Loathe & Love

I hate that I love you. College has a way of fucking me up. I love JAKE SULLY

[aonunette]

[quantora]

And suddenly, I’m ovulating

[aonunette]

geez fuck me hard

[endlesss-rain]

thank u for your service

[boodarko]

now scissor

[aonunette]

Involve me. Put me in the middle

[neteyamslovrr]

WRONG TO WANT YOU - 4

words: 6.6k

summary: you and tonowari's discovery was imminent but you never expected the fallout to be this nuclear.

contents: fem!sullyreader x tonowari, agegap, sm angst, fighting, themes of shame, guilt, blame, belonging and so much angst y'all gonna hate me hehehe

notes: so... i am back. sorry this took so long to update i had to momentarily be an adult and i had insane writers block. but i hope u guys enjoy

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As you went to sleep, you silently prayed tomorrow wouldn’t come. Yet, the sun rose once again.

Sleep never really came during the night. Every time you shut your eyes, the image of your father’s face burned in your mind. The disappointment, the anger, the darkness of his gaze as though he no longer recognized his daughter in front of him.

Dawn arrived, yet the weight of the day was already crushing your chest.

Breakfast was always loud, someone would be talking over another. Lo’ak would be irritating Neteyam, Tuk would be sat next to Neytiri asking questions when it was too early to give an answer. Kiri would be sitting with Spider laughing together.

It was a familiar chaos, where even in the breezy shores it still felt like home.

Today.

Today it felt like a funeral.

Everyone in the marui sat in an awkward silence as breakfast was passed around. There was no laughter or familial comfort. Just the sounds of crackling fire and the distant crash of waves.

You sat at the end of the mat, shoulders hunched, staring down at the food resting in your lap. An assortment of fresh fruit and fish that you would have already finished by now and yet it remained untouched.

Across from you, sat at the opposing end of the mat was Jake. His posture was rigid, hands firmly gripping his knees.

His posture reminded you of the training sessions you would all have back in the forest. His muscles locked into place, movements controlled…calculated. He hadn’t raised his voice since last night.

No.

He hadn’t spoken since last night.

And somehow the silence felt worse.

At least anger was loud. You could defend yourself against loud. You could protest his rage. But the silence?

It felt deliberate.

It wasn’t just silence. It was avoidance. His eyes had not landed on you once. Yet, it wasn’t like he was trying to look at you. It was as if you weren’t there at all.

By his side your mother occasionally glanced between the two of you. The tension that was in the air etched concern onto her face. A soft frown that left a line on her aging skin. But she was uncertain on how to bridge this expanding distance that had grown overnight.

The hostility was so great that even Tuk sensed that something was wrong.

She sat unusually close to Neytiri, quietly chewing her breakfast not a single question falling out of her mouth. Occasionally, she would sneak a glance towards you, though every time your eyes met, she looked away. As if she was caught doing something she shouldn’t.

A gnawing guilt churned painfully in your stomach.

This wasn’t her fault. Even if she was the one who screamed it throughout the home.

She was just a child.

This was your fault. For being reckless, for thinking with nothing but desire.

Lo’ak was never good at hiding his feelings. It was all shown on his face. His tight-lipped frown, his bushy eyebrows furrowed as he would open his mouth as if preparing to shatter the tension in the room before immediately deciding against it.

Neteyam on the other hand, was completely determined to pretend nothing had happened. Though, no one else appeared to be interested in maintaining that illusion.

It was Kiri who cracked first.

Her hands clasped together, sucking in a sharp breath. “So…”

Lo’ak immediately groaned, setting the fruit down that was about to be shoved into his mouth.

“What?” Kiri responded with a sigh.

“Don’t.” Lo’ak said sharply, looking at her with pleading eyes.

“What? I haven’t even said anything!” Kiri rolled her eyes, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Yeah, you were going to.”

“How would you know?”

“I just do.”

For the first time in the morning a faint chuckle escaped Neteyam’s lips.

The intrusion of a sound filled with smithers of joy left the marui in shock. But it was a warmth that wasn’t denied entry.

Tuk immediately started giggling at the childish argument between her older siblings. And for a short moment, the tension began to ease.

Not by much. Not at all.

But just enough to remind you of what a morning should feel like.

However, as fast as the tension started to break away. It grew twice as quickly.

Jake’s head lifted, authority pouring over the marui. The soft snickers of your siblings instantly coming to a halt.

That feeling in your chest from before. That guilt.

It transformed into something uglier.

Hurt.

Memories of the night before rushed in immediately.    

“I can and I will send you back home.”

That horrid phrase that replayed in your head all night. The threat that loomed over you from a nightmare preventing you from slipping into a slumber.

You let out a shaky sigh; your gaze once again had dropped to discarded food in your lap. Suddenly, the woven mat beneath you was a million times more interesting than looking at anything else.

Neytiri watched as you shrunk a little more into yourself. She hated it, the tension, the sadness, the pain that loomed over you like a dark cloud.

“My daughter.” Her voice was gentle, cutting through the thick emotional fog. Your eyes flicked up to meet hers. Her golden eye studied her daughter for a moment, before drifting to the untouched fruit on your plate. “You have not eaten.”

Your eyes dropped down to the food, it looked the exact same as it did when it was given to you. “I’m not hungry.” Your lie was pathetic, everyone in the marui knew it.

Neytiri’s expression seemed to soften even further, the small frown growing as she gazed at you, but before she could respond Jake suddenly pushed himself to his feet.

The movement was jarring, your stomach dropped.

It was as if you were witnessing the growing rumble of a volcano before it erupted.

Stupidly for one short, brief moment you thought that he might finally say something to you.

But you knew that both you and your father were too prideful to even ponder about reconciling.

In a swift motion he grabbed his spear. “Boys. Outside.”

The phrase was met with immediate protest, both Lo’ak and Neteyam letting out a groan as they got up from the mat.

Jake continued to walk towards the door, waiting for your brothers to grab their stuff. “Kiri and Tuk you too. No one is sitting around today.”

One by one each of your siblings rose to their feet, filing past Jake towards the exit.

Yet, you remained seated.

You found yourself waiting.

Waiting for him to look at you.

To say your name.

To acknowledge you.

He never did.

Your father simply stepped out of the marui, leaving the flap swaying behind him.

And it cut deeper than any of the yelling had.

The walk you took was meant to be an escape.

But it continued to make you feel even more claustrophobic.

The village had never felt so small. Everywhere you looked, people were watching. And no one bothered to give you the courtesy of subtlety.

Conversations stopped when you walked past, heads followed your direction, whispers that carried along the breeze.

Walking through the village, your feet brushed against the woven nets that hung just above the water.

Stepping down onto the sandy centre of the village you passed a group of women all weaving together. One woman looked up, her eyes immediately widening when she saw you. Her fin-like arm nudged the woman beside her, and they both immediately fell silent.

Dread built up within you. An unshakeable feeling of doom that was beginning to consume you from the inside out.

They knew.

Everyone knew.

You lowered your head, trying to shield yourself from the piercing gazes of the clan. Your pace quickened desperately trying to escape somewhere where you could not be perceived.

If you got away from the village then maybe you could escape all of this.

If you got away-

“You!”

The shout cracked through the air like a whip, sharp enough to make every head turn.

Every muscle in your body locked at once, your feet freezing, refusing to move as that sound rang in your ears. Everything around you seemed to dull, conversations dying so suddenly that the entire village was consumed in a tense, watchful silence.

Though every fibre within you screamed to run, to sprint away and escape the awaiting conflict.

You slowly turned.

Ao’nung was marching towards you. His shoulders were squared, fists clasped together. His jaw was clenched so tight the muscles across his face visibly flexed beneath his skin.

He looked furious.

No.

He was furious.

He came to a halt directly in front of you, so close that you could feel the breath escaping his mouth against your face. He stayed silent aside from his heavy breathing, teeth grinding as he stared.

Then a scoff escaped him. It was a harsh and bitter sound. “Tell me they are lying.”

Your stomach dropped.

That same dread that was inside you grew to become a cold and sinking feeling that spread so quickly through your body it made you dizzy. And in that moment, as bile rose up your throat and you watched how his nostrils flared.

You knew this was going to become a lot worse than you had imagined.

“Ao’nung-” Your voice was shaky and quiet, as if these last hours had taken all the fight from you.

“No,” He pointed at you, his finger pushing against your sternum. “Tell me.”

“Just- Not here.” You whispered, in a desperate attempt to try and conceal the conversation, though your efforts were left unnoticed.

“Tell me you are not sleeping with my father!” A choir of gasps rippled through the crowd, whispers growing into loud exclamations of shock.

Your face burned with embarrassment, yet your hands began to feel cold. The breeze brushing against them as they became clammy.

“Ao’nung- not here!” It was a hushed shout, a desperate attempt to silence him.

“What? Too loud?” He snapped, stepping even closer. His height towering over you, forcing you to adjust your neck to meet his irate gaze. His arms spread wide, motioning to the people surrounding you two. “Pretty sure everyone already knows.”

“Ao’nung, stop.” You squeezed your eyes shut. Maybe if you just closed your eyes all of this would disappear.

“No!” His voice rose another decibel. “You stop!”

The crowd continued to grow. The commotion spreading across the quiet village like a wildfire. One by one, villagers abandoned whatever was previously occupying their morning. Drawn to the rising tension as if the argument had become impossible to ignore.

People gathered in loose clusters at the ends of the paths that surrounded the very centre of the village. Heads had turned, voices dropped to murmurs.

Your heart hammered in your chest, beating against your ribs with a forceful thump. “Ao’nung this is not the place.”

A laugh escaped him. But he wasn’t amused. It was a cynical and sarcastic laugh. “Oh! Not the place!” He let out another cold laugh. “Were you worried about the place when you were on the cliffs.”

Every insult he threw he managed to land on the bullseye.

Your embarrassment grew to utter humiliation. The eyes of onlookers were piercing into you, crawling under your skin and tugging out your deepest secrets.

“Stop.” You begged, eyes darting around for an escape, but the crowd had started to close in, forcing you to endure the beratement.

“How long?”

“What?”

“How. Long?” Each syllable was another dagger jamming into you. His voicer becoming lower, and more dangerous. “How long has this been going on?”

You stayed silent, words jumbling in your mouth and failing to come out. And he took that for an answer.

He scoffed again, another ice-cold laugh escaping him as he ran his large hand over his face. “Unbelievable.”

“Ao’nung please!”

He shook his head, the hair of his bun becoming slightly loose. “You are unbelievable!”

“Whatever you think this is, it isn’t.” You said almost desperately.

“Really? Really?!” He barked. “Because from where I am standing it looks exactly like what I think!”

Deep in your humiliation there was a spark of unrest. Your temper acting like an ember that was about to set a light. “Then stop making assumptions.”

“Assumptions?” He repeated, his voice a cold and sharp sneer.

You nodded, trying to stifle the growing emotions that churned inside you.

Ao’nung took a step back, taking a deep breath “I catch my ex sneaking around with my father! And I am the one making assumptions?!”

“You didn’t catch anything Ao’nung!” You exclaimed back, a pathetic attempt to prove your innocence. Though the dread and the shame made you feel as if you didn’t deserve a fair trial.

“Tuk did.” He retorted.

There was a small number of snickers heard in the crowd, and it made your face burn even hotter. Is this the punishment you deserved? Just for being recklessly in love.

“Ao’nung please. Can we just talk in private?”

But your pleas fell on deaf ears.

“Was this happening while we were together?”

The accusation slapped you across the face. His words leaving your cheeks burning with humiliation.

“What? No!” That ember began to burn brighter. A fierce fire within you burning to defend yourself.

For a brief, moment the rage that consumed him flickered away revealing something akin to relief.

But it was gone almost instantly.

“Then what changed?”

“Are you serious?” That same burning rage inside of Ao’nung was beginning to consume you as well.

“What changed?!” His voice rose, quick enough and loud enough that you flinched slightly. “What changed that made my father suddenly worth looking at?”

His ignorance unearthed something deep from inside you. A hurt, a betrayal that had been dimmed since you had been seeing Tonowari. “You cheated on me!”

There was another flicker in Ao’nung’s demeanour, his enraged resolve being chipped away by your blunt reply.

“You want to know what changed?!” You stepped to him now, your finger landing in his chest. “You did. You changed!”

“Stop.” Ao’nung hissed out, his hand clasping around your wrist.

You let out a bitter laugh, pressing harder into Ao’nung’s chest as he tried to push you away. “You do not get to stand here and act betrayed.” You paused, staring coldly into his eyes. “Not when you betrayed me first.”

Ao’nung’s nostrils flared, and for a passing second his face twisted with something rawer and more wounded than anger. “You humiliated me.”

Your jaw drops at his audacity. “Humiliated you?” Your eyes flick up and down his face “Are you kidding me?” A short, cynical laugh that was closer to a scoff erupted out of your mouth.

“Do you think this is funny?” Ao’nung replied.

“I just think it is funny coming from you.”

The crowd had grown; it was impossible not to witness the spectacle occurring. Some of the women shifted uncomfortably in the crowd. This was no longer gossip, but something deeper, more personal.

“You spent months making me feel like I wasn’t enough. I mean…I was never truly good enough for you.” You were imposing on him, even if you were shorter than stature, your rage and anger loomed over him.

“Don’t start.” Ao’nung grumbled, tilting his head back.

“No I will.” The sneer in your tone was final. “You cheated.” A shove against his chest. “You lied.” Another. “And you broke my heart.”

Ao’nung couldn’t meet your eyes. But it met the gazes of the crowd. He could see their opinions changing. The disgust that was once aimed at you was beginning to move towards him.

And he hated it.

His reputation was his greatest asset. And you certainly wouldn’t take that from him.

A sharp breath escaped his nose; his gaze dropped to the sand under his feet. Then his lips creased, a small grin appearing.

Then there was that breathy laugh. “Yeah. Right.” He laughed again, shaking his head “Of course.” His tone was laced with venomous sarcasm.

His eyes slowly lifted, but they passed yours, fixing straight on the crowd. “I know I made mistakes…I know I did.”

You faltered for a moment. Was he…taking responsibility? No. There had to be a catch.

There was always a catch.

“I will not pretend I was perfect.” He continued. “I hurt you.” There was a controlled pause in his words, letting the crowd here them. “Do not stand here and act like I was the one who forced you away.”

“No-”

But he cut you off quickly, that same tight-lipped grin stretching across his face as his eyes finally met yours. Sharp and imposing. “You moved on fast.”

Moved on? As if you were the one by the rockpools. As if you were the one who broke the trust. “I did not.”

“You did.” Another bitter laugh left his lips. “You have spent months moping around, showing everyone just how ‘heartbroken’ you were.” His arm cast out to point towards everyone gathered around you two. “And suddenly you are caught sneaking around with my father, their chief.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment nobody spoke and nobody moved. There was an awful silence that the entire village was suspended in.

“And you know what the worst part is?” His voice was tired, and broken devoid of anger.

But his eyes?

They were vengeful.

He was certain. You would never be able to step foot back into the village without the shame of your desires drowning you.

“I felt…so broken. I felt so guilty.” His voice cracked, another part of his performance. “I spent so many nights wonder if I had ruined something good. That I had hurt you too intensely.”

“Ao’nung.” It was firm, you wanted him to stop. You needed him to stop this façade. “You are lying.”

“And now!” His voice rose, ensuring only he could be heard. “You were sneaking around with him the whole time!”

“No!-”

“I was not enough for you. So you went for my father!” How had he managed to twist your words up so venomously. Every vulnerability you showed he had carved into a blade.

“That was not what happened!”

“What did you need? A place here? Status? Belonging?”

“No! Just stop that is not what happened. You are not listening!” But there was no point in defending yourself when you were never going to get a fair trial.

“Or maybe you did not want that at all.” He let out a chuckle “Maybe you were never meant to come here.”

You recoiled at the remark. You had never felt so isolated in your life. It was the one insecurity that he had held over you.

That you didn’t belong.

“You have made my father into a joke!” This was becoming something bigger than just you. A disease that had spread rapidly, unable to be contained. “You came here and have ruined everything!”

“No I- I didn’t.”

“You brought your demon blood, and your demon wars.”

“Ao’nung stop.” You felt the hot prickle of tears behind your eyes. But he wasn’t looking at you any longer. He was looking at everyone else but you.

His clan.

His people.  

“Do you seriously think these people will forget this? The death your people have brought and the humiliation you have caused?”

Your heart ached. Physically ached as if someone has clambered inside of you and squeezed it.

“You should’ve stayed in the forest.”

His words pierced you, you felt yourself bleeding in front of the crowd. And no one was bothered enough to stop this madness.

Until.

“Ao’nung!”

The shout cracked through the crowd. It was deep, commanding, and his.

Tonowari parted the crowd with a flick of his wrist, his spear dragging along the sand as he marched towards the both of you.

The chief came to a stop between you and his son. His broad shoulders forming a wall between you.

But they weren’t in front of you.

They were in front of Ao’nung. Protecting him. Separating him.

Of course.

Ao’nung scoffed, his resolve finally breaking as he looked into his father’s eyes. “Ah! You finally showed up!”

“Ao’nung.” Tonowari’s voice was low, but still so commanding. “That is enough.”

“No!” He retorted like a misbehaving child. “You do not get to stand in front of me and speak to me as if I am the problem!”

Tonowari’s grimaced, a pained expression falling over him. He knew this was going to hurt you. He knew this was going to hurt his son. And he did it anyway. “Ao’nung. We can speak about this in private.”

“Oh! I know somewhere private! The cliffs!” He sneered back at his father. “Should we go there so we can escape their whispers? So we can move away from their remarks and their laughter?!”

Tonowari tried to interrupt him, to assert some sort of fleeting authority over the situation but Ao’nung was a ticking bomb that was seconds way from erupting.

“You are my father! You are supposed to know better!”

You stood their awkwardly rooted in your spot. Witnessing the family wreckage that you felt you had caused.

“You taught me responsibility! You taught me that we are meant to make sacrifices! That our choices affect everyone around us!”

“I know.” Tonowari said pained. He felt his heart shattering in front of him.

He knew his son had broken the heart of the woman that he loved. But did that give him the right to break the heart of his only son?

“Then why did you do this?! Why did you do this to me?” It was the rawest emotion Ao’nung had displayed the entire time. His honest disappointment and heartbreak breaking through his performance.

Tonowari faltered for a moment, his body turning for just a second.

He turned to meet your eyes, to gaze into the mess he caused. He saw two people he treasured breaking apart in front of him.

He blamed no one but himself. He was the oldest, he was a role model, a leader and he had acted like a naïve boy.

He thought that maybe for once he could do something selfish.

But a leader made sacrifices.

And to love and be loved?

That was one he should’ve made.

His eyes left yours as he turned back to Ao’nung. And you felt the absence of his gaze swallow you whole.

How naïve of you to think he could possibly choose you.

You knew him, you knew this was the exact conclusion he would come to. But that did not make it hurt any less.

“Ao’nung. I am sorry.” Tonowari confessed a large hand clasping onto his sons shoulder, anchoring himself to him. “I understand why you are angry…I do not expect you to forgive me.”

Ao’nung’s nostrils flared, his lips pursing. An attempt to stop that hot prickle behind his eyes from breaking free. “You have always taught me to be better than my last mistake.” Ao’nung’s stare broke apart from his fathers and landed right on you. He wanted you to hear the words he was about to say. He wanted them to hurt, and he wanted you to be hurt. “Maybe you should try being better than yours.”

His words hung in the air. No one responded to him.

They had done their job.

Because you had never felt so broken.

You stood their frozen. It felt as if everything was closing in. As if every stare had been physically branded into your skin.

Your eyes flickered across the crowd. Your friends, your family, people you had trained with, laughed with, welcomed you into their home.

Now they just watched.

No one said a word. No one said that Ao’nung was wrong.

It was as if the silence had become a confirmation of a hard truth.

Those tears that you had been stifling since breakfast had finally spilled onto your cheeks. You wiped them quickly, but it didn’t stop them.

A strangled gasp left your lips, and then another.

If you were to stay here one more second you were sure you would collapse.

You couldn’t stand there and longer.

So, you ran.

Your feet hit the sand hard and fast, the small particles kicking behind your as the crowd parted instinctively.

You couldn’t see where you were going, not when the tears you spilled blurred your vision. You just knew you were getting away.

The village was left behind but the words…they stayed chasing you. Clinging to your body as if they were physically hooked into your skin, even after the voices of the words had disappeared.

Because no one dared to follow you.

The sounds of the Metkayina had long faded behind you. There was no chatter drifting between maruis, no distant voices carrying across the salty water. It was just the ocean now. The endless waves crashed against the shore just as they did every day. But it was the only comfort you could find in this chaos.

The moment your knees dropped onto the sand, whatever composure you had been desperately holding onto shattered.

A sob tore from your chest, so violent it left you gasping for your next breath. Another sob followed quickly after. Then another, and another.

They came so quickly you could no longer tell where one ended, and the next one had begun. Your sands arms wrapped around yourself as you collapsed forward, your forehead almost touching the sand beneath you.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

The humiliation, the shame, the heartache.

But worst of all.

It was the terrifying realization that all of your worst fears had somehow come true at once.

Ao’nung’s words echoed mercilessly though your head.

You don’t belong here.

The words should not have mattered. They came from someone who had broken your trust, someone who had betrayed you, someone who had broken your heart long before Tonowari came to collect the pieces.

Yet they crept into every crack and insecurity you had spent months attempting to mend. Ever since arriving on these sandy shores you had been trying to carve out a place for you to belong. Trying to become something more than the demon-blooded forest girl.

And for a while, you really thought you had succeeded. And it was because of him.

Tonowari had been the first person who made this village feel less foreign. He was the first person who looked at you and saw more than just the dark hue of your skin.

Somewhere between the early mornings, the quiet conversations, the late nights and the soft touches, he had become home in a place that was never truly yours.

But what were you meant to do now? When home was hurting too.

The sound of footsteps behind you was almost silenced beneath the sound of your cries.

Your ears flicked slightly, your body tensed for a moment, but you didn’t move from your crouched position. You couldn’t be seen this broken, you couldn’t give anyone else more ammunition to aim at you.

Your stomach twisted, you knew those footsteps. The rhythm, the certainty. You prayed against your own intuition that it was anybody else. Maybe it was Kiri, or Lo’ak or your mother.

Anybody.

Because you were certain that you couldn’t survive seeing him right now.

The footsteps halted a few paces behind you. Silence settled as he settled in the sand, the waves still continuing their endless journey against the shore.

Then his voice reached you.

“My beautiful girl.”

Why did he have to say it so soft, so comforting. His words often acted like a blanket, shielding you from the coldness of your insecurities. But today that blanket did not have any warmth.

A strangled sob left you before you could stop it, your palm came up covering your mouth. A pathetic attempt to silence your distress.

Tonowari remained where he was. It was not often he felt paralysed, but as he watched your shoulders tremble and listened to your cries, he felt completely hollow.

When he had followed your footsteps the guilt inside of him had grown heavier. He had witnessed his son stand before his people and tear you apart with venomous words that should have never been uttered. He watched as you stood there alone while poisonous whispers spread through the crowd like fire.

And he knew who was responsible.

Himself.

Every road lead back to him.

Every wound that had been inflicted on your soul could be traced back to a reckless choice he had made.

A choice he would make again if he was given the chance.

Because if all roads lead back to him, he’d spend eternity trying to create one that lead back to you.

Slowly, he lowered himself onto the sand beside you. Close enough to speak but far enough to feel the absence of your skin.

For once, the great leader had no idea what to say.

There were no words capable of undoing what damage he had done. Just the crushing reality that the woman he loved was breaking apart because of him.

Beside him, your sobs had quieted into soft uneven breaths, your arms still tightly wrapped around yourself.

Tonowari swallowed, he was still so unsure.

What if he said something and it hurt you more?

There weren’t many moments he was struck with fear, but this was undeniable.

“I am sorry.” The sentence was pathetic compared to the mountain of hurt you were carrying on your shoulders.

You didn’t respond with words. Only a tired, hollow laugh left you.

“I should have never allowed this.” He continued. He noticed the moment the words were spoken your shoulders stiffened. “I knew better…I knew what would happen if we got discovered.” 

Your head finally left your hands, and you turned towards him. Your eyes were red and weeping, your face swollen and tear stricken. The sight had almost shattered him.

“But you did it anyway.” The words were quiet, but the accusation was loud.

 “Yes.”

“Why?”

It was the question that he had been interrogating himself with all day.

Why?

Because he loved you.

Because every morning became a little brighter with you in it.

Because he had never felt so alive.

Because he would have destroyed himself for just another stolen moment beside you.

But he thought those answers did not seem fair. There was one other reason that he was certain of.

“Because I was selfish.” He saw the way you visibly recoiled. Everything he said managed to push you further and further away.

“What are you saying? That this was a selfish mistake?”

Tonowari grimaced, because he agreed. This was his selfish mistake, but you were the never the mistake, you were what made everything feel right.

“No…But.” He watched your eyes shut for a moment as the last word rolled off his tongue. “My family…Your family…My people.” His jaw tightened. “I knew there would be consequences.”

Your response was almost immediate, like you were desperately searching for a slither of reassurance. “Was I worth it?”

Tonowari felt his heart crack. Because you were worth everything, he just wished he could give it to you.

“Yes.” His response came without hesitation, without a single doubt.

Your head turned from him once again as a wave of freshy salty tears threatened to spill over your cheeks. “Then why does it sound like you regret it?”

Your question left him speechless. Because that was never what he meant.

Yes, he did regret hurting you. He regretted failing you.

But loving you?

Not for a second.

“No. You misunderstand me.”

A bitter laugh escaped you. “Do I?” Your voice cracked slightly as you hands shook coming up to wipe the warm tears trailing down your face. “You stood there…You stood there and watched him say all of those things.”

Tonowari’s head hung down in shame. “I know.”

“You did not say a thing.”

He stayed silent. There was no defence he could bring. There was no excuse. Ao’nung did not speak as a leader but a humiliated ex and a wounded son and Tonowari failed to stop his son’s wounds from seeping into yours.

“I could not.” Tonowari answered weakly.

Your body snapped at his answer, your spine straightening as if you were preparing for an attack. “You could not?” You replied to him sharply.

“He…He was hurting.”

“So was I!” Your voice cracked not with sadness but with anger. That familiar betrayal crawling back up inside of you. “I stood there while everyone stared at me, while he mocked me and ridiculed me!” There was a heartbreaking pause in your words. “And you just stood there beside him and watched.”

“I did not stand beside him.”

“Oh, please.” I scoff in your face “From where I was standing it looked just like that.”

Tonowari’s entire body faced yours now, and he saw just how furious you were. “He is my son…I had to be careful.” His head dropped in shame, he knew the answer was pathetic.

“Then what am I?” Your question was so angry and quick he failed to answer it. “Tell me.” Another beat of silence. “Am I supposed to believe I am someone you love when you allowed that to happen?”

His head shot up just as quickly as it had dropped down. “Do not say that.”

“Oh! Now we are watching what we say?” Your voice rose. “I mean what am I supposed to think?” You inched slightly apart from him, the distance feeling like a canyon to Tonowari. “What am I supposed to think when the entire clan is watching me get humiliated and the one person I thought would stand behind me just-”

Your voice broke, rushing to swallow the pain, trying to force the tears away. “You just let it happen.”

Tonowari felt all of his emotions curdle inside himself. He felt sick. Because every word you uttered was true.

And he hated himself for it.

“I had to be careful, what if I stepped in and he lashed out even more? What if it had become even worse?”

Disbelief spread across your face. “This is the worst Tonowari!” In your outburst you stood up from your spot on the sand. Tonowari immediately followed, taking the opportunity to close some of the distance between you.

“Do you think the gossip is what hurts most? The whispers?”

Tonowari stayed silent, his hand twitching just beside yours. “What hurt most was that Ao’nung said all of those words knowing that everyone was listening!” Your voice trembled “And everyone believed him!”

“I didn’t.” Tonowari whispered.

“Then why didn’t you stop him!” Your voice was louder than it had been all night, all the pain bubbling up and finally erupting. “I kept looking for you! I kept waiting for you to say something…To stop him.”

“I know…I wish I did. I should have.”

Your gaze met his and looking into his eyes was enough to shatter you. Half of you wanted to fall into his arms, let his smooth words and soft caresses shield you from all of this unbearable pain. But the other half wanted to scream until your lungs gave out, to yell and curse at him until he was the one crying just like you were.

“I would have.” You whispered. “I would have stood beside you.”

Tonowari sighed, because he knew you would have. He prayed he could have possess just a portion of the courage you possess. But he was a coward. “I know.”

“If you were the one who was being ridiculed and mocked and torn apart.” Your hand came up to your chest, trying to clutch your heart to stop it from aching. “I would have stood beside you.”

“I have failed you.” Tonowari confessed, reaching his hands out but he knew he didn’t deserve to hold your delicate palms in his. “I should have protected you.”

“I am not asking you to choose me over your son…I just wish I was enough to be an option.”

Tonowari gasped at your confession. “Do not say that.” In a desperate attempt his hands suddenly grasped at yours. “Please. Do not say that. You are enough.” You retracted at his touch, but you didn’t pull your hands out of his. “My beautiful girl you are more than enough.”

“It does not feel like that.” You whispered, the softness of your voice making Tonowari grasp you even tighter.

“I should have never put you in this position.”

“But you have.”

“I know. And I am so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you…that is the last thing I ever wanted to do.”

You paused, a small hiccup of a breath escaping you. “I knew this would be difficult.”

Tonowari went to reply, but you gripped onto his hand tighter and his mouth closed.

“I just thought that…if Ao’nung hated me, if my family was ashamed of me and the village mocked me.” You gazed up at him. “That I would still have you.”

Tonowari almost broke apart. Because he thought that too. That when things inevitably imploded that the two of you face it together. But he had disappointed in an unimaginable way.

“You do have me.” Tonowari said desperately

“Do I?”

Your doubtfulness made Tonowari’s throat close. How else were you meant to react after what he had done today?

“I love you.” Tonowari whispered to you, his eyes unable to break away from you. His breath was uneven; his hands were trembling around yours. “I love you. I-I have never felt so compelled by a woman before.”

He gently tugged you closer “I need you to know…that I do not regret a single moment I have spent with you.” His thumb began to caress the outside out your hand. “My beautiful girl the only thing I regret is hurting you.”

“I regret what I have done to you…I never wanted you to second guess your place here…I wanted to cement your future here.”

“You made me feel like I had a place here.” You whispered. “Since that night I felt like I could have a future here.”

“I want that future.” Tonowari gasped. “I want that future to be here with me.”

“I do too.” Your words brought relief to his chest. “But you have to fix this. I will not be made a mockery anymore.”

Tonowari’s eyes closed for a brief moment. An overwhelming amount of relief had flooded his system.

He knees almost buckled beneath him. He was convinced that when he followed your footsteps down the beach that it would’ve been the moment you walked out of his life.

He was sure he had already lost you.

But you were giving him a second chance.

One he did not deserve.

But you will still here in front of him despite everything.

“I will fix this.” He said with a renewed sense of vigour. “I do not know how, but I will.” He cautiously leaned his head down to rest against your forehead. “The shame that was placed upon you today is mine. I vow to you that I will carry it.”

For the first time today, that tightness in your chest loosened.

There were still wounds, ones that would take more time to heal. But as you stood on the shore with Tonowari’s hands and promises wrapped around you, the burden felt lighter.

There were still many conversations to come and hurdles to overcome.

But if he kept his vow to do it together.

Then the small spark of hope between you could blossom into something beautiful.

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plz plz reply/comment/send an ask on what you thought i love reading what you guys thought it means sm to me anyway big kisses thankqq for readingggggg byeeee

[vaniellea]

𑣲 Nanami feels too much about his pregnant wife

You sigh softly as you rock your daughter in your arms, the nursery dimly lit by a single lamp. 

It’s been weeks since she was born, and your body still feels foreign, because your breasts heavy and swollen with milk, hips wider, soft tummy that jiggles a little when you move. 

Nanami hasn’t touched you since the birth. Not really. A kiss on the forehead here, a gentle hand on your back there. You catch him staring sometimes, but he always looks away.

You notice it more and more. The way he stays late in his office. The way he showers alone. It hurts.

One afternoon you slip into his home office while the baby naps. You’re wearing one of his old button-downs, the fabric straining over your fuller chest.

“Kento,” you say softly, leaning against the doorframe. “What do you think about having another kid someday?”

He glances up from his papers, adjusting his glasses. His expression is gentle but distant. “We just had her. You’re still healing. There’s no rush.” He gives you a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and goes back to work. Dismissed. Again.

That night is worse.

Your daughter fusses for almost an hour, latching and unlatching, crying against your sore nipple. You finally get her to feed properly, but by the time she’s done and back in her crib, your breasts are throbbing with pain. 

They feel so full it’s almost unbearable, hot and tight under your tank top. You whimper as you press a hand against one, trying to ease the pressure, a little milk leaking through the fabric.

Nanami walks in from the hallway, still in his sleep pants, hair slightly messy. He sees you sitting on the edge of the bed, face scrunched in discomfort.

“You’re in pain,” he states, voice low. He sits beside you, brow furrowed. “Let me help.”

You hesitate, cheeks warm, but nod. He carefully pulls your tank top down, freeing your heavy breasts. They’re bigger now, veins visible under the skin, nipples dark and sensitive. Nanami stares for a long moment, something unreadable in his eyes, then leans in.

His mouth closes around one nipple gently. The relief is instant when he starts to suck. You moan softly, hand flying to the back of his head as warm milk flows into his mouth. He swallows, then sucks harder, one large hand cupping the underside of your breast, kneading it to help the flow.

“Ah—Kento…” you whimper, thighs pressing together. The sensation is so intense—relief mixed with sharp pleasure that shoots straight between your legs. He switches to the other breast, sucking deeper, tongue swirling around your swollen nipple. Milk drips down his chin and onto your stomach.

He pulls back after a while, breathing heavier, lips glossy. Your breasts feel lighter, but your pussy is aching now, soaked through your panties.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you whisper, voice shaky. “Since I changed…”

Nanami’s eyes darken. He looks at your body—soft tummy, full hips, leaking breasts—and something in him finally cracks.

“I didn’t know how to tell you how much I still want you,” he mutters, voice rough. “How fucking beautiful you are like this.”

Then he’s on you.

He pushes you back onto the bed, mouth crashing against yours in a hungry kiss. His hands roam greedily—squeezing your softer hips, palming your heavy tits until more milk leaks out. You mewl into his mouth as he yanks your panties down, spreading your thighs wide.

“Been so patient,” he groans, freeing his thick cock. It’s rock hard, flushed dark at the tip. He rubs it against your dripping folds, coating himself in your slick. “But I need you. I really do.”

He pushes in with one deep thrust, stretching your still-sensitive walls. You cry out, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders. He’s so thick, filling you completely, the slight looseness from birth making it easier for him to bottom out.

“Fuck— so wet,” he pants, starting to move. His thrusts are deep and steady at first, but quickly grow harder, more desperate. The bed creaks as he fucks you, one hand kneading your breast while the other grips your hip. Milk leaks with every rough snap of his hips, making a mess between you.

You whimper and moan beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist. “Kento— ahh— too deep—”

“You can take it,” he growls, accentuating each word with a thrust. “This body carried my daughter. It’s mine. All of it.”

He flips you onto your hands and knees, pulling your ass up and slamming back in. The new angle makes you sob into the pillow, pussy clenching around his thick girth as he pounds into you. His balls slap against your clit with every thrust, wet and obscene. 

Your softer tummy and breasts jiggle with the force of it, and Nanami seems obsessed, hands gripping your flesh tighter like he can’t get enough.

You cum hard first, walls fluttering and squeezing him as you moan his name brokenly. Nanami follows right after with a low groan, burying himself deep and filling you with thick, warm ropes of cum.

He collapses beside you, pulling you into his chest, both of you panting and sweaty. His hand gently strokes your stomach, then your breast, thumb brushing your nipple.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against your hair. “You’re even more beautiful now. I won’t hold back anymore.”

You smile tiredly and cuddle closer, his cum slowly leaking down your thigh as you drift off in his arms.

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[softjakesully]

the art of seducing your enemy

step one: pretend to sigh and roll your eyes

step two: eyefuck him

step three: ???

[fireflynavi]

Mangkwan Jake ❤️🖤

Thinking I might need to do a short fic surrounding this look 😮‍💨

[buckygasm]

Dilf!Jake who's obsessed with human!reader <3

Dilf!Jake who's obsessed with you from the second you show up with Norm's group of scientists from the lab; a daughter of one of the lab members. He's stuck on the way you wander around the clan talking with other na'vi and looking at pretty flowers, too lost in your own world to notice the countless eyes that follow you around. He can't stand the way some na'vi look at you, drooling and gawking over your skimpy little outfits and pretty pouted lips.

And he supposed it wasn't long before you'd realize that he was just as fascinated by you - you reminded him of Earth, a small piece of what he'd liked about the world before moving to Pandora. The way you wore little bows in your hair and your pretty little makeup that you'd shown to other na'vi was a reminder of what little good things he had enjoyed about his home planet.

So, he starts showing up more when you come around, introducing you to pretty flowers and animals among the forest, even taking you on rides on his ikran. He's not surprised when you begin to grasp onto him, following him nearly everywhere and growing anxious when you couldn't.

And he knows you know he's soft on you. Evident in the way he brings you small fruit and stones, even jewelry he's made just to see the way your big eyes light up. You're so sweet on him in the way you keep everything he gives you in a little box back at the lab and the way you hold his hand when he walks you throughout the forest.

one night the two of you are sat next to a fire, finishing off a meal Jake had caught for the two of you, he throws his head back with a sigh, "God, when I was younger, I would've gone crazy over you, your soft lil' legs and pretty little lips." he runs a hand over his mouth, "Jesus, sweetheart. M'sorry-"

the confession only makes you giddy, making your way over to him on your hands and knees to lie your head against his striped thigh. "You mean on Earth?" bite at your bottom lip softly and Jake sighs again from above you.

"Anywhere, honey," he drops his hand to look down at you, breath hitching, "Christ, you and those little doe eyes are gonna kill me one day." he drops his head back again, stroking a hand over the back of your head.

[sunmoonsweets]

Untamed 18+

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hehe another smut fic - but with Jake Sully! I've been watching edits of this hunky man on tiktok - specifically this one by savagesully

Jake Sully x Fem!navi!reader - i can't keep smut fics gn im sorry

basically, you and jake are out and about gathering and he just can't keep his hands off you

idc what anyone says he just keeps getting hotter and hotter as he ages

words: 3,742 - proofread, lmk if i missed anything and what you think!

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The forest breathes around you, a cathedral of bioluminescent fungi and twisted, colossal roots. The air is thick and humid, smelling of wet earth and night-blooming flowers. You move with practiced ease, your deft fingers plucking a vibrant, bell-shaped blossom from a low-hanging vine and placing it in your woven basket.

Beside you, Jake Sully walks with a rolling grace that still seems too large for this world, even in a Na'vi body. He holds the other, larger basket, slung easily over one shoulder, his golden eyes scanning the undergrowth more for potential threats than for herbs. He's quiet, but you can feel the weight of his attention on you, a palpable heat that has little to do with the humid Pandoran night.

"There's that fiber you wanted," he rumbles, his voice a low vibration that you feel more in your bones than you hear with your ears. He gestures with his chin toward a cluster of pale, stringy vines snaking up the trunk of a massive, zelkova-like tree.

You nod and step toward it, pulling your knife. The fibers are strong, perfect for weaving, and as you begin to cut and gather them, Jake sets the heavy basket down with a soft thud in the moss. He moves closer, the space between you shrinking until his warmth is seeping through the thin fabric of your tweng. His shadow engulfs yours, and the soft, focused sounds of your work are the only noise for a long moment.

A large, calloused hand covers yours where it rests on the tree trunk, stilling your motions. His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against the solid wall of his chest. You don't need to see his face to know his expression has shifted from patient guardian to something far more primal.

His breath is hot against the column of your throat, and then you feel the sharp, decisive sting of his teeth against your skin. It isn't a bite meant to harm, but a claiming, a raw and desperate act that makes your head fall back against his shoulder. The basket of herbs and fibers lies forgotten on the forest floor as he presses you harder against the rough bark of the tree, his mouth working against your neck with a deep, possessive suction that feels like he's trying to pull your very soul out through your skin.

His hold on you tightens, one hand splayed across your stomach, holding you flush against him, while the other tangling in your hair, tilting your head to give him better access. The hand on your stomach slowly begins inching towards your loincloth, dipping down into it to cup your puffy cunt.

He groans deep in his chest as he feels the slick coating your folds, a sound that is equal parts satisfaction and a warning of the storm to come. He pulls his hand out and turns you around, pressing you harder against the tree. The rough bark scrapes against your back and shoulders, but you barely register it. All you can focus on is the way he slides his hand back into your tweng, and the exquisite pressure of his fingers against your clit and the possessive, almost feral way he's marking you as his

He's not just kissing you; he's consuming you, and a part of you is more than willing to be devoured. The pressure on your clit intensifies, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of shattering. His favorite thing is to watch you fall apart and put you back together, just to do it all over again.

He works you with a maddening skill, a hunter's patience applied to the art of unraveling you. The rough pads of his fingers circle your clit, a slow, deliberate rhythm that has your thighs trembling and your breath catching in ragged little gasps.

The suction on your neck doesn't let up, a constant, throbbing pressure that sends jolts of electricity straight down to your core. He's marking you, leaving a dark, undeniable bruise that will blossom on your skin tomorrow, a visual promise of this wild, unrestrained moment in the glowing heart of the forest. His hips begin to rock against you, a slow, grinding motion that lets you feel the hard, insistent length of him through the layers of cloth.

Then, with a low growl that vibrates against your skin, he shifts. His fingers leave your clit, and for a split second, you mourn the loss, but it's quickly replaced by something much, much better. You hear the soft rustle of cloth, the unmistakable sound of him loosening his tewng, and yours. Then the searing heat of his bare cock is pressing against your slick, aching entrance.

He doesn't push inside right away, instead sliding the thick head of his length through your folds, coating himself in your wetness, teasing your clit with every pass. His other hand comes up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your peaked nipple through your feathered top, the dual sensations a sweet, torturous assault.

"Jake," you whimper, your voice a broken, needy thing. It's all the encouragement he needs. With one powerful, fluid motion, he drives into you, filling you so completely, so perfectly, that a choked cry escapes your lips.

He stills for a moment, buried deep inside you, letting you adjust to his size, his forehead resting against your shoulder. His breath is harsh and uneven, and you can feel the barely leashed control in the tension of his muscles.

Then, he begins to move, pulling out almost completely before surging back in, a deep, powerful stroke that steals the air from your lungs and leaves you clinging to the tree for support. The forgotten basket lies on its side in the moss, its contents spilled across the forest floor, a colorful casualty of your mutual surrender.

He dips his head down to kiss you again, more so Jake is kissing into your open mouth while you pant for him - because of him. His hands grip your hips before sliding down to your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist. One hand then goes to your clit again. The dual stimulation is almost too much, the thick head of his cock dragging against your walls with every thrust, while his fingers work your clit in tight, precise circles.

The sounds of your joining are obscene, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the quiet forest, mingling with your desperate cries and Jake's low, guttural groans. He's completely lost to it now, a creature of pure, unadulterated instinct, and you're right there with him, your world narrowing to the feel of him inside you. The taste of him on your tongue, the overwhelming sensation of being completely and utterly possessed.

You can feel your orgasm building, a coiling tension in your stomach that winds tighter and tighter with every powerful thrust. Jake must feel it too, because he picks up the pace, his movements becoming harder, faster, more erratic. "That's it," he rasps against your lips, his voice strained with pleasure. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you." And with one final, brutal thrust and a hard pinch to your clit, you do.

Your world explodes in a blinding flash of white-hot pleasure, your body convulsing in his arms, your inner walls clamping down on him like a vise. Your scream is swallowed by his mouth, a desperate, choked sound of pure ecstasy. He follows you over the edge a moment later, his body going rigid as he buries himself to the hilt inside you, a deep, guttural cry tearing from his throat as he empties himself into you.

For a long moment, you stay like that, tangled together, your bodies slick with sweat and the humid night air, the only sounds your ragged breaths and the gentle hum of the forest around you. Jake slowly lowers your legs, but he doesn't let go, instead wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You can feel the frantic beat of his heart against you, a wild, chaotic rhythm that slowly, gradually, begins to calm.

The forgotten basket is still on its side, a mess of herbs and fibers, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is the solid weight of the man in front of you, the lingering ache between your thighs, and the overwhelming sense of rightness; of coming home. He picks the basket back up and gently entwines your fingers with his. He can still see the hazy, lovedrunk look in your eyes as he gives you a dopey smile. He leads you to the warm springs with a plan to wash you clean and put his sin all over you again.

The journey to the springs is a slow, ambling walk through the glowing twilight of the forest. The cool, damp air feels good on your overheated skin, and you lean into Jake's side, your fingers still laced with his. The dopey, contented smile hasn't left his face, and every now and then, he glances down at you. His golden eyes soft and full of a tenderness that makes your chest ache. He's still in his hunter mode though, the primal energy thrumming just beneath the surface. He hasn't said a word, but he doesn't need to.

The way he holds your hand, the possessive glint in his eye, the gentle sway of your hips as you walk together- it all speaks volumes. He's not done with you yet. Not by a long shot. The gathering of herbs and fibers is a distant memory, a sacrifice to the raw, untamed passion that still simmers between you.

The spring is a small, secluded clearing, the water steaming in the cool night air, surrounded by a ring of moss-covered rocks. Jake leads you to the edge of the water, and then he turns you to face him, his hands coming up to cup your face. His thumbs gently brush over your cheeks, and he leans in, his lips hovering just above yours.

"Let me get you cleaned up," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates through you. He doesn't wait for an answer; instead he lifts you into his arms, his strong hands gripping your thighs as he steps into the warm, inviting water. The heat is a shock to your system at first, a stark contrast to the cool night air, but it quickly becomes a soothing balm to your aching muscles.

He carries you to the center of the spring, the water coming up to your chest, and then he's setting you down, his arms still wrapped around you. You're face to face, the water lapping at your skin, the steam curling around you like a lovers' embrace. He's looking at you with an intensity that takes your breath away, a look of raw, unadulterated love and desire that makes your heart race.

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours, a soft, gentle kiss that's a stark contrast to the raw, desperate passion of moments before. But it doesn't stay gentle for long. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, begging for entry. And you grant him entrance. Your tongues tangle, a slow, sensual dance that's both a promise and a threat.

He breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged, and he starts to wash you. He uses his hands, not a cloth, the rough pads of his fingers gently scrubbing your skin, washing away the evidence of your earlier coupling. But his touch is anything but innocent.

He's worshiping you, mapping every inch of your body with a reverence that makes you feel like a goddess. He washes your arms, your shoulders, your back, his touch lingering on the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck. He washes your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples, teasing them into tight, aching peaks. He washes your stomach, his fingers tracing the line of your hips, before dipping lower, parting your folds, and washing the evidence of his release from your skin. You gasp, your head falling back, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. He's torturing you, and you love every second of it.

"Jake," you whimper, your voice a needy, breathy thing. He chuckles, a low, husky sound that sends shivers down your spine. He's enjoying this, enjoying the power he has over you, the way he can make you come undone with just a touch.

He continues his ministrations, his fingers stroking, teasing, exploring, driving you to the brink of madness. The water sloshes around you, a rhythmic counterpoint to the frantic beating of your heart. He's in no rush, content to take his time, to draw out your pleasure until you're a quivering, whimpering mess in his arms. And then, just when you think you can't take it anymore, he stops. He pulls his hand away, and you're left aching, empty, and more aroused than you've ever been in your life.

He looks at you, a smug, knowing smirk on his face, and then he's lifting you again, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms around his neck. He carries you to the edge of the spring, setting you down on the smooth, moss-covered rocks.

The cool stone is a shock to your heated skin, but you don't have long to think about it, because Jake is kneeling in front of you, his hands on your thighs, spreading you wide. He looks up at you, his eyes burning with a hunger that takes your breath away, and then he's lowering his head, his tongue tracing a path from your knee to your core.

You cry out, your hands fisting in his hair, your back arching off the rocks. He's going to devour you, and you're going to let him. He's kissing your pussy the way he kissed your mouth earlier, slow and sensual.

He's tasting you, savoring you, and you can feel the tension building again, a coiling heat in your stomach that threatens to consume you whole. He's a master of this, a master of you, and you're completely and utterly at his mercy. And you wouldn't have it any other way. He's not just licking into you; he's claiming you, a raw, primal act that leaves you breathless and trembling.

He's sucking your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves, and you know you're not going to last long. The pressure is building, a tight, coiling knot in your stomach, and you're so close, so close to the edge. He must feel it too, because he doubles his efforts. His fingers joining the fray, sliding into your tight heat, curling up to stroke that special spot inside you.

It's too much, the dual sensations sending you over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm that leaves you shaking and sobbing his name. He laps at your release, a low, guttural groan vibrating against your skin, and then he's rising, his body covering yours, his lips crashing down on yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue, a salty, musky flavor that's uniquely you, and it's the most intoxicating thing you've ever tasted.

He's hard and ready, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you know this is just the beginning. The night is young, and he has every intention of making you scream his name until the sun comes up. He gently flips you over, putting your ass in the air. The position is vulnerable and entirely erotic, making your face burn into a fierce fuchsia.

He chuckles behind you, giving you a love pat on the ass. His hands grip your cheeks, pushing and pulling, watching your hole clench around nothing. Hearing the lewd squelch of your slick as he plays with your pussy.

He leans over you and takes a deep breath, smelling your hair and your skin before he kisses the back of your neck. "You ready for round two, baby?" he asks. His teeth graze your ear. "Because I'm not even close to being done with you." He then slams into you, the force of the thrust pushing you forward, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the slick rocks. He's relentless, a force of nature, and you're caught in the eye of the storm, a willing victim to his raw, untamed passion. The basket is a distant memory, the herbs and fibers a pale imitation of the wild, untamed beauty of the moment.

This is the real thing, the raw, unadulterated truth of your love, and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. He's fucking you with a primal intensity, a raw, desperate need that matches your own. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you, the sound of your joining once again echoing through the quiet forest. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind gone, your body a vessel for desire.

He's marking you, claiming you, making you his in every way possible. The water sloshes around you, a cool caress against your heated skin, a stark contrast to the fiery passion that consumes you. He's a wild thing. A creature of the forest, and you're his mate, his partner, his everything. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine," he growls, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrates through you. "All mine." And you are. You're his, body and soul, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

His words are a brand against your soul, a declaration that resonates deep within your core, each syllable punctuated by the powerful slam of his hips. The world narrows to the feeling of him stretching you, filling you, the rough texture of the rocks against your palms, and the possessive growl that rumbles in his chest. One of his hands leaves your hip, trailing up your spine, a path of fire that makes you arch back into him, seeking more. His fingers tangle in your hair, wrapping around the strands, and he gives a gentle tug, just enough to pull your head back, exposing the long line of your throat. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, the heat of him a comforting, overwhelming weight.

"Look at you," he rasps, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Taking me so well. So beautiful." He releases your hair, that hand sliding around to cup your breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling your nipple, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure straight to your clit.

The dual stimulation is exquisite, a symphony of sensation that has you teetering on the edge of release once more. He can feel you fluttering around him, your body tightening, a tell-tale sign of your impending climax. He speeds up his thrusts, the force of them pushing you forward, your breasts brushing against the cool, damp rock with every movement.

He's chasing his own release now, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate, the controlled rhythm breaking down into a wild, primal dance. He's a hunter, and you are his quarry, your pleasure the ultimate prize.

The sounds you're making are incoherent, a stream of whimpers and cries and pleas for more, for harder, for faster. He's more than happy to oblige, his hips snapping forward, a brutal, punishing rhythm that steals the air from your lungs and leaves you gasping for breath. You're so close, just on the precipice, the coiling tension in your stomach wound so tight you think you might break.

"Come for me, baby," he commands, his voice a low, gravelly growl. "Let go. I've got you."

And with a final, powerful thrust, you do. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, a blinding, all-consuming force that steals your senses and leaves you a boneless, quivering mess in his arms. Your walls clench down on him, a rhythmic pulsing that pushes him over the edge with you.

He buries himself to the hilt, a deep, guttural cry tearing from his throat as he finds his release, the hot, hard spurts of his come a primal mark of his possession. He collapses on top of you, his full weight pressing you into the rocks, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You can feel the frantic beat of his heart against your back, a wild, chaotic rhythm that slowly, gradually, begins to calm.

You're both slick with sweat and the warm, spring water. Your bodies tangled together in a heap of sated limbs. For a long moment, you just lie there, basking in the afterglow, the only sounds your ragged breaths and the gentle hum of the forest around you. He gently kisses the mark he left on your neck, a soft, tender gesture that makes your heart ache. He slowly pulls out of you, a groan of protest escaping your lips at the sudden emptiness. He chuckles, a low, husky sound that sends shivers down your spine, and then he's lifting you into his arms, carrying you back to the center of the spring.

He settles you in his lap, your back to his chest, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. The warm water soothes your aching muscles, and you lean your head back against his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping your lips. You're completely and utterly spent, but it's the best kind of exhaustion, a bone-deep satisfaction that comes from being thoroughly and completely loved.

He's quiet for a long moment, just holding you, his hands stroking your arms, his chin resting on top of your head. "I love you," he says, his voice soft, but clear in the quiet of the night. "More than anything." You turn your head to look at him, your fingers coming up to trace the line of his jaw. "I love you," you whisper, your voice hoarse from your cries of passion.

He leans in, his lips meeting yours in a slow, tender kiss, a gentle affirmation of the words you've just exchanged. This is what it's all about, this connection, this intimacy, this raw, unadulterated love that transcends species and worlds. It's a wild, untamed thing, just like the forest around you, and it's the most beautiful thing you've ever known.

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@r4y-cr34t0r - forgive me ik this one isn't so'lek but i still hope u enjoy it

[fushi6oro]

𝓖𝓤𝓔𝓢𝓢. — pervert roomate!maki stealing your panties.

ෆ — nsfw. obsessed maki. panty stealing. panty sniffing. masturbation.

❛ — pervert roomate!maki has had a crush on you since...forever, well, ever since you answered her roomate request on your college's announcement board.

it was impossible not to fall in love with you, though. you were such a beautiful girl, funny, interesting and smart – she felt like she could talk to you for hours (and about you for days).

her friends said she was obsessed, but they were wrong, she was in love. she adored you, kissed the floor you walked on, looked at you like sunshine came out of your ass (to her it did, you had a cute ass).

people knew the normal maki, the college classmate maki, the girl that was cold until you began to know her, that focused on her goals more than anything, whose eternal resting bitch face scared everyone. they didn't know the maki in love, the one who laughed at every single one of your jokes, who researched about every piece of media you talked about, who listened to your favourite artists...

...who began to steal your panties.

it started innocent, just her smelling your shirts whenever she did the laundry (which was very often, you were trully grateful for that), stealing a top every now and then to sleep next to. she actually never saw your underwear the first few months because you were too shy to let her see them. but, as your trust on her grew and you both became closer, you crossed that boundary and stopped caring so much about such trivial things. she used underwear too! why be so shy?

then the day came, and she was met with a pair of frilly pink panties on top of the laundry pile.

and the rest continued as one would expect.

panties started dissappearing here and there–a black thong, a black lacey one, one of those with a see-through back–the green-haired girl blaming the faulty washing machine and telling you she lost her favourite pair of briefs too, to make you feel better.

little did you know, they were all inside a special drawer inside her room. waiting for her to grab them in the middle of the night and bury her face in them, sniffing your scent off from them like a pathetic loser desperate to imagine what it was like to be the one cozying between your thighs.

how miserable would it be to envy a piece of clothing? ask maki, she knows the answer.

one afternoon, she was locked inside her room, one hand holding your cute white lacey panty to her nose while the other was nuzzled between her legs, playing with herself. she was so needy she didn't even get her clothes all the way off, just unbuttoning her jeans and hiking up her baggy shirt enough to squeeze her nipple every now and then, her hand just dissappearing under her pants.

her soft groans and broken gasps filled the heavy air inside the bedroom. she was imagining how good you looked wearing that pair when you rushed out of the shower yesterday, how the fabric hugged tightly around your hips and nicely cupped your cunt.

her fingers work harder on herself, rubbing her sensitive nub resulting in little wet squelches beginning to sound. she gives the worn fabric a sharp inhale, eyes rolling back into her skull, absolutely loving how they smelled of you, of that place she yearned to touch one day. if she loved the smell you left on your underwear, she couldn't imagine what she would do if she got to get it directly from the source.

maki bites her lip as she remembers how they didn't even cover your ass all the way, and when you walked your cheeks bounced with every step, she drooled so much she swore you were gonna trip when you walked past her.

"oh, so that's where that pair went."

the sound of your voice shocked maki to the core, freezing her in surprise and turning on the 'danger! your crush just found out you're a pervert!' alarms in her brain.

"uh- i- i can explain-"

"i'm glad you noticed them, i knew you would like them."

maki couldn't believe what you just said. your face was shining bright with that cute smile of yours she liked so much, only this time it was laced with something else, something mischievious.

the thing is, you did know that maki had a crush on you, it would be dumb not to notice. you had a huge crush on her too, but found it fun to mess with her and her whole "cold" deamenor. you purposefully walked around in your cutest underwear for her, noticed which pairs dissappeared and bought more just for her to see.

you were happy to know that she did what you imagined with the lost pairs of panties.

[strxwberrycreampuff]

What it’s like being Biker!Maki’s gf!

Biker!Maki who takes you on random late-night rides when you’re stressed. She knows you don’t like being crowded or pressured into talking when you’re in this state, so she opts to get you some fresh air and a clear mind instead.

Biker!Maki who lets you lean against her when you stop by a large tree. She’ll have an arm wrapped around your shoulders with your head rested on one of her. Maybe she’ll even kiss your forehead if she feels like it.

Biker!Maki who always stops and gets your favorite treat on the way back home, even if you’ve already calmed down. She likes seeing how happy you are when eating your favorite food.

Biker!Maki who holds you close when you get home, refusing to let you go back to whatever made you stressed in the first place. She’ll wrap you up in a blanket and hold you tight against her until you either give in or fall asleep.

Biker!Maki who occasionally lets you drive her bike. She’ll guide you the whole way, making sure you’re comfortable and going at a steady pace. She’ll reassure you when you get nervous, her thumb lightly stroking your waist while she does so.

Biker!Maki who hypes you up when you eventually get the hang of it. She’ll kiss your cheek and hug you like there’s no tomorrow just so you know how proud she is. She loves the way you smile when she does it.

Biker!Maki who is an absolute beast in bed. She’ll bend you over and go for hours with her strap-on. She’ll praise you the entire time for being so good for her, too.

Biker!Maki who makes sure to always take the best care of you afterwards. Gentle massages for the sore spots, a warm bath, some food, and endless cuddles are what you get every time.

Biker!Maki who teases you about some of the mistakes you made when trying out her bike, but backs off if you get pouty. She’ll stroke your hair and until you fall asleep, whispering a small “I love you,” when you do.

A/N: I need to study her character more mb if this is ooc 💔

© strxwberrycreampuff 3/31/2026 do not steal, copy, or feed to ai

[mimiwritessx]

makis’ new crazy sex drive! tags - overstim, p eating, tribbing, pussy drunk maki, dubcon if you squint, aged up obvs

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maki killed her whole clan within twenty minutes of being reawakened. She had shed her last limitations, acquiring superhuman strength.

shes covered in gore from massacring the zenin clan. you were waiting for her outside, worried. as soon as you saw her walking out with an expressionless look on her face you immediately ran up to her and hugged her. “maki.. are you okay?” you swarmed her with questions and affection, in hindsight it would’ve been super annoying. you wiped the blood from her cheekbones, before you could do anything else she gripped your hand firmly. “let’s just go home.”

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you both go home safely, you were assuming that this was going to be a calm night. maybe you’d run her a bath and wash her hair or even give her a massage— anything to make her feel better. not being thrown onto the bed and your legs spread obscenely wide, ripping off your shorts AND panties with her crazy strength and eating your pussy until you couldn’t even speak a coherent sentence.

you were on your nth orgasm of the night, your thighs shaking and clamping around her head and your body jerking with oversensitivity. “m-maki— s’too much!!” you gasped, the pleasure so overwhelming that it almost hurt. she hummed around your overstimulated pussy. “oh, i’m so sorry, baby.. just a few more minutes.” her speech was slightly slurred and her eyes were half lidded as she lost herself in your juices. “you said that l-like—hick!— an hour ago!” tears have already been streaming down your face by now, your shirt was lifted up past your tits, nipples red from being sucked on and rubbed excessively. your whole body was sweating and responsive to every single touch. even the slight brush of the plush blanket sent electricity down your spine.

makis long tongue plunged in and out of your sensitive hole, her nose pressed against your clit, shaking her head so her nose can continue its relentless torture on the swollen bud. you were openly sobbing now, your pathetic cries breaking into moans. her slender fingers were now wrinkled from being inside you for so long. you were desperately pushing her head away for her to just let you breathe. “maki— ngh.. please.” your brows were furrowed and your jaw was slack from the overwhelming amounts of pleasure. you tried to close your legs but her grip was unwavering. “i know, i know.” she murmured against your aching pussy. she definitely did not know.

finally she got up and you let out the biggest sigh of relief ever… that was until she started to take off her own clothes. she crawls back onto the bed, she lifts one leg over yours and another under yours and begins to bump her clit ruthlessly with your inundated clit. she grinds her hips back and forth, her eyes fully shut and her brows furrowed. her jaw was clenched as she lets out small groans of pleasure. she was lost in the sensation of your sobbing cunt gliding against hers. “i—hahh— needed this.. needed you.” she breathes out. your body was twitching wildly “fuck!” you cried out at the replaced sensory from feeling her tongue to now feeling her equally wet pussy.

her muscular arms held you in place so you could stop squirming, and her legs were firmly locking you in place. “shhh.. don’t cry.” she shushed you softly. maki wasn’t even aware of the overstimulation, just completely dazed from your pussy and strangely pent up from killing the entire zenin clan, what else was she supposed to do? unbeknownst to you, she had already came but with this newfound stamina and strength she just kept going, barely even registering it. what came with her preternatural abilities wasn’t just strength, but also a significantly higher sex drive.

your vision started to blur, not from tears this time but from the sheer force of your orgasms hitting you finally catching up and making you extremely drowsy. “m-maki…” you choked out, “no more.. please.” you tapped her three times like you usually do when it gets too much, she finally picked up on the taps after you did it desperately multiple times. she got off you, a small squelching sound following from the wetness of both your juices.

you couldn’t even stand properly without your legs threatening to give in. you wanted to help her shower, get changed, even making her favourite meal but those plans are cancelled. she pressed a soft kiss to your temple and had a shower, quickly coming back and sliding under the covers, pulling you onto her muscular chest and rubbing soothing circles on your back.

you sleep better than you have ever slept in your entire life, what you didn’t know though was that this would probably happen again tomorrow morning— or until she learns how to calm down her newly heightened libido.

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[swxxtchxrrixs]

you were always told to stay away from people like maki zenin- but that only made you want her more

warnings ⋆.˚ mdni, smut, wlw, biker!maki, female!reader, light drinking, ass slapping, nipple play, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, baby), choking, rough sex, squirting, face fucking, oral, cum eating, scissoring, tribbing, teasing, face grabbing, hair grabbing, praise, dom!maki im drooling

wc ⋆.˚ 1.5k

disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults

ever since you were a young child, your parents warned you to be wary of people like maki zenin.

yeah, fuck that.

you were now in your twenties and down bad for girls like her.

if anything, the cliché parental advice only caused you to be more drawn to people like maki– risky, cocky, and seemingly dangerous. every time you heard the roar of her motorcycle engine outside of the bar window, her beautiful face coming into view as she removed her helmet and shook out her sweaty, messy hair, you were weak in the knees.

you weren’t usually one to get involved with her type, though, just thirsting from a distance to the point where your thighs would clench together during nearly all of your shifts. you’d slide your fingers through your slick folds at home later after clocking out, fresh out of the shower, imagining their sexy faces buried inside your cunt and coming around your fingers to wishes that they were the ones touching you instead.

a lot of people like maki frequented your bar, and many of them tried to catch you, but none of them had enough game for your taste, and so you simply only had the desire to keep everything in your head so as to not ruin your fantasy.

that is, until maki herself came along.

she had a tendency to lean over the counter, licking her lips insatiably while she watched your body sway as you walked from corner to corner to serve other customers. you never hid the fact you knew her eyes were always lingering on you, smirking flirtatiously every time you passed by her throughout the night.

when it was less busy, you’d chat about nothing and everything together, you leaning your elbows against the counter top whilst your chin rested in your palms, unable to hide how much you were enjoying the conversation. her eyes would flicker incessantly between yours and your mouth, both of your minds clouded with the same thoughts that you still hadn’t dared to speak aloud to each other.

it was silently noted by the both of you that things would progress eventually. who would be the first to break through the undeniable tension? that was the real question.

“you know,” maki purred, fingers tapping tauntingly on her empty rum glass, “riding a motorcycle is pretty boring without company.”

you looked at her, a sly smile beginning to tug at your lips. “oh, yeah?” you teased.

she nodded, sliding the glass over towards you. you picked it up, then placed it in the bus bin. “yeah,” she smiled, eyes darkening with that enticing glow they always seemed to carry, “care for a ride?”

maki's motorcycle isn’t the only thing you ended up riding that night.

she carelessly threw her helmet onto the floor of her apartment, kicking the door shut aggressively behind her as she assisted in removing your own. her lips were on yours immediately, pushing your back against the hallway walls with each swipe of her tongue across yours as you stumbled over towards her bedroom.

with a harsh slap to your ass, she tossed you onto the bed, mouth finding your neck and collarbone as she sloppily left marks along your soft skin. you involuntary wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her down further onto your body. she let out a soft grunt, teeth sinking into your pulse point.

with a gasp, you fisted her shirt, her briefly pausing her lips on your neck to remove it and toss it somewhere onto the floor. her hands slid beneath the hem of yours, fingertips padding into your sensitive spots as her tongue dragged across the beautiful purples and blues decorating your throat. you moaned, lifting your hips impatiently to tell her you wanted her, that you needed more.

you groaned the moment her fingers squeezed your breasts, her quickly unhooking your bra and removing it along with your shirt without barely breaking apart from you. your whines filled every corner of her mouth as she kissed you again, continuing to toy with your hardened nipples between her fingertips.

you squealed and she chuckled. “you like that?” she muttered, biting down on your bottom lip, “fuck, you make the prettiest sounds, sweetheart.”

within seconds, she had the rest of your clothing discarded and your positions flipped so you were straddling her lap, her hands resting smugly behind her head as she eyed your beautiful, bare body exposed and resting on top of her. “fuck yourself for me, baby” she cooed, “show me how you ride it.”

your lips quivered as you slid along her cunt, her clit bumping against yours sending shivers down your spine. you were already drooling, cheeks flushed as she tickled your bundle of nerves with each drop of your hips. “y–you feel so– ngh– good, maki.”

“you know how to fuck me so well, don’t you?” she hummed, one hand moving to rest gently against your cheek, “you look so pretty like this, riding my pussy.” she huffed out a puff of air as she pulsed against your slick folds. “think you were made for me.”

it didn’t take long for your positions to be switched again, your leg thrown over her thigh, cunt being wrecked as her hands squeezed your throat and hips.

“you hear yourself?” she groaned, knot growing in your stomach, “you’re fucking soaked for me.”

you were crying, mewling, body squirming along the sheets as he she rode your sensitive, puffy cunt with precision, her slightly calloused fingertips toying with your nipples as if her life depended on it.

“fuck,” she hissed, hips sputtering as she felt your arousal drip out of you, “you feel so. damn. perfect.”

your throat cracked, legs shaking as she licked a clean stripe up your sternum, the coil in your stomach on the verge of snapping. “fuck, maki!” you screamed, back arching with each grind of her hips, “i’m gonna f–fucking come!”

she rolled her eyes blissfully, letting out a soft whine that nearly threw you off guard with the contrast of how she had been up until that point, heavy breaths falling from her lips as she pushed you over the edge.

“oh my god,” you cried, gasping as you squirted all over her cunt, the filthy squelching of your splashing, sticky cum increasing the filthy schlaps of her lower lips against yours, “fuck, fuck!”

“look at you,” maki groaned, hardly slowing her thrusts. your whines only guided her closer to releasing, “so fucked-out and a mess for me already.”

you nodded, eyelids fluttering, body still vibrating as maki finally reached her peak, gritting her teeth as she pulled away from you at the last possible second.

“open your mouth,” she growled, barely giving you any time to do what she commanded before sitting on your face and rubbing her cunt messily all over your lips, “such a good girl.”

you moaned against her, slurping desperately and swallowing everything she gave you as she sent slow, hard thrust to a still.

“fuck, who taught you how to do this?” she choked, one hand reaching to grab your strands firmly as she squirted all of her cum on your face, “so filthy and perfect, jesus christ.”

she lifted herself off of you slowly, the sweet pop of your mouth releasing her clit wanting to rest permanently in her brain. she collapsed beside you, letting out a loud exhale of exhaustion and pure elation. it was the best kind of feeling.

“that was… just, wow,” you exclaimed, turning your head to the side to look at her. you were still shaking and a wreck.

she did the same, twisting her head in your direction, peaking her eyes over her arms that she rested her face in as she lay on her stomach. her smirk was hidden, but you could still sense it. “yeah?” she cooed, “think you’d like to do this again sometime?”

you lowered your lids, dark and enticing, before turning your body to fully face her. "hmmm,” your lips turned cunning, hand slipping beneath her stomach to reach her still pulsing clit. she gasped as you grazed slid your fingers between her folds. “what do you think?”

in an instant, you were pinned below her again, jaw resting firmly in one of her palms whilst the other cupped your begging, needy cunt. “i think,” she started, slow and deliberate, squeezing your cheeks and coating her fingers with your slick, “you want me to break you until you’re completely ruined and fucked for anyone else.”

you wrapped your arms around the nape of her neck, bringing her down to kiss you, your lips finding hers with soft passion. when you pulled away, you smiled again; it was laced with profound desire. you were done for, completely whipped.

“you,” your voice was low, quiet, whilst one hand reached to toy with her cunt again, thumb sliding across her soaked hole. she hissed, “are absolutely correct.”

an: 4/11 reworks, ugh i love maki's badass fr

[zombiegachagirl]

Toxic Yuri, smut, sorta public

Her lips pressed tiny peppers kisses down your neck. The corner of the club you were in was dark. Dark enough to not see what the explicit things you two were doing.

You threw up head back, letting it fall against the wall.

"Wait--no, we can't." You gasped out, feeling her lift up your dress, just enough to expose your wet cunt.

Her hands trailed down the tight fabric of your dress until it reached the hem.

"Why not?" She asked, lifting herself from the spot on your neck. She tilted her head.

"Because--people are--oh!" You gasped once more as her fingers rub over cloth cunt.

"Yeah, but they'll never notice." She smiled against your neck. "Their too drunk for their own good."

You rolled your eyes. "You're so mean to me." You mumbled, closing your eyes.

"Am I baby?" She cooed, looking up at you. Her fingers pull down your soaked underwear only a little. "Well, I don't see you stopping me."

The truth was, you couldn't stop her even if you tried. Her fingers make their way through your puffy folds.

You bit your lip to suppress your moans.

Her fingers slide up and down, using your wetness as lube for her slim fingers.

Her fingertips traced the rim of your hole, teasing you.

"Just put it in already." You mumbled in her ear. You heard her chuckle, lifting her head up to kiss your lips.

"Needy." She mumbled on your lips before finally pushing two fingers into your aching cunt.

[forest-earth]

biting maki zenin’s arm

warnings: s3!maki, arm thirst, fem!reader, biting, thigh riding

Your girlfriend was hot. There was no doubt in your mind about it.

You've always thought she was perfect, but ever since Shibuya, she's looked… different. She's bigger now, stronger, rougher, and everything about her makes your thighs squeeze together in need when you're around her, heat pooling in your core.

And her arms.

They've gotten so much bigger now, defined muscles flexing with every movement, straining and bulging as she does things. She's caught you staring a few times, practically salivating, your eyes glued to her exposed skin.

Each time she notices, you look away so fast she's surprised you haven't gotten whiplash yet, face on fire as you look anywhere but her, desperately avoiding her puzzled gaze.

And to make matters worse, she's started wearing these tight, black tops, ones with no sleeves, ones that leave her arms completely on display for you.

All. The. Time.

It reaches a point where you just can't take it anymore, you can't sit around watching her exist when she looks that good. When her arms look that perfect and that delicious, just waiting to be bitten. So you decide to do something about it.

The slam of the front door being shut lets you know that Maki's home, and you slip out of bed to go find her. She's been working harder missions recently, coming back later and later, normally finding you tucked into bed by the time she gets home.

Tonight, you're dressed the same as you usually are, one of Maki's old, oversized T-shirts draped over your frame. You creep into the living room searching for her, feet padding softly across the floor, one hand coming up to rub the sleep from your eyes.

You find Maki sprawled on the sofa, arms stretched across the back, head tipped back and eyes shut as she sighs from exhaustion. She doesn't notice when you enter the room, her eyes only fluttering open when you're standing in front of her, hands bracing on her shoulders as you straddle her thigh, one of your legs slotting in between hers.

"I missed you," you whisper, not wanting to shatter the peace of the moment.

You press closer when Maki's hands come to rest on your hips, strong arms flexing as her hands squeeze. She exhales, long and slow, like seeing you has instantly drained all the tension from her body. "Missed you more."

You lean in, breath ghosting over her lips, your arms wrapping around her neck. Maki sighs into the kiss, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush. When you pull back, her lips instinctively chase yours, but you don't let her reach you, leaning back and giggling when she growls in frustration.

Your forehead presses against hers, lips barely brushing, breathing each other in. Just as Maki tilts her head to kiss you again, you lean away and press your lips to her shoulder instead, over the material of her top. As usual, she's wearing one of her tight, sleeveless tops, your mouth practically watering as your eyes greedily drink in all of that smooth, defined skin on display. Your thighs clench together, something she definitely feels from where hers is sandwiched in between yours.

She looks at you in surprise, not expecting the sudden move. Your gaze flicks up to meet Maki's, a soft smile on your face as you look up at her, pressing a kiss to her jaw before ducking back down again. You lift her right arm slightly, bringing it closer to your face. Maki lets you move her as you please, mouth tilted in a confused smile as she peers down at you.

The first press of your lips against her skin has her letting out a soft sigh, her free hand resting on your waist, keeping you steady.

"What're you doing, sweetheart?" she questions, arm twitching as you run your lips over her scarred skin.

"Nothing…" Your eyes flick up to meet hers, mock innocence painted over your face before you sink your teeth into her arm.

"The fuck—" Maki hisses and tries to yank her arm away, but your hold doesn't loosen, not letting her pull back. When you release her, you lean back a little to admire the mark you've made, a perfect imprint from your teeth left, purpling around the edges.

"Sorry," you smile sweetly up at her, and for a second she almost believes your act, almost, "your arms just look so good."

"Fuck," she groans, gasping when she feels you grind against her thigh, a tiny movement so subtle you thought she wouldn't notice. But she does, Maki always does.

You've completely soaked through your panties at this point, clit throbbing as you continue to lavish her arm with attention. She smirks at you, her free hand gripping your hip tightly and pulling you harder against her thigh as she tenses it, bouncing her leg a little.

Your nails dig into her skin and you cry out, your needy cunt desperately searching for friction. Maki can tell you’re getting close, so she uses her grip on your hip to still your movements, kissing you softly when you whine in protest.

She lifts her arm, flexing it for you, smirking as your breath hitches and your jaw drops. Her bicep is covered in hickeys, bite marks littered all over her skin. She squeezes your hip to bring your attention back to her face, and you shudder at the dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Wanna ride it?"

[aonunette]

yesyesyesyes

[fushi6oro]

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚! masc biker!maki asking for your number.

— MAKI SPOTTED YOU the moment she pulled up at the stoplight.

you were standing on the sidewalk, scrolling on your phone and sipping on your drink. you didn't even notice you could cross the street, too focused on getting the best angle for your selfies. maki smiled under her helmet.

her gloved hand twisted the accelerator. the bike purred, catching your attention. when your eyes stilled on her; questioning, eyebrow raised, maki pulled out the phone propped on the handle of the bike. she used it to record her rides and post them on social media, most of her content was people getting surprised of her being a female biker under all that baggy clothing and polarysed helmet.

a snicker fell out her lips with the look of confusion on you. yet, you still walked over to the bike.

"are you talking to me?" you pointed at yourself. maki nodded, her voice muffled under the plastic around her head. your eye fell on the phone, still eagerly presented to you. "you want my number?"

even with the dark visor, maki could tell you were blushing. your voice got all high-pitched and smiley when she nodded again.

manicured hands picked the device softly, trying not to drop it from the nerves, and swiftly tapped a sequence of numbers on the contact information, cup nuzzled between your arm and your waist. you pressed call, just to show her it was your real number.

the phone was laid on its prop again. your finger twisted on a strand of hair while you drawed the plastic straw to your glossy lips. "what's your name, big guy?" the way you asked gave maki chills. it was no longer a shy question. your eyelashes batted and your voice got all velvety.

maki motioned to you, asking you to lift the visor for her. you raised your eyebrow again, but did as told.

when you found her dark, sharp eyes glinting behind rectangular eyeglasses, your cheeks got hot pink. mouth hung open, eyes opened almost like two perfect circles.

"m'name's maki, baby, that okay?" maki drawled, almost like vocal fry, tilting her head to the side while her eyes raked over you now that the black tint no longer distortioned her sight.

there was a minuscule pause where maki thought—maybe you actually thought she was a guy, and now you might not like her. but then, you bit your lip and smiled.

"even better."

inspired by a tiktok i saw an hour ago