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chxrryhansen · 2 months

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rafe with a piss kink?!?

i just seen your bucky one😻😻

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god you need to send me asks more often! i love all of the ones you send me🫶🏻 rafe would be soooo mean about it…

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your sat on rafe’s lap watching a movie together like you usually did on friday nights (since he didn’t approve of you going out without him and you didn’t want to spoil girls night by taking him with you) your back pressed against his bare chest and your legs intertwined as you sat on the couch, him only wearing a pair of boxers and you in your skimpy “pajamas” that he had chosen out for you.

you began to squirm around on his lap, your plump ass pressing into his cock as you clenched your thighs, desperately needing to go pee but not wanting to disturb rafe or miss a good part of the movie.

“quit squirming.” he mumbled, his hands moving to grip your hips, stilling your movement. you knew you shouldn’t have drank all that water earlier, rafe had warned you, you’d be up and down to the bathroom all night but you were so thirsty from your yoga class. so you downed around 3 glasses of water at once.

you whimpered quietly, the pressure on your bladder becoming too heavy for you to withstand. you attempted to get up, thinking if you didn’t mention it he wouldn’t question you. silently you shifted, moving away from his lap in an attempt to stand.

rafe was quick to tighten his grip on your hips, pulling your ass back down against his cock. a thick hand wrapped around, gripping your throat in a strong hold making you moan quietly.

“where do you think you’re going, hm?”

“r-rafe, let me go, i gotta’ go pee.”

“huh…” he sighed in false thought, a wicked smirk appearing on his clean shaven face. “nah i think you can hold it a little longer baby, just be quiet and watch the movie.” he thrusted his hips up gently against your pussy, his cock clearly hard, rubbing up and down your clothed cunt, his tip catching against your clit.

you whimpered yet again, clenching your thighs together quickly as you felt a dribble of liquid drip through your panties, soaking your shorts and leaking onto rafes cock. sighing at the slight relief you felt, praying he hadn’t noticed, your cheeks flustered due to your embarrassment. however you weren’t as lucky as you had hoped, nothing got past rafe. you should’ve known.

“fuck baby, you pissin’ on me now? filthy fuckin’ slut. do i need to do everything around here? including taking you to the damn bathroom?” he growled from behind you, his chest rumbling, acting as if he was mad. when in reality his cock had never been harder, so ready to burst out of his boxers and fuck you til’ you can’t breathe.

“i’m so sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to. i swear it was an accident.” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks out of pure humiliation. you couldn’t hold back any longer, a steady stream of piss gushing out of your pussy, turning his boxers dark as you soaked his lap. crying and moaning at the sensation of finally being able to let go.

rafe groaned at the feeling of your hot piss soaking his cock, dry humping you roughly through your release.

“shh, it’s okay sweetheart, i know baby. your such a nasty little whore, pissing all over me, but its okay. daddy loves filthy girls like you, gettin’ me so hard. fuck.”

rafe pushed you off his lap and onto the floor, your knees hitting the hard surface making you whimper. he watched you with a dark grin as you looked up at him with a confused expression in your puppy dog eyes. “w-what are you doing?” you questioned. closing your eyes as he reached out, stroking the tears away from your cheeks with his thumb, shushing you gently.

suddenly your eyes burst open in shock as you felt a warm liquid begin to hit your chest, looking up to see rafe pointing his cock at your tits and face, his hot piss soaking your body in the most violating way possible. you sobbed as he marked you, confused as to why he was doing this.

“fuck that’s it, take my piss you filthy slut, is that what you are, yeah? you my dirty piss slut? soaking my cock then letting me mark you up. bet you fuckin’ love it. dirty girl, look at you, just writhing in my hot puddle of piss. who knew you were such a whore, baby.”

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pandoraslxna · 8 months

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i love ur neteyam writing sm. could you maybe do something like hide and go seek but like predator and prey type of hunting and once neteyam finds them it leads to smut if that makes sense?!? if not its totally fine💗

Feral hearts

adult Neteyam x female human reader

Words: 2.5k

Summary: There is always a thrill to the chase.

Warnings: explicit smut, cnc (that means there are dub/con elements, but nothing too bad), predator/prey play, chasing kink, oral (f receiving), handcuffs, p in v, fingering, rough sex, clit slapping (just once), size difference, overstimulation, praise kink

Translation:

Mawey = calm

Muntxate = wife, female spouse

You’re running. As fast as you can. As fast as your legs allow. The only thing keeping you from stopping or slowing down, are the sounds of footsteps right behind you– chasing you.

As you sprint through the dense, humid forest, your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins. The tangled undergrowth and towering trees blur together as you push your body to its limits, driven by both fear and an instinct for self-preservation.

So this is how it’s going to end?

Your lungs are burning, pleading for oxygen but you could only take short ragged gasps of air. The whirring and humming of your exopack mask as it filtered the air for you was almost as loud as the sound of your heart thumping inside your chest, beating so hard it was daring to break your rips.

But there’s also the distant sound of snapping branches and heavy footfalls that grow louder behind you. Moonlight filters through the thick canopy of trees, casting fleeting patches of light on your face as you weave through the bioluminescence flora like a shadow.

Your muscles burn with exertion, but you don’t even dare to slow down. The forest seems to conspire against you, with gnarled roots and low-hanging branches threatening to trip you up at every turn. Yet, fueled by a primal survival instinct, you push forward. A snarl echos through the forest, spurring you to greater speed.

More adrenaline courses through your veins, sharpening your senses and heightening your awareness of the world around you, your mind hyper-focused on the path ahead.

Leaves rustle underneath your running feet, and the scent of damp earth fills your nostrils, mingling with the scent of your own fear. Your heart races as you navigate through the labyrinth of trees, branches whipping against your skin, and time seems to stretch and compress simultaneously, each second feeling both fleeting and eternal. Your thoughts become a single, desperate mantra: escape.

With every stride, you push yourself harder, willing your legs to carry you to safety. The forest seems to blur into an indistinguishable frenzy of greens and glowing dots of colors, as if the very fabric of the world is collapsing around you. Your breathing becomes more labored, your body screaming for respite, but you refuse to yield.

Finally, as your strength wanes, you burst through the edge of the forest, emerging into a clearing bathed in moonlight. You stumble to a halt, gasping for breath, scanning your surroundings. The forest stands still, as if holding its breath, and you realize you have outpaced your pursuer.

Relief washes over you, tinged with a lingering sense of unease, a constant reminder of the primal fear of what lurks in the depths of the unknown forest.

Just as the adrenaline starts to wear off, a pair of hands suddenly grab you and the next moment, you find yourself flat on the mossy ground. You gasp sharply, instinctively writhing against the hands that roughly pin your wrists to your lower back, tying them together tightly.

"Got you", a low voice speaks directly into your ear, chuckling darkly, and a wave of goosebumps washes all over you.

Your body feels frozen with fear and your pulse quickens as the Na‘vi behind you draws even closer. His hands are smooth as they run up the backside of your thighs, all the way up over the curve of your ass, until they reach the waistband of your pants. There’s barely any effort needed to tug them down to your ankles, pull your jeans off and with them your panties too. The low hum coming from behind you let’s you know that he appreciates the sight of your glistening wet folds.

The same hands that had been roaming your shivering body now manhandle you into position– kneeling, thighs spread and back arched, and with your wrists still bound behind your back, your cheek is uncomfortable shoved against the cold glass of your mask as you’re lying face first in the grass.

"Hmm, you look delicious enough to eat, little one", the Na‘vi chuckles, running a set of long fingers through your slick before he pushes them into you without warning. You suck in a sharp gasp, but it quickly turns into a whiny moan that tumbles from your parted lips, as he thrusts them in to the last knuckle, just to harshly pull them back out entirely.

You can’t really see him from your current position, but you feel him shift behind you, settling to his knees between your spread thighs. The next thing you feel is a warm breath on your skin, and then something even warmer, something wet, that licks a board stripe from your clit to your entrance.

"So sweet", he groans, and then it dips back into you, lapping up your juices and you gasp for air at the invasion of his big tongue.

"Oh– holy sh-it", you moan, thighs quivering but he holds them spread in a strong grip with his big, three-fingered hands, holding you more open than you were before, so that he could taste you again and again, his tongue dipping deeper and deeper inside every time.

You could feel the pleasure growing inside you, in your toes, in your spine and even behind your eyelids. You arched against him, moaning at each touch of his tongue, his lips against your clit– sucking and slurping and kissing. Your orgasm was building fast, so incredibly fast, and you’re already reaching for it, but then he suddenly pulls away, and your hips jerk violently as though to follow.

"F-Fuck", it comes out as a frustrated sob, and you squirm helplessly against the restraints around your wrists. "Please!"

"Needy little human", the na‘vi grunts, and then dives back down, his tongue delving deeper than before, sucking harshly on your clit until your back arches like a bow. He’s feasting like he’s never been taught proper table etiquette, his face practically shoved against your pussy as if he’s actually starving.

You’re drooling, hands twisting uncomfortably and nails digging into your palms as you come for the first time that night, listening to the obscene sounds of him slurping the sweet nectar between your thighs as you come undone on his tongue.

Only when your thighs begin to tremble, hips twitching and bucking away from his mouth on your oversensitive clit, he finally lets up on you.

You hear him huff out a breath behind your back, probably at the pathetic sight of your physical condition– panting, with little spasms of overstimulated nerves and slick arousal running down the inside of your thighs.

You can’t help the chill running up your spine when his hands slide up your sides and up between your shoulder blades, putting some pressure right there to arch your back more.

"Mawey", he says, his voice low and raspy, laced with hunger, and you swallow thickly as you feel him shift once again, untangling the woven loincloth around his hips to discard it to somewhere behind him. "Don’t resist", you hear the thick na’vi accent on his tongue whenever he speaks your language. "It will hurt when you fight it."

Your brows furrow for a moment, but then you feel him shuffle closer and something presses against your slippery opening. Inhaling sharply, you feel the mushroom-like head of his cock nudge itself past your entrance. It’s thick, bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, and you can’t help but whimper at the stretch.

The Na‘vis hands are on your hips, holding you in place, but at the distressed little noises you make, one of them starts to rub up and down your spine, almost soothingly.

"It– its not going to fit", you whimper softly, squeezing your eyes shut as he pushes another inch of himself inside you. "You’re too– big, fuck."

He waits for you to inhale, then another inch slides into you and your exhale comes out a little shakily.

"You can take it", he simply says, but you hear the restrain in his voice like he’s holding himself back from slamming into you without mercy. "Look how your tiny cunt is swallowing my cock. She’s so tight, but hungry for it." He chuckles lowly, then slowly slides more of his never ending length into your clenching hole.

By the time he’s halfway inside you, you already felt full to brim. The stretch his girth bought you was deliciously painful, making you feel every tingle of sensitive nerves inside your core. You also feel the slight curve of his cock, his tip nudging against your g-spot before he draws out an inch and then pushes back in.

You make a punched out little noise at the first lazy thrust, and he repeats the same motion again. The drag of his shaft against your gummy walls is slow and languidly, but soon he picks up his pace. With ever thrust, he pushes more of his cock into you, working you open, before your body can properly adjusts to his size.

"Good girl", he breaths against the skin of your neck, "Just relax, let me claim the price of my hunt." And then his tongue licks broad, wet stripe up the side of your throat. You shiver underneath him, more moans falling from you lips when his pelvis finally makes contact with swell of your ass and he’s flush against you, seated so deep in your cunt that you feel his tip press against the opening to your womb.

The next thrust he gives you is a little harder, and it knocks the breath straight out of your lungs. Then another, making you gasp. Everything after the third thrust is a blur.

His pace changes dramatically once he’s certain your body can take it without breaking. They soon turn relentless and rough, and you find yourself clenching your teeth hard as you take take take whatever he’s giving you.

It takes you by surprise that, while you’re moaning, panting and gasping, breath hitching, one of his arms sneaks around your middle and his hand dips between your thighs. He finds your clit expertly fast and you almost bite through your bottom lip, a sob bubbling up your throat as he starts to rub it.

"Oh my god", you whimper and then it feels as if your body is breaking into a thousand pieces as he flicks your clit between his rough fingertips. "Fuck, please. Oh pleasepleasepleaseplease—"

Your insides turn to liquid and your brain slowly begins to melts out of you in a slick gush between your thighs as you come for the second time. The Na’vi fucks you through it, hitting all the right spots on the way in. Your pussy clamps down hard around his cock, sucking him in and keeping him right there until you feel yourself floating back to earth.

"Eywa, fuck", he curses behind you, sounding a little breathless himself. He was completely absorbed by the feeling of you, hypnotized by the sight. Your cunt seemed to lovingly embrace his cock, to massage it and cling to it whenever he pulled out just a few inches. "You’re so tight, so good."

You were shuddering from each firm, deep stroke of his cock, inner walls clinging tightly to his shaft, squeezing him, flexing around his warm, intruding length, coaxing him deep inside with each thrust. Despite the whiny little noise you make, and the way your hips buck and twitch, trying to get away from his hand, he keeps his fingers on your clit. He’s not touching it directly, skillfully avoiding the oversensitive bundle of nerves, but it’s enough to get you close again.

"C-Can’t, I can’t", you sob, squirming more and more. "Can’t come any– fuck, I can’t come anymore. I- I just came!"

"Oh, I think you can, little one", he groans, the pads of his three fingers giving a teasing slap to your clit that makes you choke on a another moan. The sound of skin roughly smacking against skin as he continues to pound into you almost drowns out the sound of his voice. "Hmh, fuck. Just take it, take what I give you. Let me feel you."

Sobbing, you shudder and twist and beg, your words pleasure-blurred into one long moan of, "coming!" And then you’re gone, flung into your orgasm, crying out and shaking, shuddering and twitching like you’ve been struck by lightning.

At the same time you feel his hand finally leave your clit, he returns them in a bruising tight grip around your waist, pulling you back to meet his final thrusts. Your eyes flutter close at the sudden feeling of warmth flooding your insides and your toes curl into your soles as he slowly fills you to the brim with his seed.

"Good girl, fuck, take it all. Every last drop", he grits out between clenched teeth, sharp fangs sparkling in the moonlight.

You cringe a little as it begins to leak out of you, but he is quick to push it back inside with a couple of lazy strokes. That’s when your knees finally give in under you, collapsing flat to the soft mossy ground with shallow pants of air.

"And?", Neteyam asks after a while. Your wrists have long been freed from their restraints and now you’re laying on your back, chest still heaving as he rolls over and almost crushes you under his weight. He lays the upper half of his entirely too big frame onto your chest, misusing your breasts as comfortable pillows. "How did you like it, muntxate? Was it to your satisfaction?"

"God, yes", you exhale a long breath, panting but smiling happily and content as ever, "It was- it was great. I’m very, very satisfied!"

"I‘m glad. I enjoyed myself too", Neteyam chuckles softly, "I have to admit, more than I thought I would, when you first asked me to do this."

His confession makes you blush sheepishly.

"I did not expect humans to be into such things, but I could get used to these type of hunts. You’re certainly more fun to chase after than a yerik!" Neteyam laughs.

You can’t help but giggle with him, as his arms encircle your middle and pull you into a tight hug, snuggling his face in between the space of your breast and nosing your scent that he always claims is very sweet to him.

"Maybe next time you could hide somewhere and I could read your tracks to find you", he then says quietly, his voice muffled against your skin. You don’t miss the way his tail curls in anticipation and his ears twitch, waiting for your response. "I-If that’s something you’d like to try, too", he quickly adds, and it’s almost comically how fast his mannerism can change from being the chasing predator to the absolute sweetheart that your mate is.

"Sure", you say, and you find yourself smiling at his eagerness, "I’d love that."

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