair as she soon reaches her peak. “That was fun.”
You both start to giggle. “Perhaps you’ll join me in that bath next time.”
“That sounds like a good idea, my lady.”
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pictureinme · 6 months
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hey, it's the anon from the ask for @mypoisonedvine, that I asked for breeding/mom!kitten, I saw the answer yesterday but I was so shocked that BOTH of you answered me that I just took sometime to process, anyways....(I'm a little bit shy now) if you want and could write, it would be amazing, love your writing, thanks for taking your time to write things for us ♥️
i'm so happy you sent this at ALL, n the fact that i got 2 do it... i am honored. MWAH MWAH MWAHH I HOPE YOU LIKE IT im def doin more w momma kitten ...
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patricia ‘kitten’ braden x f!reader word count: ~1.3k tags: fluffy smut, breeding kink, nipple play, established relationship (they're each others wives <3), pregnancy, baby shopping
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Kitten rubs at your thighs, kneading ever so slightly, while your hands are running through her soft curls. The two of you had been like this for an hour now, just feeling each other’s bodies in the dark. Times like these were your favorite, there was no pressure to perform.
Her hand moves up your thigh, delving ever so slightly underneath your silk slip– well, it was hers, but how could you resist such opulence?
You smile to yourself as she massages around your mound, taking her time with you like always, “Did you need something, Kitten, dear?”
She hums coyly as she’s wont to do, “Perhaps…”
With that barely escaping her mouth, her fingers dip to delve between your folds, collecting the wetness from her constant petting. You breathe out a gentle moan as she explores those oh-so-familiar parts– it was really air escaping from your lungs with a sigh more than anything. Kitten was an expert at teasing, but there was none of that tonight, she wanted you to feel every sensation as it was meant to be felt.
Her other fingers, unbeknownst to you, lift up her own slip, revealing her already reddened cock to the cool air of your bedroom. She hums as she continues to touch you, but her other hand wraps around her length, slowly moving it to prod at your entrance.
You gasp at the suddenness, “Oh, that’s what you wanted? Could’ve used your pretty voice– ah!”
It seemed Kitten was of the impatient variety tonight as she suddenly pushed inside of you, unworried about the lack of ‘proper’ lubrication– she just needed to feel your warmth.
“Darling, you are so perfect,” she moves closer to you, her thighs touching your own as she moves all the way inside. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, my God…”
Kitten’s eagerness did not go unnoticed with the way her deep thrusts already reached your cervix, that delicious feeling threatening to overtake you already. Her moans were quiet at first but grew in volume and urgency as she heard your own.
She moves her hands to rub at your breasts through the silk, the feeling equally intoxicating to the both of you. Your nipples had been hard throughout her ministrations, so it was very welcome when she pinched them gently. Kitten's thrusts were deep, but slow as she felt each and every sensation your body would give her.
"God, you're perfect," she lets out a breathy laugh, "Can't wait to fill you up, hm?"
You mewl at her words, an aspect of your sex life barely explored coming to light, "Please, please…"
"Want to put a little one in you," she pets at your breasts harder, "These would get so sensitive and full, wouldn't you be a perfect little mammy?"
Kitten's flirty words were betrayed by her ragged breath, she was the one who needed to breed you– it was the most perfect idea in her eyes. Carrying her child, growing full with the love you two shared… a constant reminder, wouldn't it be? How could she ever resist that?
You grind back on her, meeting the thrusts with an eagerness that glinted in your eyes, "Please, darling, want you to come inside– want you to get me pregnant, fuck!"
She grins widely, pinching your nipple and reaching her other hand to rub circles around your puffy clit, "You're gonna love it so much, gonna take such good care of you, aren't I? Christ, you're gonna look even more heavenly with a full belly..."
Her continuing praises turn to fuzz in your brain as you feel that knot unfurling. Your orgasm overtakes you like a tsunami, the warmth enveloping your entire body– tingling all the while. The level of bliss as Kitten continued to chase her own release was immeasurable.
You pull your slip down fully so she can properly knead your chest– you knew she needed to see them when she filled you to the brim.
"Perfect little tits, my love," she chokes out, "Gonna suck them while I give you all the babies I want, oh!"
That's exactly what she does: her moans are muffled as she sucks incessantly at your nipples, the thrusts becoming shallower but faster. You whimper into the overstimulation, back arching off of the duvet. Kitten’s nails scratch down your sides, you could feel her everywhere.
At the height of pain and pleasure, you feel that telling stutter as she fills you– just as she promised.
Kitten’s gasps continue as she stills deep inside of you, not letting one drop leave you, “Can’t blame a girl for being thorough, can you?”
You giggle tiredly, head thumping back against the inordinate amount of pillows she always buys, “Kiss me, lover.”
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Standing at the kitchen counter, you watch as the water takes its sweet time boiling. What is that phrase about watched pots? Whatever.
Distracting you from your obviously very important duties, familiar arms wrap themselves around your waist, and Kitten whispers into your neck, “What a lovely little wife you are, hm?”
“I didn’t hear you come home, love,” you crane your neck for her to nuzzle, “I… actually have a bit of a surprise for you.”
She nips at your jawline, smiling into it, “Is that so? Is it a nice or naughty surprise?”
You bite your lip as you move her hands to rest upon your stomach, “This kind of surprise.”
Kitten inhales quickly, you can feel her hands shaking slightly, “Oh, my… do you really… are you?”
“I’m pregnant, Kitten, dear.”
Hesitating only for a millisecond, she hugs you from behind– and you flip around to properly hug her. Tears are welling in either of your eyes, genuine smiles on your lips. You giggle from the thrill of it all– you’re really carrying Kitten’s child.
“I can’t believe it,” she squeezes your arms, making sure she isn’t in a reverie. “We’re gonna be mothers… oh my goodness, darling.”
You nod, tears of happiness spilling, “I took three tests to be sure. You’re gonna be such a lovely mum, Kitten, I just know it.”
She grins widely, tears glistening on her cheeks as well, “We are, (Y/N), we’re going to be lovely mums.”
The two of you bask in each other’s presence, simply hugging and kissing until the water in the pot begins to boil.
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“Now, I know we don’t know the sex just yet,” Kitten walks with you in tow down the town center, “However, we simply must begin decorating, right?”
You chuckle, shaking your head slightly, but not in disagreement, “Darling, I’m only a month along now, can’t it wait?”
She huffs dramatically, putting a hand to her forehead, “My Lord, (Y/N)! By the time you’re wanting to decorate, you’ll be too laden with our child! It’s really for the best if we do this now, trust me.”
“As you wish, my love.”
Kitten enters many a store with you, deciding that yellow would be the most appropriate color for your little bundle of joy– the two of you were never the biggest proponents of assigned gender roles. Plus, it helped that Kitten simply adored all shades of it.
She popped onesies, toys, blankets, all sorts of things into the basket– you couldn’t deny how intoxicating it was to see her so enthused. She never refrained from checking in with you on whether you liked her choice, but you always did (ignoring the gauche pram she desperately wanted you to haul around town).
By the end of the day, she was hauling bags upon bags of simply baby supplies– not forgetting the maternity clothing you needed in the coming months, but Kitten insisted she would style you in much better things than those stores had.
All you needed to worry about was pushing the pram she bought home, a delicate-looking but strong place to show off your babe to all the jealous women of the town– that’s how Kitten described it, at least.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me, darling.”
She looks at you from over her sunglasses, winking sweetly, “Anything for my pretty little wife. Gotta keep her happy for the baby, hm?”
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littlemissaddict · 11 months
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I'll Always Need You (18+) - E.M x Fem!Reader
Summary: Eddie exhausted and needs someone to look after him.
Word Count: 1818
Warnings: oral (m receiving), unprotected piv sex, riding. As always mdni please and thank you.
The sound of Eddie’s van pulling up outside the trailer is what alerted her to his arrival home and she was just finishing up the dishes as the door opened. “Hey baby” she smiles as she drops the dish cloth back in the sink and grabs a towel to dry her hands off so that she is ready to greet her man. Although once she took in his slumped shoulders and the dark circles under his eyes that she swears was not there this morning and the worries fill her instantly even though when he sees her scrutinising look he tries to cover it.
“Mhmm, how was your day?” he asks, coming over and wrapping his arms loosely around her waist. He’s smiling as he asks but now he’s up close she can see that his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes and his eyes are lacking their usual shine.
“Was alright” she shrugs, her main concern being Eddie and whatever is playing on his mind, “How was yours?” she counters, even though she knows she’s not going to get a straightforward answer from him.
“Oh you know same old, same old” he dismisses, leaning down to kiss her in a proper greeting as he usually likes to joke, “but it’s much better now I’ve got you” he hums pulling away, smile more genuine than it was before but there's still just a hint of fakeness in it that makes her pout.
“Eddie honey, are you going to tell me what’s really going on in here” she sighs, a gentle hand sliding up his face from his chin until she settles two fingers against his temple, massaging small circles there until she feels his body start to melt against her.
“You really want me to unload it all on- I mean there's nothing going on, everythings fine” he scrunches his face up at the slip up before replacing it with another forced smile that does everything but convince her that he’s telling the truth. She sighs as she stares up at him, eyebrows raised as she silently scolds him for bottling up whatever it is that has him exhausted like this and just as he does every time, he breaks. That wall he builds around himself to protect himself from hurt comes crashing down as it always does under her soft touches and caring words as he lets himself be vulnerable with her as he does with no one else.
“I’m just tired you know, long working hours where it feels like I’m the only one doing all the work,” he admits, a small pout on his lips as he carries on, “and then worrying about Wayne because let’s face it he’s not getting any younger and he’s still working himself to the bone despite not having to provide for me anymore and then there’s us” he sighs, removing an arm from her waist so the he scrub at his eyes. “I guess I just need a break.” he finishes.
A break? Did he mean a break from her? The thought has her sick to her stomach and she can already feel the tears pricking her eyes even though she’s not even one hundred percent sure that was what he actually meant. “From us?” she finally gets out, her voice weak and she’s sure her bottom lip is quivering in anticipation of his confirmation.
“What? God no. Never” he shakes his head, his already big eyes even wider somehow in shock that she would even think that he meant that, “No, when I need a break the only thing I need is you, now c’mere” he encourages, pulling her closer and peppering kisses all over her face until she’s giggling beneath him. “I will always need you” he breathes against her lips before pressing them together and kissing her deeply. The kiss is slow and passionate without any need to push it further, it’s more of a promise that he’s not going anywhere.
She’s panting when they pull apart but there’s already a plan forming in her mind as she pulls from his grasp, reaching for his hand instead and pulling him down the short hallway to the bathroom. He looks at her with confusion until she pulls away to turn on the shower and he sighs with a roll of his eyes, “Yeah okay I get it I’m still grubby from work I need a shower and all that”
“Nope, I’m going to take care of you now strip” she instructs, waiting patiently with her hands on her hips as he does as she’d asked.
“Christ you trying to burn me baby, waters so hot that even satan would be complaining” he gasps, his back arching out of the way as the water hits his skin. Rolling her eyes at his dramatics, she leans over to adjust the temperature until he sighing in content, “much better”
Stripping from her own clothes, she climbs in behind him, startling him as her hands come to rest on his shoulders and begin to work away at the knotted muscles of his shoulders and upper back from his long days in the garage working on the cars. “Relax baby, you deserve it” she coos, pressing a kiss to the skin just above his shoulder blade as he finally seems to melt under her touch.
She focuses on his back until all the muscles are loose and Eddie’s pliant under her touch before she removes her hands from him, making him grumble about the loss. “Not going anywhere just getting your next treat” she hums, lathering her hands with her body wash and returning them to his skin.
“Oh your special body wash, damn baby you must really love me” he teases with a chuckle, already starting to feel better as the weight of his worries don’t feel so heavy anymore. Although his laughter is cut off with a surprised gasp as she pushes him under the full stream of the shower, his curls matted against his head as he turns to her now pouting which makes her laugh in return at his childish antics.
“Come on let's get you dry, we’re not done yet” she reveals, stepping out for the towel and shivering in the chilly air now that she's not surrounded by the shower steam.
“Oh really, what else have you got planned for me?” he asks as she comically reaches up to wrap the fluffy towel around him before she begins patting him dry. “Oh you’re drying me off as well, really giving me the works tonight sweetheart” he smirks as he plants a kiss on her lips for what feels like the hundredth time since he got home as she reaches up to attempt to towel dry his wet hair.
“I’d do anything for you Eddie, I hope you know that” she smiles, returning the sentiment as they share another kiss, one that she initiates this time as the now soaked towel falls from her hands into the laundry basket as they walk, naked down the rest of the hallway to the bedroom.
She pushes him down onto the bed once he’s close enough to it before sinking down and kneeling between his spread legs, smirking as she watches his cock twitch in interest and anticipation of what he already seems to have guessed is happening. “Tonight is about you Ed’s, wanna let you decide how you want me” she tells him, her lips brushing softly against the skin of his thigh as she speaks yet her eyes are looking up at him, watching for his reaction. He’s quiet as he watches her as she litters kisses across the plush of his thighs, getting closer to his crotch with each kiss, “I’m all yours” she whispers as she starts to mouth at his hardening length.
“Oh fuck” he moans as she takes his tip into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks him in, “Want, fuck, want you to stay in control” he gasps as she moans around his length, the vibrations leaving him shivering and fighting the urge to cum already. “Want you to ride me, want to cum inside you” he practically whines as she pulls off of him.
“As you wish baby, shuffle back for me” she instructs, pushing herself up off of her knees so that she can climb onto the bed with him, not stopping until she’s straddling his lap. She gently takes him in her hand, feeling the slick of her saliva as she rubs his tip along her folds which makes him groan, “Yeah, you feel how wet I am for you baby, going to put it in, ready?” she asks, lining it up with her entrance.
“Shit shit shit” he curses as she sinks down on him, her hot tight warmth enveloping his length as she watches his eyes roll back as she begins to bounce her hips on him. He’s not going to last long, they both know that and she does everything she can think of to get him to feel good. She clenches around him as she runs her hands up his chest, softly scraping her nails along his skin as she pulls them back down again and again but what seems to send him over the edge is when she leans down to whisper in his ear.
“Come on baby, fill me up, need to feel it please baby” she begs, her lips brushing over the shell of his ear as she speaks. His hips begin bucking wildly as his moans become more of a cry and she knows he’s there and just a few more thrusts before she feels the first ropes of his hot cum spilling into her. She lets him ride out his high, slowing her movements so that she doesn’t overstimulate him until he stills beneath her.
“You’re fucking perfect, I love you” he says airily as he catches his breath, tugging her down until she’s flat against his heaving chest.
“I love you too” she speaks into his skin, following her words with kisses against his chest as he basks in the afterglow until he realises that she didn’t cum. “It’s okay Eddie but if it really means that much to you you can make it up to me another time but right now, you need sleep” she reasons, stifling a laugh as he yawns, confirming her words as he reluctantly agrees and almost as reluctantly lets her go so she can clean herself up. By the time she gets back Eddie’s already asleep and she smiles as she climbs into bed next to him, snuggling into his side as she lets sleep overtake her as well.
And Eddie keeps his promise to make it up to her for looking after him but waking her up by eating her out until she’s lost count of how many times she’s cum.
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gyllenflower · 11 months
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let your mind run free with this one but prompt 29 “he doesn’t fuck you like this, right? Then you don’t need him.” and prompt 3 “come on… no one is looking” would be immaculate for rick grimes. like set in alexandria pre-negan but post- deanna ✨✨
Pleassseee, Rick Grimes x Taken!F!Reader drives me insane. I wrote Rick out to be really horny in this one, but hey - Rick Grimes can get away with it. I revised this pretty fast, so I’m sorry if there are mistakes! I hope you love it cuz I enjoyed writing it 🥹 <3
word count: 3195
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warnings: smut! 18+!! alcohol, CHEATING!!! public teasing, male masturbation, belt tying, unprotected sex, nipple sucking, praise, facial, Rick saying “mama” >>>
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The first time Rick had ever made a pass at you was at a dinner that one of the people in Alexandria were having. You were both aware of the tension between you both, (so were the others around you).
You had walked away from the conversation you were in to get a drink in the kitchen.
You didn’t think anything of it when you saw Rick at the counter, pouring himself a shot of whiskey.
“You look nice tonight.” He said, his accent heavy.
“Thank you, Rick.” You tipped your head at him. You walked towards him at the counter and reached for the shot he just poured. “Do you mind?” You questioned before you threw the shot back into your throat with hardly any issue, keeping eye contact with Rick.
Rick’s eyes scanned you up and down, slowly, and you slammed the glass back down next to him on the counter.
“You should come join the party, Rick. Everyone’s missing you.” You teased, starting to turn around and exit the kitchen.
Before you could, Rick’s hands were on your hips. You could feel his hard cock pressing into you from behind.
“God, are you always this prepared?” You turned your head back to him and smirked.
He cupped your cheek with his hand and kissed you hard, turning your head to reach him comfortably.
“These shorts you’re wearin’. Been thinkin’ about them all night. Can’t go out there this hard, honey. You wanna help me?” He asked, his hands traveling to your hips and squeezing hard.
“Rick.” You laughed, “Everyone is outside the door.”
“Come on, no one is looking...” He whispered in your ear.
You looked around and remembered everyone was pretty distracted with the music and the conversations going on. It was unlikely that someone would walk in, but there was still a chance.
God, it was risky.
You rolled your hips back against him and he moaned, resting one of his hands on your butt.
“God, you’re so damn pretty.” He said, accent thick with lust. You moaned, feeling Rick’s hard-on massage your pussy.
He placed his hand on the back of your neck and pushed you down to the counter, making the shot glasses rumble against the table. You both looked up at the door, making sure no one heard. After a few seconds, Rick went back to moving his hips against you. He groaned in pleasure and you smiled back at him, looking up from the table.
His hands snuck to the front of your shorts, hastily unbuttoning the front of your jeans.
You moved out of Rick’s grip, turning to face him,
“Nu-uh.” You tsked. “You wanna fuck me, you do it proper and in a place I’ll be comfortable. Not where anyone can walk in and I could be humiliated.” You told him quietly, moving off of the counter.
“Maybe, I want them to walk in.” He said huskily, still slipping a hand into the front of your shorts. He slipped his hand in and rubbed your clit with his middle and ring finger. You kissed his lips hard and moaned against him.
“I need you.” He husked.
You moved away from Rick, smirking up at him. He knew you were just playing hard to get.
“You know where to find me, Rick.” You said, buttoning your shorts and running a hand through your hair before exiting the kitchen and casually walking back into the party.
It had been 5 months since that happened.
Every time you touched yourself you pretended it was Rick’s fingers on you.
And every time Rick came into his fist, it was your name that he moaned.
You’d both thought about that night every day, almost.
Unfortunately, it was too late to act on anything. You had been talking to this guy for about 3 months. It was really just a fling. A good lay when you needed it and someone to keep you company when you had a bad hunt or a just a bad day, in general.
Rick dripped with jealousy every time he thought about you and ‘Mark’. Fucking Mark. Rick figured the only person he could blame was himself. He struggled not going over to your place every night. He didn’t know why, but his body just wouldn’t do it. Now that you were someone else’s, though, he couldn’t stand it.
You two were paired together for a hunt, courtesy of Rick, of course. The group was running low on pharmaceuticals and you agreed to tag along with him.
You were both looking for the safe house you all usually stayed in when you came this route. When you found it, you and Rick went around the house, making sure there were no ways for any walkers to get in.
Once you were both sure it was safe, you went to the small kitchen to whip you both up a snack. There was never much in these safe houses, they’re mainly meant to just be stayed in for one night. Every time whoever is on a hunt that time refills the food if they use it.
You settled on making you and Rick some crackers with cheese and ham and you replaced the food with some canned goods you found on your way there.
Rick was in the living room of the house when you brought him the snacks you made.
“I’m starvin’.” He said, smiling and eating the snack you put in front of him. You sat down next to Rick and grabbed a cracker.
“God, I'm aching.” You complained, groaning and laying back on the couch.
“I can give you a massage, if you want.” He offered. You smiled at him, shaking your head. It was best to not put yourself in tempting situations with someone as god-crafted as Rick. You knew you’d give in.
“No, that’s alright. Thank you.” You laid a hand on his knee, squeezing gently. The action made him breathe in a long breath, his cock nearly hardening completely at it.
He gave you a toothy grin, but you looked away, picking up a book that was on the coffee table in front of you both to distract yourself from the man.
Time had passed by peacefully between the two of you for a while. You were reading some stupid teen romance novel and Rick was sorting out the supplies you all found.
“I think I might turn in soon, Rick. I’m getting sleepy.” You announced, setting your book down and stretching your limbs.
Rick’s eyes dragged along your body, drinking in the sight of you.
“Alright. You can take the bedroom upstairs and I’ll sleep down here. Unless you wanna share.” He joked, looking back down at his gun and smirking.
He didn’t expect your response.
“Okay. That’ll be fine. You can just come up whenever you’re ready.” You agreed to share a room with Rick.
One part of you was saying to not do this - take your own advice: Don’t put yourself in tempting situations.
But every time you slept on this couch, your back hurt the next morning. Rick has a t least 8 years on you, so you know he would be hurting in the morning.
You pecked Rick’s cheek before telling him ‘goodnight’ and heading for the room upstairs.
Rick was sure you wanted him to follow you up there. He was positive that was a sign. Right? He’d been hesitating for so long on whether or not to fuck you. He wanted you so bad. He was hard just thinking about sleeping next to you. How was he supposed to sleep without fucking you tonight? He was so desperate for you. Rick groaned at the predicament and adjusted himself in his pants.
“Fuck.” He groaned.
He heard the bedroom door upstairs close. Maybe if he came right now, it’d be easier to go to bed.
He rubbed himself through his jeans, wanting some kind of relief without bringing himself out completely, in case you walked back down there. He groaned lightly as he grabbed himself, rolling his hips against his hand.
He imagined your ass against him, like at the dinner party. How good you felt against him. How soft your skin was, how warm you felt. He unbuckled his pants and unbuttoned them, reaching a hand into his pants.
“God.. damn. I want that ass in my face.” He moaned, imagining how you would sound as you fell apart for him on his tongue. He wanted to hear his name fall from your lips like a prayer. Wanted to feel your hand reach down for his hair as he ate you out and got you ready for his cock. It didn’t take long for Rick to stroke himself to an orgasm, rutting his hips hard and fast into his hand and cumming all in his pants.
It was about an hour after you when Rick joined you in the bedroom. He still didn’t know how he was supposed to sleep next to you.
What he also didn’t know, was that you heard every moan and groan from earlier.
Your offer to let him sleep with you was purely out of politeness. After hearing what you did, that changed. Fast.
Before you went to bed, you ripped your shorts off of your legs and took off your bra, leaving you in just an unbuttoned shirt and panties. You made sure to leave the blankets halfway off, so Rick would notice.
Notice, he did.
You felt the bed dip on the opposite side of you, but you made no move to show him you were awake. Rick’s hands trailed from your hip to your shoulder, grazing his finger ever so lightly against you. He stroked your hair hesitantly, pulling back after a few seconds and doing nothing.
Just go back downstairs. He thought to himself.
As soon as he was going to get up, you turned to him.
“I’m sorry if I woke you.” He immediately apologized.
You just shook your head and let your unbuttoned shirt fall open.
Rick’s mouth fell open in desire and you grabbed one of his hands, pulling it to your breast and placing it there.
It was all the permission Rick needed before scooting closer to your body and kneading your tit.
He brought his head down to kiss your lips, his other hand bringing up your face.
You moaned into the kiss as he brought you closer to his body, his hand loving your breast. He wrapped your leg around his waist and grabbed your ass.
“Grind into me, pretty girl. Remember that night at the dinner party, hm?” He asked and you moaned, smiling and nodding.
“Think about it every night.” You admitted.
“Me too, baby girl. Now, I finally got you to myself.” He crawled on top of you and kissed you deeper, bringing both of your thighs up to his waist. “Can’t wait to fuck you, Y/N.”
“Then don’t.” You told him, looking into his eyes. Rick smirked and brought his head down to your neck.
“Don’t leave any marks.” You reminded him.
Rick completely forgot. He moaned out loud against your skin and kissed along your neck and collar bone.
“God, I forgot. Oh, baby.” He chuckled. “I’m gonna make you mine tonight.” He growled, lifting up the shirt you had on. You lifted yourself, helping him take it off of you.
He moaned at the reveal of your hard nipples and took one into his mouth, suckling it in between his teeth. The pleasure made you hiss out and wrap a hand in his hair.
One of Rick’s hands went into your panties to rub your clit.
He moaned at the contact with your pussy, “You’re so wet, pretty girl.”
Rick rubbed tight and quick circles against you, and you shoved your head onto his shoulder.
“Rick.. that feels so good.” You breathed out.
“Yeah, mama? You don’t need much preparation.” He chuckled.
“I heard you earlier…” You explained.
His movements on your hand stopped and you were afraid for a second that he might be mad.
Quite the opposite, actually. The fact that you were listening to him turned him on more.
“Bad girl.” He chuckled, continuing his circles. “Can I fuck you?” He asked in a whisper.
You nodded desperately, “Please, Rick. I need you inside me.”
He kissed your neck and trailed his lips up to your ear,
“Your wish is my command, pretty girl.”
He moved to undo his pants and you helped him with his shirt simultaneously. Rick slid off his pants and grabbed your hands together. He pinned them above you and you felt cool leather hit your skin. You looked up and bit your lip when you noticed what Rick was doing.
He had his belt around your wrists, tying them together and hooking them at the end of the headboard.
“You just stay right here while I fuck you.” He slid your panties down and brought his cock out of his boxers, sliding those down, too.
“Where would I go?” You smirked, lifting your head to kiss Rick. He smiled against you and grabbed your hips with his rough hands. He pulled you closer to his hips and positioned himself at your entrance.
He entered you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. You both breathed out in pleasure and Rick groaned, staying still inside you for a few seconds.
“My God, I’ve waited for this pussy for so long.” He said, dropping his head to your collarbone and kissing it.
You just moaned in response and rolled your hips against him.
Rick laughed out against your skin and kissed you in a pleading manner. “Just give me a sec, babe.”
“C’mon, old man.” You teased, biting your lip.
“Old man?” He furrowed his brows.
His hips started fucking into you quickly, snapping hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck!” You cried out in pleasure.
Rick clamped a hand down on your mouth, briefly looking at the window next to the bedroom, “There are walkers out here, you know.” He smirked, a warning to keep your voice down.
His hips continued slapping into your ass and he scoffed in your ear, “Old man. You’ll regret that one. An old man wouldn’t fuck you this good, would he? Look at how much you love it. I’ve only been inside you for thirty seconds.”
He rammed his hips into you and you struggled to come up with a response. Even if you did, Rick’s hand wasn’t letting up anytime soon.
“I’m gonna fuck that little hole and I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face. Every time he kisses you, he’ll kiss a spot I’ve already marked. Every time he fucks you, all you’ll think about is me.” Rick growled, holding your hips against his cock while he entered and exited you like he’s always been there. Like he’s fucked you so many times before. His thumb went to your clit, rubbing it slowly, making you feel every circle. Your hips jerked against him and you gasped.
“Rick.” You moaned.
“That’s it. Let me hear you moan my name. I wanna look at you while you cum.” His southern accent did something to your pussy that you’d never felt from another man’s voice. It reminded you of the whiskey you downed when you and Rick had your first encounter.
Sweet and rough.
Your arms pulled against the headboard and made your already aching body hurt more. You looked up at the belt and back at Rick,
“Kiss me.” You pleaded. He smirked at you and grazed his lips right over your mouth. You reached up to kiss him, and he pulled away, teasing you. “Rick…” You whined. He laughed lightly, kissing you hard. He pushed his tongue into your mouth as his thumb still worked at your clit. Your stomach felt tight and your hips rolled desperately against his thumb.
“He doesn’t fuck you like this, right? Huh, Y/N?” Rick asked, slowing his hips, teasingly. “Does he?” He yanked your face to look at him.
“No.” You said honestly, smirking. “Too fucking vanilla.”
“Then you don’t need him. Need a real man in your life.” He growled, grabbing your neck with both of his hands. “Need me in your life. In this tight cunt.” He spat viciously, moving his hips at a precise pace. He fucked into you with slow but powerful thrusts. The bed shook with how he fucked you into the mattress and you could feel the band in your tummy ready to bust.
“Rick! Rick- Make me cum on that good dick… Fuck, I want it! Been waiting for you.” You moaned, trying to wrap your arms around him, but were reminded by the pull on your muscles, that you were tied down.
“Gonna cum for me, mama?” He asked smugly. You nodded desperately and his hands grabbed at your throat, squeezing just enough to cut some of your air.
Rick leaned back more on his heels and the new angle allowed him to hit right into your g-spot. You cried out, looking for Rick through the darkness of the room. You found his eyes and locked yours with his,
“Come on my cock, baby girl. I know you want to.” He coaxed, stopping his snapping hips and switching to rolling his hips. He rubbed against your clit deliciously and his dick nudged your spot deliciously every time he pulled back into you.
“Please, fuck!” Is all you could say as you clenched down on his cock and let go. Rick fucked you through your orgasm, his own hips faltering. You shook against him, awaiting his own end. He reached up with his hands to undo his belt holding you against the headboard, letting go of your sore wrists.
“Fucking… Gonna cum. Make me cum.” He demanded, quickly pulling out of you and bringing himself over your chest.
He jerked his dick off over your chest quickly, desperately chasing his orgasm. You replaced his hands with yours and teased his cock with your tongue, reaching down to lick at his swollen tip every time he thrusted up into your hand.
“Cum all over my face, Rick. Wanna feel your hot cum drip down onto my chest.”
Rick moaned loudly at your words and rutted his hips against your hand as he shook with pleasure. His cum shot out, coating your face. You caught the last bits of Rick’s cum with your mouth, sucking the very tip of his cock.
“Oh, baby, fuck- Ok. I gotta stop.” He breathed out shakily. He carefully stepped back over you and took his place at the spot next to you. Rick grabbed a shirt and threw it at your face. You gasped and wiped your face off, hitting Rick in the arm playfully.
He laughed loudly, and kissed your shoulder.
“Silly man.” You commented, wiping up the last bits of his cum. You handed him the shirt back and he used it to wipe himself off as well.
“You bring it out in me.” He shrugged, bringing you close to his body and snuggling you and discarding the shirt.
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"Better" Kinktober day 12 - Fingering
Neytiri the tskaha mo'at'ite x fem!human!reader
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a/n: it's day 12 if you expect plot there is almost none ☠️
Shout out like always to @pandoraslxna for amazing prompts
summary: Neytiri finds out that a human never gave you a proper orgasm.
warnings: 18+!, fingering (R receiving), oral (R receiving)
Minors do not interact!
It wasn't like there was something wrong with them. Your sex partners just weren't into foreplay so that's why you had to finish yourself off in another room after the sex. It was a tiring thing to do but you were too shy to approach your former partners like that and confess that you have never come. You didn't want to hurt anyone, perhaps they were putting their best into it and you were just picky and ungrateful? Sex itself wasn't bad, those were pleasant, but they just never got you to the very edge. You didn't blame them, but Neytiri for sure did. She took the whole case seriously, she was always so serious about many things. The daughter of the leader treated her duties seriously, at this moment her duty was to please you. That's what's friends are for, right? Helping each other out.
"Come on, human. I don't know what is so hard for them to understand," she says as she makes you come on her fingers for the fourth time already. This woman knew her way around or rather in the female body. You knew that your friend had her way with everyone, she wasn't the one to sleep around by any means but when she did she did it well. Her experience was out of her eagerness to please the other person, she knew what would make you whimper. Neytiri kept pumping her slender fingers in and out of you, at a pace so fast that your head was reeling. Neytiri took pleasure in making you scream with the way her blue long fingers pushed inside you, curling them and massaging your walls. "I am so much better than them, am I not, ma Y/n?" Neytiri was smirking playfully, knowing that once again she beat humans in something. She was able to please you in a way that any human couldn't.
"Yes! Yes, you are! Making me feel so good." When you thought that she would be done, she leaned down to your dripping hole, her wet from your juices fingers massaging your nub while her tongue entered you. Sometimes you thanked the God or Eywa that Neytiri was bigger than you, which meant bigger everything including her tongue. "Fuck... Neytiri... Fuck fuck fuck... I can't take it." The warm and thick muscle felt better than many human things, perhaps it was skills that mattered the most. You pulled on her braids feeling herself getting closer again, it was beginning to hurt even, but Neytiri had to make the night unforgettable for you. She wouldn't leave your delicious pussy until you were a shaking, moaning, and whimpering mess. Her tongue and fingers switched, her tongue on your clit when her fingers attacked your insides again. Her fingers felt like a gift straight from Eywa.
"Would you look at that, human? Your pretty pussy clenching around my fingers. I don't think you have ever clenched around someone before," once again she announces that she is better than humans, and honestly? She was, making you cum over and over, dissolving you into a complete mess of a human. Another one of her victories, she left a human in such a state. After all, she was your friend and she just needed to raise your standards higher.
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stargirlrchive · 9 months
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Wait but girl!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️ Can you imagine just laying in bed with Miguel after he’s given you a very proper fcking ploughing. Your head on his chest, your hand over his heart, and your leg thrown over one of his as he’s got his arm tucking you in as close to him as possible while his hand is on your hip lazily massaging the now achy bone there. When you finally cut the silence with a soft giggle he smiles and his heart beats a little faster at the sound. Then you look up at him with those eyes giving him ✨ojitos✨ and the sweetest smile ever and fck he’s falling again. Harder than he even thought possible. And when he asks what’s so funny your nose scrunches up as you giggle again and reply idk and dammit! his heart swells 3 more sizes just for you and he can’t resist the urge to lean down placing the softest kiss ever in between your brows and there you go again with that soft laugh. And yup, he’s most definitely putting that ring—safely hidden away in his sock drawer—on your finger.
OH BLOODY HELL!!! Isn’t that way too painfully fcking cheesy & soft??? I’m gonna throw up!!
But ☝🏽 I am a firm believer that Miggy’s got a big mf’ing weakness for the sex-hazed doe eyes + sparkling ojitos
I need that man BAD
He needs ME even BADDER!!
no no no this man is the biggest softy for his amorcito!
like i love the idea of miguel being the biggest asshole to everyone BUT you. like he’s only ever mean when y’all are having sex but after??? oh my god he’s pressing kisses into any part of your skin, massaging your achy muscles, whispering how much he loves you
you’re so soft and small compared to him but he loves when you wrap your arms around him, and hold him, you’re all giggly because how is he so soft with you? like you have him wrapped around your finger and you both know it !!
and you’re all sleepy and your eyes are low and hazy, completely blissed out and he just can’t believe he’s yours?? like how???
IM GONNA BE SICK I WANT HIM BAD
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Good Fences (Fluffuary #16)
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FEB16: Long Walk
Author's Note: Y'all, I'm sorry. I'm struggling today. Hope this is okay.
John’s teammates had all flown off to their respective final destinations, and you were alone once again. Since he would be on leave for a while, you decided it might be a good time to get away. So, he came up with the idea to take a trip up to the Catskills to camp and enjoy the cool spring weather. 
The drive up to the mountains was long, but it was beautiful. You and John talked about everything under the sun, and you shared a playlist together, singing loudly — and maybe a little off-key — in the car together. He held your hand when the roads were easy, and when you took off your hoodie to cool down for a bit, you caught him staring out of the corner of his eye. 
When you arrived at the campsite, he was an expert at putting together the tent. You helped when you could, and you started making some sandwiches for lunch. 
“Did you want to take a walk up to the cliff there? If I remember right, it’s a pretty amazing view,” you suggested. 
“Alright,” he smiled, “That sounds great, love. Lead the way.” 
With lunch finished and cleaned up, you secured the camp and headed for the viewpoint. The hike was extremely easy, and there were some parts of the trail that were wide enough for you to walk side by side, holding each other’s hands. 
The vantage point was deserted. You had expected crowds with the nice weather, but no one seemed to be camping in this area. It was wonderful to have it all to yourselves, and when you reached the top of the trail, the view did not disappoint. 
John sighed as he looked out over the cliffside,
“Stunning.”
“It really is. Thank you for coming with me, John,” you wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned into his side, relaxing into his broad body. 
“Mmm. You’ve been givin’ me bloody good views all day, haven’t you?” He commented.
You raised an eyebrow at him,
“What do you mean?”
“You know that shirt’s proper transparent, right?”
Your blood went cold, and you looked down at yourself. From your angle, it looked like a normal shirt, and even though you didn’t need to wear a bra with it due to its compression fabric, you thought it looked fine. You asked,
“What? Are you serious?”
Instead of responding, John smirked and turned you toward him, squaring your shoulders with his. Then, he took his fingers and began to gently rub your nipples through the shirt, finding them immediately without needing to guess. The slick fabric made his touch feel intense and it tingled across your flesh, making your body respond to him right away. Your nipples hardened into taut peaks, and he began to pluck at them cruelly, making you writhe beneath his hands. 
“Serious. I can see damn near everything, love. Not that I’m complainin’,” he grinned and leaned down to kiss your neck. 
“Oh, God,” you whispered, your mind going blank as your pleasure took over. 
“Don’t worry, darlin’,” he whispered back, “There’s no one around.”
“John,” you were nervous, “What if… mmf… what if someone comes?”
“They won’t,” he chuckled, dragging his hands up underneath your shirt, cupping your bare breasts in his hands, warm and greedy. 
He began to squeeze them softly, massaging your flesh and heating your skin, kissing your neck all the while. You were nearly trembling from his affection. The fact that he was touching you like this in a very public place — even if it was deserted — was making you feel wild and unruly. 
“Such a pretty girl,” he praised you in your ear, nearly growling in the dark gravel of his voice, “Perfect fuckin’ tits. So soft. Sensitive, hm?”
He pinched your hard nipple, increasing the sensations he was already sending to you, and you gasped.
John laughed quietly to himself, enjoying your reactions to his efforts. He smiled and said, 
“You wanna feel what you do to me, love?”
He took your hand and placed it over the crotch of his jeans, and you were shocked to find him fully erect, his cock standing flush and upright, the swollen head of his length threatening to peek out over his beltline.
“John,” you whined, “Take me back to camp, please…”
“Better be quick, pretty girl. Double time.”
You giggled, wriggling out of his hands and heading back down the hill at a quick clip, and he moved to chase you, pinching your ass as he caught up. Luckily, you made it back to the tent without running into any other campers, but you made a mental note not to trust that shirt again.
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My mostly wholesome Price thought of the day is just wanting to give him a massage. And I don’t mean a quick shoulder rub; no, I mean a proper full-body massage with oils and candles, and all because he deserves to be pampered. Price (and honestly all of the boys) is so stressed all the time, it comes with the job, and because he’s in charge and bears so many different burdens, I am certain he carries some of that tension in his body, especially his back and shoulders. He’d never ask for one, but I’m sure he would appreciate it so much. Knowing that you care enough to want to relieve some of his stress would warm his heart and just make him love you that much more. Plus, you’d get to touch him however you want, and he’d undoubtedly thank you afterward by making you feel good, so it’s truly a win-win situation. In conclusion, I love him, and I am projecting because I, too, am stressed about finals and would benefit greatly from a massage lol -🧚🏽‍♀️
You always seem to know exactly what is going on in my head, and I'm genuinely in awe over everything you write.
Price, to me, is someone who never takes. He gives, always. He'll be as rough as you want. As sharp as you need. He puts everyone, and everything, before himself. He's a natural born leader. Utilitarian to his core. He's the first one who takes the shot, who gets blood on his hands, to spare everyone else from the hardships of it. He carries the weight of every single action on his shoulders and eases it with vices in the form of cigars and scotch, and screams himself raw on the battlefield. He refuses to be coddled or cared for because it's not Important. He's not important compared to everything else. 
He's secondary even in his own life. 
So, imagine just—pretty little woman'ing him in the tub. 
He comes home, reeking of stale tobacco and aching from his duties. Joints aching from carrying the world in his hands. He just wants to sink into bed with you by his side. 
But you don't let him. You drag him to the washroom where it smells of lavender and clary sage. Where you've run him a warm bath, poured him a glass of his favourite scotch (and a bottle of water, because God knows this man needs something more than malt in his belly), and you've given him a cigar. You don't condone his bad habits, but he's a man who bears the brunt of everything in his aching muscles. You let him have his comforts—some of the only things he chooses for himself.
You pull him into the bathroom, undress himself yourself despite his protests that you're doing too much, he doesn't any of this, he just wants you—
You press kisses, and pepper reverent whispers into each battle scar and old wound. You sing hymns in every knot that clots under his skin until it's smooth again. 
It's easy to revere him in the same way he does you, and you worship each blemish on his body until adamantine sapphires melt into liquid blue lagoons. Until his shoulders sag, and the wrinkles in his forehead dissipate.
He goes willingly when you tug him into the tub, brows raising when you get in first, settling against the back. Price huffs, amused, a little bewildered, but he goes along with your demands, and sinks into your embrace. It's a little awkward, a little unsure. He isn't a man who allows himself these small moments of affection—its all saved for you. Not him, never him. 
But you persist. 
You've never held him like this—and with the way he tenses before liquifying with a groan into your arms, you wonder if anyone ever has. It cudgels into you. A small moment where you resolve, absolutely, to hold him like this more often. 
Price huffs, and tsks the entire time you wash him, telling you it isn't worth it, he can just shower, you don't need to go so far for me, love. 
It breaks you a little.
You press a kiss to his nape. "Shut up, and let me spoil you for a moment." 
The stutter in his lungs, the sudden silence—it's all an extension of just how brassbound and ironclad his resolve is, and how heavy he must feel to carry it all alone. Has anyone ever spoiled him before? Has anyone ever tried to rub the grit off with gentle hands, and a soft touch? 
(You ache at the thought.)
You nip his skin when he sinks down against you, eyes fluttering shut in a moment of contentment, bliss. He looks so young like this. So raw and vulnerable, and you feel the affection spume deep inside of you. Your unshakeable mountain of a man. 
Your head falls, forehead resting on this shoulder as you run your fingers over his worn, battered flesh. Each stroke to his skin is done with purpose, conviction. You touch him as if you could suffuse the heft of your love into his marrow where it will aerate in his heavy bones, and ease his burdens. 
He rumbles, a noise of pure pleasure, and you hug him closer to your body at the surprise that leaks into the grunt. 
He deserves the world and more—
"I'll make you feel even better when we're finished, love."
—and you plan on showing him. 
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raindrop autism boyfriends... Dew is sensory seeking whilst Rain is sensory avoiding. so i (along with @divine-misfortune and @gh-woah-st) present to you:
Dew in the Abbey's recording studio booth shredding on his guitar just making as much noise as possible and Rain in the control room with his noise cancelling headphones on reading a book. they're both in environments that they find the most comfortable while still spending time together and enjoying each other's company (parallel play babeyyyy).
if they need to talk to each other they sign through the glass. like Rain noticing Dew trying to get his attention and when he looks up Dew signs "i love you". in response Rain gets up and breathes on the glass to make it fog up so he can draw a little heart in it.
they both take little moments away from whatever they're doing to just subtly watch the other and the way they get absolutely lost in their respective activities. Rain loves watching Dew's skilled hands and Dew loves seeing how Rain's facial expressions change as he turns each page. and occasionally they'll both look up at the same time and catch each other's eye and break into the goofiest grins and giggles. and god does Dew love the little shake of Rain's shoulders as he laughs and the way he tries to stifle his giggle in the back of his hand even though Dew cant hear him.
Rain makes Dew take proper breaks so that he doesnt strain his hands and Dew spends the whole break nuzzled into Rain's side while the water ghoul massages and stretches his hands. Dew will ask what's happened in the book so far and Rain will explain it all to him and gets really into it while Dew just listens and stares at him with so much love and adoration. when Rain's finished explaining, Dew will take a quick swig of water and kiss him on the forehead before going back in the booth.
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Aromatherapy
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Warnings: little nsfw, please thread with caution
Lifeweaver x GN reader
Note: Welp, there it is! My first drabble starring our favorite Overwatch Support. I got this idea when helping @cerezzzita finding her own ideas for a smut fic. Her encouragement for me to write this is honestly the main reason you're reading this.
Happy reading 💕
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He watched you from his spot on the bed. Skin flushed from the shower and a few droplets of water still clinging to your hair. Even completely exhausted and cranky, you were still beautiful to him, and when he extended his hand towards you, you circled the bed with a small smile and walked between his knees as his hands held yours.
„Gods, you look awful darling. When was the last time you properly rested?“
Niran rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles, playing with your hands as his eyes ran over your sleepy countenance. Your eyes were bloodshot and barely opened, your shoulders hunched over as if bearing an invisible weight.
You chuckled, swaying a little to relax your sore feet. „I think the only proper rest I get is when I’m dead.“
„Ah, but there are ways to gain euphoria even in the world of living.“ He gives his most charming smile.
„Is there?“ You let him wrap his arms around your middle and pull you with him on the bed. You let out a silent oof as you fall into the freshly changed pillows and soft blankets. How wonderful it would be if you could fall asleep, but for that to happen every muscle in your body should not ache. Niran carefully turned you on your stomach. He could do whatever he wanted as far as you were concerned. You were too exhausted to fight him anyway.
Instead, you buried your nose in the pillow, scenting a familiar aroma of lavender. Ever since Niran started to live with you he brought a sense of comfort and relaxation to your place that you’ve never known you needed. He sprinkled the pillows with lavender pillow spray. Your eyes squinted into the soft warm light of scented candles of his choosing – mostly jasmine and cedar. And, of course, being given the exclusive privilege of partaking with him in his evening self-care routine. He turned your bedroom into an oasis of peace and serenity.
As you were dozing off on your shared bed, Niran looked through his bedside table through the assortment of bottles when he finally pulled out a sleep bottle from brown glass and translucent liquid swishing inside.
„Hng? What’re you doing?“ you slurred a little from your position on the bed.
„There’s no need to worry. I am only giving you a massage. You looked so stiff since you came home. Let me take care of you.“
Right. Only massage. You tried to ignore the shiver that ran through you as your robe slipped past your shoulders and settled at your hips. You heard the swish of the essential oil in the bottle, then pop of the lid and then felt coldness pool at your lower back. You gave an instinctive flich.
„Sorry, love. Should’ve warned you it’s a little cold.“ He cooed at you while he rested his warm hands at your back, spreading the liquid over the expanse of your back.
„Ish ok…“ you slurred into the sheets, already feeling yourself melting into his touch. With expert movements, Niran woked out small knots and tints in your back. His thumbs circling your spine, his palms smoothing out along your ribs. All the while you whined and groaned into your pillow. When he firmly ran his hands from your shoulders to your necky ou let out a full blown moan.
„Right there?“
„Hmm-mmm a little lower“ You let out a blissful sigh as Niran’s hands dig into your back, applying pressure to the stiffest parts of your muscles and undoing the stress that had gone into your body. You groan indelight when he digs his fingers in between you shoulder blades.
„That was quite the knot.“ Niran chuckles, drawing back his hands as he pours some more massage oil into his hands.
" Alright, please relax your back a little more,”
You hum in response and try to relax your body a bit more. You let out a sigh as you feel his slippery hands rub at your sore muscles. Whenever he found a stiff spot, he pressed his palms into it firmly until the tension dissolved away. You hear yourself let out hums of contentment as Niran’s slick hands slide down your lower back, thumbs rubbing along your spine.
“Your hips are also quite stiff.”
“Hnn!” Your eyes snap open when his warm hands squeeze your hips, electricity shooting through your body up and down. It didn’t matter how long you’ve been together, intimate touches like these always made you flustered.
Niran chose to ignore that sound and kept on rubbing your hips. You twist your head back to look at him. His own robe slid open, revealing a sliver of his tawny sculpted chest, his plump lips were pursed in concentration, and damn if he didn’t look good enough to eat. Your thoughts on relaxation went straight out of the window.
“Does this feel good?”
“Ah…yes.”Niran hums, giving your hips a gentle squeeze before trailing his hands further down until they’re rested on the plush of your thighs and you shudder, your voice hitching in your throat. He only peers at you once to observe your reaction to his touch, and continues massaging your thighs, kneading them and rolling the muscle under his skilled hands.
You bite back the appreciative keen bubbling out of your throat.He smiles at the sight of you squirming under him. You groan softly some more as his finger slide closer to your crotch, so deliciously close but still too far away for your liking. You buck up your hips, hoping that’ll be enough to communicate your need to him.
Niran leans closer, blowing warm air on the shell of your ear with every word spoken.
“My, my, looks like I’ve finally got you to relax. Why, you’re practically blooming in my hands.”
You let out another choked groan and try to lift off the bed, pressing your bare back to his chest. The only answer is a dark chuckle, as his hands slide higher to the place you need him most.You moan his name desperately.
“Shh, my love. Just lay back and let me take care of you. I promise that by the end of the night, you’ll be thoroughly relaxed.”
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barleyo · 9 months
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Shower Head.
Recom! Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)
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A/N: Sorry if this seems a little rushed! I hope you all enjoy it. By the way, I’m slowly figuring out how to set up a proper tag list, as I’ve noticed a few people have been asking to be put on one, so don’t be afraid to comment or message me, and I’ll be sure to add you in for my future works!
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Tags: Shower sex, inappropriate use of a shower head, water pressure play, humiliation, human reader, interspecies sex, human x Recom Na’vi, p in v, slight nipple play
Tagged Users: @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed
(Y/N) rarely used the RDA Base’s gym, as it was occupied by the recombinant soldiers and the colonel during the day, and she would have hated to bother them. She would usually steer clear from it, until she decided to start going at night. Nobody was ever there, and it was convenient for her to head to the small gym after her day in the lab and after eating her dinner. It was also especially nice that the gym had its own single shower that she could use and have all to herself in the later hours of the night.
After one of her late-night sessions, (Y/N) made her way into the bathroom in the back of the gym, connected to it by a door. It was small, only having enough room for a shower and dresser to place her shoes, clothes, bag, and towel on. Digging through her bag, she grabbed a bar of soap and a white washcloth, and softly closed the door, forgetting to twist the lock.
She hummed as the hot water hit her skin. Her entire body was aching and sweaty; the water felt like heaven. She ran her hands over her body, feeling her wet skin. Taking her soap and washcloth, she lathered herself in soap, forming little bubbles all over her body. (Y/N) massaged her soapy, strained limbs, still tense from her exercise. 
She rinsed herself and went to turn the water off until she eyed the shower head. She thought about doing it since her first trip to the gym, the second she noticed that it was detachable. 
“Hm, just this once,” she said to herself. It had been a while since she had been able to touch herself, so she thought it would be alright. What better time than now? She had privacy in the shower at least, unlike in her shared dorm.
Pulling the nozzle down, she fidgeted with the settings. She found a strong, almost pulsating option. She steadied herself against the wall, lifting one of her legs to rest it on a shelf. Her hand was shaky as she aimed the water to hit her clit. She didn’t know if the pressure was too powerful, or if she was too needy from her recent lack of pleasure, but at that moment, it did not matter to her. All that mattered was the sharp coil that was tightening in her stomach.
“Hello?” Loud banging on the door sounded in the room, the voice sounding muffled. “God damn it, hurry up in there.”
(Y/N) dropped the shower head out of shock, clenching her thighs together when the friction of the water against her clit was lost. She cursed under her breath. “Yeah, one second,” she hollered over the sound of the water.
She quickly aimed the water back to her cunt, feeling how close she was. She sighed as the water hit past her lips, landing directly onto her swollen bud. 
While (Y/N) continued, Miles grew impatient while standing outside of the door, only wearing a towel around his waist. He beat the door again, not hearing a response from the other side. It was late, and all he wanted was to shower and head to his own bed.
Usually, he would have just used the communal showers, but the gym was much closer to his room, and he was too exhausted to go any further than he needed to go. 
“What a fucking asshole,” Quaritch said to himself, still banging on the door. “Hurry up.”
He tried to twist at the doorknob, and to his surprise, it was unlocked. His eyes widened and he slipped into the room. He opened his mouth to tell (Y/N) off until he heard something from behind the curtain. His ears went back as he listened closely. A small whine came from the girl, ragged and breathless. 
Smirking to himself, he crept his hand to the curtain and suddenly pulled it to the side. 
“What the fuck?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, throwing the shower head at Miles. “Colonel Quaritch, what the fuck are you doing? Get out!”
His eyes scanned over her body, paying special attention to her soaked thighs. “So, this is what you were doing?” He caught the nozzle and aimed it at the floor of the shower.
“What? What are you talking about?” She grabbed the curtain and covered her body with it, poking her head out to talk to him, face warm and looking thoroughly embarrassed.
“While I’m out there freezin’ my ass off, you’re in here getting your rocks off with a shower head? Really?” He asked, teasingly, enjoying as her face reddened at his words. “That desperate?”
“I am not desperate,” she said with a shaky breath. 
“Yeah, well, that ain’t what it sounded like.” He grabbed her towel and handed it to her. “Now, if you’d get out, I’d appreciate taking a shower of my own. That is, if there’s any hot water left after what you been up to.”
Shrinking away from his gaze, she took the towel and wrapped it around herself, got out and walked over to the door. She held the doorknob and quickly turned around to offer an apology. Her eyes caught a look at his large body. Miles spared no time dropping his towel. Getting in nearly the second (Y/N) got out, he was reaching to close the curtain when he saw her eyes on him.
She stared at him for a few seconds, unsure on what to do as her eyes naturally fell to his length. She brought her eyes back up to be met with Quaritch’s eyes on her as well. 
“You havin’ fun over there? Maybe you should take a picture, it’ll last you a lifetime.” 
She opened her mouth but had nothing to say to him in response. 
“Hm? What, you embarrassed that I caught you lookin’? That’s alright, you can look. Or maybe you wanna come over here and touch instead?”
(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling more exposed than when she was actually naked. “No, it’s just–”
“Just that you’re still worked up? C’mere.” Quaritch reached his arm out to her in the small room and grabbed her hand and pulled her into the shower with him. Pulling her towel off, he threw it on the floor. 
She let him trap her in his arms, feeling her back flush against his chest. 
“Mean of me to interrupt you earlier, huh?” He took the nozzle and slowly inched it over to her cunt, barely hitting the outside of it with the stream. “Can I make it up to you?”
“Mhm, yes,” she said, leaning her head back into his chest, inadvertently swaying her hips and catching his dick with her ass. 
“Hold still,” Miles said, gripping (Y/N)’s thigh with his big hand, keeping her in place while he brought the surge of water in between her legs. He felt her leg tense under his hand and removed it, instead bringing his hand up to her chest. He took a nipple and rolled it between his thumb and index finger.
When he drew circles over her clit with the water, (Y/N)’s hips were quick to follow, chasing the feeling she had been itching for. 
“Can you–?” 
“Hm?”
“Inside? Can I take you inside of me?”
He chuckled and pushed her body forward a bit, just enough to be able to angle himself into her walls. She winced at the stretch, although the pressure from the shower head had made her wet, his cock still made for a tight fit in her. 
Quaritch attached the head to its proper spot and turned his focus on using the pads of his fingers on her clit. He ran his fingers jaggedly over the nub, roughly dragging over it while lurching deeper into her. His thrusts were shallow and teasing, barely letting her sink to the halfway mark of his length before pulling out.
(Y/N) yelped as his thrusts became rougher and more indulgent. Drops of water and slick dripped down her thighs and pooled to the floor every time he pulled out, slowly leaking out of her like a faucet. 
“I can feel how you’re tensing up on my cock,” Quaritch groaned. “Gonna cum soon, I know you are. You needy lil’ thing.”
“Yes, need you so bad,” she sobbed, eyes watering from her approaching climax.
His circles on her clit became messier, and his pace was rushed. The sound of his skin slapping against hers mingled with the high, breathy moans and nonsense sentences that came from (Y/N). 
“Fuck, hold still.” He pulled out and fisted his cock, pumping it quickly. Miles hissed and bit his lip, his sharp teeth drawing blood. Finally, thick spurts of cum painted the back of (Y/N)’s thighs. “Christ…”
Her hands traveled down to her own heat. “Colonel, I’m close–” she whined and felt her legs tense up when she came. Her eyebrows knitted together as she bit back a moan, instead focusing on trying to hold herself up while her cunt still fluttered and clamped around nothing. “Mmph..”
A still panting Miles wiped his cum off of her and grabbed her towel, wrapping it over her shoulders. 
“Go a-ahead and get outta here, girl,” his chest heaved as he spoke, “I actually have to shower now.”
“You know, I could possibly stay with you and help you get cleaned up,” she said, half-asking.
He shook his head and smiled, placed a hand on her shoulder, turned her around and pushed her out of the shower. Miles swatted her ass lightly to send her off.
“Cleaned up? Any shower with you would just make me feel dirtier. Maybe next time. See you later, hun.”
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