my name is kit, i am 19, iâm bisexual, and my pronouns are she/her
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synopsis: a continuation of my cockwarming headcanons for neteyam
content warning: all characters in early to mid 20s, NSFW content, praise, cockwarming, p in v
âneteyamâŠâ you whine, trying to rock your hips, desperate for friction.
one of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly to still your movement. the other remains on the paper heâs examining. his thumb rubs the soft skin of your stomach. âi know, ma love,â he purrs. âi know you want to be fucked, but you need to wait.â
you whine, burying your face into his neck.
he coos at your actions, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. âyouâve been so good so far, donât you wanna keep being my good girl?â
âyesâŠâ you sigh. clearly upset but not willing to be a brat. he smiles, returning his attention to the plans.
youâve been on his lap, with his cock deep inside you, for at least two hours, going on three. the only reason why you know this is because you could see the sun set over his shoulder. heâs been going over battle plans, hunting strategies, and other important documents for the entirety of it. evidently, the decades of patience heâs built up wrangling his siblings pays off in other areas of life. seeing as he hasnât so much as shifted his hips since he sat down.
you, on the other hand, have not stopped squirming since you sunk down on him. if you werenât trying to rock your hips, you were clenching around his cock in a desperate attempt to get him to cave and fuck you. however, this has not been successful. the most itâs earned you is a soft peck and loving words about how youâre being so well behaved, which immediately makes you feel guilty.
as neteyam finishes analyzing the last document, his citrine eyes fall to your form. he has to bite his tongue to stifle the coo he desperately wants to let out at the sight. youâre doing your absolute best to be a good girl, but your desperation and need is all over your face. and now he can finally give you what youâve been craving.
he gathers the papers into a nice and neat pile, setting them to the side. cupping the side of your head, he guides you to look him in the eye. gentle kisses are placed on your forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips before he mutters, âdo you want me to fuck you, ma love?â
instantly, you perk up. âplease!â you say eagerly.
âalright, baby.â he grins. âsince you were such a good girl, and you were so patient, you can choose how. would you like to ride me, or would you like me to fuck you on the table?â he asks, kissing his way up your neck.
âtable please,â you breathe, tilting your head back to expose more of your neck.
âas you wish.â he murmurs. he lifts you by your thighs, cock still lodged inside of your warm walls. placing you on the table. youâre so worked up at even the slight friction from being lifted makes you clench around his cock. âso needy,â he coos.
after making sure youâre comfortable, neteyam begins slowly thrusting, building up to a quick pace. to his pleasant surprise, he can feel you convulsing around his cock after just a few rocks of his hips.
you flush with embarrassment, whining as you cum after maybe four thrusts. but you couldnât help it. youâre so worked up from the hours you spent with his cock inside you. practically being edged from how you would attempt to move and he would stop you.
neteyam grins, baring his sharp canine teeth. thrusting gently to help you ride out your high while he rubs your soft skin. he picks up his pace again once you come down, fucking into you with wild abandon. you were so needy, so desperate for him that you came after four measles thrusts. and that went straight to his ego.
âpoor babyâŠâ he purrs, kissing up your neck until he reaches your ear, where he nibbles on the skin. âdid i make you wait too long? m sorry.â he coos in faux sympathy. âiâll make it up to you. make you cum twice for every hour you spent on my cock.â
he growls in your ear, âdoesnât that sound good baby?â
you moan, arching your back into his chest, âyes yes yes please!â
he hums happily, propping himself up to look you in the eye. you already look so fucked out. his cock twitches, and he finds himself approaching his own orgasm. the first of many, he presumes. his hand moves to rub your clit, the bud extremely sensitive from hours of torture. you clench harshly around his cock, prompting his hips to stutter.
âyouâve been such a good girl today. so fuckin good.â he grunts. ââm gonna fill you up, and youâre gonna cum around my cock again, arenât you ma love?â he purrs sweetly.
âyes âteyam yes! gonna cum for you!â you cry, the overstimulation combined with his insistent rubbing on your clit and dirty words pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
with a few more thrusts, youâre cumming around his cock, and he follows shortly. pumping rope after rope of hot cum into your pussy.
your eyes flutter shut as you pant, body slumping in the table. you can feel neteyam lifting you, and extinguishing the torch before leaving the tent. you make a noise of complaint as he hops around from branch to branch, nuzzling into his neck.
âshhh, youâre alright.â he whispers softly. âweâre going home ma love.â
neteyam pecks your head softly. âif i counted correctly, i still owe you two more orgasms, donât i?â
synopsis: new bodies come with some new functions. and coping comes with quite the learning curve.
content warning: NSFW content, dubcon if you squint, breeding kink, p in v, dirty talk, praise, degradation, hair pulling
âiâm sorry, can you run that by me one more time?â you ask the general.
ardmore sighs, rubbing her face, looking as though sheâd rather be anywhere but here. âquaritch is experiencing what is referred to as a rut. until he gets over it, heâs out of commission. but itâs been two days and it hasnât died down.â she takes a deep breath. âso he needs a female partner to assist him, and youâre the only one available at the moment.â she repeats her earlier statement, practically cringing at every word.
you were resting in your room, you received an alert to report to the general. an order you quickly obeyed, as a good soldier does. which led you to this. standing barefoot in your pajamas while the general explains the situation, which you still canât wrap your head around entirely. your ears flatten, and tail swishes in your emotional turmoil. however, youâre willing to help.
âalright,â you agree hesitantly.
âthank god,â she mumbles to herself, clearly stressed over this entire situation. âiâll show you to his room.â
on the walk over, youâre surprised to receive a genuine admission of gratitude from ardmore. âi know this is unconventional, so i appreciate your willingness to help. we need quaritch back on the field. we were hoping it would go away on its own, but thatâs clearly not going to happen.â
you try to hide your surprise at her openness. seeing as sheâs barely spoken two words to you before this point. she must really be at her breaking point. âitâs no problem maâam. i understand how important it is for the colonel to be at his best.â you reply softly.
she nods in acknowledgment as you reach the door. âheâs in there.â she presses her key card to the pad, causing the door to slide open. âgood luck.â she murmurs as you step inside, the door quickly sliding closed behind you.
the room is dark, and your eyes are slow to adjust due to the sharp transition from the bright hallway. you can barely make out the vague shape of a bed, as well as some of the destruction. the colonel must be having a rough time, you think to yourself. your eyes search for his form as you step deeper into the room.
suddenly, two callused hands wrap around your waist, manhandling you until youâre bent over the massive bed. âcolonel-â you call, only to be cut short by the man in question pressing his massive cock to your clothed entrance.
blown pupils admire your form. ardmore told him she would get one of the women to help him, and heâs fucking ecstatic that she got you. sweet, obedient you, who constantly makes his dick hard with your cute little âyes sirâs.
now that heâs closer to you, his scent floods your senses. a wave of heat rushes to your core as your body begins too respond to the pheromones heâs excreting, clearly eager to be fucked.
with his hands still on your waist, quaritch bends over your form to bury his face in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent, and growling as it goes straight to his cock. âfuck ya smell good,â you can feel his words rumble through his chest, the vibrations traveling down your back.
as your body begins responding to the rutting male on its own accord, quaritch begins feeling the effects of your growing arousal. his brain becomes flooded with a primal desire to breed you, to mate with you, to mark you, to fuck you until you canât even think of anything but him. and his patience finally runs dry.
your pajama shorts are ripped off your body as if theyâre mere paper. your top following suit. you gasp at the sudden action, feeling instantly exposed due to not wearing underwear. something quaritch would have teased you about in any other situation, but heâs too consumed with the need to breed you to even notice your lack of undergarments.
he quickly lines his cock up with your entrance, pushing into your pussy without hesitation. youâre suddenly very grateful for your bodies self-preparation, seeing as the colonel is definitely not in the mental state to get your ready for his cock. he ruts his hips deeper and deeper into your cunt, pushing in more of his cock with every roll as your walls open up for him. his nails dig into your hips as he tried to maintain even a hint of restraint, not wanting to hurt his good girl too bad. but itâs proving increasingly difficult with how your walls are desperately sucking him in, clenching down on his dick like you never want it to leave. quaritch pants heavily once heâs finally buried to the hilt in your sweet little pussy. gritting his teeth to keep from cumming right after sticking his cock in like a teenager.
you can sense his hesitation, but believe itâs so you have time to adjust. you opt to coax him, fully desperate to be fucked. âsirâŠâ you coo in the sweetest voice you can muster, âyou can move. âm okay. want you to fill me up.â
a deep growl spreads from his chest, your last sentence replaying over and over in his head. thats all it took to completely wipe rational thought from his brain. instantly picking up a brutal pace, fucking you into the mattress while leaving dark purple marks and deep bites on any inch of skin he can reach.
âalways such a good girl, hmm?â he growls, biting your neck, his cock throbbing at the pornographic moan you release. âso fuckin obedient.â one of his big hands tangles in your hair, using the strands to yank your head back, aligning his lips with your ear. âcomin here just âcause ya knew i needed someone to fuck.â
you whine at his words, arching your back into the mattress when his cock hits your sweet spot.
âfuck been wantinâ to do this for so long. wanted tâ see if youâre still a good little girl when yer gettin pounded.â he growls, releasing your hair to rub your clit, his other hand resting next to your head to prop himself up. âand you are, ainât ya sweet thing?â his thrusts become harsher. âdidnâ even hesitate to spread yer legs so i can fuck ya fulla my cum.â
âplease sirâŠâ you whimper, unsure what youâre pleading for.
if his pupils could form hearts, they would. âdonâ worry baby. âm gonna make sure ya leave this room good and bred. pump so much cum in this tight little pussy ya start spittin it out.â
you can tell heâs approaching his first orgasms. and if youâre being honest, youâre surprised it took this long considering how pent up heâs been for the last few days. but he clearly doesnât want to cum first. proven by his increased rubbing on your clit. âwanâ it,â you moan, âwant it so bad!â
âwhat do ya say, sweetheart?â he purrs, but you can hear the strain in his voice. âwhatâs the magic word?â
âplease sir!â you beg, white dotting your vision as your high creeps up on you.
âthas a good fuckin girl,â he growls. his thrusts lose their rhythm, his cock twitching inside you as he cums, and you reach your high shortly after. moaning at the pleasantly warm feeling of being filled to the brim.
quaritch pulls out of your pussy, flipping you over before picking you up and pulling you to lay with him in the bed. âweâve probably got ten minutes before my cocks hard again, so rest up while youâve got the chance.â he mumbles in his deep southern drawl.
âonly ten minutes?â you ask, still lost for breath.
the colonel grins, âoh yeah baby. iâve got lotsa staminaâ he leans to murmur in your ear, giving your ass a firm smack, âand i wanna see that pretty face the next time i make ya cum.â
synopsis: physical exertion is a great way to relieve oneâs self of excess anger and stress, and aoânungs mate is more than willing to take one for the team
content warning: all characters in early-mid 20s, NSFW content, dom!aoânung, sub!reader, p in v, can be seen as CNC if you squint, praise, degradation
aoânungâs bad moods can cause problems for everyone in the clan. whether it be because he snapped a fishing net in frustration, scared away fish in a fit of anger, or shouted at someone for daring to cross his path when heâs in a rage.
thatâs typically where you come in. before aoânung had a mate, his moods would last until he found an outlet for his anger, or until he got reamed by one of his family members. which could mean an entire day of dealing with his attitude. however, once he mated with you, he found a new outlet.
sometimes that outlet is resting his head in your lap and ranting while you play with his hair. sometimes itâs simply napping with his head on your breasts and his arms wrapped tightly around you. but most of the time, that outlet is fucking you for hours until heâs satisfied. digging his nails into your hips while pounding his frustrations into your pussy, an activity that typically takes place every day or two. you accept your roll with open arms, content with being available for him at all times. after all, itâs for the betterment of the clan. and youâll never complain about being fucked until you canât form a coherent thought.
and today is no different. you arenât sure what it was that set him off. but one moment youâre chopping up fruit in your marui for a snack, the next youâre being bent over the table, your waist held by your mate in a bruising grip while his other hand unties your loincloth.
âaoânung?â you call softly in question, but melting into his touch nevertheless. the only response he offers is a low growl and a sharp smack to your ass. and you know something must have really gotten under his skin. so you simply get comfortable in your position, resting your head on your folded arms while he takes what he wants.
once aoânung has successfully removed your loincloth, he plunges two fingers into your pussy. pumping and scissoring them to prepare you for his cock while he removed his own loincloth. stroking his cock once it was freed from its confines. he removes his fingers from your cunt, sucking them clean while lining up his cock with your entrance. callused hands fall to your hips, holding them with a bruising grip while he fills you up inch by inch. it feels as though his nails dig deeper into your skin with every thrust.
a low growl rumbles through his chest once heâs finally buried to the hilt, his hips pressing flush to your own. his thumbs rub your hips while he gives you both a moment to adjust to the new sensations. however, his patience wears thin quickly as whatever has irritated him creeps back into his mind. his grip on your hips tightens once more as he pulls his hips back until his cock is halfway out, then thrusting in every inch harshly. this pattern continues, and soon heâs pounding you into the table.
the tension in his body unwinds as he fucks you. as his rage begins to dispel, he begins to mutter about the cause of his strife.
âfuckin asshole. thinks he knows better than me,â he hisses while admiring the curve or your back. removing one of his hands from your hips, he grips the far edge of the table, leaning down to nip and suck on your neck. you can feel his long curls tickle your back as they fall over his shoulder. the other hand slithers around your waist, holding your body tightly against his own while he continues to fuck his stress away.
aoânungs kisses and bites travel to your ear, where he continues to growl small hints about the source of his anger. âheâs lucky i didnâ shove that fuckin spear through his fuckin eyeâ he growls in your ear, thrusting with more force as he reiterates the event. ânot like he need em anyway. barely fuckin uses em.â
you turn your head, straining your neck to kiss any skin you can reach in an attempt to cool him off before he riles himself up again. moaning into his skin when he hits your sweet spots. despite your curiosity, you know now isnât the time to ask questions. so, you opt to show him any affection you can to help calm his mind.
he sighs, pressing a kiss to your head, âso good to me baby. so glad i have you.â he murmurs, the hand on your waist trailing down to rub your clit. âsuch a good girl for me. always listenin. always doin what your told. so fuckin perfect.â
he grunts loudly when you clench around him. âfuck- you like when i tell you how good you are, donât you baby?â he purrs in a teasing tone. chuckling when you offer a moaned âyesâ in response. âi know baby, i know.â he mutters, nibbling on your ear.
âlove that youâre always ready for me. always ready to take my cock. my perfect little slut.â he coos. he picks up speed rubbing on your clit when he feels you clench around his cock. âyou gonna cum, baby? gonna cum all over my cock?â
âyes yes yes!â
âyou love when i use you, donât you?â he asks arrogantly, grinning when you nod eagerly in response. âyeah? love being my personal whore? love being my little cock sleeve?â
he coos when you moan in agreement, so close to reaching your high you can almost taste it. aoânung continues to allow the dirtiest words to roll off his tongue, âof course you do. because youâre a good little mate who just wants to satisfy me.â he growls, feeling his own orgasm begin to build. âso youâre more than happy waiting at home with your legs spread for when i need to fuck this perfect pussy.â
âyes aoânung!â you moan, finally reaching your high which crashes over you like a tidal wave. he fucks you through it, of course, chasing his own orgasm to finally relieve the tension of the days prior events.
âgood girl. good fuckin girl cumminâ all over this cock.â he pants, hips stuttering. âmâ gonna fill you up baby, gonna fuck you full of my cum.â with a few more thrusts, he finally unloads his cum into you, pumping a few times for good measure to ensure you get every drop.
pulling out, aoânung peppers kisses over your face and head, picking you up and carrying you to your sleeping mat, where he rests you on his chest after laying down. you rest your head on his chest and begin tracing the tattoo on his pec, finally asking the question that had been burning in the back of your mind since he came in here. âwhat happened ma love?â
he huffs, squeezing you tighter to his chest before he answers, âwent out hunting. one of the young boys kept insisting he knew better than i did about tracking big catches. then the fucker threw his spear at one and nearly hit me. bastards lucky i didnât strangle him on the spot.â he hisses while gently twirling your hair between his fingers.
âbut you didnât,â you coo, pressing kisses to his tattoo, âand iâm very proud of you for that.â
âproud of me?â he echos, grinning. one of his hands trailing down your body to squeeze your ass, âi think youâre just happy i decided to fuck you insteadâ
you hum, closing your eyes, âprobably. but iâm still proud.â
âsure, ma love.â he relents, kissing your forehead.
synopsis: thereâs something about neteyam being covered in the blood of a kill that really gets to you.
content warning: all characters in early 20s, NSFW content, p in v, small moment of fingering, dirty talk
a/n: iâm a little unhappy with the ending of this one, but i couldnât think of anything else :/
the first time it happened was after he completed his iknimaya and went on his first hunt with his ikran. somehow, he ended up taking down his kill on foot, which resulted in him being drenched in blood. when he arrived at the healing tent, you rushed to his side to assist him. at the time, you thought the nerves that danced through your body were a result of your worry for him, quickly excusing yourself from the tent after treating him to calm yourself. oh how wrong you wereâŠ
when it happened again and again and again over the next several years, you finally realized the feeling wasnât nerves at all, but arousal. once you had this epiphany, you made it a goal to avoid neteyam when he returned from hunts. you were, and still are, embarrassed to be having these thoughts about your future oloâeyktan. especially since they occurred in such an inappropriate situation. he could be seriously hurt, and yet you find yourself clenching your thighs together whenever you see him in such a state. besides, itâs not like your absence will cause him any grief. he barely knows of your existence.
what you didnât know was that he did notice your absence, and it made him feel extremely guilty. in his mind, he drew the conclusion that you avoid him so often because the sight of blood makes you uncomfortable. an interesting trait for a healer, but everyone has their issues, so who is he to judge?
however, that conclusion came crumbling down earlier today. neteyam heard from kiri that loâak had landed himself in the healing tent after he came across a palulukan on one of his forest explorations. so, he was heading there to scold him when he caught sight of you. you, who he thought was squeamish around blood, tending to his younger brother who was damn near covered in it from shoulders to knees. his face scrunched in what he could only describe as jealousy as he watched you tend to loâak with the upmost kindness and care. wiping the blood from his skin without hesitation. why can you tend to loâak so easily but you always run from him like heâs going to eat you alive? neteyam quickly stormed off, irritation and envy bubbling beneath his skin.
now, you stand cornered in the healing tent, a blood soaked neteyam standing between you and your only escape. he a a few others had gone hunting for dinner, and he claims to have a cut that needs tending to. the man in question is glaring at you, his arms stretch to each side to rest on two posts. you take a deep, shaky breath before speaking. âiâm sure kiri would be more than happy to-â
âno. i want you to do it. it shouldnât be an issue, right?â he tilts his head as he speaks. his tone is condescending, almost as if heâs accusing you of something he already knows you did. âafter all, you tended to loâak earlier, did you not?â
you blink in surprise at his inflection. he soundsâŠangry that you tended to his brother. âyesâŠi did. but-â
âno buts. if you treated him, you can treat me.â he speaks firmly, leaving no room for argument. he sits down on one of the mats and looks at you expectantly. taking a deep breath, you move to gather the supplies youâll need to treat him. trying to think of anything to keep your mind off of his current state. but all of that goes out the window when you turn around and catch sight of him again. you slowly fall to your knees next to him, sitting on your calves, and begin working on his cut. itâs small, right across his pectoral muscle, and not too deep. hopefully youâll be out of there in no time.
your eyes remain glued to his chest while his bore into your face. he studies your expression, frowning slightly when he finds discomfort. his eyes trail down your form, from your breasts, to your waist, your hips, then finally, your thighs. his citrine eyes linger there for a moment, catching you when you clench them together. his focus sharpens, eyes remaining glued to your thighs. youâre so focused on quickly fixing his wound you donât even notice that heâs catching on to the real reason for your avoidance. after a few more moments of staring, he catches you clenching them again. a small grin begins to form on his lips.
âyouâre all done,â you say quickly, sighing in relief as you gather your supplies. but as you stand to escape, his long fingers wrap around your wrist and tug you back down. the abrupt movement causing you to fall into his chest. you squeak in surprise, looking up at him with wide eyes, finally noting his smug, still slightly annoyed expression.
âyou know, i used to think you were squeamish around blood,â he purrs in your ear, brushing loose strands of hair out of your face with his blood covered hand.
âdid you?â you squeak.
âmmhm,â he hums, wrapping his free arm around your waist as the other plays with your hair, his eyes follow the strands as they glide through his fingers. âan odd trait for a healer. but it was the only conclusion i could come to after you avoided assisting me time and time again.â he sighs tightening his arm around your waist, forcing your chest to be flush with his. âbut then, i saw you tending to loâak this morning without issue. and it upset me. so i started wondering, why is it that you avoid me?â his eyes lock with yours, a hungry expression overtaking his features, making you gulp. âimagine my surprise when i figure out itâs because you find me arousing.â
your eyes widen as you desperately stutter out a response. âi- thatâs not- i just-â
he pinches your cheeks together gently, forcing your lips into a pout as he continues to murmur his thought process to you. âbut you speak to me outside of the healing tent with no issue. so that means that you must find me especially arousing when iâm injured, orâŠâ he moves his face close to yours, lips only centimeters away from touching, âwhen iâm covered in blood.â you freeze, your heart racing so quickly you fear it may beat out of your chest. he grins at your deer-in-headlights expression, pulling back slightly and purring, âdid i get it right, ma tunutu?â
your mouth opens and closes as you try to find words. he simply stares at you with a lovey-lust stricken expression as you search for your explanation. after a moment, you simply close your mouth and offer one small nod in admission.
âitâs a shame, really.â he speaks, pressing soft kisses up your jaw, muttering more once he reaches your ear, âbecause i find you extremely arousing when youâre caring for me. it brings the image of you as my wife to the front of my mind, and i want nothing more than for you to press kisses over my skin while you treat my wounds. maybe even take my cock inside you as you do.â he purrs, his thumb rubbing small circles on your waist. âif only you had told me about your little problem earlier, we could have been doing so months ago.â
âneteyam,â you whine sweetly. the throbbing between your legs has become more and more unbearable with every word he murmurs in your ear.
âwhat, precious?â he coos teasingly, âis there something you want? something you need?â he guides your chin to make you look him in the eye. âif you tell me, iâll give it to you.â
you stare at him for a moment, admiring his bloody face and chest, trailing your fingers across the streaks. âplease fuck me teyam,â you whisper softly.
he flips your position, pinning you beneath him and practically ripping off your top of loincloth. he quickly pushes two of his fingers inside of you, eyes widening in delight at how wet you are. he pumps his fingers in and out of you a few times before pulling them out again and licking them clean. âyou donât even need to be prepped, pretty girl. youâre so wet just from the sight of me and a few words.â he chuckles condescendingly, untying his own loincloth and lining up with your entrance. as he begins to push in, he presses kisses to your neck and jaw, sucking and biting marks onto the soft skin. then pulling back to watch your expression while he pushes his cock into you inch by inch. he picks up your wrist, kissing from your pulse point up to your elbow. âtomorrow, when iâm not covered in the blood of her creation, i will properly mate with you before eywa. but for now, i will prove to you that i am a worthy mate.â
you admire his form above you, the evidence of his strength and triumph painting his skin, and he stares at you like youâve hung the stars in the sky. âyes ma teyamâ
after a few moments of slow rocking, he finally buries himself to the hilt inside of you. he begins to move with more force, gradually picking up the pace until heâs pounding you into the mat of the healing tent. he sinks his teeth into the skin of your neck, leaving indents in your flesh. âyou will treat me from now on, yes?â he grunts, eyes beginning to glaze over from the pleasure.
âyes, teyam. i will treat you, promise,â you moan in agreement, bucking your hips into his own.
he grins, bearing his sharp canine teeth. âgood. and if you find yourself growing needy while you do so, i can assure you iâll be more than happy to fuck you until youâre satisfied.â he purrs
you whine at his words, arching your back into his chest, feeling yourself get closer and closer to the edge. it seems the years of suppressed urges are finally boiling over. noticing your change in expression, he quickly finds your clit and begins rubbing fast circles on the bud. âcum for me, ma love. show me how much you want meâ
you damn near scream as you cum, vision going white while you ride out your high. spots dancing in front of your eyes as you blink back to reality. once he fully comes back into your view, you canât help but clench around his cock. the sight of him, covered in blood, pounding into you, with clear desire painted all over his face almost makes you cum again.
âm gonna fill you up, pretty girl.â he growls, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he chases his high. you can do nothing but moan when he reaches it, brutally thrusting a few more times, ensuring all of his cum gets pumped deep inside you, before he collapses on top of you. panting heavily in your ear.
synopsis: one of jakeâs old kinks resurfaces when he sees you wearing the leather choker he made you
content warning: NSFW content, p in v, dom!jake, obedient sub!reader, possessive jake
when he arrived home from his morning hunt, jake had presented you with a beautiful purple beaded choker that he had made for you. it was thin and dainty, small purple beads painstakingly sewn onto a thin strip of leather. and at the center was a circular ring with a purple gem dangling in the middle. you instantly adored the piece, and asked him to put it on you. it was only after jake had placed the choker on your neck that he realized the grave mistake he had made. his erection throbbed between his legs all day, and he was desperate for eclipse to come so he could drag you home and ravage you the way he desires.
now, you sit side by side at dinner. jake had scarfed down his food the moment his butt hit the floor, but youâre taking your time, chatting with others as you eat. his leg bounces in impatience, eyeing you hungrily. when your hand drifts to play with the gem at the center of your choker, he finally snaps. abruptly standing, he quickly grabs your hand, tugging you up and pulling you in the direction of your home, shouting hurried goodbyes as he speed walks to his destination.
he breathes a sigh of relief when you reach home, and you take the opportunity to question him. âwhat was that about?â you ask gently, a little concerned.
jake breathes another sigh, muttering, âthis is gonna sound so stupidâŠâ he drags his hands down his face while trying to think of a way to explain his behavior. âiâŠi didnât think about it when i made that for you,â he points to your choker, âbut it looks a lot like these things people used to earth toâŠuhâŠâ once again, he attempts to find the right words before settling on being blunt. âthey arouse people. the one who wears it and their partner.â a purple blush floods his cheeks.
you tilt your head, concern washing away only to be replaced with curiosity. your fingers play with the necklace as you ask, âhow is it arousing?â
jake looks like he would rather jump of the mountains than explain this to you, his entire face flushed with his embarrassment. nevertheless, he replies. âitâs kinda likeâŠa show of ownership or possession. itâs called a collar. the person who wears it typically likes feeling like their partner owns them, and their partner likes feeling like they own the one wearing it.â
you hum in understanding, looking him in the eye. âdoes it arouse you?â
jake glances from your face to the collar before locking eyes with you again, answering in a deep voice. his tone borders one of restraint. âyes. it does.â
you smile, feeling your own arousal growing at his tone, âhow would the mates act in these situations?â
he misses the soft purr of lust in your tone, thinking you were simply curious. âwell, typically the one wearing the collar would obey the commands of the other.â
âwhat kind of commands?â you ask sweetly, taking small steps towards him.
âum,â he pauses, looking to the ceiling as he searches for an example, âsomething like, âget on your kneesââ
you instantly obey, dropping to your knees before him. the sudden movement surprises him, and he stares at you with wide eyes. âwhat else?â he finally picks up on your tone.
he takes a deep breath before responding. âtake off your clothes. everything but this,â he taps your choker with one finger. once again, you obey. your arousal growing more and more as jake settles into his role. once your clothes have been removed, you stare up at him from your position, waiting for his next command. he cups your face, gently running his thumb over your cheek. âso beautiful, arenât you pretty girl?â you smile, nuzzling into his hand. you donât have the time to reply before he speaks again. âlay on your back. legs spread, wanna see all of my pretty baby.â
you eagerly lay on your back, breath growing heavy as he removes his loincloth, exposing his large, throbbing erection. he kneels between your legs, dragging two callused finger up your cunt, gathering the slick. âoh baby,â he coos condescendingly, âyouâre so needy arenât you?â he knows his words are hypocritical, but he doesnât care. not when he hears your sweet little whine when he presses the head of his cock to your clit. he tuts when you buck your hips up. lifting his cock from your clit, leisurely stroking it while he admires your scrunched up face. once again, he taps your choker with one finger. condescending tone returning when he asks, âdo you remember what this means baby?â he leans down until his lips are next to your ear, propping up his body with one arm. âit means that i own you.â he growls, âand that means that i decide when you get fucked, okay?â
âokayâŠâ you reply softly, damn near speechless from surprise at this new side of him.
he grins, âthatâs a good girl.â he pushes himself back up, continuing to stroke his cock while his eyes trace over your body. âyouâre lucky iâve wanted to fuck you all day, baby.â he grunts as he lines his cock yo with your entrance, âotherwise i would have teased you until you cried.â
with that, he begins pushing his cock into your pussy. slowly rocking in inch by inch, all while singing your praises. âgood girl. takin it so well.â he breathes.
he slowly rolls his hips once all of his cock is buried in your cunt, allowing you some much needed time to adjust. after a few moments, his patience runs out. his finger hooks in the loop of the collar, giving it a sharp tug. at the same time, he pulls his hips back until half of his cock remains inside of you, then abruptly thrusts back inside. jake builds his pace until heâs pounding into you, reveling in the feeling of your wet, warm pussy clenching down on his cock. âfuck- takin it so good baby. like you were made for this,â he grunts. you simply moan in response, caught up in all the incredible sensations.
propping himself up with one arm, the other grabs one of your legs, pinning it to your chest. his face is a breath away from yours. he admires your blissed out expression for a long moment before his eyes fall to your neck for the umpteenth time today.
he dives down to kiss and nibble on the surrounding skin, tail swishing in excitement behind him. âall mine. youâre all mine pretty girl. no one is ever gonna take you from me,â he growls. dropping your leg to squeeze your cheeks together, forcing you to make eye contact with him. âainât that right?â
âmmhm,â you hun in agreement, doing your best to nod with his grip on your cheeks.
he pecks your puckered lips before releasing your face, âgood girl.â
he pounds into you with a renewed vigor. possessiveness and lust burning through his veins while he brings you both closer and closer to orgasm. he rubs fast circles on your clit, determined to make you cum before he does. which, due to his pent up frustration from the day, is going to be very soon.
âcome on, pretty girl,â he growls, bearing his teeth, ears pressed to his head, âcum all over this cock.â
and as the obedient mate youâve been all evening, you do just that. his words pushing you over the edge that his thrusts and insistent rubs on your clit carry you through. the moment he feels your orgasm travel through your body, he reaches his own. thrusting harshly a few more times before unloading everything he has to give inside of you.
jake rolls onto his back, taking you with him and laying you on his chest. after a moment of catching your breath, he taps his gift to you once again. âthis,â he mutters, voice deep and gravely, âis never comin off your neck. got it?â
synopsis: tonowari discovers a new kink of his when he fucks you
content warning: NSFW content, size difference, belly bulge, p in v, reader addressed as âlittle oneâ
a/n: this is hella short :(
tonowari knew he was bigger than you. it wasnât a secret that forest people were naturally more petite than reef people. your size difference made him feel protective over you, despite the fact that he knew you didnât need it. he presumed that was the main reason why he enjoyed the difference between the two of you, his towering stature meant protecting you would be easy. it wasnât until he was balls deep in your cunt, pounding you into the floor of his marui, that he discovered the real reason why he enjoyed it so much.
âah! tonowari! please donât stop! please please please,â you moan, arching your back off the woven floor.
the man in question practically purred in response. he has only just begun fucking you, and yet youâre mind is already going blank. he admired your expressions and the way your breasts bounce, as well as the fact that his fingers almost touch when he places his hands in your waist. despite how many times the two of you had been in this position, it feels different.
as his eyes continue to trace down your body, they catch something near the bottom of your stomach that makes his cock throb. with every thrust into your tight cunt, a small bulge forms. disappearing when he pulls out again.
itâs then that it clicks. while his size does make it easy to protect you, the real reason why he enjoys it so much is because he finds it arousing. heâs so much bigger than you that his cock forces your skin to bulge out to accommodate his size in your little pussy. he shivers at the thought, growling as he picks up his pace.
tonowari removes one of his hands from your waist. placing it on the bulging skin, and pressing down. the action makes you moan loudly, feeling all the ridges and veins that line his cock as he moves in and out of you. he has the same reaction, reveling in the feeling of the additional pressure on his cock. your moans are music to his ears, and heâs desperate to hear more.
âthatâs it little one, show me how good iâm making you feel.â he growls.
no matter how hard you try, you canât form words. any syllable you attempt to push out rolls off your tongue in the form of a mewl or moan instead. you lose it when he reaches the thumb on the hand on your stomach to rub your clit. white floods your vision and your toes curl as you reach your high. already feeling overstimulated from how well you can feel his cock as it abuses your sweet spots and his callused thumb rubbing your clit.
your cunt clenches around his cock, making the man toss his head back in pleasure. he removes his hand from your stomach, opting to place it on your waist once again. using his newfound leverage, he pulls your best up and down to match his thrusts, eyes locked on the small bulge that forms with each brutal blow. he almost feels intoxicated. the fact that he can easily bounce you on his cock coupled with everything else brings him to his high.
his hips stutter from the zaps of pleasure dancing along his nerves. his hips press flush to your while he rides out his own orgasm, panting in your ear while keeping himself up on shaky limbs. after a moment, he falls to the side to leg next to you, pulling you into his arms.
i really appreciate those of you who stuck around even though i was so inactive. it means a lot that there are people who enjoy my writing enough to do that. i finished another kinktober fic/drabble yesterday so yall can expect at least 4!!! :D
synopsis: you surprise your lover with an intricate leather outfit
content warning: all characters in early 20s, NSFW content, fingering, p in v, dom!neteyam, sub!reader, praise, tsaheylu
neteyam has always been extremely hard working, always putting everyone else before himself in almost every sense. youâve always tried your best to show your appreciation for all he does. cooking for him, crafting him new tools, knives, and arrows. you name it, youâve most likely done it. however, thereâs one thing youâve wanted to do for him for quite some time, but havenât had the chance.
making the ensemble would take a while, and he would question what you were making. while youâre sure he would drop the subject if asked, you want it to be a surprise. when he informed you he had to leave for a week to visit a neighboring clan, you were upset, but quickly realized this was the prefect opportunity to execute your idea.
for the last seven days, you have spent every free moment carefully sewing the leather strips and delicate beading into the outfit you envisioned. the dark brown material surrounds your breasts, cool colored beads lining the cups and forming loose straps that dangle off your shoulders. the hide forms a belt around your waist, connected to garters that loop around each of your thighs. and finally, a beautiful loincloth beaded with the same patters that covers the cups of your top. you adore each and every piece. the results were exactly what youâd envisioned, and you pray your mate feels the same way.
you anxiously pick at your nails and play with your fingers as you wait for neteyam to arrive at your tent. tail swishing side to side in anticipation. you heard the call announcing their arrival, and youâre sure that once he realizes you have not come to greet him he will search for you here.
your ears twitch when you catch the barely audible sound of his footsteps. you quickly position yourself on the mat, resting on your knees and sitting on your feet, the beads of your top of loincloth shimmering subtly in the soft torchlight.
finally, a large blue hand reaches through the door of your home to pull the curtain aside. âma love?â he calls softly as he steps into the room. âwhy did you not come to-â his sentence ends abruptly when his citrine eyes finally fall on your form. taking slow steps forward until heâs mere inches from you, pupils tracing every line of your work. youâre truly a sight for sore eyes. kneeling at his feet, staring up at him lovingly, wearing the most sinful clothing that heâs ever seen.
callused fingers reach to cup your cheek, tracing your stripes down to your neck, then shoulder. his fingers lightly graze the beads the drape across your upper arm before abruptly pushing your shoulder, forcing you onto your back. you donât have a moment to breathe before heâs on you, hungrily kissing your soft lips while rutting his hips into yours like a man possessed. similar to his hand, his lips move from your face to your neck: kissing, biting, and sucking any skin he comes in contact with.
a soft whine of complain slips past your lips when his hips cease their movement, only to be replaced by a mewl of pleasure when his fingers slip past your loincloth to prod at your entrance. gathering the forming slick before moving to rub your clit.
âma beautiful girl,â he purrs, nipping your ear. âdid you make this for me?â you nod quickly, but he tsks in disapproval. âuse your words pretty one.â
you gasp lightly when two of his fingers push into your entrance, expertly finding your g-spot. âyes âteyam, made it for you.â
âyouâre so good to me ma love, such a good girl.â hooded eyes gaze into your own. his pupils are blown so wide they almost swallow the yellow of his irises. his eyes fall to your body once again. leaning back to sit on his ankles, his free hand traces the straps that surround your thighs, following the fabric as it climbs up your body until he reaches the belt around your waist. his expression is peaceful, but lustful all the same. his needy words are uttered smoothly, without an ounce of doubt, embarrassment, or hesitation. âi am going to ruin you.â
he abruptly pulls his fingers from your pussy, licking them clean while untying his loincloth.
you move to follow his lead, only for your hands to be snatched up before they could so much as graze the material. wide eyes dart to your husband, and your breath stutters at the sight. his ears are pinned back, eyes narrowed, and teeth bared as he lets out a short hiss to show his distaste. âno. this stays on. all of it. have i made myself clear?â he growls.
âyes neteâ.â you agree quickly.
his ears return to their former position, and your hands are released. âgood girl. now spread your legs.â he mutters while pulling his loincloth off his toned legs.
you do as he says, eagerly spreading your legs as far as you can. one of his hands reaches to pull your loincloth to the side, the other strokes his cock as he lines up with your newly exposed hole. after pushing the head inside, he reaches back to grab his kuru, prompting you to do the same.
he slowly rocks his hips, pushing more and more of his cock inside of you while waiting for you to retrieve your braid. âyou look so beautiful ma love.â he murmurs as you hold the tip of your kuru to his own. âi canât believe how lucky i am.â
intense pleasure rushes through your veins as you form the bond. your back arches into his chest, eyes rolling into the back of your head. neteyam stops rocking his hips, just about half his clock inside you, fearing he may cum too soon if he doesnât. once the feeling dulls, you beg for more from your dazed mate.
âteyam please, please please please i need it.â you whine, pawing at his arms in their place next to your head.
âwhatever you want ma love,â he sighs, picking up his pace once again. âanything you want.â
the bond increases the pleasure youâre feeling by ten fold. you can barely see straight as neteyam pounds into you. your thoughts are full of nothing but him.
âyouâre so beautiful, such a good girl for me,â he coos, softly rubbing your clit. âdoing everything you can to make me happy. such a good little mate.â
you moan loudly, clenching down harshly on his cock as you quickly approach your high. every thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. âteyam, gonna cumâ you cry sweetly.
âgo ahead ma love. wanna feel it.â he pants, increasing the pace of his thrusts to bring you your high and chase his own. you reach your peak quickly, every nerve in your body being lit on fire as you twitch and clench around his cock.
your high triggers his own, the feeling intensified by the bond. he digs his nails into your skin while he pumps his cum into your cunt, growling lowly at the feeling.
as you both come down from your orgasms, he runs his fingers over your outfit affectionately, admiring your hard work once again.
âyouâll be wearing this more often, yes?â he asks, grinning.
hey yâall! sorry iâve been so inactive. iâve been having a bit of a hard time finding the motivation to write.
but!!! iâve been trying to write some fics for kinktober! i picked out my own prompts and im just trying to write the ones that i feel inspired to write. i only found 28 prompts that i like, but as of right now iâve only written 3 and one is hella short. im not sure if ill be able to write all 28, but i will do my best.
most of them will probably end up more like drabbles than fics bc iâm honestly just doing this to try and break through my writers block.
yâall can expect the first one tomorrow, and at least 2 more! :)
Just imagine that this one time, you wake up before Ao'nung, and you get to watch him sleep. He's so calm and peaceful with his face buried in the pillows. His skin is warm, hair messy and a little damp by the temples. Suddenly, he grunts from the sleep and shifts a bit, sending a wave of his heady scent your way. All you want to do is spoon him, brush the curls from his shoulder, and press your nose to his soft neck. But you don't want to wake him up. Or do you?
Heyyy lovelies đ I'm back and I have a little interactive series of pictures with Ao'nung for you. This will end with a full nude but I'd like to have some fun with it first, so my question for you is:
What would you like Ao'nung to do in part 2?
Let me know in the comments or reblogs, I've got something planned but would love to hear your suggestions đđ
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Tagging some of my mooties if they wanna play along â„: @theblueflower05 @pandoraslxna @teyamsatan @xylianasblog @tiredmamaissy @samistars @lanasblood @fleurriee @blue-slxt @neteyamsyawntu @neteyamslovrr @randxmthxughts @vivid-ink @eclipseatsea
content warnings: characters in early-mid 20s, fem!reader, cockwarming, praise, degradation, somnophilia, dacryphilia if you squint, breeding kink
neteyam
uses it to occupy you when youâre needy while heâs doing something
mumbling sweet praise in your ear about how good youâre being and how good you feel around him
will coo and kiss your hair when you whine, assuring you itâll only be a few more minutes
he has the patience and composure of a saint
he could keep you there for hours and be perfectly content
âstop squirming ma love, just a few more minutes. i know it feels good, you feel so good around me, but you must be patient.â neteyam coos in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and nuzzling his nose into your hair.
heâs been going over battle plans for hours now. having taken them from the conference room after the meeting to review them. youâve probably heard âjust a few more minutesâ ten times since he sat you on his cock.
âteyam, youâve said that so many times already,â you murmur, shifting your weight from side to side in an attempt to get comfortable, despite the pulsing of your core.
âi know. but this is important. and i know youâll be good for me.â he mutters into your ear, free hand trailing to rub your thigh.
itâs so hard to disagree with him when he speaks like that, so hard to rebel. âalrightâŠâ
âgood girl. my beautiful girl.â
loâak
likes to be as close as possible after sex
he craves intimacy such as this, so it brings him a lot of comfort and peace
however, heâs a horndog through and through
best be prepared for him to wake you up by thrusting into you
now that heâs recharged heâs ready to go for a few more rounds
the last thing you remember before drifting off was cuddling into loâaks sweaty chest. feeling satisfied as youâre breath evened out from the rapid panting. your leg hiked over loâaks hip so his cock could rest inside you comfortably.
youâre coaxed awake by gentle, uncoordinated thrusts into your cunt. loâaks head rests in your neck where he places sloppy kisses as he rocks into you.
âloâak,â you groan softly.
âcouldnâ help it. needed you,â he murmurs, sleep clear in his voice. âalways feel so good baby.â
you shouldâve expected this given the way you fell asleep. but you donât mind. waking up to your needy mate is always a pleasant experience.
rotxo
itâs one of the ways you punish him if heâs been a brat all day
he isnât a brat often, once in a blue moon if that
but sometimes heâs short, giving you nothing but one word answers and ignoring your presence
he only ever does this when he wants attention but isnât brave enough to ask
so you force him to ask nicely
âi said i was sorry! please move please please,â rotxo whines, desperately fighting the urge to buck his hips up into your cunt.
your back is to him, aiding you in your task of appearing as unaffected by your position as possible. you pay him no mind, simply continuing to bead your bracelet, humming to yourself.
âma love please,â he begs, words whiny and slurred ââm sorry for being bratty, i promise iâll use my words next time, please move please!â
you almost cave at his desperation. taking a quick peek over your shoulder, you spot his teary eyes and canât fight the clench of your cunt. your action only makes this situation worse for him. one more broken little please falling from his lips.
âmaybe later. i donât think youâve learned your lesson.â
aoânung
similar to neteyam, he uses it to occupy you
but he wonât be nearly as sweet
no. heâll coo in your ear about what a needy whore you are
he likes having your back to his chest so you canât see his lovey lust-struck grin while he degrades you
he isnât even focused on his task anymore, his attention is purely on you
youâre trying so so so hard to be good. so hard not to rock back in forth, or bounce, or clench, or do anything that may prolong your torture. but when aoânung places soft kisses on your neck and rubs your thigh you canât help but squirm.
âso needy,â he purrs, trying to hide his gleeful expression as if you canât hear the grin in his voice, âsuch a needy needy whore for me. arenât you baby?â
âmmhm,â you hum in agreement, nodding your head.
âwords little one. i want to hear you say it. then maybe iâll give you what you want.â
ââm a needy whore for you, just you,â you breathe.
he hums in pride and satisfaction, âyes you are. thatâs a good girl.â
jake
he has a love hate relationship with it
on one hand, you feel heavenly around his cock
on the other hand, you feel heavenly around his cock
as much as he loves to plug you up after cuming inside you and feel the soft velvet of your walls around him, he canât help but get the urge to fuck you again
stamina of a bull and motivated by the image of you all round with his baby
âyou gotta stop clenchinâ baby.â he grunts, ââm never gonna be able to sleep if you donât.â
ââm sorry.â you breathe, voice raspy from your earlier activities. âcanât help it. feels good.â
âdonât start with that. thatâs gonna make it worse honey.â he sighs, kissing your head. your words go straight to his cock. he wraps his arms around you, willing sleep to befall him so he wonât pound you into the mattress for the umpteenth time tonight.
after a few moments of silence, you speak. âdo you think itâll take?â you murmur, playing with the braid that frames his face.
âbabyâŠâ he speaks with warning.
âdo you?â
thereâs a beat of silence, then youâre being pushed onto your back, jake on his knees between your legs. ââm gonna make damn sure it does.â
tonowari
when he has a headache from the swarm of thoughts filling his brain, he pulls you onto his lap to sit on his cock
the moment your thighs meet his itâs like someone wiped his mind clean
the most peaceful he can feel considering his position
he especially loves it when you coo praise and tell him how much you love him
words canât describe the feeling of pure bliss that comes with being buried balls deep in your cunt. all of takes is one look at his tense form for you to strip and straddle his thighs. inch by inch, itâs like waves washing away a drawing in the sand. his mind being cleared of thoughts until there isnât a single trace of them left once your thighs meet his own.
youâre facing him, gently tracing his tattoos. âyouâre so handsome âwari. i got so lucky with you.â you coo sweetly. his eves flutter shut, arms moving to tightly wind around your waist. âyouâre so strong. you do so much for everyone. you take such good care of me. youâre everything i could ever want.â
moments like these are the only times he feels fully relaxed. nothing is nagging at the back of his mind. nothing is itching at his brain. there is nothing but you, and your heavenly body and sweet words.
