popping up on the acc, bc im searching for a fic
It's called "one of us" by numarusworld, but her first acc got deleted, and she lost all of her works. I'm hunting for all 9 Chapters and any other fic she wrote. The only way to find them is by reblogs of people.
This is her masterlist before her acc got deleted,
I've found "One of Us" of chapters 1,2,4,5,7, and 9, and I'm missing 3,6, and 8
Any reblog of any of her fics are greatly appreciatedđđŸđđŸđđŸ
14 Days of Love is a lil event inspired by @pandoraslxna Kinktobor and @neteyamsyawntu Kinkmas Events! So yk thank to them for inspiring me to host this!
Instead, of each day being a different kink, 14 DOL is a love story. With a character of your choice and either a na'vi or human reader/OC!
All days/chapters I write are scheduled to go at 10:49 AM (CST). Besides the days/chapters I'll only be rebloging 14DOL and other fics I've been wanting to read.
Please put all days/chapters under the tag #đđ«đČđđđđąđđŹđđđđđđđđđ, and/or tag me in them!
Please remember this is for fun only! Don't push yourself to make all days!
Please reblog this so it can reach others, who might want to participate!
The event starts February 1st and ends on the 14th!
This a lil rough draft of how they days are supposed to flow!
Day 1 - COYC and reader meet and hang out a bit. Then plan to meet the next day.
Day 2 - COYC and reader play in the forest and learn about each other.
Day 3 - COYC and reader play in the forest and learn about each other.
Day 4- COYC and reader play in the forest and learn about each other.
Day 5 - COYC teaches reader how to hunt, track, cook, live on their own, etc.
Day 6 - COYC teaches reader how to hunt, track, cook, live on their own, etc.
Day 7 - COYC and reader, hunt Yerik. Then COYC and reader gets chased by thanator, and reader gets hurt.
Day 8 - Reader wakes up and learns what happens, COYC helps and takes care reader.
Day 9 - COYC helps and takes care reader.
Day 10 - COYC helps and takes care reader.
Day 11 - COYC starts courting reader.
Day 12 - COYC starts courting reader.
Day 13 - COYC sets a date with reader, and they mate at the Tree of Voices.
Day 14 - *Time skip* To when COYC and reader have kids.
Remember to use the tag #đđ«đČđđđđąđđŹđđđđđđđđđ for any works that are made for the event! (Tip: Start as soon as possible!)
14 Days of Love is a lil event inspired by @pandoraslxna Kinktobor and @neteyamsyawntu Kinkmas Events! So yk thank to them for inspiring me to host this!
Instead, of each day being a different kink, 14 DOL is a love story. With a character of your choice and either a na'vi or human reader/OC!
All days/chapters I write are scheduled to go at 10:49 AM (CST). Besides the days/chapters I'll only be rebloging 14DOL and other fics I've been wanting to read.
Please put all days/chapters under the tag #đđ«đČđđđđąđđŹđđđđđđđđđ, and/or tag me in them!
Please remember this is for fun only! Don't push yourself to make all days!
Please reblog this so it can reach others, who might want to participate!
The event starts February 1st and ends on the 14th!
This a lil rough draft of how they days are supposed to flow!
Day 1 - COYC and reader meet and hang out a bit. Then plan to meet the next day.
Day 2 - COYC and reader play in the forest and learn about each other.
Day 3 - COYC and reader play in the forest and learn about each other.
Day 4- COYC and reader play in the forest and learn about each other.
Day 5 - COYC teaches reader how to hunt, track, cook, live on their own, etc.
Day 6 - COYC teaches reader how to hunt, track, cook, live on their own, etc.
Day 7 - COYC and reader, hunt Yerik. Then COYC and reader gets chased by thanator, and reader gets hurt.
Day 8 - Reader wakes up and learns what happens, COYC helps and takes care reader.
Day 9 - COYC helps and takes care reader.
Day 10 - COYC helps and takes care reader.
Day 11 - COYC starts courting reader.
Day 12 - COYC starts courting reader.
Day 13 - COYC sets a date with reader, and they mate at the Tree of Voices.
Day 14 - *Time skip* To when COYC and reader have kids.
Remember to use the tag #đđ«đČđđđđąđđŹđđđđđđđđđ for any works that are made for the event! (Tip: Start as soon as possible!)
14 Days of Love is a lil event inspired by @pandoraslxna Kinktobor and @neteyamsyawntu Kinkmas Events! So yk thank to them for inspiring me to host this!
Instead, of each day being a different kink, 14 DOL is a love story. With a character of your choice and either a na'vi or human reader/OC!
All days/chapters I write are scheduled to go at 10:49 AM (CST). Besides the days/chapters I'll only be rebloging 14DOL and other fics I've been wanting to read.
Please put all days/chapters under the tag #đđ«đČđđđđąđđŹđđđđđđđđđ, and/or tag me in them!
Please remember this is for fun only! Don't push yourself to make all days!
Please reblog this so it can reach others, who might want to participate!
The event starts February 1st and ends on the 14th!
This a lil rough draft of how they days are supposed to flow!
Day 1 - COYC and reader meet and hang out a bit. Then plan to meet the next day.
Day 2 - COYC and reader play in the forest and learn about each other.
Day 3 - COYC and reader play in the forest and learn about each other.
Day 4- COYC and reader play in the forest and learn about each other.
Day 5 - COYC teaches reader how to hunt, track, cook, live on their own, etc.
Day 6 - COYC teaches reader how to hunt, track, cook, live on their own, etc.
Day 7 - COYC and reader, hunt Yerik. Then COYC and reader gets chased by thanator, and reader gets hurt.
Day 8 - Reader wakes up and learns what happens, COYC helps and takes care reader.
Day 9 - COYC helps and takes care reader.
Day 10 - COYC helps and takes care reader.
Day 11 - COYC starts courting reader.
Day 12 - COYC starts courting reader.
Day 13 - COYC sets a date with reader, and they mate at the Tree of Voices.
Day 14 - *Time skip* To when COYC and reader have kids.
Remember to use the tag #đđ«đČđđđđąđđŹđđđđđđđđđ for any works that are made for the event! (Tip: Start as soon as possible!)
1800s price/readerâŠ. reader flees to his town where Price is the sheriff after a murder in her previous town (which she may or may not be responsible for) only to be mistaken for the mail order bride that Price just sent for âŠ.and heâs not interested in hearing any of her excuses when she tells him that heâs got the wrong girl
âïœĄÂ° âź Warnings: degradation, praise kink, double penetration, p in v, anal, rough sex, enemies to lovers, creampie, begging
They fuck in the same way that they fight.
"Come on, darlinâ, give it to us!"
Itâs a battle for the upper hand, to be better, hold on the longest, fuck the hardest, make you come the fastest.
"Youâre being too rough. You really want to fuck her brains out, huh?"
"And youâre too fuckin' soft, Corporal. Look how sheâs drooling. Hah. Pretty girl likes to be ruined, donât you?"
Itâs a filthy rhythm they had set, various body fluids smearing between three tangled bodies. One of them, you donât even know which of the two, thrusts in just as the other pulls out, which leaves you in a constant state of fullness, never empty for even a second. Once in a while though, when theyâre feeling like working as a team for once in their life or maybe for the sake of old times, they thrust into you togetherâ same time, different holes, and you gasp sharply.
"Fuuuck", Jake groans, throwing his head back in bliss, enjoying the incredible tightness of your body, He can feel Quaritch move inside of you, can feel his thrusts through the thin wall thatâs separating them. "Sheâs so fucking tight!"
"Damn right she is", Miles chuckles lowly into your ear, sharp teeth grazing your skin and you physically shiverâ or you would, if there was any room to do so.
You donât have a lot of space to move at all with how they're positioned, laying with your back against Quaritchâs chest, your legs spread wide and draped over his arms, while Jake stands right there between them. Theyâre filling you up, again, again, again, thrusting into your wet, sloppy heat with their throbbing cocks, stretching your holes wide on them.
And itâs messy, so messy.
You fast become dazed, only dimly aware of anything beyond the deep ache starting to form inside you, the event itself, and repeat.
You canât even remember how many times youâve come by now, but it mustâve been quite a few times, by the way your slick arousal squelches loudly whenever they thrust into you.
Quaritchs hands on the underside of your knees hold you in place as he suddenly starts to fuck you at a much deeper, rougher pace. That in return, makes Jake pick up the pace too. Then his hand, that had been holding your ankle up in the air, leaves so he can rub your poor, oversensitive clit. It feels just right, like the two of them know your body better than you do, know what you need, know the speed and the pressure thatâs needed to make you fall apart.
For a while, all three of you are lost in the moment, world reduced to the slick slide of skin against skin, the obscene squelching sounds and the constant smack, smack, smack of skin against skin. For once, even Jake and Quaritch had stopped arguing over your head. Theyâre at a complete loss for words, reduced to low groans and grunts as they continue to ruin you.
Then theyâre alternating their thrusts again, one of them always pressing in as the other withdraws, and every time one thrusts in they brush over your pleasure spot, leaving you sobbing and writhing on their cocks, clutching on Quaritch arms so hard it must hurt, chanting their names in between moans, hardly able to catch your breath.
"Doing so good, sweetheart, so good for me", Jake groans, his thumb still circling your clit. Your legs are twitching, tingles of electric shocking pleasure soaring through your nerves, leaving you a trembling, moaning mess between them.
"You like when Sullyâs praising you, huh? Can feel you clenching, doll. Yeah, you like that donât you?"
Words were entirely washed out of your system, your mind completely overtaken by the fullness of two cock sliding in and in and then all the way out just to slip back in, harder, tight body gripping and squeezing them.
"Fuck, I think sheâs coming again!" Jakes chuckle sends a shiver down your spine, which makes you arch your back and push your hips forward to meet his thrust, chase the touch of his thumb on your clit. "Say please, baby. Want to hear you beg for it."
"Pl-ease, pleaâah!", you half sobbed, half slurred, with drool running down your chin as your eyes began to roll back into your head, "Fuck, oh fuck, mâcoming! Plea-ah, pleaseâ"
Quaritchs hand is suddenly reaching around your middle, and then both of their fingers are greedily fighting for their place to rub over your slippery clit.
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, with whiny little chants of yes yes yes yes, it bubbled up from low in your stomach to explode over every nerve in your body. You were just glad you couldnât even hear yourself and what sounds you made as you writhed between the two of them, from all the blood rushing behind your ears, drowning out all sounds. All you could still register was the feeling of your throat becoming sore, shock waves radiated through your body, as youâre clamping down hard on the men inside you.
The first thing you hear after coming back to your senses, were both of them groaning deeply at the grip from your vice like channels. And then thereâs this warm, sticky feeling inside your core, filling you up until it slowly seeped out around their cocks and dripped onto the floor below.
You yelp, his hand making contact with your ass for the billionth time since heâd arranged your body into your arched, cat-like pose atop his mattress. You mewl, the pathetic moan muffled by his sheets as he buries himself inside of you to the brim over, over and over again.
Your hair is matted and ruffled, a few clumps of it damp from your tears and drool. It's caked to your flushed, sweat-beaded face as Miles keeps one hand planted on the crown of your skull, holding your head down. âWho's pussy is this?â you hear him snarl behind you.
âHmf! Y-yours... ungh!â you almost gargle and choke on your own spit as your watering mouth continues to flood the mattress, your eyes clenched to confine the tears that form. Miles growls and the mattress dips below his weight as he settles himself over you, caging you beneath him like his prey. âCan't hear ya. Who's fuckinâ pussy is this?â
You cry out when another smack is delivered to your ass, a lingering sting remaining as a reddened handprint surely forms there. âFuck-! Yours! All yours!â you push your head up against his palm when you struggle to breathe, but he hisses and adds more pressure to keep you pinned. His thrusts pick up pace, his free hand moving from its previous cupping of your ass cheek to push your upper back down, granting him the leverage to deepen his angle.
âIs that right?â he chuckles grimly, his tone dark and gravelly. âIf this pussy belongs to me, why in the hell did I catch ya grindinâ it against Corporal Wainfleetâs crotch in training tâday?â you groan, the haziness of your vision worsening as you desperately gulp for greedy intakes of air. âI didn't- I wasn't... Miles, please!â
âOh, âpleaseâ, she says.â he mocks you, the washboard surface of his abdomen slick as it presses against your back, the rhythm of his hips not once relenting as he fucks you hard and fast. âSo pretty when you cry, baby.â his whisper is a taunting one, and your eyes roll like marbles in their sockets when the tip of his tongue pokes out to lap at the shell of your ear.
âNeedâa teach you a lesson, lilâ bitch.â so he nips at your earlobe, before sucking the flesh into his mouth. You writhe underneath him and throw one of your arms back to grip his neck, but youâre so fucked-out that your hand slips, your nails inevitably clawing him. Miles flinches and jerks his head back as blood begins to trickle down onto his collarbone. âHuh. So it's like that?â
You huff, your nostrils flaring against the sheets and the bridge of your nose crinkling. âFine, doll. Two can play it like that.â his voice means business and your droopy eyes widen when he rolls you over, his dick still nestled cosily within you as he twists you around on it. You gasp for oxygen now that your face is no longer forced onto the bed, and reach for him with trembling hands. âPlease- too much. I can't. It hurtsâŠâ
âHush, now.â he coos and pats the side of your thigh. âGotta make you pay for beinâ a dirty slut, ain't I?â he settles his knees under your limp, quivering thighs and takes hold of your ankles so he can position them over his shoulders. You murmur incoherently, shaking your head ânoâ as you attempt to sit upright. Miles smirks and turns his head to peck a chaste kiss to the sole of your foot. âBrought this upon yourself, darlinâ.â
Your tail jabs at him irritably, it seems it's the only limb of yours with any ability to move at all. He snorts at the pathetic attempt and fists the appendage mid-air, before allowing it to wrap itself around his wrist. âFiesty,â he remarks with a smug expression. âI like feisty.â
You whimper and roll your head to the side as your cervix contracts and pulsates around his still cock, the walls of your cunt sucking him in impossibly further. âI- I'm sorry,â you mumble as he resumes a steady speed within you, your pussy squelching lewdly around his girth. He grins, a single fang flashing as he does. âWasn't so hard, was it?â
You smile lazily, certain heâll finally relent after what must be an hour of enduring his punishment. âWonât do it again, will ya?â he then questions, his hips coming to a standstill again as he leans down so your faces are mere centimetres apart, your legs still bent over his shoulders. The switch in positions causes him to sink deeper inside of you, the head of his cock foraging against the roof of your cervix. You purse your lips to refrain from moaning and smile sweetly up at him. âNo, baby. Promise.â
His eyes soften, his frown diminishing at your words. Relief washes over you, and you slide a hand up between your tangled bodies to stroke his cheek. He leans into your touch, his eyelids fluttering to a gradual close. He inches his face closer to yours as if initiating a kiss, but just as your lips are about to meet, he snaps his head to the side and clamps his teeth down onto the slope of your neck.
You shriek as his canines break your skin, and your hands latch onto the solid structure of his back and scrape downward. âShit, Miles!â the thick muscles of his back twitch as you claw at it, and he bites down harder in reciprocation. You wriggle beneath him, before snarling and locking your own jaws over his shoulder. What can only be described as a purr rumbles from his chest, and he finally releases your flesh from his mouth. You do the same and uncurl your digits from cutting into his skin while he all but slurps the beading droplets of blood from your neck.
You sigh as he cleans your mark, and do the same with the one you bit onto his shoulder. His blood is metallic and tangy on your tongue, and the pair of you revel in it together as your mouths collide in a sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue; a combination of your sweet blood and the remnants of your even sweeter nectar from when he devoured you some time prior.
But the moment ends abruptly when he breaks the kiss with a wet pop and simultaneously tugs his dick from your throbbing cunt, before standing to his feet with his signature stoic expression. You prop yourself up on your elbows and stare up at him quizzically. âMiles? Are you okay?â
He pads toward your shared ensuite, stopping short in the doorway. âDamn right ya won't fuckinâ do it again.â is all he says before the door is slammed behind him, the sound of the shower spurting to life following soon after.
All it takes is for you to tighten around him, the hot, sticky spurt of his cum from the previous round oozing out around Neteyams cock, and heâs done for.
Neteyamâs coming with a grunt and a snap of his hips that feels like it could break you in two. He fucks through it, little stuttering thrusts that drag the pleasure out, keep the current pulsing along his shattered nerves until he collapses, exhausted, tucking his face against your sweat-slick shoulder.
"Hmm love you so much", he tiredly mumbles, kissing the side of your neck as you slur vague agreement. He pushes a lazy hand through your hair, lifting it away to reach more of your neck, kissing and nipping languidly at your hairline. He's warm and blissed-out and really fucking comfortable, plastered to your chest, and he's happy to delay the moment when he'll have to move as long as you will let him.
Eventually he starts to soften, and the hand that's still trapped between your bodies where he had rubbed your clit earlier starts to go numb. Sighing, Neteyam presses a last kiss beneath your ear and then starts to lever himself up, but your sudden, almost desperate whine of "Noo" stops him.
"TĂŹyawn, what's wrong?", he asks, slightly concerned. Worming his hand free, he gently runs it up and down your side, caressing your skin in a soothing way.
"Nothing," you mumble as you shifts under him, trying to get more comfortable, rocking your hips a little and making him inhale a sharp breath. "JustâŠnot yet", you whisper, "Donât pull out just yet."
Neteyam huffs softly at this, then places a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, "Yeah, okay." He then lays back down, with his head on your chest, and tries not to groan when your squirming makes his still sensitive dick twitch.
He obviously doesn't succeed, because you go still for a minute and then, almost casually, your hips roll up in a gentle thrust. Neteyams breath catches on a noise, and even he isnât sure if it's pleasured or pained, nerve endings still flayed and raw-open, just too much.
Neteyam pushes himself up to one elbow, words forming on his lips, but they're lost on a ragged gasp as you hook an arm around his shoulders, legs tightening around his waist, before you roll over and pull him down with you. Itâs a mess of limbs shortly before Neteyam finds himself laying flat down, with you on top of him, his cock still nestled inside you, while youâre tightening slow and deliberate all around his length.
"Oh- eywa", Neteyam rasps out, and then, "Fuck" when you squeeze him again. He looks up at you, dazed, to see your eyes are closed, bottom lip pinched between your teeth in concentration as you work some magical combination of muscles.
Your inner walls pull at his cock, clenching and relaxing in a rhythm that has him panting and writhing within moments.
"TĂŹyawnâ oh shitâ fuck, I can't, I can'tâ" Neteyam protests, even as he feels himself grind upwards, shuddering at the deliciously good hurt of all that pressure around his spent cock.
Your bottom lip slides free of your teeth seconds before a mischievous little grin appears, eyes fluttering open to search Neteyams face.
"Oh, I think you can", you purr, squeezing him on a hard spasm. Neteyam wants to deny it, but his cockâs already half hard again, making a liar out of him.
"Fuck me, sayrĂŹp", you pout. Neteyam blinks hazily, staring up at you, and your voice cracks, a needy whine creeping in. "C'mon, Teyam, fuck me."
"Already did", he tells you, but his hips are bucking up, just an inch, tentative little thrusts that punches the breath from both of your chests.
"Again", you plead, "Fuck me again."
Neteyam pushes himself up to both hands, spreads his thighs a little further and then thrusts up, again and again, a dozen tiny, careful thrusts, and he's rock hard now, almost all pleasure, just a faint shimmer of pain to make it that much sweeter.
Youâre flushed and breathless, arms still locked around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer as you roll your hips on top of him. Neteyam sighs deeply.
Brushing his mouth against your ear, he then murmurs, "Tell me what you want, tĂŹyawn."
"Did", you whine. "Want you to fuck me."
"Ask me", he tells you lowly.
"Will you please fuck me?"
Neteyam grins, whispers, "Beg me," and bites hard at your ear.
"Please!" You whimper, eyes squeezing shut as you arch and squirm. "Please, Teyam, please fuck me. Need more of you, needâ fuck, everything, need you to fuck me please, please pleaseâ"
"Youâre so cute when youâre needy, how can I ever resist you, huh?" Neteyam mumbles affectionately, shutting you up with a kiss, before he lays back down, puts his hands on your hips and then slams up into you so hard that he knows his hips will be bruised in the morning.
Despite the fact that you had already come in the past fifteen minutes, it doesn't take you very long to get close again. Neteyams come slicks the way as he pounds into you, letting you bounce on him like a rag doll, and it's so deliciously fucking hot and dirty that he can feel the pleasure tingle all the way to the ends of his fingers.
"Get your hand on your clit. Play with yourself, tĂŹyawn. Câmon, i thought you wanted it so bad?", he orders, groaning low when you do it immediately. Leaning back with a hand on his thigh and the other disappearing between yours, your dainty fingers begin rubbing tight circles over your throbbing clit. "Eywa, youâre so fucking pretty. You ready to come for me again, huh? I wanna see it. Show me. Show me how good it is."
That's all it takes. Neteyams hungry, heat-filled voice and half a dozen furious strokes, and youâre seizing and crying out, clenching around the cock thatâs pistoling in and out of you like a jackhammer until he pumps you full of his cum for the third time that night. Itâs not as much as it was in the first round, but itâs still enough to make you feel warm all over.
It's blindingly, deafeningly good, a pleasure that whites out his nerves, leaves him stunned and sensationless for a long moment before everything comes singing back. He's still not entirely sure his body's all in one piece, vision fractured and limbs leaden, when he hears your soft, exhausted voice.
"Teyaaam", you wriggle your hips with the biggest pout on your lips, and heâs shuddering out a small laugh, already sensing what youâre about to demand. "Please... again."
Dark!aonung who gets obsessed with shy & quiet reader. She is the daughter of 2 avatars (while in their avatars) but they didn't view her as theirs, since she was born to the avatars. The Sully's sorta took her in.
He bullies her like he did Kiri, enjoying when she gets all teary, but Aonung gets pissed when he finds some other Metkayina boys harassing her.
So he stakes his claim on her, so everyone knows she belongs to him.
Mine to tease
Adult Dark!Aoânung x female Sully reader
Words: 4.2k
Summary: Itâs one thing when Aoânung bullies you. Itâs a complete different thing when someone else dares to lay their hands on you.
Warnings: explicit smut, mean Aoânung, shy / cry baby reader, enemies to lovers (kinda??), biting, super heavy dacryphilia (crying kink), bullying, obsessive behavior, harassment, rough oral sex (m receiving), come eating, reader probably has a huge degradation kink, praise kink, dub-con (idk about that Iâm still adding it just in case)
Notes: this is super messy and the plot barely makes any sense because I wrote this with way too many breaks in between ugh I still hope you like it!! đ«Ł
Aoânung was obsessed, that much was pretty clear. Obsessed with you. In what way though, you didnât know. Not yet, at least.
"Hey freak, where are you going?"
Your shoulders visibly tensed upon hearing this stupid nickname, not having to turn around to see who was calling you. Only one person ever called you like that anyways. It was either freak or cry baby⊠how suitable for you.
You began walking a little faster towards the beach, like you had intended to collect some shells for Tuk. Not wanting the said person to pester you so early in the morning, you tried not to pay him any attention. Unfortunately, that didnât always work.
"Aww come on now, don't ignore me," a strong hand grabbed at your arm and turned you around, making you squeak. Now you could see him, just inches away from you and with a dark smirk plastered to his face.
Aoânung obviously had a strange hobby of bullying and teasing you and your siblings ever since the day you set foot on his island. And while your brothers had finally gained some of his respect after their little fight, Aoânung still didnât ease up his teasing when it came to you. A part of you thought that the reason for this might be that you just didnât had the guts to fight back like the others did. Well, you werenât exactly wrong about that.
While Loâak and Neteyam had their fists and Kiri had her smart mouth, all you could do was let it happen and try your best not to cry on spot. It was true, you were a cry baby. Youâve just always been such a sensitive person, to shy to stand up for yourself. It was especially hard to keep your eyes from watering, when neither of your brothers were around to protect you from his mean words, since you often failed to do it yourself.
And it felt like Aoânung was aiming for just that. He was always pushing you a little further than he did with your siblings, always following you around whenever he spotted you alone and teasing you over the simplest things. It wasnât just your looks, not your extra finger or your slim tail. Everything that you did, while trying to blend in with the metkayina clan, was just another reason for him to laugh and call you names.
You really couldnât help yourself with him. And there was this thing, like a sparkle in his eyes, whenever the tears started to dwell in your eyes and when your cheeks and the tip of your nose got all rosy. He would tower over you, watch the tears roll over your soft cheeks and the way you nervously chewed on your bottom lip and it was like something kindled in him. Yes, Aoânung was definitely obsessed with you.
It didnât help that you had this stupid little crush on him. Him of all people. You felt stupid to even think about him like that. And your siblings would probably drown you in the ocean without hesitation if they would ever find out you had eyes for the man that gave you such a hard time every second of the day. Why him? You didnât know the answer to this yourself. You mostly blamed it on his looksâ obviously his charming personality had nothing to do with that. It was unfortunate how stupidly attractive Aoânung was, considering he was such an asshole. An asshole that enjoyed teasing you.
And thatâs how it always went. Usually, it was just Aoânung giving you a hard time. From time to time, but especially when your siblings were around, he was accompanied by some of his goons too, but they never spoke directly to you. It was always just him. Apart from that, none of the other villagers around your age had interacted with you in any way so far. They all seemingly avoided your family. At first you were a bit sad about that, longing to make some new friends within this clan. But you were also glad that no one else paid much attention to you. At least like this, you only had to deal with Aoânung and his dumb friends.
Well, thatâs what you thought at first.
Words must have gotten around, probably Aoânung bragging about how easy to tease you were, how funny it was to see you cry, because later that day, a new group of metkayina decided to show their sudden interest in your alien features.
"Look at that, sheâs getting all shy now", one of the men laughs spitefully as you try to hide your hands by crossing your arms over your chest. What was up with them today? This day hadnât been long, but it had been so overwhelming already, as if your encounter with Aoânung this morning wasnât already enough for a day.
"We donât bite, câmon show us your hands", another one chuckles and then reaches for your wrist. With a firm hold on your wrist he then waves your hand around for all of them to see and itâs just so humiliating. "Stop that", you protest as you yank your hand from his grip, "Donât touch meâŠ" It comes out weaker than you intended, your voice already trembling. Whereâs Loâak if you need him? He wouldâve thrown a good punch at that asshole, silencing him once and for all.
"Thatâs so freaky", the third one grimaces and that finally gives you the rest. "Aw look, sheâs crying! What a baâ" Whatever that guy wanted to say dies in his throat quicker than any of you can proceed. You look at them with furrowed brows and it seemed like a shadow casted over all of their faces. They looked⊠frightened?
Turning around to see what they were all staring at in such pure horror, you expected and honestly hoped for one of your brothers to be there. To your surprise, that wasnât the case. No, it was in fact someone you wouldâve least expected now. Could this day possibly get any worse?
With the way Aoânung was towering behind you, glaring at them, one could mistake it as the possessiveness a man had over his mate. And you were painfully obliviously about that fact. But thatâs exactly what these guys thought the oloâeyktanâs son was doing. They thought they mustâve mistaken the way they saw him treating you. Maybe he was courting for you all this time or it was just affectionately teasing? Whatever it was, they knew by the look of Aoânungs face that they were walking on very thin ice right now.
"Back off", Aoânung snarls without second thought, "Or Iâll make you."
"Sorry we, uhm, we didnât know sheâs yours", the one that had yanked your hand up for them to make fun of apologized quickly.
What? Your gaze flicks back and forth between them, utterly confused about the whole situation. But Aoânung is only staring them down, not even paying any attention to you.
With a few snickering glances in your direction, they all then finally leave the scene. Now that it was just you and Aoânung left on the shore, you took a deep, shuddering breath. Gathering all your courage to look at him, you mumbled a quiet, "Thank you."
Aoânung then finally turns to you, as if he was only now acknowledging your presence. His eyes skim over your limbs as you stand there and it felt like he was judging you. Well, knowing him, he probably did. You mentally prepare yourself for him to continue where these guys had left, but nothing of that sort comes. Peeling his eyes off of your body, he spots your reddened eyes and the obvious tear streaks on your soft cheeks.
"Donât let it get to your stupid head, you cry baby", he says ever so nonchalantly. Youâre truly confused. One second heâs calling you names and making you feel the worst youâve ever felt and the next second heâs acting like itâs his responsibility to protect you. Protect you, mind you that, from a bunch of guys that did the exact same thing he did âjust this morning!
Blinking away the tears, you begin to frown again and for a second, a wave of confidence hits you. Its enough to speak out the question thatâs lingering on your mind ever since he showed up.
"You bully me just as much as these guys did, so why protect me? You couldâve justâŠ", you pause for a moment and sigh, "I donât know, join them or whatever."
Aoânung is silent for a moment, letting your words sink, before he finally responds, "Is that what you want? Want me to team up with these pricks so we can bully you together?" He scoffs, his arms now crossed over his chest and you visible tense at the reflection of your own words.
You couldnât help but feel dumb, cursing yourself for your poor choice of words, because he was right. It definitely sounded like you wanted him to bully you. Great. Now he had one more reason to make fun of you. The freak that had a kink for getting treated like shit. Great mother, you prayed thatâs not what he thought of you now. Lost in your thoughts and drowning in your own shame, you let your head hang low again, all confidence gone as quickly as it came. Trying to avoid his intense gaze, you begin to count every grain of sand below your feet, hoping he would just get bored and leave if you were quiet for long enough.
"You are mine. Thatâs why", Ao'nungs voice suddenly slices through the awkward silence and your eyes fly right back up to meet his own, "I wonât let any of these guys harass you ever again."
His.
The words hang heavy in the air.
"Whaâ Why?", it bursts out of you before you can even think about it. You donât even know what exactly youâre asking for or what answer you wouldâve preferred here, but his response still catches you off guard.
"Youâre cute like that. I like that face you make when Iâm mean to you", thereâs a sharp grin on his face and he shrugs, "kinda gets me going."
A look of puzzlement crosses your face and itâs not until Aoânung tilts his head teasingly, that you realize you mustâve stared at him with a pretty funny expression. Embarrassment rushes to your ears, fills your cheeks with red and you quickly advert your gaze to the ground again, nervously biting on your lower lip. What should you say now? What should you do? The air around you is thick enough to cut it. Itâs so uncomfortable, you canât help but pray for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You nervously shift your weight from one foot to another, fiddling with a loose string of your loincloth.
But Aoânung says nothing. Itâs the second time heâs silent in your presence and itâs so untypical of him, it makes you feel uneasy. Itâs like he was waiting for you to respond, but what should you even say to him now? The embarrassment makes you feel dizzy and you start to chew on your lip harder. Itâs a stupid habit your mom always told you not to do, not wanting for you to ruin your pretty lips. Well, it seemed like Aoânung mustâve thought the same thing.
"If you bite your lip one more time Iâm going to do it for you", he says, voice laced with what you guessed was annoyance and your eyes widen. Daring to look up at him through your lashes, a small, "Sorry", escapes you.
There it was. A cute little sorry. Aoânung couldnât help but scoff as his eyes roamed over your features once more. Now how was he supposed to hold back any longer, especially when you looked at him like that? Rosy cheeks and swollen lips and teary eyes. And on top of all, you apologized to him. It was like you were begging for him to make a move, but you didnât even realize it.
Ahh, fuck it, he thought.
A smile spread over Aoânungs own lips as he took a step closer and then reached out to cup your jaw and tilt your head up to meet his eyes. "What are you doing?", you gasp and the trembling in your voice travels down his spine like an electric shock.
"I told you Iâll make sure they wonât ever touch you again, didnât I?"
His hold on your jaw is firm, as he tilts your head some more and leans down enough so his lips brush against your ear.
"Youâll let me, donât you?", satisfaction thrums through his veins when your entire frame jolts in his hold, "Youâll let me mark you as mine and nobody will ever lay a hand on you ever again. Nobody but me, of course.â He licks the shell of your ear and you shudder, before he makes his way down the curve of your jaw, nipping the length of your neck.Â
âR-Right here?â, you whimper softly and Aoânung chuckles. "So itâs a yes then?"
Before you can open your mouth to respond, Aoânung leans in and gets his mouth on yours.Â
He can feel the tension under his hands melt away as he finally, finally bites down onto your bottom lip and deepens the kiss, earning a breathless moan that he gratefully swallows down. He hums against your mouth when he gets to suck on your tongue and you canât help but stand up on your tip toes to meet his touch.
When he pulls away, so you could catch your breath, his dark gaze meets yours. Youâre heaving and spit still connects your mouths in a thin string. The flush from your tears give way to the pinkish tint that spreads on your cheeks and nose, lips shiny from spit and bright red from all the biting. What a sight, he thought.
And your eyes, your pretty fucking eyes, theyâre still slightly wet from crying, pupils blown and taking over his gaze, hazy yet completely focused on him. They stare so deeply into his own and if he looks attentively, he can see his image reflected in stark black. Thereâs a glint of innocence and shyness behind it, but above it all, your big eyes spell adoration towards any and everything. You really wouldnât hurt a fly and that, that makes power rush through his entire body and fills his mind with thoughts of swelling these pretty eyes with tears as they look up to him.
Brushing a few braided strands of hair over your delicate shoulder, he places a kiss to your soft skin. He enjoys the way your breathing hitches when he lets his canine graze over your collarbone and where he left wet kisses earlier, he then suddenly bites down. You gasp, feeling his sharp teeth almost pierce your skin, while Aoânung contently hums against your flesh. You know the bite marks are going to bruise, but thatâs exactly what he was intending here. He wanted them to be seen. He really did put his mark on you, just like he said.
"Get on your knees for me", Aoânung then whispers against your neck, from where he can feel your throat swallowing.
"W-Why?", you stutter, his sudden command taking you aback. He straightens to look at you properly and with a smug grin on his face, he tilts his head. Heâs seemingly amused that you wanted him say it out loud.
"I said Iâll mark you as mine. And Iâll do it in every way I can think of."
At his words, you feel a completely new wave of arousal pool between your legs and you donât even hide the excited little smile, coyly appearing on your lips.
Stepping back, he lets you kneel down, his hand moving to caress the back of your head, watching as you eagerly lean into his touch and let your eyes flutter close for just a moment. "Good girlâ, Aoânung coos, watching the red blush across your cheeks become even darker. "Youâre so pretty like this. Who wouldâve through, hm?"
Feeling heat build up in your core at his unexpected compliment, you squeeze your thighs together and sit on your heels to keep looking up at him. The anticipation behind your teary eyes went straight to his painfully hard cock, already straining his loincloth. Aoânung inhales a breath to steady his racing heart as he slides his thumb against your bottom lip, urging you to relax your jaw. He slides his digit in once you open your mouth, pressing his finger against your wet tongue. His eyes are transfixed on the wetness of tears that are still present at the corners of your eyes.
"Iâm probably more of a freak than you are", he chuckles, making you frown a little, much to his amusement. Aoânung can feel the wetness of your saliva gliding down your chin and staining his hand, sliding in between his fingers. He changes the single thumb to his index and middle finger and presses down on your tongue, hard enough to make you open you mouth wider. "You look so fucking good like that", Aoânung mumbles, more to himself, "You have no idea how much you turn me on." He shoves his fingers as deep as he can manage, feeling the way your throat spasms, gagging to accommodate them as your eyes fill up with tears again from the effort.
God this was going to kill him.Â
"There it is", he says lowly, "Such a pretty girl and all for me, hm?" Your face flushes redder. Aoânung then retracts his fingers just a bit, watching with half lidded eyes as you suck on his fingertips before allowing them to leave.
Heâs quick to undo his loincloth, taking his achingly hard cock in hand before he nudges the tip against your plump lips. "Come on, wet it for me."
He watches you lick your bottom lip before taking hold of his cock, sticking out your tongue to lick the underside of his cock and then suckle on his fat tip like itâs a candy. Aoânung lets your kitten licks wet his cock, teasing the slit and making him leak into your open mouth.
Your eyes flutter close but then he grabs a fistful of your hair and gently tugs. "Eyes on me. I wanna see your pretty face," he commands. You nod from your position and then slowly start to take his length deeper into your mouth.
Aoânung groans at the feeling and he canât help but thrust his hips forward, forcing you to take just a few more inches of him. It earns himself a moan that reverberates on his cock, making him hiss. His dilated pupils spell satisfaction from making you react and these are the final nails on the coffin that drive him to his next move.
"Iâm gonna fuck that pretty face of yours", his voice is low and strained and he doesnât miss the way you clench your thighs together at his words. "Just tap my leg if you wanna stop, okay?" Again, you nod as best as you can.
You barely have the time to blink before your head is pushed into his crotch and your throat is completely filled with his cock.Â
"Oh fuuck", Aoânung curses as he holds your head there for just a couple of seconds. You quickly find purchase by grabbing his thick thighs, keeping your gaze fixed on his blue eyes that look down on you with such a ravenous expression that it makes your whole frame shiver.
You could hear the squelching sounds from the wetness built up inside your mouth as Aoânung begins to thrust into your mouth over and over again. You couldnât really concentrate on breathing through your nose and the way his cock was hitting the back of your throat repeatedly brought you painfully close to gagging. Your eyes immediately begin to tear up, but you still try your best to take him.
"Thatâs it, ah- fuuck, fuck your mouth feels amazing!" He shoves your head down on his cock again, watching your eyelid flutter, the tears heâs been so fixated on clinging to the corner of your eyes and daring to spill over.
"If I knew how fucking good you are at this, i wouldâve done this sooner", he chuckles. Your throat tightens and throbs around his cock, your eyes not leaving his, even as the first tears finally streak down your faceâ so pretty, small and vulnerable. Just like you.
"Youâre gorgeous when you cry, you know?"
Aoânungs cock thrusts into your mouth just a little faster, your spit mixed with his salty pre-cum begins to leak out from the corner of your mouth as he moves and it dribbles down your chin and onto your cleavage.
"Such a pretty mess", he groans at the sight.
Your vision is blurring from the tears that swell up in your eyes and you donât know for much longer youâll be able to keep it up without breathing, your chest already spasming and craving for air so you give a gentle tap on his thigh. Aoânungs grip on your hair eases up and he steps back to retreat his cock from your mouth. Instantly, you inhale a sharp breathe, filling your lungs with some much needed air before you begin to cough.
Aoânung grins as he crouches down to be eye level with you, taking your face in his big hands before he says, "You know youâre mine, right? And Iâm the only one who gets to see you like this."
"Y-Yes, yes of course", you tell him nodding and then he leans in to capture you in another deep kiss. His tongue curls around yours and thereâs just something so insanely hot about the fact that he could probably taste himself on your tongue. Itâs a quick kiss and you desperately chase his lips when he breaks it to stand up straight again. "Good. Now open wide, pretty. Iâm not done with you yet", he smiles and you eagerly obey his command.
One of his hands is right back in your hair again as he slides his cock back in your mouth. He hums at the warm heat surrounding him once again and you can feel him twitch, his cock laying heavy on your tongue. You canât help but gag when he thrusts forward not even seconds later, holding your head firm against his crotch and keeping it there.
He allows you a few second to adjust to him, before he begins to pick up his pace, fucking your throat hard and fast. You feel dizzy and for a moment you donât even register how loud you areâ moaning around his cock, mixed with the squelching sounds of spit and pre-cum spilling over the corner of your mouth as he brings himself closer to the edge, using your mouth like itâs just a little fuck toy to him, recklessly seeking his own pleasure.
Your head is spinning like youâre about to pass out, but you could feel that he was close, his cock throbbing in the depths of your throat, almost blocking any oxygen from reaching your poor lungs. Distantly, you can feel new streams of tears running down your cheeks.
Aoânungs gaze is entirely fixed on yours and you feels the smallest youâve ever been, as if youâre about to be eaten upâ and you absolutely love it. Itâs a shame to admit, but you love how heâs using you. Love how he makes you feel, love how he gets off from the look of your face and you love how he looks at you, like youâre his. Because you are.
At the same time, Aoânung thinks of how hoarse your voice will sound tomorrow and how the phantom weight of his cock on your tongue will come back every time you will talk. Everyone will know that you belong to him. They will see his marks on your body, they will hear you voice and they will know.
The sheer thought of him fucking your tight little pussy next, in the same intensity as he was fucking your throat right now, is what finally gets his hips twitching. He holds you still as he cums, cock buried to the hilt in your mouth as you feel him fill you. "Ah f-fuck, there you go. Make sure you swallow it all, yeah?", he groans above you, but his cum, warm and sticky like syrup, runs down your throat without having to swallow, thanks to how far deep he was nestled in your mouth.
"Holy shit", Aoânungs heaves a breathless chuckle once he had emptied even the last drop of his seed down your throat. The hold on the back of your head then slowly fades into gentle caresses, circle-like movements guiding your neck into relaxation before he steps back and you gasp for air once again. "You did so fucking good", he coos and his thumb swipes over your bottom lip to clean it from any remaining spit. "But Iâll make you feel so much better now. Like I said, Iâm gonna mark you in every way that I can think of. So lay down and spread those pretty legs for me, yes?"
â n- no neteyam it wasnât like that, he was just asking about- â you struggled to pull your wrist from his grip, but he had you and he wasnât letting you go.
â about what, tiyawn, hm? â he huffed, pushing you into your shared space. you fumbled with your words, trying to recall what the male was even talking about. you couldnât focus on anything, not with neteyam huffing in front of you, shoulders tense and eyes narrowed. he was hot upset..
â tiyawn. â you lifted your eyes back to his, large and clueless, â i donât like repeating myself, â you pursed your lips in a thin line, thighs squeezing together as his hard stare never wavered.
â um- he was- asking about the- the paâli.. â you answered, your hands disappearing behind your back as your nerves threatened to tear your eyes away from your mate.
â strip. â he said, your breathing hitched for a moment, not expecting him to be so to the point,
â wh- â
â i did not stutter. strip. now. â the tone he used had your knees shaking, a wave of excitement passing through you as you pulled at the strings of your loincloth. once you pulled your top off, neteyam was on you, large four fingered hand donning you a new choker.
â so pretty.. â he mumbled to himself before pushing you down to your knees, tweng already tossed to the side. your lips parted, tongue lolling out as you leaned forward, his hand came to the side of your face, gathering your attention.
â tap if you need to. â he barely got out before pushing his length past your lips and into your throat. you moaned out around his length, brain disregarding any and everything other than the thrusts of neteyamâs hips.
â fuck, your mouth is better like this. not talking to other men. â he mumbles, one hand caressing the side of your face as he fucks into you, the other hand resting on his hip.
you swallow around his tip, earning a deep groan from him. you looked up to your mate, mouth full of his dick and tears stinging your cheeks, he looked down, closing his eyes instantly,
â no- donât look at me like that- â his hips stuttered, ears pinning against his head as his head leaned backwards. the sight was too muchâtoo arousing. neteyamâs tummy tensed as he the image flashed in his head again, you werenât helping eitherânot while you were moaning and closing your throat around his cock the way you were.
neteyam took in a deep breath, trying to calm his mind, but as his tummy filled with air, the pool of arousal began to seep out.
â yn, i- â you nodded, pushing your head further down his cock to have your nose brushing against his pelvic bone. he groaned as his hips seized, booty clenching as he came down your throat. without a second thought, you swallowed it down, smiling up at him as he slipped out of your mouth. shakingly, he squats down to brush the hair out of your face as you catch your breath.
â are you okay? i wasnât too rough? â you shook your head, eyes still holding the blown lust that had him crumbling just moments ago.
â yeah te-te. âm okay. â you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, leaning froward to silently ask your mate for a kiss.
Husband!Miguel who surprises you by cooking dinner when you get home from work. Only you find him in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron, a look in his eyes telling you heâs hungry for something elseâŠ
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