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A Future With You (Gojo x Reader)

Summary: It's been a long time since Satoru and you talked, and there are some feelings that are threatening to come to light. Can you both move on from your tragic past?

Content Warning: MDNI (18+) smut, penetration (unprotected sex, finishing inside, oral fem receiving), fem reader, some angst, porn with some plot, praise, past betrayl. Takes place post night parade, pre season one.

WC: 5.8k

Notes: I did it! First semi-long fic for JJK! Requests are open, fyi :)

“Why do you do that?”

Saturo Gojo's voice pierced through the room, interrupting your focus on your paperwork. Ignoring him, you continued ticking off points on your mission checklist, frustrated by the tedious task mandated by the higher-ups.

Ugh, it’s so annoying that they make us fill these out every time. It’s pointless, they never even read them.

“Hellllllloooooooooooooooo,” Satoru sings in your direction.

Glancing up, you find Satoru leaning forward in his chair, his white hair gleaming under the fluorescent lights of his office in one of the main buildings of Jujutsu High. His eyes are covered in thin, black material. To his right, Nanami is sprawled out on the sofa with his head resting on the armrest, one leg hanging off the side and his foot on the ground. He’s passed out, finished paperwork resting on his slowly rising and falling chest, oblivious to the world.

"My bad, I thought you were talking to Ken," you apologize, turning your attention to Satoru.

“Oh yeah, suuuuuuuure,” he pouts, “You always ignore me.”

“Not always, but most of the time,” you smile teasingly.

You were so used to Satoru’s presence, that ignoring him was one of the only ways to keep you sane. 80% of what he babbles on about is nonsense, and he knows it. He lives to tease you. The truth is, you’ve grown up together, faced death, lived and loved together. You don’t technically ignore him, you couldn’t if you tried, you just tune him down a little, like the radio.

After a brief pause, you relented, "Why do I always do what?"

Satoru smiles and leans back into his chair, pressing his fingers together.

“That thing with your feet,” he smiles, pointing towards them.

You draw your attention to your feet crossed on the coffee table in front of you. You only had your socks on, for comfort. Your brows furrowed in confusion, not exactly sure what he was getting at.

Satoru scoffs, reading your face. “That thing!”

“What thing?!” you ask, bemused.

Satoru sighs and tilts his head back in frustration. Bringing his hands together again, he begins to rub them into each other in a haphazard manner.

“This whole thing you do,” he continues to demonstrate, “It’s like your feet are making out!”

You begin to giggle as he becomes more aggressive with his hands. Your joy comes in waves throughout your body, thoroughly amused. Satoru knows how much you love his physical comedy, so he really hams it up for you.

Suddenly, he springs up from his chair and explodes like a firework, “You’re doing it again!”

“Argh, why are you yelling?” Kento grumbles from the couch, papers crumpling under his grasp as he sat up from his sprawled-out position.

“Oh, sorry Kenny,” Satoru puts a hand up to his mouth and grins. Giggles are still escaping from you as Kento grunts in frustration, gathering his papers and brushing himself off from his slumber.

“I was just over here trying so hard to complete my important work,” Gojo continues, "but we have a little cricket in the room," he quipped, looking over at you with a playful glint in his eye. It’s a look you are all too familiar with. It’s a look that gets you out of bed in the morning.

God, he’s so pretty.

Satoru is the type of pretty that transcends human – part of you swears he is extraterrestrial. His skin was born without imperfection. His white hair, although sometimes wild, is shiny and smooth. His teeth look like they are made of pearls. His body is sturdy, yet aerodynamic. Then, of course, there are his eyes.

His eyes are like mirrors facing a partly cloudy sky. Often you wondered if they would suck you in, spit you out, and watch you freefall.

Terrified of hitting the ground, you never fully give yourself over to him. You never released all of what was inside of you. If he was the sky, you were a single raindrop resting in a storm cloud, waiting to fall if the pressure of it all became too heavy.

But with him, at least on the surface, it rarely got heavy these days, so you were always able to float around in the bliss of ignorance. Maybe one day, the cloud would pass by, or evaporate altogether. Part of you hoped it would, part of you didn’t want to experience the pain that it could cause. A life without him seemed empty – a desert void of life.

But what came next threatened a downpour.

“Well, I’m out of here,” Kento huffs, “I don’t know why either of you let me fall asleep. You both know I hate staying here past five.”

“Sorry,” you start, “you just look so peaceful when you sleep. It’s a nice change of pace.” You smile, throwing him his jacket that rests next to you.

Kento let out a small hum in thanks, putting on his jacket in one quick move, swiftly exiting the room without a goodbye.

“Bye, my love! I’ll miss you every second you’re not in my arms!” Satoru cries out, running to the doorframe to wave Kento off. You scoff at his antics, turning back to your work, you finish off the rest of your checklist with disregard. Feeling the couch dip, you feel a familiar warmth on your side as Satoru makes himself comfortable.

“You know what’s funny?” he starts, “I’ve always noticed they way you mush your feet together. You do it constantly, you know that?” Taking his blindfold off, he loops it around his pointer finger, pulling the fabric back with his other hand. With pinpoint accuracy, he slingshots the band around your crossed feet. “They release a tiny amount of cursed energy when you do, it’s almost like you have a pilot light.” Obviously pleased with himself, his lips spread in a tight smirk, making your face feel warm.

God, you loath Satoru Gojo. The way his single observation makes your stomach do flips. Knowing that he perceives you. That he recognizes your patterns.

Suddenly, your hair is being pushed behind your ear by Satoru’s long fingers, his arm stretched across the length of the back of the couch.

“So soft,” you hear him mumble, barely audible. His fingers linger on the back of your ear, slowly gliding down to lightly pinch your earlobe. You watch him intently out of the corner of your eye, at a loss for words. Although his touches were light, they feel like they burn.

“Satoru…” the noise that leaves your mouth is barely a whisper.

“Hm?” he muses, fingers leaving your ear to grip your shoulder. His grip is firm, almost uncomfortable as he turns you to look him in the eyes fully.

This is one of those moments – he is sucking you in and you don’t know where you are going to fall.

That is how you two always seem to navigate, pushing the limits of what defines your relationship with moments like this. You were friends, colleagues even. You work tremendously well together, which both you and the higher-ups discovered after the death of Haibara, then the following departures of both Geto and Nanami. With just you, him and Shoko left of your former teams, and Shoko staying behind on campus to further advance her reversed curse technique, both of you were usually sent out together on missions.

At first, your missions were always done in silence, both of you trying to heal your traumas internally. In both of your defenses, navigating without verbal communication went on without a hitch. You danced around each other, synchronizing your attacks and defending the other’s back. You didn’t mind him taking the lead in most cases, because you were always exactly where you needed to be when the moment struck. You hate to admit that his looks of approval are what kept you going during that dark period of your life.

It wasn’t until you were at death’s door when feelings bubbled up to the surface. What seemed like a routine mission turned for the worse when a gaggle of special grade curses were congregated in your area. You were cornered, and with no way out, Satoru was forced to use his domain expansion. You knew it well, understanding the rules of the infinite domain. As long as you were touching, you were safe.

But Satoru cracked. In the fight leading up to the point of his release of the technique, he became high off of the feeling of exorcizing strong curses. He hates to admit it now, but his vision tunneled, and he forgot about you.

At that moment, you were not observed. You were not perceived. You were not recognized. You were an afterthought – a casualty.

As quickly as the domain exploded around you, it released. Satoru realized his mistake in a quarter of a second, but at the time, he thought that was all it took. Barely escaping the area, he raced back to Tokyo with you in his arms, your body breathing but lifeless. You couldn't respond to his cries, his profuse apologies, his pleads to the gods to let you live. Satoru Gojo thought he killed you, and he swore to you that he couldn’t, and wouldn't, move on without you.

Turns out that over the course of your time together, your roots were intertwining – hope for a new life manifesting in each other's strength to continue forward, despite everything.

You were out of it for weeks in a bed tended by Shoko. She cared for you, studied you. She took note that you were conscious, but unresponsive. It wasn’t until after where you told her that you were, in fact, conscious – all your senses worked, but you couldn't get your body to move. It was like you were frozen, much like how it was inside Satoru’s domain.

Satoru was banned from seeing you, although he often broke that rule. Every night you could sense his presence at your bedside, his delicate fingers tracing softly over your exposed skin. Those fingers always happened to make their way to your earlobe, pinching you softly there – a small plea for you to come to life. For you to sit up and slap him across the face for being so damn stupid.

And he would let you. He wanted you to leave him bloody and bruised. He wanted to experience pain by your hand. It was what he thought he deserved. That over you not talking to him ever again. Undoubtedly, that would kill him.

He received punishment from the higher-ups for being careless, to which he bore with no complaint. To this day he states that he is unsure what he would've done if you hadn't made a full recovery. Maybe it would have all been too much.

But you recovered, and you forgave.

You understood completely, knowing it was an accident. Yes, it hurt a little bit to know that he forgot about you, even for less than a second. Truth is, you forever want to hold a permanent residence in Satoru Gojo’s mind. Quite selfish of you frankly.

After your recovery, time went on and your plates began to fill. Satoru gained students. Nanami came back. New roles were filled. Expectations changed. Your relationship with Satoru continued strong, but it plateaued.

You were stuck in romantic purgatory.

Or so you thought.

“What are you doing?” you finally ask. You struggle to find the emotion hidden in his eyes. They seem excited, playful, yet serious. His brows are furrowed together, hair now fallen in front of them due to the absence of his headband.

Satoru’s lips pursed for a moment before speaking, “I-” he pauses, seemingly going over the words in his head, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while.”

His hand has yet to leave your shoulder, his thumb slowly rubbing circles in the small divot located in the muscle there. It feels heavenly. Something about his energy seems so calming to you in this moment, and you acknowledge how respectful it is that he waited for a natural minute where you two would be alone. It was very rare these days. Whatever he wants to talk about, you know it’s important to him.

“Satoru, whatever it is, you know you can talk to me about anything,” you say with sincerity, placing your hand over his own.

Satoru gives you a soft smile, “I know,” his eyes travel and find their way to your hand on his, “but rarely does anything we talk about revolve around us.”

Us?

You can’t help the fluttering feeling that gathers in your lower stomach. Satoru was right, you barely had any moments to talk about anything other than work. Nanami and you were always away on missions, and he was always preoccupied with his students and Megumi. You had a moment together after the trials of the night parade and the aftermath of Suguru Geto’s death. You consoled him, took care of him for a short while. But, again, he was quiet. He was in mourning.

After that, when things turned back to normal, you asked Nanami if you could do your mission paperwork together in Satoru’s office from then on out. Any chance you had to check in on him was one you wanted to take. Nanami, being the angel that he is, agreed to this, knowing your intentions without even having to ask.

You have feelings for Satoru Gojo. You care about his well being more than you care for your own. The man labeled famously as God’s Favorite is simply just a man to you. No matter what he or anyone else thinks, you know Satoru is not invincible. He deserves to be protected too.

After a few beats, your stomach settles, and you continue on with more confidence than even he expected.

“Yes,” you begin, “we should talk about us.”

Satoru’s eyes widen by a millimeter, just enough for you to catch.

“Okay,” clearing his throat for a moment, Satoru continues, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you because I’m tired of just letting precious time pass by. You know I care about you deeply, right?”

You nod in reassurance.

Satoru's eyes darken slightly. Taking his hand off you, he slumps forward in his spot, placing his hands under his chin, propping his head up. You watch as he looks forward out the school’s window, watching the pink skies as the sun begins to set.

He continues.

“You say so, but I don’t think you truly understand. When I thought that I took your life that day, like a dumb fucking idiot, I was prepared to rid this world of my presence completely. I know I’ve screwed up in the past, but I couldn’t screw up this.” Satoru gestures his hand back and forth between your space on the couch. “If I did, and I almost, I wouldn’t forgive myself. Things would have turned dangerous quickly.” The frown he bares hurts your soul completely.

“But we’re okay, Satoru,” trying your best to reassure him, now it was your turn to place your hand on him. Without much thought, your hand found its way to his thigh, gently rubbing the area with your palm. You felt his quad flex slightly at the touch.

Your hand is soon taken away to be held by both of his own, bringing them to his chin as well. His lower lip grazes the skin of your knuckles, sending a rosy flush to your cheeks. He pauses again, obviously finding it difficult to communicate his thoughts.

“Satoru, please,” your tone is soft, encouraging, “tell me what’s on your mind.”

What happens next feels like a whirlwind. One moment, you're sitting across the couch from Satoru, hand against his chin. Next, you are pinned underneath him with your head on the armrest, both his hands planted on either side of your face to hold himself up. Your legs are spread, the cold air touching the warmth of your panties under your skirt. His knee is in between them, pressing against the flesh of your inner thighs. Looking up, obvious shock sketched on your face, you meet his eyes.

Even in the shadow underneath his white hair, they shine with intensity. In the pools of blue, you can see that he is yearning.

You don’t try to move, you don’t protest his advancements. The closer he is to you, the more content you feel. Slowly, he brings his head down to yours, his forehead resting against your own. His breath is warm, smelling of sweet mint. With a lick of his lips, he continues again.

“I thought that you being alive was enough for me. That I could watch you go on, and just merely being in your presence, able to help when you needed me, would satiate my feelings for you.” You can feel the intensity vibrating off of his form. Satoru looks like a man who has starved for days finding his first meal. Is it terrifying? Yes. Do you love it? Yes. You can’t help the playful smirk that dances on your lips.

You don't know if you are going to regret the angle you are about to take.

“Then what happened, baby,” you purr, eyes challenging his own with a flash of pure lust. His eyes widen in what you can imagine is excitement.

“What happened?” Satoru chuckles, darkly, “What happened is I realized that I cannot go on if you are not mine.”

Satoru’s lips crash into yours with ferocity. Although somewhat aggressive in his movements, his actual contact with you is soft and sensual. His kisses are unleashing his secrets, one’s that seem hard to keep. Parting your mouth slightly, you push your tongue forward to invite him in. Your tongues begin to dance slowly, mixing each other's spit to create a lustful potion.

One of his hands comes down from the couch to under your shirt, tightly gripping your ribcage. Your hands come up to wrap around the back of his neck, your fingers playing with the short, velvety hair of his undercut. Satoru allows himself to come down slightly, resting his hips over your own. The corners of your lips turn up slightly at the feeling of the hard bulge in his pants against your core. A small moan escapes his lips at the contact. His body was reacting this way because of you.

How fun.

You take it upon yourself to start undressing Satoru. You start by unpinning his uniform jacket, opening it and pushing it off his shoulders. Bringing your hands down under his white cotton shirt, you take a moment to press your fingers into his hip bones, then you slowly lift up the fabric. Satoru, in compliance, sits up and lets you lift his shirt over his head and up his arms. Shirtless in front of you, you can’t help but admire his long torso. He is lean, but strong. You notice one long scar that starts where his shoulder meets his neck and ends around his belly button.

Around his neck, there is a thin silver chain with a small pendant at the end. Instinctively, you take it between your fingers and notice that it is a small raw amethyst crystal. Hm, the crystal for the sign of Aquarius, I wonder-

Oh.

Your eyes move up to meet Satoru’s, and you give him a knowing look. The small smile he gives to you hurts your heart, as you can sense the obvious pain behind his eyes. He removes your hand from his necklace and lays it on his chest where his heart is. You know that this is his way of telling you that he is okay.

Your breathing hitches in your throat as his hands come down to the top of your blue work vest. He quickly unbuttons the three buttons holding it together, opening it up, then grabs the bottom hem of your shirt and lifts it over your head, exposing your bra to him.

Satoru comes down to gently nip at the squishy flesh of your upper breast spilling over. You hear him deeply inhale your scent, a small hum in satisfaction leaving his mouth. He quickly grabs the lace of your bra, tugging it down so your nipple is exposed to him. Trailing his warm tongue down the side of your breast, he latches on to your bud, giving it a small suck.

The first gasp of the night leaves you, your legs tightening around his midsection in response to the stimulation. Satoru grabs both of your breasts in his hands, kneading them together while continuing his ministrations. You let your hand trail down his abs, passing under his waistband to find what you’re so desperately looking for.

You make contact with the hard tip of Satoru’s cock, a bit of pre smearing across your fingers. You let your hand trail down further, wrapping your hand around the base of his length, giving it a small squeeze. Satoru lets go of your nipple with a pop, letting out a strained hiss at your touch. His hips instinctively buckle forward, causing your hand to stroke towards him.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” he swears, tightening his grip around your chest. Not without protest, he shifts off of you, your grip coming back out of his pants. You give him a small pout, one he finds adorably sexy.

“I know, sweetheart, I know, but not yet,” he coos, cradling one hand in your hair, “I want to taste you first.”

Without hesitation, he quickly finds the zipper of your skirt, hidden in a fold on the side. In one quick swoop, your skirt and panties are off your body, down your legs and discarded to the floor. You are completely exposed to Satoru, now wearing nothing but your bra pulled off your breasts and your stockings. Kneeling on the couch in between your legs, you watch as he stares at your dripping cunt, a blush quickly forming on his cheeks. Now, you know Satoru is not the type to be bashful.

“What is it, Satoru?” you ask, shaky concern in your voice. Was something wrong?

“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he stares at your pussy in awe, his tongue slowly coming out to lick his lips.

You look down at yourself and your eyes go wide. Oh my god, I forgot.

Your hands come up to cover your face, your cheeks now burning hot. Of course this would be the case, of fucking course.

“I forgot,” you confess, barely a whisper, “my wax girl was always encouraging me to try something new. So when I went last week, I decided to go for it,” you gulp, “she told me all the different designs she could do for a landing strip, and I thought the heart one was the cutest.” You slowly begin closing your legs in sheer embarrassment, but Satoru quickly stops you, grabbing you by your knees and spreading you apart like a book.

If it was possible to Olympic-dive into a pussy, that was what Satoru just did.

Satoru Gojo is sloppy. He is messy. Going straight for your hole, he snakes his tongue in as far as it can go, lapping out your juices and spreading them all over yourself. Wrapping his arm underneath your thigh, he brings it around to the top of your pussy to grab your mound, lightly pulling it back so that your clit is jetting out of your folds. Once satisfied with your wetness, he wraps his lips around your bundle of nerves, sucking rhythmically and flicking it smoothly with his tongue. Satoru’s other hand makes its way underneath him, coming out from under his chin to insert two digits into your heat. Once he finds the rough patch at the top, he makes a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers. Your loud moans escape from you relentlessly. If this was a video game, Satoru Gojo knows all the lethal combos.

You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten. Oh my god, you had no idea someone could make you cum this fast. Of course, Satoru Gojo is good at eating pussy, of course he is.

Hands coming down to grip his soft, white locks, you tilt your head back in pleasure. Satoru in between your legs feels natural – it feels right.

“Satoru! Oh-” you cry.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he says into your folds, not stopping the work he's doing to make you snap, “you going to cum, princess?”

“Yes! Satoru-” words escape you as you reach your limit. Cunt pulsing around his fingers, you fully give yourself to your release, crying out in pleasure as your juices spill over. Satoru grinds his hips into the cushions as your cum drips out of you, moaning himself, he makes sure to savor every last drop, scooping some out with his fingers and sucking them clean. His cock is throbbing in the confines of his slacks, begging to be inserted into your pretty folds.

You watch with half-lidded eyes as Satoru comes up from in between you, mouth and chin glistening with your juices. His face is flushed, hair in disarray from your grasp, chest heaving as he breathes in air after suffocating himself inside you. You feel yourself pulse again at the sight of him. He looks like an animal, and it sets off something primal inside you.

Sitting up from your position, not knowing exactly what is coming over you, you grab Satoru by his neck and guide him to a sitting position on the couch. Once he’s seated, eyes wide in shock, you swing your leg over his lap and straddle him, hand still remaining around his throat. His hands come up instinctively to wrap around your waist. His mouth is slightly agape, looking up at you with lust and, maybe, a little bit of fear.

At this moment, you don't give a damn if you look crazy. You need him.

“Satoru Gojo,” you begin, your voice laced with arousal, “I am going to fuck you so well, you’re going to go blind.”

All he can do in response is nod. Dipping your head, you bring your mouth to the crook of his neck, sucking and nibbling at his skin there. He moans, tilting his head away to let you explore further. Taking your hand off his neck, you work to open and unzip his slacks. Tugging at the waistbands of his slacks and boxer briefs, he lifts up his hips so you can pull them down to his thighs. You look down to watch as his cock slides downwards, caught in the band until you bring them down far enough for it to snap upward and smack his abdomen, Satoru letting out a pained hiss as it does. His member is long and thick with a pretty-pink tip. It’s quite beautiful, really.

You look up again to meet Satoru’s eyes with a devilish grin. You can’t fucking wait to feel his member inside you. With a couple of long, drawn-out pumps down his length, he tilts his head back over the couch to let out a long moan. It’s music to your ears. Bringing your hand to your cunt, you gather some of your juices and coat your fingers. Wrapping your hand around him again, you pump harder and faster this time, gliding with ease when adding your slick. Satoru can only grip harder into your sides.

“Oh, you’re going to kill me, baby,” he gasps, “please, sit down on my cock. I don’t know how much more I can take.” He brings his head forward again to rest on your chest, and you take the opportunity to kiss the back of his neck.

“Okay, okay, baby,” you comply, taking the fat tip of his cock and positioning your entrance on top of it. Satoru quickly looks up again, wanting to watch your expression as you take him in. Slowly, you lower yourself onto him, letting his tip enter the first ring of muscle. You can't help but let out a moan, bring your hands to Satoru’s shoulders for support.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Satoru coos, “take as much time as you need baby,” rubbing his hands in circles across your hips, he brings his mouth up to yours and slips his tongue in, to which you suck sensually. You can taste yourself on him, and it turns you on.

You lower yourself a bit further now that you have adjusted, and it feels euphoric. Although you know it’s probably best to wait a bit more, you can’t help but push yourself to the limit to fully feel all of him. You need him. Gradually, in one continuous movement, you take him to the hilt. Not breaking away from his kiss, you wrap your arms around his head and completely relax yourself. Satoru’s tip was resting on your cervix, and you decided to start off with a couple pulses for good measure.

Once he realized what was happening, he broke free from your lips and gasped, “Oh, you naughty girl. You could just do that and you would milk me for all that I have.”

“Another time,” you smirk and lift yourself about halfway up his shaft to then quickly slam yourself back down again. Satoru cries out, thighs flexing in response. “I want all of you.”

“Yes,” he cries out, “you have me, baby. You have me now. Forever.” Bringing his hand down to your heat, his fingers swirl around your clit. You let out a gasp as he takes your juices and brings it to your nipple, covering it with your slick. Satoru then leans down and sucks on it ferociously.

“Oooo, yes, baby, yes, I love that,” you moan out, allowing yourself to start riding him fully. “You have all of me too, baby. Forever.” You quickly find a good pace, the sounds of your bodies slapping together sends you into overdrive. You can hear your pussy squelching over his cock, making you more aroused at the lewd noise. Satoru’s hands have found their way to the plush underside of your ass, helping support your weight as you move up and down on him.

With his member pounding your cervix, his mouth working wonders on your breast, and his hands spreading you apart, you can't help but feel yourself starting to tense up, coil threatening to snap. Satoru recognizes this, feeling the familiar sensation of your pussy clenching much like it did around his fingers. He can feel himself starting to let go, but forces himself to hold it together long enough for you to explode.

And that's exactly what you do. Holding him closely and shutting your eyes, your movements turn sloppy as you ride him to your release.

“Satoru, Satoru, Satoru, yes, Satoru…” Crying out his name, you let go completely, giving yourself over to him.

Satoru moans out as well, and you swear you feel him twitch inside you, but nothing spills over. Opening your eyes and looking down towards him, you can see that he’s fighting to keep it together.

“Satoru-” you begin to question, but let out a yelp as he lifts you off of him effortlessly. The world spins, and you find yourself thrown over the armrest of the couch, head dipping towards the floor with your ass up in the air. Not more than two seconds pass before he’s grabbed you by the waist and is slamming into you from behind.

“Ah!” you scream, tone somewhere between shock and pleasure, “Satoru!”

“Sorry baby,” he apologizes, but you can tell he's grinning from ear to ear, “but it’s my turn to fuck you.”

Satoru begins to pound into you without restraint. You can tell that he has one goal: to cum hard and fast. You’re obsessed with the way he lets his inhibitions go, knowing he can only be this vulnerable with you.

“Fuck, I-” he chokes out, “I- I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your body. I love the way that you feel around me. I love your voice when you cry out my name. I love how-” his voice breaks again. You can tell that he’s reached his peak.

“I love you, god, I love you,” Satoru grabs you by your shoulders, lifting you up to him so your back is now to his chest. His arms wrap around you, engulfing you in a tight embrace and burying his face into your neck. His thrusts were not letting up, but they were getting sloppier.

“I love you too, Satoru,” your heart swells, “You know I’ve loved you for a long time, baby.” You can feel tears brimming in your eyes and you quickly grab onto his forearms, craving more of his touch. You feel him nod into your neck. He knew, he always knew.

“You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum inside my pussy?” you coo at him. “Give it all to me, I want to feel you fill me up so good.”

You felt Satoru tense for one last time. Slowing down slightly, he pauses every time he hits your wall. Bringing one of his hands down to your lower stomach, he presses into you to feel the sensation of him inside you. With one last thrust, he’s spilling over, and you can feel thick ropes of his seed coat your insides. If you felt full before, you were even fuller now.

Satoru came, but he didn't want to leave just yet. Very carefully, with him still inside you, he picks you up to bring you to spoon him on the couch.

You laid there for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each other while you drifted in and out of sleep. While watching you intently and grazing the outside of your arm with his fingertips, Satoru decided then and there that he would formally ask you to be his girlfriend tomorrow, although he already wanted to call you his wife. He never thought he would allow himself to see a future with you, never thought he could forgive himself for putting you in danger. But now that he has made that step, there’s so many possibilities. All he knows is that he never wants to do anything without your support and love, and he will do anything to protect you. No one was going to take him away from you. He loves you, in every sense of the way.

“Satoru?” you call out to him, still in a sleepy state.

“Yes, my love?”

“You wanna sleep over at my place tonight?” You ask, a little shyly.

Satoru chuckles softly, “Of course, baby.” You feel him smile, hand coming up to pinch your earlobe.

The sensation sent you back in time. A time where you witnessed Satoru Gojo pleading for your future everyday at your bedside. You know now that he was pleading for something more – a future with you.

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A/n: Aye! Let me know what you think! <3

#gojo satoru #satoru gojo #satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk x you #satoru gojo x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #satoru smut

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suckerforlovesblog · 9 months

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Business pleasure

- Tommy Shelby

Summary: Attending one of the Shelby’s charity events the host sets his eyes on you and is determined to make you stay the night.

Warning: age gap, unprotected sex, piv, fingering, oral m receiving, rougher sex, choking, hair pulling

Word count: 1.9k

In all honesty you weren’t that much of a fan of charity dinners and foundations but you went without complaining because you knew how dear your attendance was to your farther. The attendance of the only unmarried daughter of one of the finest men in Birmingham never went unnoticed.

You got ready for the Shelby foundations dinner today, brushing your Y/H/C short locks and afterwards styling them it was popular at the time. You also applied make up, some mascara and a thin eyeliner, as well as some rouge on your cheekbones and red lipstick, wearing some simple gold studs in your ears and a simple golden necklace around your neck. After looking in the mirror you decided it was the perfect look for being your father’s arm candy tonight. You then put on your long shimmery black dress, with the help of your maid. It hugged your curves just the right way, a little tighter on your hips and with a modest but lovely cut to reveal your cleavage. The top part of the dress was covered with black pearls. You then put on some shoes with a light heel and went downstairs to meet your farther at the bottom of the stairs in the entry way. He was wearing a black tux with a white dress shirt and polished shoes. He looked as elegant as always. Eyeing you when you made your way down the stair he simply nodded, let you put on your overcoat and off you wear. On the way to the gala your farther told you how important this evening was and that you should make the acquaintance of Mr Thomas Shelby because your farther wanted to do business with him.

After getting out of the car, you took your father’s arm again and put on a smile, hoping the business part to be done as soon as possible. Upon entering the hallway you were greeted with some classical music and the chattering of many people. You threw smiles to the left and the right of you, sometimes stopping to converse and after finally reaching the main room grabbing a glass of champagne as soon as possible.

“The lady is either thirsty or very eager to get drunk, eh. Anyways get her another glass!”, a man ordered the servant and then brought all his attention towards you. He had the most blue eyes you ever looked upon and a very handsome face as well. He then took your gloved right hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it, afterwards introducing himself: “I seem to be one of the unlucky men who wasn’t as fortune to already be acquainted with you. I am Thomas Shelby, welcome to my gala tonight Miss…?” He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a match. He was older than you by at least 15 years but besides some fine lines next to his eyes he had now flaws whatsoever. His muscular body was hidden in a very well tailored black suit and his hair was cut in a kind of undercut. “Y/L/N”, you ended his question, “Very nice to meet you Mr. Shelby. You invited my farther tonight and he likes to bring me along hence I am his only child still remaining in Birmingham.” He nodded and blew the smoke out of his mouth before the coils say anything the waiter came back with your champagne and so you toasted with Thomas Shelby. Your farther then shortly appeared at your side and took over the conversation, even though you didn’t care too much about the business he conducted you often tried to listen and take part but today was different. You were still mesmerized by the beautiful man across you, you tried to not look at him too eagerly or too direct but yet he always seemed to notice and stare into your eyes with his piercing blue ones.

After a while you went on to converse with other people but always looking out for the blue eyes attached to the handsome man. Your farther left pretty early, leaving you at the gala with some guild friends since you were twenty two and old enough to stay.

The gala nearing its end Ada Shelby who you got along with really well tonight invited you to stay a little longer and have another drink with her and her family. You agreed and then sat down next to Mr. Thomas Shelby who gave you a small smile and looked deeply into your soul or so it seemed in just a couple of seconds. While conversing he brushed his hand slightly over your knee and upwards over your thighs, not looking away from the person he was talking to. You slightly shivered by his warm touch and inhaled sharply. He then put his hand on your thigh, maybe a little too high to be proper. You wanted his touch, you even craved it - you wanted him to touch you everywhere even though it’s rather improper. His hand crept up even higher , it was very hard for you to concentrate and he seemed to be enjoying it a little too much so you excused yourself and got up, leaving the room to get some air to breath. You were shortly followed by Mr. Thomas Shelby himself. He stood opposite of you, offering a cigarette. You denied the offer but and he took one for himself eyeing you up and down. His pupils were fuller and the deep blue a little darker now. He leaned forward, one hand on your hip, brushing his lips slightly over your neck up to you ear just to whisper how beautiful you were. You shivered again and your stomach got really weird. It wasn’t the first time you had been with a man but you were never this excited by him simply touching you. Since you couldn’t take it anymore you leaned forward to close the gap and press your lips to his. He smirked against the kiss but kissed you back and soon took control. One of your hands was know in his short hair, the other around his neck. His hand were on your hips, close to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. He broke the kiss to caress your neck and whispering inaudible things. You started moaning silently when he found your sweet spot at the crock of your neck and he got really passionate whilst you melted in his touch. “Maybe we should take this somewhere else, so no one sees us”, he whispered in your ear and you simply nodded. He took your hand, leading you upstairs into a bedroom it seemed.

Pushing you against the door, he began to kiss you once again. He kissed you with some much force your knees turned to pudding and you were willing to do everything for him in this instant. His hands crept under the hem of your dress and then upwards, caressing the inner side of your thigh and then brushing slightly over your covered heat. “Seems like your enjoying this as much as I am sweetheart”, he whispered against your lips. Know only noticing how wet and desperate you were for his touch. Your hands came to his vest, undoing the first button but he withdrew and looked you in the eyes: “I don’t like you taking control sweetheart. You’ll be a good girl and do as I say, eh?” You simply nodded and he mentioned for you to get on your knees, so you did. Your face now on the same level as the bulge in his jeans, you liked your lips whilst looking up at him and undoing his belt, then unbuttoning his dress pants until you were able to pull his pants and underpants down. His dick sprung free, standing up perfectly, hitting his belly. You swallowed and he let out a chuckle: “Think you can take it love?” Eager to proof him that you could, you took his erection in your hands, massaging it and then putting the tip in your mouth whilst keeping a close eye on Thomas Shelby to see his reaction. He put his hands on the back of your head and guided you, letting you take him one at a time, feeling praised by his moans and breathing. At one point you started picking up speed and then taking all of him in your mouth. He let out a hiss and when you drew your head back, he pushed you back down, very fast and all the way for a couple of times. You looked up to him through your eyelashes. His eyes were closed, he looked like he was in pure ecstasy - the sight of the beautiful man alone turned you on even more, you felt the wetness pool between your legs and your eagerness to please him.

Thomas let you keep going for a while and then withdrew, pulling you back up: “Now it’s your time to enjoy, eh?” His hands went under your dress once again, riding you of it very quickly, only leaving you in your underwear. He smiled and kissed your neck once again, whilst his hands roamed free over your body. He played with both your nipples and then pulling on your hair his hand went into your underwear, feeling the wetness between your fold. Thomas spread it around, playing with your little pearl and couldn’t keep from moaning. He then rid you of your underwear, his fingers at your entrance. Whilst entering you with one of his fingers, he mumbled into your ear: “So pretty and eager for my cock. You really are the gold child of the family.” He pumped his digit in and out, adding another soon and curling them inside you, he reached an unknown spot. You started moaning even more and he seemed to be very pleased, because he kept going, building your orgasm up nearly to the high point and then withdrew his fingers. You moaned at the loss of his fingers and Thomas only laughed, getting you into a position on all fours, butt up and then pressing his hard member to your entrance. His hands on your hips, he entered you with a forceful thrust, pushing your face into the pillows. You now looked back at him, a moaning mess under his touch while he took you like a whore. Thomas went hard and fast, ruining your any other man. One of his hands remained on your hip to steady him while he stilled fucked you ruthless, and his other hand came to your neck, putting some pressure on your delicate neck. The struggle for air and his pounding hitting the same spot his fingers did before you closed your eyes nearing your release. “Oh yes, cum for me sweetheart. Cum on my dick”, he whispered in your ear after having pulled you towards him still fucking you in a crazy pace. The sentence pushed you over the edge and you came undone on him, he helped your ride it out and soon afterwards you felt his thrust getting sloppy and he pulled out. He helped himself with a few pumps, moaning and then shoot his load all over your breasts and your stomach. Thomas looked down at the mess you were and smiled, his breathing getting more controlled by the second.

He soon went to get you a towel and you cleaned yourself with it, afterwards laying ins his arm. “It is a pleasure to do business with you Mr. Shelby”, you said, smiling. He chuckled and kissed you just to say: “Now you know where to find me Miss Y/N. I hope to see you soon”

#thomas shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby rough smut #age!gap #thomas shelby x reader

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blueangelcakes · 6 months

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Fangs

Deon x vampire,chidhood friend!reader

Sypnosis:Deon knew something happened to you during the 8 year-war. The way you looked at him sometimes was strange and almost animalistic,it’s a kin to a predator looking at their prey. He could never place his finger on what you became

A bright hall filled with candles. The stars are out and shinning a nice contrast against the bright banquet hall, it’s quite large. The floors are marble and there��s a large amount of servants lingering around with trays of all kinds of beverages in tow. Nobles scattered across the room and the royal family seated on their thrones.

The wine caught Dion’s eyes as a servant approached him he swiftly lifted off the tray and rested his other arm at his hip,closed his eyes and just as he was going to take a sip-

“Dear me! No no no !! Have you forgotten the state of yourself?!” The glass of wine was taken away from him,he recognized that voice it’s quite sweet and filled with worry. He lifted his head up to see you.eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed “the wine was taken care of by a servant,I prohibit you from drinking!!” ,You said sternly it was only then That he got a good look at you.

You were wearing a frilly white flowing dress with long, baggy sleeves that were slightly transparent.your heels looked almost like ballet shoes and you’re adorned in the finest diamond earring and a beautiful pearl necklace hung around your neck.you look positively stunning he’d think you were and angel if he hadn’t known any better.

Before he becomes your absorbed in staring you down he quickly snaps out of it, and remembers what happened and frowns to anyone else they’d think he was angry but you knew better,after all,you’ve know him practically your whole life.You know that he’s just pouting.”cmon now, look over there!!” You say maneuvering yourself next to him and linking your arms together.

You gesture out to the dance floor in the middle of the hall,”well? It’d be nice to finally get some practice in,dont you think?” You say smiling warmly at him. His eyes scan the room the timing you had to off up a dance was perfect. Before he could even open his mouth to formally offer a dance, you had beat him to it. Unlinking your arms you stood in from of him,again, and reached your hand out towards him”may I have this dance,my dear?” You ask smirking up at him mischievously.

The people around were whispering under their breathes amongst each other. At this point the dance floor was empty but the serene music still played.deon is starting to get a bit stressed but as always his face doesn’t show it.he puts his hand out onto yours”we shall,my lord” he says putting extra emphasis on the “lord” to tease you for you previous actions.

As you two walked to the dance floor you could hear the whispers in the crowd of nobles,but payed them no mind and walked in confident strides.

Just when the two of you have reached your destination,the song switched from something soft to something albeit more intense.”well this might become quite the work out”Deon said under his breath”well you needed one anyways my dear so stop complaining” you replied back in a teasing tone”yeah yeah” he responded in a sarcastic voice.

You both took your places, and begun dancing enchantingly,every swift move of his was followed by one of yours. You’re the”man” during this dance,despite that not being acceptable by society at all it’s shameful to the. But they cannot deny the elagance and sheer amount of precision in both of your movements.

just as the song go more exhausting and demanding to the body you were already having way too much fun to remember your surroundings and take a good look at Deon’s face.

Coughing it’s sounds rather close to you-oh! You whipped your head around to look back at Deon, blood was gush out of his mouth as he collapsed onto you. He hasn’t passed out,but, he’s certainly not okay.some of the blood got onto your dress as you hold him in your arms.

There’s chaos among the crowd, as people call for a doctor.

when the doctor finally arrives to the scene there’s the emperor and his two nieces surrounding him.

The doctor gently check him for any wounds as to not harm him anymore than he is currently. Deon wasnt focusing on anything other than trying to find you,but thats hard when his chest starts hurting every time he breathes. Everyone in the hall was panicking and the royals were too so in the midst of the panic no one thought to question where you went but him.

When he finally lifted his head up he saw you right infront of him out side of the crowd atound him.

Your eyes were a deep red that resembles blood,your eyes were locked onto him staring deep into his soul.You were looking at him as if he was a delicious snack, your mouth agape just enoght to show your fangs as drool dripped down your chin.

It was then that deon realized just what you became.A vampire

Wooooooo finally doneee i finshed this fic in the school bathroom lmaoo

#i’m not that kind of talent deon hart #deon x reader #deon #deon hart #deon hart x reader #deon hart x vampire reader #vampire #vampire reader #im not that kind of talent #im not that kindnof talent x reader #manhwa #manhwa x reader

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playername-player-of-games · 9 months

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@chrisrin‘s gemcyt au !! “Pearl” is actually Joel here :3

Well. Running was stupid.

The Human Zoo is absolutely not set up the same way as the palace- all confusing hallways and rooms that have doors at both ends, usually nice for escaping but now annoying as he’s been cornered twice now, only escaped because he’s willing to poof other gems- he’s feisty, for a pearl. At least for today. He knows he’s going to be shattered for this, he may as well go down fighting.

Left, left, left, he’s going in circles. Rubies shout behind him, five voices becoming one when they fuse. They’re faster now, but he’s got a head start, and he goes right this time, immediately crashing into a quartz on the turn-

He looks up, eyes going wide-

“Etho! Etho- poof me!”

He doesn’t have to ask twice.

Pearl isn’t usually aware of the happenings outside of his gem when he’s recharging. It’s dark when he poofs, he’s whisked away somewhere quiet. On a good day it takes him fifteen minutes to Reform, but today he stays quiet, stays put, in Etho’s pocket.

He catches bits of conversation- shouting, alarms, running. Etho gives vague answers to any questioning, and soon enough the rubies move on. Pearl stays put, though, for hours, until gentle hands put him back in open air- until he hears the gentle tap of his gem being set down.

“It’s safe to come out now,” Etho says.

Pearl reforms, swift and effortless, on the floor of a closet full of weapons. He looks up at Etho and confesses, “I’m going to be shattered.”

Etho’s eye widens- he’s not very talkative, for an amethyst, but he talks to Pearl sometimes- “why’s that? What did you do?”

Pearl buries his face in his hands- it’s one thing to commit treason and an entirely other thing to admit to treason. Etho helped him, though- lied for him, took him somewhere safe. He owes him, he thinks.

“I-” it’s terrifying to admit. He does not move his hands, does not speak louder than a whisper “-I fused with Pink Diamond.”

Stars- he’s really going to be shattered for this.

“Ah.”

“I’m going to be shattered,” Pearl says again, with rising terror, “they’re- they’re going to find me, and they’re going to shatter me, and they’re going to shatter you too, an-”

Not just shattered, he’s going to be space dust! If he’s lucky maybe he’ll become a star in about seven trillion years-

“Woah, woah, hey, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Etho interrupts. He guides Pearl’s hands away from his face and holds them tight, mismatched eyes calm, somehow, despite everything, “you’re going to be okay.”

“And you’re not?”

“I’ll be okay too.”

“How?”

“I know a guy. I’ll get us out of here,” Etho shrugs. Before Pearl can lose his mind over that particular string of words, Etho questions, “how’d you end up fusing with a diamond?”

Pearl freezes. This is really just- not a conversation he wants to have. Etho rubs his thumbs across the back of his hands, grounding- it’s nice.

“We were in the garden,” Pearl confesses, supposing that the floor of a closet isn’t the worst place to confess to being a criminal, “and she ah- she was excited about the humans, and her smile was-”

He swallows, ducking his head.

“-she was dazzling,” he admits, a little breathless, “she was- so excited, and it was beautiful, and they were playing with these little things called otters and one did a flip, and she- she gasped and grabbed my arm and it just- it just kind of-”

He’d fallen out of the fusion only moments after they’d formed. His Diamond had been staring at him, her mouth agape in pure shock. The other guards had been horrified. Every instinct then told him to run, so he did, and he’d been chased, and now-

He wants to hide again, but alas Etho is still holding his hands. He looks up- Etho’s mismatched eyes hold no judgement. He’s smiling.

Pearl scowls. “What?”

“Congrats,” Etho says, calm as a glittering starscape, “fusion’s a special thing.”

Pearl sputters, “It’s treason!”

“That too,” Etho agrees. He squeezes Pearl’s hands and turns serious, “I can get us out of here, but you’ll have to be poofed, and you can’t reform until I say so.”

Oh stars- he’s- he might not be shattered.

“Okay,” he whispers.

“Promise.”

“Etho, I owe you my life,” Pearl retorts, “anything you need me to do, I’ll do it. I promise. I swear it. I don’t want to be shattered.”

Etho nods, and pulls Pearl to his feet. He’s shaking, but only a little, and Etho steadies him with a hand at his back.

“Wh-where are we going?” he asks.

Etho smiles, “you’ll see.”

Pearl vanishes into dark and quiet once again.

#gemcyt #idk how else to tag this 👍👍#obsessed with this au !!!! two special interests smashed into one can only go well sksjdjd #my brain went. hmm if Joel is Lizzie’s pearl how could he possibly get to earth and be a rebel. oh I know!! treason!! :D /silly

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levi-supreme · 2 months

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Rei's Birthday Event: Spring date with Levi

Characters: Post war!Levi x Survey Corps fem!reader

Genre: SNK!canonverse

Warnings: SFW, fluff. Reader insert (y/n). SNK final season spoilers!!!! Some references to the canon events of snk (slight mentions of depressive episodes, mentions of death etc).

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: Thank you very much to my dear anon Victoria for the request!! I actually have two very similar spring time date requests, as such I decided to tweak this up a little. There will be mentions and references to canon events, but nothing angsty at all!!

I'm sorry this took so long to complete, and I'm still going through a bad writer's block lol but thank you to everyone for being so patient! I hope you all like this <3

Read the original request here.

"Levi Heichou!" You called out, excited to see your lover appear before you.

"Tch, I told you so many times before to drop the shitty title, we're no longer in the Corps anymore," Levi rolled his eye—his good one—as he approached you. His hair was neatly combed back, his fedora in his lap. Levi was wearing a simple white button shirt with black long pants. His hair had grown longer; his fringe now growing past his eye. You missed how he used to keep his hair short, but you loved how nice Levi looked with longer hair too.

You looked hard at Levi, studying every line and wrinkle you see, and the barely visible strands of grey on his ebony hair. Years of fighting on the front line had taken a toll on his body more than you liked, even though he claimed it didn't really affect him much since he had the Ackerman bloodline.

Although the war ended, you knew Levi still wasn't at peace. You could tell he was restless, he didn't like being cooped up at home. His eyes didn't seem to have life in them like they used to, and he just seemed so sluggish all the time. You knew Levi wasn't sleeping well too; sometimes the ache in his knee woke him up, and sometimes, it was the demons Levi were fighting in his head. Levi didn't say it, but you knew he missed the old life, the one where he spent half his life fighting for a cause he believed in, and now that he fulfilled his mission, his life felt aimless; he didn't know what to do, and what to continue living for.

It took you a long while to convince Levi to even agree to step out of the house and go on this picnic date, and deep down, you knew you had to make every minute out with him worthwhile.

"What are you staring at?" Levi's voice brought you back to the present, "thinking of something?"

"Nah, I'm just thinking of asking Mikasa to send me some of those pearl eye cream from Hizuru. You know, the one Lady Kiyomi sent her for her birthday?" you answered, bringing a pair of shoes and putting them on for Levi, "I heard they're good for reducing wrinkles, especially around the eyes."

Levi's eye narrowed. "Oi. Are you saying—"

"Did Big Sister y/n just call Uncle Levi old?!" A high pitched voice came from the kitchen, and you felt an impact around your midsection. A few moments later, a head of blonde hair appeared by your side too. "Big Sister y/n just said Uncle Levi has wri—"

"Gabi! Shush—" Falco covered Gabi's mouth while she tried to wiggle herself free. You giggled and glanced at Levi who was eyeing the three of you, and quickly tried to separate the younger ones.

"Oi. You brats. Ganging up on me now?" Levi crossed his arms, looking utterly displeased. Falco continued covering Gabi's mouth while she tried to stomp on his foot.

"Of course not, Levi, we wouldn't dare to offend our elders do we, kids?" You joked, earning another stare from Levi. Before he could say anything, you quickly ran into the kitchen with Gabi and Falco.

"Big Sister y/n!!! Did you see Uncle Levi's face when you talked about wrinkles?" Gabi laughed while Falco appeared with a picnic basket in tow.

"Shut up, Gabi! Uncle Levi and Big Sister are late for their date already, stop disturbing them!" Falco sighed and tried to pull Gabi away, "here, Big Sister, I hope you and Uncle Levi have lots of fun today!"

You nodded and waved the kids goodbye and went outside, looking again at Levi who still had his arms across his chest. Onyankopon was right behind Levi, giving you a smile.

"Come on brat, let's go." Levi rolled his eye again as you passed the picnic basket to Onyankopon. Pushing Levi's wheelchair, Onyankopon told you to wait by the pavement as he went to drive the car over.

"... do I really have wrinkles?" Levi muttered once Onyankopon left. You snorted and tried to hide it with a small cough.

"Hmm… well… I mean, uh… your crow's feet do seem to be… uh—"

"Fine. Enough." Onyankopon arrived and Levi dismissed you, clearly knowing the answer in his heart. You giggled as he came out to help Levi up into the car while you kept his wheelchair in the boot.

"The weather today is lovely," Onyankopon smiled as he began driving, "it's a good day to be out in the sun."

"And yet, she still does not want to tell me what we're doing today."

"You'll find out later." You chuckled again holding Levi's hand, watching the scenery outside pass by. You sought help from Onyankopon and the kids weeks ago to look for nice picnic spots in Marley. With the spring breeze flowing and the flowers blooming, you thought it would be a perfect opportunity to spend undisturbed time with Levi. You thought a change of scenery might do him some good too; to help him out of this depressive state. After another quarter, Onyankopon stopped the car near the park and went to take Levi's wheelchair out.

"I'll pick you two up at eight, is that okay, y/n?" You checked your watch and it was a little past four. You nodded your head and thanked Onyankopon before taking the picnic basket and another bag from the front seat. Placing the picnic basket on Levi's lap, you helped him put on his fedora and his eye patch before wheeling him ahead.

"So, are you going to tell me why we are here in this godforsaken place?" Levi questioned you again as you began pushing him on a stony path.

"I'm taking you out on a date, obviously." You teased him again as you suddenly pushed him faster, causing his fedora to nearly fly away. Levi tutted angrily and said you should never be allowed to push his wheelchair again.

A few moments later, you and Levi arrived at a shop offering bicycles for rent. You paid the shopkeeper some money and then he rode a quadricycle over. You took the picnic basket and bag from Levi's lap and placed it in the front seats of the quadricycle. Once more, Levi gave you a look of confusion.

"Well, up now, I rented this for the day," you gestured. Levi awkwardly looked away, subconsciously placing his hand on his bad knee and grimaced, knowing that you of all people should know how he wasn't like before. What were you thinking, making him cycle when you knew it was going to be hard for him?

"Come on, Levi, stop depending on that wheelchair. You have to prevent your knee from becoming worse, right?" You smiled encouragingly, offering your hand out. You had expected that Levi would be unhappy, but you likewise knew that you shouldn't treat him differently from before. Whether or not he was Levi Heichou of the Survey Corps, or now as Levi the war veteran, he was still Levi—the Levi you loved. Whether he had physical disabilities or not, Levi was still the man you want to spend the rest of eternity with. You didn't want to push him, you wanted Levi to get out of this self-pitying state himself. After a long while, Levi held your hand and pushed himself up from the wheelchair. Slowly but steadily, you guided Levi up on the seat of the quadricycle, placing his feet on the pedals.

"W-wait. What about the wheel—"

"Don't worry, sir, your item will be safely kept here." The shopkeeper kindly replied and Levi seemed to relax a little. It was hard trying to move around without the wheelchair, but maybe you were right. He should try to depend on it less. "We'll close at around 10pm, so please remember to come by before then." The both of you nodded and you took your seat on the left. Looking at Levi, you gave him another smile and asked if he was ready. You could see Levi massaging his knee again. Levi took a deep breath and sighed, telling you to start pedalling.

It was hard at first, but Levi gradually got used to the momentum again. The both of you kept your pace slow, taking your time to enjoy the scenery passing by, the sound of birds chirping, and the gentle rustling of leaves. The sun was obscured by the clouds and there wasn't much of a crowd as well. You saw Levi's face relax gradually, the crease on his forehead slowly disappearing. Levi seemed to be more at ease with paddling on the quadricycle as well. You smiled to yourself. Bringing Levi out was indeed doing him well.

"Are you doing okay?" You checked in with your lover, making sure he wasn't overexerting himself. After he gave you a nod, you pointed to a large shady tree about 200 metres away, telling Levi that it was the next stop. Reaching the tree, you told Levi to remain seated first.

"Are you up for a walk?"

"... Hah?"

"A walk, Levi. Let's go for a walk."

"N-no, I don't think I can—"

"We'll walk slowly. Forget about the walking stick. You don't need it, I'm here."

Levi looked hard at you, face remaining emotionless. The frown on Levi's face became more and more evident as the seconds passed. You continued to stare right into Levi's eye, your resolve unwavering. A few seconds later, Levi broke eye contact and sighed again before reaching out his hand towards your direction.

"You better not make me regret this," Levi muttered under his breath, "you're forcing a crippled man to walk when you jolly well know he can't." You rolled your eyes.

"First off, Levi"—you took his hand and slowly guided him down the quadricycle—"you're not crippled. Secondly, you walk fine. Thirdly, think of this as rehabilitation, hmm? And lastly, stop complaining like an old man." You stood on Levi's right side and interlocked your arm with his, making sure he wasn't putting too much pressure on his knee.

"Where are we going?"

"Not far. We're just going to that small pond over there," you pointed towards a pond just in front, "let's go and feed some ducks." Levi scoffed hearing you.

"As long as they keep their feathers and shit to themselves."

The walk to the small pond was slow but pleasant. The heat from the sun was warm against your skin, the scent of the earth was refreshing. Levi held on to his fedora as the wind blew gently, and the sound of the grass and gravel crunching underneath your feet was playing like a contrasting melody. Once you two reached the pond, you opened your sling bag and took out a slice of white bread. Levi raised his eyebrow slightly.

"These are stale bread from a week ago." You chuckled before tearing it into half, passing one to Levi. You further tore your half into more tiny pieces before throwing them little by little into the pond. Some of the ducks in the pond started waddling over. Several tortoises also popped their heads above the water. There were also fishes fighting amongst themselves for the last few pieces. Levi looked at you before tearing the bread in his hand, scattering them all across the pond. The fishes and ducks dispersed and finished all those pieces of bread within the next minute.

"Do you have more bread on you?" Levi asked as he finished scattering the last few pieces of bread in his hand. You laughed and took out a few more slices.

"Maybe we can go to the pier next time," you commented once those hungry birds finished all the bread in your bag, "we should try feeding the seagulls." Levi scoffed again and let you hold on to his elbow.

"Tch. And have them shit on our heads? No."

The both of you began walking back to the quadricycle. Reaching into another bag, you took out a small paper kite. Levi raised his eyebrow again.

"Do you like it? I had Gabi and Falco do it together with me." You smiled and flipped the kite over, letting Levi see the doodles they did. Levi smirked when he realised who the five blobs of colour drawn on the kite were. You held onto the string and passed Levi the kite, telling him to lift the kite above his head while you moved back.

"OKAY, LEVI, THROW THE KITE HIGH AFTER I COUNT TO THREE!" You shouted and Levi gave you the thumbs up. After counting to three, Levi threw the kite high and you jogged backwards, pulling the string up to get the kite into the sky. Releasing the string bit by bit, Levi slowly made his way to your side as the kite now started flying a short distance away. You gave Levi a smile and tied the string around the tree trunk before going to the quadricycle, taking out the picnic basket and setting the mat.

"Now… let's see what the kids made for our picnic." You rubbed your palms together excitedly and opened the basket. You took out a container of hot stew, some freshly baked sourdough bread, cheese, mushroom quiche, and a small container of fruits too. You arranged the food on the mat and took out the bowls, cutlery, and a few serviettes. Pouring some stew into the small bowl, you passed it to Levi's left before giving him the spoon.

"It seems pretty decent," Levi uttered as he took a spoonful of stew and eyed you, "are you sure they did it all on their own?" You ate some stew and nodded.

"Well, Onyankopon did give them pointers, and I was the one who gave them the recipes, but yeah. The kids made it all by themselves. Not bad, huh? Maybe we should let them open a small food stall along the streets." you took another few mouthfuls of stew, "it's time for them to contribute to the household finances." Levi tutted angrily instead.

"They're too young to be doing shit like that, you brat. Don't be ridiculous."

You giggled, cutting some mushroom quiche for Levi. "I'm joking. Of course I wouldn't let Falco and Gabi do something like that. " The crease on Levi's forehead disappeared again as he ate, passing you his bowl for more stew. Levi and you took your time savouring the good food prepared by the two kids. It was pretty decent, and indeed you were secretly thinking of letting them open a small food business once they are of age.

Once all the food was finished, you told Levi to pack everything fast. Bewildered, Levi didn't say anything, yet he wondered what you were up to again. You got Levi up onto the quadricycle again and told him that there was one place you wanted to bring him. Stopping the quadricycle, you helped Levi down and laced your arm around his again, walking him to some benches ahead. The park was located right next to the sea, and it was pretty empty, just the way you hoped.

"Come on," you muttered as you helped him down, walking towards the bench, "we're just in time."

"For what?"

"You'll see."

Taking your seats on the bench, you checked your watch before glancing ahead again, looking at the dispersing clouds. Before long, the sun started to set, painting the sky a beautiful hue of red, orange, and yellow. You could feel Levi let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and you grabbed his hand, feeling your fingers interlock. The both of you continued to stare silently at the magnificent view ahead, watching the sun descend lower and lower, listening to the waves crashing on the shore, feeling the wind blowing against your skin. You could feel Levi's calloused fingers caressing your knuckles, and the familiarity tickled something in your memory.

"Brings back memories, huh, Heichou," you peeked at Levi, seeing him trying to hide a small smile as well, "we used to do this all the time." Levi hummed in agreement, keeping his eye on the sunset instead.

"I still think the view from the top of the walls were nicer though"—you let go of Levi's hand and stretched your hands—"it was higher, more windy, less obstruction, and more—"

"And more dangerous," Levi frowned as he interjected. You laughed once more, closing your eyes to feel the wind in your hair again. You thought back to the reason why you decided to bring Levi out today, and even though you knew it might make him unhappy, you also knew you had to talk to him about it. Minutes later, the sun had already gone below the horizon, and the sky was gradually getting darker as well. Soon, the lamps nearby slowly started lighting up.

"Say, Levi," you broke the silence once more and Levi hummed in acknowledgement again, "do you… miss the old days?"

"... why'd you ask?"

"I miss those days too, you know. I miss all our friends and comrades too. Every single one of them. Every day."

Levi didn't say a word. You guessed he was probably upset. Yet, you took a deep breath and decided to just tell him the words on your mind.

"I know it's not easy for you to, I don't know, adapt to a normal life again seeing how you've been in the Corps for nearly half your life. B-but, I just don't want to see you wallowing in self-pity, okay? It hurts me to see you like this.

"I don't care whether or not you have missing eyes and fingers, I don't care if you have to be in a wheelchair forever. I'll gladly feed your meals and bathe you, I'll wear your shoes for you and I'll push you wherever you want to go. We'll hunt around Marley to look for beautiful spots to watch the sunset and the stars. I love you for who you are, and that will never change. Falco and Gabi love their Uncle Levi too. So, j-just, don't give up, okay?"

"Who said anything about giving up?" Levi turned to you, a look of annoyance appeared on his face.

"W-well, I don't know, you're always looking so listless, and you're not eating and sleeping well. I haven't seen you smile in a long time. And once I saw you staring at the mirror looking like you're abo—"

"Hey, hey, stop it, okay? Stop worrying. I'm fine. Really." Levi held your hand and gave you a squeeze. "I'm fine. I'm dealing with it, okay? It's, it's j-just—I'm—"

"Shh. It's okay. I get it. I get you." you hushed him, gently holding him close. You didn't need to see Levi's face to know that he was probably going to tear up, a side of him that will never be seen by anyone else; anyone except you. "Everything will be alright, I promise you. I won't leave you. I'll be by your side."

The both of you remained in each other's embrace, letting your hug do the talking. Patting Levi's back rhythmically, you heard him let out a long sigh before pulling you even closer, tightening his grip around your waist as he buried his head in the crook of your shoulder. You didn't feel the need to ask Levi what he was thinking about, and likewise, Levi knew you wouldn't ask him about it. After a long while, Levi finally loosened his grip around you. The moon was hanging high in the sky and the wind was getting colder. The stars shone like little specks of glitter in the ink-coloured sky.

"Feeling better?"

"Y-yeah, better," Levi hastily wiped the remnants of tears from his cheek, "thank y-yo—

—you interrupted Levi mid-sentence with a soft kiss.

"I love you, Levi. Always remember that. Hmm? I mean it." you gave him another small smile before stroking his cheek, pressing another fleeting kiss on his chapped lips. Levi's larger hand cupped yours as he kissed you back, feeling like time around him stopped, and nothing else in the world mattered. The feeling of your lips on his, the coldness of your cheeks, the warmth from your body; they were real, and a reminder that he was still here, and he was still alive.

Levi broke the kiss first, struggling to find the right words to say while he looked at you. Chuckling, you gave him another smile and mouthed it's okay once more. Levi was never good with words and he was never a good talker, but it never bothered you anyway. Levi gave you an appreciative look while you looked at your watch.

"Come on, Levi. Let's get back to the bicycle shop."

Helping Levi on his feet, you guided him up the quadricycle and the both of you slowly cycled back to the shop. Thanking the shopkeeper for keeping Levi's wheelchair safe, you opened it and gestured to Levi to take his seat, yet Levi shook his head instead.

"Let's walk to the main entrance. There's still time, right?" Levi offered to hold the picnic basket and kite while another hand held your arm for support. You tried to hide your smile as you both walked, listening to the owls hooting in the far distance. Onyankopon's car was already waiting outside by the time you reached the entrance. Seeing Levi walking next to you, a wide smile broke across Onyankopon's face as well.

The journey back home was quiet, yet Levi felt like the weight had been finally lifted off his shoulders. You held on to Levi's hand as he laid on your shoulder, drifting somewhere between sleep and consciousness. Levi knew his road to recovery would not be an easy one. But with you by his side, it was like he found his wings of freedom once more. And for the first time in a long while, Levi went to sleep with a smile.

Disclaimer: This is my first time writing hurt/comfort so I understand if it sucks and there's no hurt or comfort at all LOL I prommie I'll do better for the rest of the requests 🥺

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I don’t know if this will work but sometimes putting ice in someone panicking or overwhelmed’s mouth will snap them out of it because of they physically shock of the cold wakes them up and it the brain thinks oh we are eating it must be safe you may want to give that a shot Scott.

Also you go Pearl choose violence.

Scott: Ice where do I get-... Earlier! you guys sent some ice because I was sad at my magic being mostly gone... I still have some somewhere!

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Scott: Ok here you go Grian!

Grian: *shaky breath*

Scott: G-

Grian: Wh- what- S-sam?

Scott: It's Scott! Grian? It's me Scott!

Grian: I d-don't want t-to S-sam!

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Pearl: Oh... trust me... I really feel the 5am creeping in.

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Metkayina Tales (last part) - Make You Feel My Love

Neteyam x f!Metkayina reader (aged up) summary : Finally, Neteyam make you feel what he feels all this time for you. wc : 4,3 k warnings : contains fluff, a glimpse of smut (18+), and happy ending. inspired by this song series masterlist

The celebrations began at night at Hope Cove. The air is filled with happiness as everyone is smiling. You wear your best ornaments, and your hair is decorated with pearls.

Olo’eyktan gave a speech about how Metkayina is grateful for two big events, your stronger health, and the birth of a new heir. The crowd rejoiced and celebrated. They eat, dance, sing, and play with each other.

You were so happy that night, a smile never left your face. Metkayina is at peace and has nothing to worry about. There is no sign of weakness in your body, it’s filled with new positive energy instead. Maybe the reason behind it is Neteyam, as he never leaves your side.

He always finds a way to touch you, either by putting his palm on your back, waist, shoulders, or hands. Every time he did that you were surprised but accepted it anyway, as the feeling of his warm skin gave you a tingly and secure feeling.

Neteyam looks very handsome that night, his dark complexion glows with ivory patterns, his braids were decorated with beads, and an iridescent necklace hangs perfectly at his neck. His arms and chest are toned with muscles, and sometimes you find yourself staring at him unconsciously.

On the other hand, you recognized that Metkayina people now respected him, they nodded at him and some even bowed to him. No more mocking or bullying. Finally, Neteyam was accepted into the clan.

Not only him, but the rest of his family also, as you spotted them joking and playing with the reef people. Especially Lo’ak who is dancing with Tsireya. You wink at her and Tsireya smiles ear to ear, looking so happy on Lo’ak arm. You gave her an air kiss.

Then, Neteyam and you found a nice spot, far from the crowd. It’s a beach with bioluminescent plants and sea creatures that glow in the dark. Palm trees lined up, like a fence. The smooth sand touched the gap between your toes when you walked. The sky looked like a painting, dark with white dots twinkling. It’s the place where you first healed Neteyam.

You both sat in front of the bush, covered fully from the sight. Neteyam sat behind you as his arms hugged your shoulders from behind, pulling you closer to him.

His face is on the slope of your neck and you can feel his warm breath slide across your right side. Your cheek blushed, then you leaned on him with a smile. The beach was gorgeous and the wind blew gently, making your hair tickle Neteyam in the nose.

“Sorry,” you giggled as you put all your hair on the left side, leaving your right neck bare.

“It’s okay,” Neteyam smirked as he put his face on your right neck again. “Sounds like our hair like to move against our will,”

You continued to giggle, and then you both fell into silence again. Shiny plants glow dimly around you both. You closed your eyes, feeling all the surroundings around you beating slowly in harmony.

Minutes passed, then something suddenly entered your head, a question you wanted to know for a long time. People told you about it, but you want to hear it from him directly.

“Neteyam, tell me about your journey to the Deep Trench,” your body is shifted toward him as you ask, his chest pressed against your side. But his arms were still around you.

“I think you already know it?” he quirked his eyebrow.

“I want to hear it from you,” you pouted, causing him to chuckle.

After that, he tells his story about how he saved you from his perspective, causing your mouth to part in awe. Deep Trench was located down in the ocean, only the finest Metkayina swimmer could swim there. The thought of Neteyam, who was originally forest Na’vi, swimming willingly down there to save you makes your heart warm.

When he finished, you rubbed his cheeks softly with your thumb to express your gratitude. He feels warm on your touch.

“Now you are one of the Metkayina warriors. You're becoming Metkayina Tale! No wonder people respected you a lot. You deserve it, indeed.” You whispered to him.

“Yes, Y/N. But my intention was not for fame or status. All I want is to keep you safe,” Neteyam leaned his face on your touch.

“I’m safe and sound now,” You smiled.

Other things began to pop into your head. You also heard some rumors, about Metkayina girl, trying to court him. This happened after he swam to Deep Trench, sure a girl must be amazed by him. Did he accept her?

“Actually I heard some rumors too, about the Metkayina girl that asked you to be her mate. Is it true?”

Neteyam chuckled, “Yes,”

“What was your answer?”

“Well, I rejected Airini and Kaia,”

Your lower lip protruded in a sulky pout, hated that other girl's name that was spoken by him. You were also surprised, knowing that actually, two girls were trying to court him. Now your fingers no longer touched his cheeks. Neteyam watched your expression change. He spoke again.

“I rejected them because I already chose someone. She is the only one I dreamed about, to be my mate.”

His words felt like a dagger to you. So he already chooses someone. What is he doing here with you then?

“Well, I hope you both will be happy then,” You began to rise, trying to find a way out of his arms, but his arm tightened, preventing you from escaping. Your eyebrow furrowed in confusion as you looked at his face.

“Skxawng, you really have no idea, do you?" His arms curled around your shoulders and he laughed.

You looked at him with confusion and asked, “Idea about what?”

His laugh stopped and now he chuckled nervously. He spoke again, but this time his voice softened, like about to tell a secret.

“Yes, you have no idea. About…. how many times I think about you. How many ways I dream about you. How many days I've been waiting to be with you. You have no idea.… about how I feel here all this time,” he gripped your fingers, bringing them to touch his chest, and you could feel his heartbeat beating rapidly. Then he continued his words.

“When you saved me, Y/N, I couldn’t believe that you were willing to risk your own life to save me. It gives me hope… that maybe you feel the same.”

Neteyam paused as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them, his amber eyes glistened when they look at your face, and his lips trembled as he continued.

“I love, I love you, Y/N. Would you be my mate?”

A warm feeling enters your entire body. A wide smile is created on your face along with happy tears in your eyes. You cupped his face while you gave your answer.

“Neteyam. There is no other man I ever desired to be mine. You are my only mate,” You cleared your throat and then said, “I see you, Ma’Teyam,”

Neteyam eyes softened as you said your words and the new nickname you gave him. He replied with a whisper, “I see you, Ma Y/N,”

You curled your arms on his shoulder, pulling him closer. His scent filled your nose, he smell so good. His arms are on your waist and he put you on his lap. You hugged him, pressing your chest to his, and he caressed your back softly as his breath blows on your neck. You both hugged for a while, pouring out all the feelings that have been buried before.

The embrace stopped when Neteyam’s fingers touched your chin, bringing your face to meet his. His gaze fell on your left eye, then down to your lips, and flickered again to your right eye. He asked you softly, "Can I kiss you?”

You smiled shyly. He is such a softie. Your head nods for sure, permitting him. He leans his face closer to you and you both closed your eyes. He pressed his lips against you. It was a soft kiss like you're made from glass and he doesn’t wanna hurt you. His lips were smooth, like velvet, and pillowy against your own.

This is your first time kissing someone, and his kiss tastes very good. It causes your breath to become heavy, and your heart beating faster. He pulled back and smiled happily, his fingers rubbing your cheek excitedly.

"I knew I would love kissing you, but this was…" Neteyam whispered, "Even better than my dreams,"

"Then let me give you something more than just a dream," you smirked.

You reached him again, but now you are crushing your lips to his. He was surprised, but then returns your kiss passionately, almost sucking. His tongue runs over your lower lip, asking for entry.

Your mouth opened, and his tongue slips in a rapid move and tangles with yours. You whined softly, low in your throat. His hands moved up and down the length of your back, wanting to touch every inch of you. When it is finally stopped, you both are panting.

Neteyam's hand went backward as he brings his queue to you, and you did the same. He intertwined his fingers into yours as he asked, “You’re ready?”

Your lips curled in a smile. “Always,”

And then, you and Neteyam’s queues joined. You close your eyes as now you feel what he feels all this time.

First, it's the silly crush, oh how he feels so lost. But then it changed into something deeper. Admiration, affection, love, desire. Fear and depression when you are still unconscious. The thought of you is what keeps him alive. He doesn't just want you, he needs you. Just one glimpse of you smiling could drive him crazy inside. All these feelings were overwhelming, and you open your eyes with a panted breath to find that he is already looking at you with a soft gaze.

"Teyam.. you've been hiding all these feelings all this time?" You asked in a shocked tone, as you never thought that someone would love you that deeply.

"Yes." He leaned his face closer to you, and his palms rubbed your cheeks. “I don’t think I could stop loving you.”

“Then don’t," you smile happily.

He kissed your forehead, then his lips moved downward, kissed both of your cheeks. You closed your eyes with a smile on your face, as his every movement caused the heat to rise on your face. You put your fingers in between his braids and tucked them. He smiled, then his lips find your eyelid and kiss both.

And he kisses your lips again. It was slow at first but then became intense like he wanted to show you all the desire he feels for you all this time. You return the kiss with the same passion, as your nails dig into his back.

His hand traveled in your neck and chest, touching your top that was hanging in front of your breast like he wanted to untie them. You gasped and pulled back.

"Ma Teyam. Don't do it here, we're still on the beach. People will find us. I know a place nearby, completely hidden. Follow me,"

His lips pouted like a disappointed child, and it caused you to giggle. You kissed his cheek and whispered, "Believe me, I want it too. Now come with me," your hand holds his, and you both swim, with the queue still connected. You both kept swimming forward until reached a small cove.

The cave is hidden and doesn't have an entrance, the way to reach it is only by swimming to the bay that is connected to the cave. You and Neteyam emerged from the bay, facing a beautiful sight from the cave. The bioluminescent plants glow in the dark, and when you step on the ground leave a shiny mark. The ground is covered in moss, so it's not hard, instead, it feels soft like a mat.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" You asked Neteyam, who is still looking around in awe. He snaps back at your voice, and in instance his arms curled around your waist, his thumb rubbing your stomach. You giggled as you could feel his breath on your neck when he answered, "Yes. But you are more beautiful,"

He placed a trail of kisses on your neck, making you close your eyes and moan at the sensation you never felt before. His hand unties your top and pushes it to the ground. Then his fingers move down, rubbing your inner thigh and releasing your loincloth, leaving you completely naked.

You gasped, opened your eyes, and turned around, to find him looking at you with a craving gaze. You smirked, as you crushed your body into him, lips pressed together. Now it's your hand who does the job, lingering from his neck and arms, feeling his muscles beneath your fingers. You untie his necklace and armband, then your fingers play with the bulge on his loincloth, causing him to moan between the kisses. In a second his loincloth falls to the ground, causing his body to bare in your sight.

The kiss breaks as you both fall to the ground, with your body beneath him. Your eyes sparkled, admiring how he looks so big and strong on top of you. Your fingers lingered from his neck to his broad shoulders and toned arms, looking very fine with all his muscles. You gulped, then you touched his tensed stomach, feeling every inch of his abs.

Neteyam kisses your neck again, but this time he also sucks, leaving your entire body feeling high like flying. His hands then play in between your thigh, making you moan, your toes curling and your nails scratching his back. He kisses your inner thigh, licking and putting his fingers inside your most private part in the middle of your thigh. The sensation is so good, it makes you cry. Upon hearing your cry he stopped, as his face met yours, his fingers stroked your face gently.

"My love, why are you crying? Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?" He asked calmly, his eyes full of worry. He is so gentle, even though he wants to continue, he asked for your consent first.

You shook your head. "No, Teyam. Please continue. I cried in happiness. Only you who can make me feel this good,"

He smiled. "As you wish, my love. Tell me if you feel hurt. I love you, I don't want you to feel any pain," and he continued what he did, pouring all his desire for you. Later, at the moment of the union between your body and his, you whispered to his ear softly,

"I love you too, Teyam,"

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Next morning, you wake up to find that his arms are hugging your body, his face resting on top of your chest. Neteyam hugged you like a child hugging his mama, with his broad shoulders covering your entire stomach, and his tail curled in your inner thigh. Every time you moved, he grumbled in his sleep, arms tightening like he was afraid of losing you.

You smiled at the sight, who thought that the mighty warrior could be so clingy? Your hands stroke his head, playing with his braids, which are lying in a mess on your chest. He opened his eyes to meet your face.

"Good morning, Ma Teyam," you said softly, with your hand caressing his face. He rises from his position, and now you are facing his chest, with his arms hugging you. Now it's Neteyam who caresses your face. His eyes glistened with happiness, as he placed some kisses on your forehead and cheek.

"Good morning, my love," Neteyam replied, then a smile never leaves his face.

You giggled, and your hand rubbed his cheeks. "Why do you never stop smiling?"

Neteyam chuckled. His fingers pinched your cheek in excitement. "How come I'm not smiling? I mated with the prettiest girl in the whole of Pandora. I'm very lucky to have you, Y/N,"

Your cheeks blushed, and you leaned your face closer to him, kissing him on the lips. He seems to enjoy it, his hand going up and down in between your hair and your back, stroking gently.

When it finished, you realized something. "Ma Teyam, we must go back. Let's tell our family, that we are now mated,"

He grunts, and his arms bring you closer to him. "Only if you give me one kiss again,"

You move your body on top of him, your hair falls between your face, and his hands are on your hips. You kiss him again all around his face, with your hand playing between his braids and his hands squeezing your thigh. He chuckled and his body rose, now holding you in his lap.

"All right. Let's go tell them," he finally replied, and you both stood up, helping each other to wear all the ornaments and loincloth, making sure that all were placed in the right positions. Then you both swim back to the village.

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When you and Neteyam told your parents, their response was harsh at first. Mating between forest and sea Na'vi never happened before. Also, as the first Olo’eyktan child, your mate shouldn't be an ordinary man. However, since Neteyam was now one of Metkayina's warriors, Olo'eyktan and Tsahik couldn't refuse him. After all, they witnessed how Neteyam was ready to risk his life by swimming in the Deep Trench just to save you. Finally, both your parents embraced Neteyam, and Tsahik performed some rituals and prayers to bless your future married life.

Then, of course, Tsireya supported your decision. She hugged you joyfully, making you almost fall. Meanwhile, Ao'nung behaved differently.

"My sister's happiness means a lot to me," Ao'nung pointed to Neteyam. "If she gets hurt, even a small scratch, you'll have to deal with me,"

Neteyam responded with a calm smile. He made a promise to always protect you with all his strength, ensuring your brother. They embraced each other at last, and you smile at the sight.

Next was the Sully family, who were more relaxed. Jake immediately accepted and hugged you and Neteyam, wishing you all the best for your future. Neytiri gets carried away with her emotions as she calls you Angel, saying that with the way you saved Neteyam, she believes that you are the companion Neteyam needs. Kiri is very happy to welcome you into the family. Tuk giggled and told the story of how Neteyam's face brightened when he heard you wake up, knowing that his world was bound to you.

And lastly, Lo'ak teased you both.

"What's wrong with you, Y/N? I'm sure there is plenty of fine men here, but you choose my bro instead," Lo'ak chuckled, and you see that Neteyam give him a bombastic side-eye, which caused you to giggle.

"Do you remember when he first saw you? He couldn’t say a damn word! Such a fool,” Lo'ak continued and shrugs in disbelief.

"Well, I think we all fool in love,” Neteyam now steps towards you, as he put his hands on your waist, bringing you closer to him, and you smile lovingly at him.

Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “Alright lovebirds, I understand. I know I’ll be an uncle soon. Last night must be a fun ride for y’all, huh?” he smirked, then he left.

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam growled, meanwhile you laughed. The laughter paused when Neytiri approached you, as she gave you some dark blue stones.

"These are Omaticaya stones, which we usually wear on our ornaments. As you are now part of our family, I want to give you these," she said with a smile on her face.

You thanked her and took the stones in awe. They looked so gorgeous, contrasting with your pale turquoise skin. Lastly, the Sullys make a family hug like they used to, but now with you as the new family member. They chant their family motto, and you follow them.

"Sully's stick together,"

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You and Neteyam decided to live in a new marui pod, decorated with both Omaticaya and Metkayina culture. Neteyam's bow lies next to your spears, and he made a curtain from Omaticaya beads, hung next to your seashells curtain. You also learn from him to use a bow.

Neteyam helps you to make a necklace, combined with the Omaticaya stones from Neytiri and some of your most favored seashells and pearls. Once finished, the necklace never left your neck, always hanging there as a symbol of being his mate.

You never left your job as a healer, people still come to you when they need help. But now, you always have Neteyam by your side. He accompanies you when you visited the wounded, or simply by just helping carry healing items.

Months passed without you even realizing it. When days got tough, both of you always find a sweet escape. Tonight, the secret cave where you both mated for the first time is a perfect choice to make love passionately all night. Followed by Neteyam spooning you until morning comes.

This morning, you opened your eyes and squinted against the morning light, with Neteyam’s fingers curled around your waist. His thumb rubbed your stomach gently, making you smile. You turn your body and find that your mate is already looking at you.

Your hands touch his cheek. “Ma Teyam, you’re already awake?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Why you didn’t wake me?” you asked.

“I don’t want to bother you. Besides, you look so tired these days,”

He’s right. These past few days you’ve been very busy, many people were sick and you visited them in their marui. Surely Tsahik was there too, but your youngest sibling needs some nursing time with her. So you have to stay in some critical patients' pods, monitoring their conditions all night. Neteyam saw how tired you were, and he had an idea to spend the night with you in this cave, to cheer up your mood.

“Yeah, but I love helping people,” you replied to him.

“I know,” Neteyam's fingers stroked your face gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “But you also need some rest, my love,”

He kisses your forehead. You nuzzle into his face and your lips find his, united together in a kiss. When it was done, both of you were smiling at each other.

You leaned your face closer, wanting to kiss him again when suddenly, you felt a nauseous feeling entering your stomach. You pull back as the feeling crawls up entering your throat, and you can’t hold it anymore.

Shit. You stood up in a rapid move, ran to the corner, and threw up.

Neteyam approached you immediately, he took a leaf from a plant and cleaned up your vomit. Later, he sits beside you, his hand rubbing your back. You sit with closed eyes, trying to calm yourself. “Oh Eywa, I’m sorry. I’m ruined our moment here,”

“No no, my love, it’s okay. Let’s go to Tsahik,” Neteyam calms you.

He helped you to rise, and you both swam back to the beach. Luckily it’s not far from the cave. You began to walk to the village when suddenly Neteyam lifted you and carried your body in a bridal style.

“Neteyam, I can walk,” you protest to him.

“Ssh. Just let me carry you, okay?”

You nodded and closed your eyes as you can feel his heartbeat racing. Although he seemed calm on the outside, he must be panicking inside. You touched his chest with your hand, trying to calm your mate. His musk scent filled up your nose like soothing aromatherapy.

Finally, you both arrived at your parents' marui pod, to find only Tsahik inside. Your mom walked towards you both with worry in her eyes. Neteyam drops your body gently to the mat, telling Tsahik that you just vomited and asking her to check your condition.

Tsahik examined your whole body with her fingers as she said a chant to Eywa. She took a needle and poke it in the middle of your stomach, making you groan softly. Your response made her pull the needle out and her eyes blink slowly as if she realized something.

Neteyam waited anxiously, his tail twitching rapidly. He doesn't know much about the treatment Tsahik did to your body, he can only pray that you're alright. But since you are also a healer, you know exactly what Tsahik is doing. She is checking some symptoms that could lead to that one particular condition.

“Mom, could it be that I’m...?” you asked hesitantly.

“Yes, ma ite” Your mom nodded, and she smiled at you happily.

“What is it?” Neteyam approached you closer and placed both of his hands on your face cupping your cheek, demanding an answer.

He didn't understand why your mom was smiling, and he looked so confused as you can see in his round eyes. Your right hand touched his fingers and brought them to your stomach.

Neteyam staring at your stomach with furrowed brows. He still couldn’t figure it out. “What? You have a stomach ache?”

His question made Tsahik chuckle. “Go tell him, Y/N,”

You smiled at her then your eyes shifted back to your mate. Your right hand rubbed his hand over your stomach, and you lifted your left hand to interlock with his other palm on your cheeks. Happy tears begin to well up in your eyes as you finally open your mouth to speak.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. You’re gonna be a father!”

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the end 🥰🥰 I want to say thank you so much for all the love and support y'all have given me throughout this series! I'm completely overwhelmed, and I hope you guys like this last part. Loads of love 😘🤗

note : Actually, I don't know if Na'vi also feels nausea and morning sickness in their early pregnancy or not. However, since this is just a fan fiction and I saw some other authors writing about the same condition in their fic, so I decided to write it in this chapter.

#neteyam imagine #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #avatar neteyam #neteyam #sully family #avatar 2 #avatar twow #avatar the way of water #avatar #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x you #neteyam fluff #loak sully

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bluiex · 9 months

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Hello Bluie and followers! I’m having thoughts again. Specifically, I was going some of my favorite old reliable scarian tropes and taking some time to indulge in them and I had a question. In the “scarian have been married for years, possibly since even before Grian joined Hermitcraft, but nobody knew” trope, why did nobody know? Can you seriously tell me that Scar “Look at my husband he’s so handsome I love him so much” Goodtimes wouldn’t take every opportunity to tell people about Grian? And so I thought about it, and came to a conclusion.

The conclusion is that the decision to get married happened after Grian accepted the invitation to join Hermitcraft, which causes Scar to have a bit of a dilemma. He wants to invite all his friends to his wedding, but since they’re going to Grian’s future server-mates he doesn’t want their first impression of him to be “Scar’s husband.” Except he also doesn’t want to wait because he loves Grian so much and want to marry him right now.

Grian proposes a compromise: they can get married now, have a super small wedding, and then after Grian’s gotten to know everybody on his own terms they can break the news and have the huge awesome wedding that Scar wants.

So they do! The wedding consists of Grian and Scar (obviously) Cub and Pearl as best men (Cub knew about Grian from the start, he was the one who had to put up with all of Scar’s rambling about how absolutely perfect Grian is, have you seen this picture of us? Look at him, I love him so much. Incidentally, this is why Scar never told anyone else earlier: he talked about Grian so much with Cub, he never realized that he never said anything to anyone else) and Mumbo officiating. Mumbo isn’t quite sure how he ended up in that role, but neither of them could agree on whose best man he would be since he was friends with both of them, and besides, he’s the one who introduced them is the first place so he should be the one to marry them. Is he at all qualified? Probably not, but it’s the thought that counts.

Oh and also in this… AU? I guess it’s an AU. Anyway, in this version of events evo is just a fun experiment with a little bit of role play. Grian as the admin constructed all of the Watcher towers in creative as fun puzzles for his friends to solve, then played along and “figured out” the riddles himself if it seemed like people were getting stuck. Everyone knew about and was on board with this because who doesn’t love a little bit of role play now and again? When Grian announced that he was leaving the server to be on Hermitcraft full time, they all got together and decided that in their little story he was going to be kidnapped by the Watchers and they would all mourn him appropriately. They threw him a preemptive funeral as a going away party. Cue Martyn:

“My good friend Grian passed away yesterday.”

“One, we decided I’m getting kidnapped. Two, that’s tomorrow. Three, quit talking about me like I’m not here.”

“Sometimes I can still hear his voice 🥺”

OOOOH I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! It fits it well, cuz youre so right about Scar “Look at my husband he’s so handsome I love him so much” Goodtimes- he wouldnt have been able to keep his mouth shut ajkfdshjdf

THE EVO BIT IS PERFECT

#bluie gets an ask poggers #scarian #long post

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shkika · 11 months

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All, any, and every drop of Pebbles & Suns content adds +5 years to my lifespan. Every word from you about them is double that. Thank you for your service

I'm really charmed you like my rambles though oh gosh. Let's try to do a small Suns and by extension Pebbles ramble.

A warning from me is that this will be a VERY headcanon-y, because we know so little about Suns. I'll still reference the game, but I will also fill any holes I see fitting.

Which means btw that this will be very LONG I am sorry hehe.

I'm gonna pick apart their natural conversation they have in the deep green pearl. I think it's unfair to craft an idea of how they interacted when Suns was worried about Pebbles literally dying WHILE killing his sister.

WHICH HOLLY SUNS. I think they have ISSUES! Because god you are MEAN to someone who is being genuinely vulnerable to you. And sometimes that means you yourself are scared of being vulnerable.

Even after Pebbles tells them to ease down, because he's genuinely looking for advice, Suns doesn't miss out on implying he's stupid.

We also know Pebbles really looked up to Suns as well, with them acknowledging this in their conversation with NSH and with Pebbles himself referring to them as mentor-like.

In my interpretation of Suns' character, they were made by a very religious colony. As in they were kind cultish in their way of treating Suns. You've seen vague(?) hints on my blog pointing towards this with Moon saying they have political power over their own colony and with the entire deal of that one Sunstone comic I made (x). (and even here (x) "Blesseth be my name" as a little joke that people probably use their name to exclaim.

I don't think they ever wanted that attention or responsibility. I think things were messy and words were often put in their mouth by various houses. Pushed to make decisions they wouldn't have really made. Their fluffy over the top garments didn't really fit at first until they grew to play the god they were made to be. They played being an all knowing god and they hated it, but they grew into that persona until it became an undeniable part of their character.

They LOOK really put together. And they LOOK like they have a lot of power and are revered by the ancients with no drawbacks.

At least that's how it looked to Pebbles at first.

Not only was he referred to as an abomination from before being even built. With some ancients on Moon REFUSING TO MOVE on him, because they don't want him.

Now we have Suns who by all means is kind of the opposite in every way of the person who Pebbles is constantly compared to (Moon) and is STILL adored, even worshiped.

And you get the idea of how maybe they became someone who he really looked up to. And they had very similar interests too!

(Time for canon lmao)

Moon about the music pearl (riv campaign) states that there were those that loved cultural archiving. Obviously Pebbles is one of those iterators and given he and SRS were close friends I don't doubt they enjoyed being art nerds together. <3

So they clicked. They were genuine friends, but there was some sort of dynamic there. Suns was probably kind of condescending all the time as we see in the conversation. They tried their best to be good influence, but I cannot tell you if they succeeded.. eeh

They also didn't spare him any harsh truths, despite of what Pebbles might need to actually hear. Which ironically I think perhaps made Pebbles feel more respected. Aside the fact they showed genuine interest in his research and theories and so on.

I also think Suns really enjoyed Pebbles' company, despite the fact I can't tell you how healthy it was for them to have yet another person look up to them so much.

In conclusion those two are a complicated mess to me I think!!!! They care and they left each other deeply hurt and it's sad they never got to reconcile.

#ask #anonymous #rain world #seven red suns #OKAYYYY #THIS IS VERY LONG IM SORRY #UH #BUT U ASKED FOR A LOT #SO I HOPE I SATISFIED #YIPPEE #kiki rambles #also headcanon heavy because suns has a lot of room for taht #ive made up A LOT about suns i have an entire arc for them

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sebastianswallows · 9 months

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A new family — Chapter 8

— PAIRING: dark!Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Ominis gets tired of his family and how miserable life is with them after he graduates. So he follows Sebastian's example for once, and kills them in cold blood. Now that he has the mansion to himself, he discovers he would still like to have a family, but one of his own making.

— WARNINGS: smut, a bit of body worship, a lot of teasing, and Omi being good with his mouth 🐍

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It wasn’t her first time seeing Ominis’ room, and it was also her first time not seeing it. They were in the dark, the moon merely winking through the curtains. He wanted it that way, and she did too — to know him, understand his world, become closer to him in every way now that they were married.

She’d changed sometime during the day out of the wedding dress she’d slept in to a plain grey dress, and Ominis to a black suit. The brief conversation with the snake on his property lingered in her mind, and she grew more and more anxious as noon grew into evening, but now that they were at the beginning of their first night together, he made her wait. She dared not cast a Lumos, nor keep her wand at hand, while she paced around the bedchamber alone.

She heard the door creak open and turned, and smiled at the sight of her new husband’s silhouette against the hallway before he plunged them into darkness again.

“I’ve found it,” he said cheerfully, trotting toward her in three wide steps.

“Will you tell me what it is now?” she laughed.

“No, I love keeping you in suspense.”

“Tease…”

“That’s right,” he grinned. “Best get used to it, wife.”

He placed something on the vanity behind her, a box by the sound of it, and opened it. His right hand went to her chest, keeping her still, while he unhooked something with the other. She stood and waited, and then Ominis picked it up. A chime sparkled through the air behind her, announcing a broad and jewelled necklace. She felt its weight against her chest when Ominis laid it upon her, and then his arms went around her neck to fasten it.

“What’s this?”

“A gift,” he smiled. “Family heirloom. Silver with emeralds and pearls.”

She brushed her hand against it. Although heavy, it felt so delicate, like woven lace or spider silk. “It’s beautiful…”

“It’s yours,” said Ominis, leaning in to brush his lips against hers. “And you make a fitting mistress.”

He took something else out, some sort of fabric: the gloves. He put them on and caressed the necklace and the dress it lay on.

“Not sure I’ve tasted green before,” he whispered with pleasure. “Quite raw, and fresh on the tongue… But there’s something… feeble about it.”

“The emeralds, they’re translucent,” she said, “like glass.”

“Ah. Not like the pearls, then,” he said, his hand caressing lower. “Sweetened milk and sand… Strange combination. And the silver tastes like a sharp winter breeze, piercing but light. Why do you giggle?”

“I am happy, of course. You’re enjoying my gift…”

“And I plan to enjoy it to the fullest,” he smirked, leaning in for another brief kiss. “Not sure about this dress, though.”

“Oh?”

“Doesn’t go well with the jewels. I’d say they’d look better against your skin. What do you think?”

Ominis must have felt her breathing quicken, might have even heard her heart beat faster, because without another word, he set his wand down on the vanity behind her and began to undo her dress. He started at the neck where it was fastened tightly, pushing aside the decorative lace, and revealed her bit by bit. He pushed aside the collar until he reached her shoulders, then pushed it down more. Her arms were a bit trapped, but she would not have moved anyway while she waited for him.

There was barely a glimmer of moonlight shining on her husband’s face, but she didn’t need it, anyway. She felt what he was doing, felt all of him through his hands that touched her, and his breath that brushed against her, and the warmth of his body. When he finally tugged down enough of her clothes to let the necklace rest against her skin, he brushed his gloved fingers down it, from her neck to the top of her breasts.

“Exquisite,” he breathed. “Just as I knew you would be.”

“Do you mean me, or the jewels?” she chuckled.

“You are the jewel. You are all the jewels in the world and more.”

She put her hand on his above her chest and leaned in to kiss him. Her other hand caught his shoulder and held onto him. He was a voice in the dark, a warm touch in a cold room… Ominis was everything to her.

Piece by piece, he took her clothes off. At the edge of her mind, she knew she should feel embarrassed, but his presence calmed her, his slow and careful touches and the way he handled her. And when he was done, and she could slip her fingers through to him, she helped him out of his clothes too.

He felt the way she always thought he would: hard bones, soft skin, and very, very sensitive… Any touch that fell below the neckline caused him to gasp, to shiver, and even to giggle nervously. When she kneeled to remove his boots, just like he’d done with hers, she took the time to kiss each knee in turn and pet his lean, long thighs.

She left one glove still on though, wanting her husband to be able to both feel and taste her, and he left on the necklace. It rattled against her neck when he laid her on the bed.

He was trembling, and she was too by now, and the noise of their excited breathing filled the air. She felt somewhat relieved at the darkness, because she wasn’t sure she could stand to see him too — pale and unravelled and beautiful, with those plush lips and that soft hair so undone where it was once so proper. She dared only run her fingers along the length of his jaw, to guess where he was, and kiss him, and as she did so, caressed him further down: his long neck, his clavicles, his shoulders, and the softer flesh of his chest.

“You tickle,” he whispered, smiling against her lips.

“Tickle me back, then,” she grinned.

Ominis chuckled softly and stopped to think for a moment, before he brought a hand up to her chin — the gloved one — and with his thumb, he felt her lips. He circled and circled that entrance into her body until they tingled, pausing the breath in her chest. His legs slowly entangled hers, stretching and spreading her on the bed, and then his hand moved lower. He held her by the neck, letting her head hand backwards, and as his hand continued to explore her body, he kissed her throat.

She purred, and the sound of it sank into his lips, turning into something desperate when he cupped her breast. He held its weight, played with it a little, then ran his gloved thumb across her tip. His new wife jumped slightly, giggling in embarrassment at her own reaction, but the weight of his body held her down.

“Good?” asked Ominis smugly. His palm covered her, then closed, slow and teasing, until he caught her nipple between thumb and index finger.

“Intense,” she whispered with a trembling breath. The motion rattled the necklace that pooled at the bottom of her neck.

He laughed against her skin and she felt a hint of his teeth before he started kissing her again.

The other hand joined him, holding her torso like she was a gift he was unwrapping, and then both hands brushed down her sides until he found her hips. His lips soon followed behind, gentle pecks with whispers of ‘I love you’ in between and teasing licks like serpent kisses. He stopped once at her breast to suckle it, warming the puckered tip against his tongue, worrying it until she whined and arched into his mouth. Then, with a smirk, he released it, wet and hardened, to move onto the other and give it the same treatment.

“Ominisss,” she whimpered, fingers curling in his hair. “You tease me…”

He moaned, and chuckled, and released her breast with a parting kiss. “And you haven’t teased me plenty?”

“H-how do you mean?” she grinned.

“You don’t realise what it was like, being with you all the time?”

“You invited me here,” she pointed out — but he continued, undeterred.

“The scent of you has come to fill this house, your favourite places in particular,” he sighed, hands kneading her hips, kisses trailing lower, down to where her heart was and the bottom of her ribs. “Your steps, so light and gentle, greeting me each day when you awoke. Your voice, rough and tired in the morning, sounding as if… as if… as if you’d just spent the whole night making love,” he rasped. “Drove me insane…”

“You never told me…”

“How could I?” he said, lapping all along her lowest ribs with the lightest touch of his tongue. “Let you laugh at how besotted I was? How you had me wrapped around your littlest finger? Or worse, you’d have run off the very next day…”

She did not deny it. Her nails sank into his hair when she thought back to the earlier days of her stay, when she was so unsure of everything, confused by his behaviour, and felt like she never would belong to a house of the Gaunts — even with them disappeared under mysterious circumstances, not that that made matters better. She was glad now to have waited.

“But I fell in love with you,” she said lightly, brushing his ruffled hair away.

Ominis hummed in agreement. “And not a moment too soon.”

His gloved hand stayed on her breast, playing with her nipple, but his lips had reached the soft surface of her stomach and he kissed the whole expanse. She couldn’t help but tense and giggle, tummy dipping at the teasing licks. It was as if he were trying to taste what was beneath, assess her flesh and readiness… The air filled with the noise of kisses and his deep inhales as Ominis breathed her in.

After leaving her waist cold and wet from his adoring mouth, his hands joined once again to hold her hips, and he held her still more firmly than before. She could not tell why until she felt the press of his kiss against her mound.

“Oh,” she gasped to a nervous rattling of pearls, her body almost curling in on itself. “O-omi—”

“Mmmm, sweet,” he whispered, nuzzling her womanhood, “just as I knew you’d be.”

“You’ve thought about this…”

“Many times.”

His left hand cupped her thigh and pushed it gently to the side, and with a gloved finger, he touched her at her core. All her muscles clenched at once, and he licked his lips.

“Shall I describe you to yourself?”

“I don’t think I could take it,” she giggled breathlessly.

A slick sound grew as he played with her, and his lustful groan soon followed. The glove was smooth, but still harsher than his fingers, those smooth aristocratic digits she had long admired — and oh how she longed for them now.

“Ominis,” she whispered, “touch me…”

“I don’t think I dare,” he teased. “Listen, listen to how slick you are…” He let the sound of his finger flicking through her slit fill the air. “I daren’t tarnish your gift, my love.”

“But O—”

“So I will have to make do…”

With the glove now cupping her other thigh, he held her open and dipped his head, and brought his tongue straight to her.

“Ominis!”

He moaned at the first real taste of her body, at the hint of her insides, raw and dripping and unbearably hot. His lips puckered to a kiss while his tongue slid out and tickled at her hole. Greedily, he lapped her up, and his hands worked hard to hold her. She writhed on the bed and her muscles tensed and laxed, but she could not escape Ominis’ lips, his kisses, and the prying of his tongue that sought to get deeper and deeper.

Her hands pressed his head lower on her, holding him there, while her legs spread to make more room for him. She nearly arched off the bed, chasing his tongue, but his hands hardened and he pushed her back down on the bed. The show of strength made her whimper, and Ominis chuckled at it, she could even feel it at her core.

“You like being held down,” he whispered teasingly against her folds. “Are you that kind of girl? Are you naughty in that way?”

His words, the way he said it, even the hot breath of him right there, made her body shiver uncontrollably. What could she even say to that?

But Ominis didn’t wait for a reply. Her breath came out in frantic mewls as he suckled her flushed little bud between his lips and pulled it as deep into his mouth as he could. His tongue slid out every few seconds, in an unpredictable and maddening pattern, to tease her hole and bring more of her wetness to his mouth. Beneath her arms, still stretched across her front to hear and ruffle his soft hair, Ominis’ hands came up, as smooth and subtle as a pair of white snakes, and came to rest upon her breasts. The tips of them barely touched the edge of the necklace.

She cried out when he began to pluck her nipples, arching her back for him. They pebbled under his attention and he pinched them plump and painful almost, while with his licks and kisses he tended to her nub.

“Oh… oh… Ominis,” she sobbed, head tilted back with her eyes closed, too dazed to do anything with her body but lay back and let him take it, do whatever he wanted with it.

“So wet,” he sighed, finally pulling away from her slit. Between her juices and his spit, she dripped all the way between her cheeks. “Aren’t you a naughty young lady, letting yourself get into such a state over your school friend…”

“We’re not in school now,” she giggled dazedly.

“Indeed,” Ominis chuckled, pausing to lap at her once more, licking her from the end of her slit to her pearl in one greedy pass of his tongue, “we’re not. Mmm…”

He purred, twirling his thumbs over her nipples in slow circles as he raised himself just slightly, resting his cheek over her stomach.

“And now that we’re not in school anymore,” he grinned, “what do you wish to do?”

She could hardly see him, couldn’t even guess exactly how his body was positioned aside from what she felt. The wetness of his mouth cooled her skin, and the edges of his messy hair that fell over his eyes tickled her tummy. He brought the gloved hand down and plucked it between his teeth, then slowly pulled it off. It fell somewhere on the bed, and then his hands came back up to her breasts, together, strumming her tips relentlessly.

“I… I… Ah!”

She could hardly speak, distracted by the pleasure and the pain and all the new sensations he was causing her. A fresh dollop of wetness plopped out between her folds, pushed out by the greedy contractions of her channel, begging to have him inside.

“I want you,” she whispered, writhing between his body, in his grasp. “Take me… Make love to me,” she begged. “Make me yours… That’s w-what I want.”

She felt Ominis sigh over her stomach, a sweet and gentle feeling. His hands left her breasts to clasp her thighs again, and with great care, he wrapped her legs more tightly on himself. He curled them around his chest, and between them he lifted himself slightly, dragging his body on top of hers much like a snake crawling through grass.

“Do you want me to hold you down,” he asked hotly, whispering to her in the dark, “and mate with you,” kissing the bottom of her ribs, “and make you belong to me?”

“Yes,” she moaned desirously, “I do.”

#Ominis Gaunt #hl #Ominis Gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt imagine #Hogwarts Legacy imagine #Ominis Gaunt x Reader #Ominis Gaunt x MC #Ominis Gaunt smut #Hogwarts Legacy MC #sswallow;made a thing #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;a new family

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