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Cinders & Ash

Ewan x Reader

Warnings: No smut, but it’s definitely sensual. I’m planning on making multiple parts for you guys.

Overview: She is Tsahik in training of a forest clan. The Tìyawnìri people, those who dream. And he, a Mangkwan warrior, the people of fire and ash. When both clans collide in fierce battle, Ewan is stricken down. There, the young Tsahik in training sees it, the trail that leads to him.

She felt it before she saw him. The way Eywa’s hum thinned in the air—like breath held too long. Her fingers tightened around her bow as she slowed. The moss was cold, wet beneath her feet. A reminder of the night sky that cooled the earth beneath her. This part of the forest lay too close to the Ash paths. Too close to old warnings.

The cool trail beneath her toes grew warm. She smelt it before she saw it, the metallic scent of blood. Her tail flickered high with alert.

She should turn around. Turn around and return home.

Yet, her feet continued. Slowly following the trail of blood left behind.

The trail was fresh. Deep red blood smeared across rocks. She grows closer. Closer to the enemy, to the Mangkwan. She should stop now.

Instead, she follows it.

The trail led her to a dim ravine. It was dim beneath the canopy of trees. The air smelt faintly of smoke. And there, laying stiffly against a tree, a na’vi.

He’s covered in ash, dark, covering his form. His eyes meet hers.

“You are Mangkwan.” She states.

His eyes flicker with subtle recognition.

“I could kill you. I should kill you.” Her bow raises, arrow pointing.

His head cocks to the side, curiosity in his stare. “You are far from your paths.” He observes. His form is slouched, his large body slumped uncomfortably as he clutches at his abdomen.

“These are my clans forests…you trespass.” She rebuttals as her eyes trail over his form. “You’re bleeding—what happened?” She inquires quietly.

She should’ve shot him, right then and there. It was a clear shot. Something stopped her. Her body tingled with familiarity, her ears flicker with unease.

His jaw clenches, his form struggling to shift. “Your hunters.” He replies shakily. “They shoot first you…hesitate to shoot.”

That stung.

She stepped forward despite herself. Her senses flare— his scent sharp and smoky beneath blood and sweat. Wrong, dangerous. Her queue tingled faintly, an unfamiliar ache curling low in her spine.

She hated that.

“You should not be here.” She says as she kneels down, slowly.

His eyes watch hers.

“Neither should you.” He replies under his breath. “You are alone. Here. With me.”

His gaze dropped— briefly— to her throat, the slow rise of her chest, then returned to her eyes. Not possession. Awareness.

Electric.

Her breath caught before she could steady it.

She lowered the bow an inch. “If you move,” she warned, “I will not miss.”

“I believe you.” His voice dipped. “But you won’t shoot.”

“How do you know?”

“Because Eywa is loud around you,” he said. “And she has been silent with me for a long time.”

That did it.

Her heart stumbled painfully. No Mangkwan spoke of Eywa that way. They were not supposed to feel her. Not supposed to hear anything at all.

“You lie,” she whispered.

His expression hardened—not with anger, but something like old grief. “If I were lying, I would beg.”

Slowly, deliberately, he removed his hand from his side. Blood flowed freely now, dark and slick.

Her breath hitched.

“If you leave me,” he said, meeting her gaze without flinching, “I will bleed into your forest. Decide if that is something your goddess would want.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy and breathing.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the herbs at her belt.

“I should let you die,” she said.

“Yes,” he agreed.

Their eyes held.

She knelt anyway.

And somewhere deep beneath the roots of the world, Eywa listened.

Soooo, I am planning on making this a little series if it gets popular enough, and I’ll work on some artwork of our Mangkwan man. Love yall, peace.

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Warnings: Contains smut, smoking, drinking, and Eren. Pretty much a smut for Eren because..why not?

No, of course you didn’t care about what other people think. That’d be foolish. Yet, here you were. Avoiding the man who —moments earlier— had you in the back of his car. Eren Jaeger was well known at your college, hence why you were so on the fence about being seen with him. But who could really blame you? He didn’t have the best reputation.

You knew Eren. He wasn’t a complete and total idiot. In fact, in many ways he was brilliant. People only forgot about that part because of his dealings with drugs. Ok, yeah. You were involved with a dealer. A hot dealer who always managed to persuade you into his car. It always started as a smoke sesh. And somehow his pretty green eyes and a few sweet words had you in the backseat crying his name.

Despite the pleasure he provided, it always ended in a heated argument. Someone brings up a real relationship, or asks what they are, and you stop talking for weeks. Such as now. Things had ended poorly, and yes, he had called you out on your embarrassment towards being seen with him. And now, you were praying you wouldn’t have to see him at the party you were going to tonight.

“Earth to Y/N.” Ymir snaps you out of your thoughts as she nudges you forward.

Your heels hit the pavement, which slowly transitions into wood flooring. You’re immediately hit with the scent of weed and..whatever the other smell was. It was typical of the frat house, especially when Jean was hosting. He knew how to host a good party, and you always seemed to be on the invite list. Though you’re starting to think it’s because he wants to crush.

“Shit, I didn’t think there would be so many people here.” She shout over the music as Ymir enters behind you.

In response you receive a measly nod as the brunettes eyes wander around the house. With so many dancing bodies, it seemed impossible to find anyone. Yet, you were already being ditched. Your friend had spotted a certain short blonde in the waves of people.

Welp, time to get a drink. You think to yourself as you drift through the crowds. Heading towards the coolers in the corner of the room, right before the hallway. As you finally arrive to the cooler, a hand briefly finds the small of your back. Giving you a slight squeeze.

With a cheeky grin, Jean says, “Ya made it. Glad you could.”

Of course, who else would it be? With a smile you reply, “Of course. I always do.” You grab a beer, and begin to chat with Jean.

You’re close, his eyes occasionally traversing your form. Its obvious. So so obvious. Yet, you get a bit flustered from it. That look. It was so sexy, it almost reminded you of Eren. Eren—? Okay, that’s not hot. Or maybe it is? You weren’t quite sure how to feel. And— oh— speak of the devil. Your eyes peer over Jeans shoulder, spotting that familiar black leather jacket. That tall form, messy bun, sleepy gaze. It was odd how your stomach tightened at the sight of him. Eren always managed to do that to her, but it seemed worse than usual today. Maybe it was because he had his hand around her throat only a few hours ago. Fuck. Was it always this hot?

Your attention is soon reverted back to Jean, who’s leaning closer. “You look good in that dress.” His breath tickles your ear as he leans in. You laugh, softly.

“You’re sweet.” You return despite your eyes drifting back to Eren. God, he looked good tonight. You bet he smelled good too. And— who the fuck is that?

For a moment, you feel your hand tighten around the beer can in your hand. Your glare fixated on the bitch who was dancing with Eren. Her dumb black hair, and perfect body. But you guys weren’t together, so why did it matter? Why did it matter that seeing Eren dance with another girl..irked you? Maybe it was the fact that he was giving her the look he gives you. Or the way his hands caressed her back. Or maybe— you swallow as your gaze locks with his. You feel that hint of anger. That pettiness he always held with him. What an ass. At the sight of you, he seems to pull the girl closer. His hands resting on her waist.

Fine then, two can play that game. He wants to go tit for tat? You can go tit for tat. Your eyes avert back to Jean, locking with his. You get on your tippy toes, a hand finding Jean’s broad shoulder as your lips tickle his ear. “I’m glad you invited me.” You say sweetly.

It almost seems instant, the way Jean’s hand finds your hip, pulling you against him. “Of course, couldn’t go the whole night without your pretty face.” Okay, he was a bit corny. So what? The look of pure jealously on Eren’s face made it worth it. And— oh— was he walking over? That look on his face. Anger. God, the way his brows furrowed and his eyes fixed on you was heart stopping. You subconsciously pull away from Jean, your eyes on Eren’s approaching form.

“We’re leaving.” His hand finds yours, tugging you away from Jean, who sports a look of disbelief. He almost seemed as shocked as the girl Eren had left behind. You flash a smug look at her as you allow Eren to pull you to the front yard. Where, behind a line of cars, his car sat. It was all flooding back. The feeling of his breath on your neck. His hands forcing you to do what he wants. You swallows with anticipation.

“Say it again.” His voice is now and demanding as his hand grips your throat. Firm, rough, and so fucking mean. The backseat had grown stuffy from the heat of you two. The leather of his seats stuck to your skin as he kept you pinned to the chair. You’d seen him angry, but jealous? And like this? Fuck, you almost wanted to do it more often. Plapping fills the car each time he collides with you. The head of his cock nestling itself right against your cervix with every mean thrust.

You’re squealing, your nails grasping at his huge biceps as he fucks into you like an animal. “I’m yours!” You cry after he lands a slap on your thigh. Despite the sting, you found yourself growing more aroused. Your pretty cunt continuing to leak onto his big angry cock. You could feel him. All of him. The way his balls slapped against your ass, the way his dick curved up and hit all the right spots. And fuck, the way he muttered degrading praise into your ear as he nibbled at your delicate skin.

“That’s my girl. Always a good whore for me.” He groans against your neck as he speeds up. And fuck was that doing you in. Your hands quickly find his back, nails digging crescents into his skin as he fucks into you.

“Fuck yes! M’cumming—!” Your voice is shrill with pleasure as your legs tense. Your feet hitting the car door as they extend. Oh, but he wasn’t done. Swiftly, he removes his cock. A hiss leaving the both of you. Though his is quickly muffled as his tongue swirls around your clit. He spits and slurps, sucking at your already sensitive pussy. His strong arms had your thighs together, your legs trembling as you attempted to push his head away. You were cumming. Your clit throbbing as juices spill onto his face.

It was almost like torture, the way his cool metal tongue piercing kept lapping at your clit. Sucking at it until you began to push his head. Only earning a smack on the ass in response. You were already on your third orgasm, and he wasn’t anywhere near finished. Fuck. Fuck it was too much. “Wait— m’sorry.” You blubber out as you wriggle beneath him. Only receiving more fervent slurps. You want to cry, the heat in your core growing to be too much. And it seems he’s pulling back. A strings of saliva connecting him and your pretty pussy. She’s so tired, he knows this. Yet, here he is. Flipping you over onto your stomach so that he can eat it from the back.

He’s quick to bury his face into your pussy. His hands squeezing and molding your ass as he digs his nose against your cunt. You’re so good. So pretty, and his. This was only a lesson.

“Oh fuck..” You groan out as drool leaves your lips. Dribbling onto the seat that was smushed against your cheek as you laid there and took it. He was a bully. A hot fucking bully.

He eats you out like a starved man. Nasty noises leaving, orgasm after orgasm causing your juices to make a mess on his seats. He kept going, until finally he stops. His jaw was tired, and you were seeing stars. “You’re mine. Don’t ever pull a fucking stunt like that again.” He grunts out firmly as he plants a final smack to your plump ass.

(Jealous Eren is hot.)

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Hey y’all, so I know I keep asking, but I’m kind of thinking of writing for insomniac spider-man x black cat sorta reader. Also curious! Would you guys prefer me to write using (you/your) or continue using she/her? Also if I do, it’ll probably be more spicy.

Yes write for him!

I’m not really feeling it

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Earth 42!Miles x Reader

The buzzing of the drill was soon drowned out by the shattering glass.

Summary: After a talk with Miles, reader finds herself at the nail salon. She was treating herself, just as he had requested. But that self care day soon turns into much more. Part 1. Here

Warnings: A little angst? Violence | Cursing | Some spice I suppose. | I’m gonna warn y’all now, I do not speak Spanish fluently at all, so if anything is wrong grammatically please correct me. | I’m actually thinking of making this into a mini series? Maybe a part. 3 after this. Also! Open to some title ideas.

Miles kept his promise. He sent her money to get her nails done. Which is why now she sat in her usual salon, her friend Roxanne drilling at her nails. The salon was hidden deep within the city, a little hole in the wall. With New York in shambles, people had to find some sort of way to feel normal. “What design are we doing this time Y/N? Freestyle again?” Y/N shook her head at her pink haired friend, causing her Roxy to smirk. “Oh, I see. What’s the idea then?”

“Was thinking of doing purple and black. Maybe a little green.” Those were Miles signature colors. His prowler costume consisted of different shades of purple and black, and she was sure her friend could come up with something good. “Hm, that’s new. Alright whatever you say.” Roxy gave a fond smile before getting to work. As she did so, Y/N found herself pondering on what to do after getting her nails done. Maybe go get some food, check on a few friends, avoid the crooks on every street. Possibly invite Miles over for a late night rendezvous. She sighed at the thought. She was completely smitten with the guy.

As time went by, and Roxy made quick progress, a low rumble began to stir beneath their feet. Followed by the loud roar of an engine. She traded a look with Roxy, who had a brow raised in suspicion. “You feel that too?” She questioned as the drill buzzed just above Y/Ns nail. “Yeah, what the hell is that?” She replied to the woman with dyed hair. It wasn’t just the two who noticed. Most people within the nail salon glanced around, concerned and confused by the sudden rumbling. The same rumbling that suddenly stopped. “Maybe it’s construction.” Roxy chimed, doing her best to stay optimistic. Then she got right back to work. The drill buzzed, shaving down the black base of the nail. “What’s got you so preppy? You still with that guy?” Y/N flushed at the question, her gaze averting from Roxy’s. “Yeah, we’re still together. He’s a really good guy, just really busy.” She fawned. “That’s good, glad you’re doing well girl. Was getting worried about you after the whole..” Roxy’s voice trailed off, and Y/N took this as a chance to cut in, “I’m fine Rox, he makes me feel happy. I promise.” She gave her a look of confirmation and Roxanne only nodded.

The atmosphere of the salon was pleasant, relaxing. She found herself spacing out, her eyes focusing in on nothing too important while she lightly bopped her head to the music playing in the background. Then the rumbling returned, and much louder this time around. It sounded close, too close for comfort. Following the noise, her eyes landed on an incoming cop car. She could barely make out the sparking metal of the rim where the missing tire was before the car skidded onto the it’s side and tumbled into the big front window of the salon. The crashing of glass filled the shop, along with the blaring siren and tumbling debris. Y/N ducked down at the sight of the crash, pulling Roxy along with her as the broken down car came to a slow stop in the middle of the salon.

Amidst the carnage, she could faintly make out the crumpled figure of a cop within the drivers seat. She had no clue who the guy was. In fact, she had no clue what was even going on. All she knew was the salon was in utter ruins, and the car was spilling oil into a large puddle beneath it. She felt overwhelmed by the sight. By the sirens ringing in her ears, by the smoke rising from the cars engine. “Holy fuck..Rox we gotta get out of here!” She half whispered half shouted. Her hand found Roxy’s, giving it a light tug as she led the shell shocked woman to the wide opening left by the car. “Hurry up girl..! I’m not trying to die here..” She almost hissed. As they made their way past the wrecked car, the smoke from the debris and vehicle flooded their lungs. Roxy began to cough, heavy and intense. This would’ve caught her attention if the incoming villain didn’t. He was large, bulky, and clad in dark angular armor. His aura oozed superiority, while his hardly visible eyes were stuck on the cop unconscious in the car. It would seem the armored man had a target. With this new found knowledge (assumption), she made haste towards the exit, somehow managing to slither out without catching the attention of the man in armor. “Rox..we gotta get out of here man. Before that big dude spots us..” She muttered as they hid behind large pieces of debris. Her eyes took a glance over the fallen pieces of building, the sight of the man approaching the car bringing a sort of relief to her. “What are you talking about Y/N? We can’t leave that cop in there. That guy will kill him..!” Y/Ns jaw slacked, shocked by her friends desire to rush into danger. “The hell are you talking about? We’ll be squashed like bugs if we go in there..” She found Roxy’s arm, and have it a harsh squeeze as she tried to get the woman to stay back. Though it would seem to be pointless. Roxy was already slipping away and sneaking her way back into the building.

Y/Ns hands found her hair. Her fingers tugged at the root as she watched frantically as her friend entered the building once more. “What the hell am I supposed to do. I can’t fight that dude he’s fucking huge..and I’ll be caught if I-“ She paused mid sentence as she came to a realization. And soon she was dialing Miles’ number, hoping that the fool would answer his phone.

“Please pick up..please..fuck.” Click, “Yeah, what’s up ma?”

“Oh thank fuck-“ A breath of relief left her now chapped lips, she had never been so thankful to hear his voice. “Miles, baby, you need to come quick!.. I was getting my nails done and then a cop car bursted through the damn window..now some big armor dude is about to kill him and my friend is trying to be a hero tryna save him..” Her words were quick, breathy, and frantic. And Miles immediately took notice of this. “Im..im at my usual place. Need you to hurry.” She whispered into the phone as she attempted to peek over to the scene that was unfolding.

“I’m on my way now.” Was all she received from her boyfriend. She wanted to respond, truly. But her tongue was tied, and her friend was about to be fighting for her life. Roxy had managed to get the cop out of the car, now dragging him out as quickly as she could, slippery streams of oil leaving a trail behind. “Cmon Rox..” She had long forgotten about her phone, and found herself at a crossroads. Should she help, be the good person she was raised to be? Or should she sit there and do nothing? She gulped, her hand visibly shaking around her phone as she mentally began to hype herself up. She had no clue what the rhino was doing this in the middle of the day, or any clue why he was only after the cop. But what she did know was that her friend was in danger. “Y/N? What’re you about to do?” She heard from the other side of the line. However, she didn’t reply. Instead she rushed over, still crouched down behind rubble as she made her way inside. “Rox! Rox..cmon grab his heavy ass and let’s get the hell out of here.” She cursed out as she found the man’s arm and tugged him away from the car, he was much more heavy than she had anticipated. “Thank you Y/N.” Roxy replied before tugging at the cops other arm. They worked to pull him out as quickly as possible, but the rhino took notice of this. His hard glare turned deadly, and he visibly uttered something inaudible to the panicking woman. “Hurry! Hurry!”

He growled, his head lowering as he changed positions. At first, she wasn’t sure what he was doing, and then she realized. He was charging, at them.

She dropped the cops arm and attempted to pull Roxanne off of the cop, her movements quick and frantic. And she almost budged, but it would seem as though shock had gotten to her, her grip unbreakable. “Roxy cmon!” She screamed, shrill with panic. They were going to die. They were going to die in a broke down nail salon because her friend wanted to save a cop. Y/Ns eyes slammed shut as she waited for the inevitable. Her breath caught in her throat at the incoming impact, but it never came. Instead the crash of another vehicle caused her ears to ring, followed by large hands shaking her out of her fear. “Hey. Hey you okay? Talk to me!” Her eyes shot open, her hands coming up to wrap around the figures wrists. “M- Mil- prowler.” She was absolutely relieved to see him, to hear that robotic filter on his voice as she stared at his mask. “I’m..okay..where’s uhm.” She took a moment, swallowing as she gathered herself. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, and her body was shaking with unease. She swallowed, spit wetting her dry mouth. Quickly she collected herself. “Roxy, where’s Roxy? And that cop?”

“They’re fine, but we gotta go before that dude wakes up. Cmon.” He said as he turned around and pulled her onto his back. She didn’t bother arguing, she didn’t have the energy. Somehow, Miles managed to drag all three of them out of the crash sight and far enough out of harms way. It was a dingy alley way, trash and other none-sense tossed around. Y/N was still resting on his back, her cheek pressed against his shoulder as her arms wrapped around his neck. “Thought I was gonna die back there.” She uttered the words, but he heard them loud and clear. “Nah, I would never let that happen. You know that mami. I called the cops for your friend and that man. You’re coming home with me.” He wasn’t asking, he was telling, and she was perfectly fine with that.

-

Miles slipped into his apartment through the window, and trudged inside. He tossed his metal gauntlet onto the floor, his hands free to lay her onto his bed. The plush mattress underneath her body managing to relax her muscles. Miles didn’t join her in bed immediately. Instead he was packing his suit up along with his gauntlets, before stepping back over. Now in a simple black tank top and sweats. His gaze was soft, solemn even. His hand found a strand of her hair, fiddling with it as he watched her cautiously. “Wanna go clean up? I can start a bath or shower for you..” He asked as he took a seat on the bed beside her.

“Yeah, all this damn dust and sweat is gonna make me look a hot mess.” He gave a small chuckle at her joke, though he wasn’t all to amused by the entire situation. He figured it was best to get her comfortable before talking about anything. “Ight. Cmon then ma.” His hands went under her body, picking her up princess style and bringing her over to the bathroom. “I’ll bring you a towel and wash cloth, just gimme a sec.” He gently set her down, his hand lingering on her arm before he left only to briefly return.

“I left some clothes for you on the counter.” He mentioned before placing a kiss upon her forehead and departing from the restroom. She smiled, thankful for his presence. And soon she hopped in the shower. It was relaxing, the hot water pattering gently across her skin. The feeling of cleanliness as she washed the remainders of the day away.

Eventually, she was hopping out of the shower and putting the clothes he had given her on. It wasn’t anything special. Just a pair of his shorts and a shirt, but it felt special to her. Y/N made her way through Miles (Rio’s) apartment, finding her way into the kitchen to snatch up a few snacks. Thankfully Mrs. Morales was fast asleep in her room, so she went without questioning. Y/N made her way back to Miles’ room, entering and shutting the door behind her. His room was mature, calm colors, basic necessities. The usual stuff. Plus his punching bag that she played with on the occasion. From the windows opening, she could see the moons light shining through. She was a bit surprised to see how dark it had gotten. But, she had no issue with it. Not when she was still alive. She gave Miles a faint smile, “Don’t think I’ve ever been so thankful for a shower.” She chimed jokingly as she set the snacks down onto the bedside table. Then she plopped back down on his bed and wrapped herself up in his blanket. Miles was currently standing in front of his closet, fiddling with a glove from his suit as though he was contemplating something. This caught her attention. Sitting up, she sighed. “So, how exactly did you beat that guy?” She inquired, which caused his eyes to meet hers.

“Threw my motorcycle at him. Knocked him down long enough to get you out.” He said before tossing his glove onto his desk chair and making his way over to the bed. Her jaw was wide at his explanation, surprised at his confession. “Your motorcycle? Are you serious babe? That’s fucking crazy.” He only smirked as his hands intruded the blanket and his arms wrapped firmly around her torso. “I’ll just make another one with Unc.” His weight caused her to fall back on his bed, her head now snug in his pillow. His arms felt comforting around her as his head rested on her chest, his soft breaths managing to calm her down. Her hands found his hair, now fiddling with the ends of his braids. Sure, it wasn’t her first time seeing them, but she certainly thought the style suited him well. “I like them, they’re cute.” She said, which caused him to shift and rest his chin on her chest. He had a satisfied look on his face, one only a victor would wear.

“Knew you did. Mom thought they made me look weird, but eh, I think I like them.”

“Good, they suit you.” She nodded in agreement. They sat in silence for a moment, watching each other with gentle eyes. Her hands scratched lightly at his scalp, managing to make his eyes shut. It would seem that the only time Miles could truly allow himself to feel vulnerable, was around her. After a few minutes of pleasant silence, Miles spoke again, his tone much more serious. “Me dejaste preocupado mami..” He muttered, his words muffled as he burried his face back into her chest. This made her heart ache, her brows knitting with concern. “Mi vida, I’m okay now. You saved me..and my friend. Thank you.” He shook his head. “Next time you run. Call me, I’ll help your little friends. For now though, you’re my main priority.” He proclaimed before sitting up from her chest and leaning up to kiss her lips. “I’m serious Y/N. You run.” He spoke against her lips.

“Okay..” She mumbled, her eyes shut and her hands resting on his jaw. Her lips grazed his, the distance growing tantalizingly close. And finally he pressed back into her, lips meshing into hers as his hands traversed her sides. “So glad you’re okay..” He said in a hushed manner as he poured his love into every movement. His kisses slowly began to lower, finding her neck, then her collar bone, and- she hissed. Wincing beneath him, her body tensed and he froze. His hard stare lingered on her, awaiting a sign to stop or continue. “Sorry, think I got a bruise or something. You can keep going Miles.” He didn’t. Not there.

His hands found her legs, now pulling her thighs apart just enough to get closer to her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the anticipation of what’s to happen making her giddy with excitement. “Relajate, Y/N. You’re tired and need to rest.” He said as he shifted them around, the two of them now lying on their sides wrapped in one another’s arms. This caused her to sigh, a frown on her face as she glared up at him. “Don’t look at me like that. You just went through a lot, don’t want you hurting yourself more.” He said as he tugged the blanket over their forms.

“Next time don’t start it if you’re not gonna finish it Miles.” She scoffed before scooting into his chest, his familiar scent drawing a small grin from her. “Who said I wouldn’t finish it mami? Just letting you get better first.” She could feel him smirk against her head as he rested his face against the crown of it. His words were enough to silence her, along with the sudden depletion of adrenaline. The two snuggled together, the soft blankets paired with the warmth of one another was enough to make them dreary. “Fine..Goodnight, love you Miles.”

“Te amo ma.”

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Spider-man!Hobie Brown x Reader

Side note: I did my best to keep reader gender neutral for everyone 🫶😍. Also made it more friendly than flirty. 😔 sorry y’all. (Basically more platonic, BUT if I make another I may make it romantic.)

Summary: Just reader and Hobie hopping dimensions and taking out bad guys.

Warnings: None? A little violence ig. Just reader and him bickering. Not proof read 🙁 I got lazy as hell.

“Yo Hob, where’s my mask at?” You asked as you watched yourself in the mirror. Your tooth brush sudsy with toothpaste as you quickly brushed at your teeth.

Crashing with Gwen and Hobie was certainly a risky decision to make, but with you always traversing the multi-verses you never stayed anywhere for too long. Which is why you were staying with the two. Well, staying with Hobie. Gwen was currently out on the hunt for a new anomaly, and you were eager to get to work with her.

“Didn’t you leave it on the couch?” He responded as he slipped his ripped leather jacket over his shoulders. The man was already geared up and ready to go. “I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you.” You retorted with the roll of your eyes. You soon rinsed your mouth out with water and tossed your toothbrush into a cup. As you went to exit the bathroom, you took notice of the lack of toilet paper (courtesy of living with two other people), and sighed. “We need more toilet paper Hobie, we’ve already run out.”

He peeked his head throw the doorway, taking a glance at what you had mentioned and laughed. “Ain’t that something. We’ll buy some from a different universe, I’d rather not provide to this crappy economy. Now hurry it up mate, we’ve already got a mission.” You scoffed at his stubbornness as you headed towards the cluttered living area. Per-usual, it was a mess. But you didn’t have time for that now. You dug under piles of junk and gadgets until finally you got your hands on your mask. “Ew..” You grumbled as you stared at the ink stain on the side of your mask. Shooting a look towards Hobie, he only returned it with a grin before pulling his mask over his face.

“We’re cleaning this place up when we get back. Now let’s go.”

The two of you departed, a portal appearing in front of you. The dynamic shapes and colors had grown to be something of a norm to you, though you couldn’t say the same as you hopped through it and shot through the tunnel. It still managed to twist and turn your stomach up.

-

“I believe this is the place.” Hobie chimed as the two of you clung to a building side. “Ya think?” Hobie only chuckled at your sarcasm, having already grown quite used to it.

The evening sunset was almost as mesmerizing as the large mountain of houses. They followed along a road that spiraled all the way down to where they stood. It was like staring up at a giant version of the Aztec temples. “Sometimes I forget how different these universes can be. Alright Hobie, you know who we’re looking for so lead the way.”

He gave you a pat on the back before shooting out a web and pulling himself in the air. You could only smile at his playfulness and follow his movements, now swinging yourself towards the top of the mountain. The area was vibrant with warm colors, reds, blues, and green accenting the bright gold of the buildings. You’d been to plenty of universes, but none quite as beautiful as this. Smells of food, and seasonings flooded your nostrils, as well as the chattering of the busy streets. “Cool innit? Went here once with Gwendy, was a little preoccupied though.”

“With?” You questioned as you worked your way to the top of the mountain.

“This wild variant of the lizard. He was huge! More of a crocodile I’d say.” His enthusiastic attitude seemed to infect you, another smile creeping it’s way onto your face. “That sounds cool as hell. Yo is that who we’re looking for?” Your eyes widened as your spider sense raised your alert. Up ahead stood a large statue, though unlike usual statues, this one was moving. It worked at ripping a large jewel that stood at the very top of the mountain. Hobie, who had been swinging backwards, spun around, the lenses of his mask widening. Then they narrowed. He pulled his guitar from over his shoulder, holding it in one hand as he swung himself towards the golden statue. “Taking that as a yes.”

You webbed the side of two buildings, tugging at the webbing and slingshotting yourself towards the chaos. “I’ll get its legs, you- do whatever. I know you don’t like to listen.” You huffed out.

“You know me so well, love.” He said as he went to taking out the giant. You went to do the same, now swinging your webs around the statues legs. While at first your idea was working, the giant seemed to have a mind of its own. It ripped the webbing in half, but in doing so lost its balance. It tumbled, falling backwards and heading straight for the edge of the cliff. You tried not to panic, and Hobie was now joining you in stopping the giants potential destruction of the golden city. You worked at making a canopy between two poles, the wide wall of webs ready to catch the giant in its grasp.

Hobie stood at the top of a building, webs shot out to slow the giants fall. He strained, pulling back at the web lines. And it worked. The giant was caught in their web.

The two of you met up, now standing in the orange dirt with a victorious look. Then you glanced at one another. “High five?”

Their hands met, the sound of victory ringing in their ears. “High five. Hell yeah Y/N!” His arm found its way around your shoulders, tugging you closer as he spouted jokes. However, you interrupted, “We still have to clean up when we get back.” Hobie’s jubilant expression turned unamused, and he sucked his teeth sighing at your seriousness.

“We really gotta loosen you up love. Now let’s get this guy back in his universe.” His thick accent made it difficult for you to comprehend at first, but once you did, you nodded. The two of you had completed your mission, unscathed, and with time to spare. You were certainly impressed with your efficient work.

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So what’re y’all’s thoughts on me writing for hobie?

😼 Hell yeah

😹 no ma’am

Voting ended onJun 5, 2023

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No because this art is too good 😍🫶 also credits to the artist ofc!

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Sooo I already have part.2 of Earth 42!Miles written out and was wondering when I should release it 🥶😜

Tuesday

Wednesday

Or doesn’t need a part 2

Voting ended onJun 5, 2023

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Earth 42!Miles x reader

Summary: Reader grows suspicious of Miles, and eventually puts all the clues together. He’s the prowler. And she’s avoiding him. Ignoring his texts, calls, anything else. So finally, he confronts her.

Warnings: None really? Cursing, some kissing here and there, pretty fluffy. Nothing too bad (though if I make a part two I can’t say the same.) Not proofread at all- part.2 here

The text simply read, “Really Y/N?”

Her brows raised, confusion finding her expression at her boyfriends text. For the past few months Miles has been very suspicious. Leaving with his uncle to go gods knows where in this broken down city. “What is he talking about..?” She muttered to herself as she stared at the grey bubble. Her thumbs hovered over the screen as thoughts jumbled together in her mind. Did he know? Did he know that she found out?

She shut the phone off, setting it down on the balcony’s thin railing. Her eyes fell upon the dim city, the neon purple and green colliding together in a fierce blend of colors. She always reminisced about how the city was before crime took over. It was normal, you were able to walk the streets without being snatched or robbed. Maybe even killed depending how far into the city you go. A sigh aired from her lips, her head hanging down as she leaned against the railing. Her arms kept her propped up, allowing her to take a step back so that she had room to rest her head onto her forearms. “So you just gonna leave me on seen mami?” She jolted, her head shooting up and taking a peek over her shoulder. Behind her on the fire escape was miles, his relaxed demeanor coming as no surprise. His bulky coat, jeans, and Nike airs drawing a small smile to her face.

“Sorry Miles..got a bit distracted. Thinking.” She chuckled under her breath, attempting to break the ice. Miles approached, now leaning against the railing beside her with a hardly noticeable smirk. “So, you’re just gonna pretend you don’t know? Y/N.” His gaze hardened, his eyes now boring into the side of her head. This caused her to close her eyes, a sharp inhale coming from her. “That’s all I can do, ain’t it?” She paused, taking a moment before turning around, now propping her elbows onto the railing. She rested her back against the rusted metal, her shoulders relaxing as her eyes met his. “Miles, I know you’re doing what you think is right..I’m not gonna tell you off or anything. I just- fuck I wish you just told me. You buy me all these things, and earn all this money, and I knew..I knew it wasn’t from anything good. But you being the..” Her voice caught in her throat, her lips pursing together into a thin line as she struggled to speak the name. Miles took notice of this almost immediately. His smirk was gone, now flat teetering on the edge of a frown. His pretty hazel eyes raked up and down her figure before returning to her gaze. He held it, his stare unnerving. “Being the what ma?” He inquired, his brows furrowing ever so slightly. This ticked her off, his attempt to bluff, or change the topic. Or whatever the hell he wanted to call it. She scoffed, her hands raised in defense as she stood from the comfort of the railing. “Are you being serious Miles? You’re just gonna pretend like I don’t know what im talking about? I saw the suit. And you’re always leaving with your uncle to wherever the hell y’all go. Fuck- if you’re just gonna sit here and glare at me then go somewhere.”

“Y/N, chill.” He said. No, commanded, and Y/N did not like that. “The fuck you mean chill? Miles, how are we gonna be in a relationship and you’re just gonna lie to me the entire time? Psh, you can have this back.” She reached behind her neck, pulling the necklace with their initials off and tossing it at him. He caught it almost instinctively, the silver necklace now resting in his palm. He sighed, his hand coming up to rest on his braids. “Cmon mami, don’t be like this. I was only trying to protect you. Don’t you get that man?” He stepped closer, his hand coming to take a hold of hers. He laced his fingers with hers, his pretty eyes focusing in on her. “Why would I tell you something that could get you killed? escúcheme mami.” He let go of her hand, now holding the necklace up and wrapping it around her neck. “I would never want to hurt you, you know this. I didn’t want to tell you that for that reason.” He clipped the necklace together, the shiny metal now resting around her neck. “You know I wouldn’t want you to get hurt, right ma?” She blinked, her stomach swirling with that familiar feeling. Butterflies, this man always gave her butterflies. “Right..I’m sorry I just..-“ He cut in, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. “You’re talking too much ma.” He says before placing a pleasant kiss onto her lips. It’s gentle, patient, and forgiving. It almost has her knees buckling. Her arms wrap around his neck, his hand now finding sanction on her hips. Their lips lingered for a moment, the silence being broken by the honking and chattering of the crime ridden city. And while the city was a complete hell, Miles made everything so worth it. And it was the same for him. Her and his mother kept him going. Slowly they parted, though their noses were now nuzzling against one another as they rested in one another’s arms. “M’proud of you baby..you work so hard for us.” She muttered, which only drew a hum from him.

The two were so immersed in one another that they hadn’t taken notice of Aaron standing at the bottom of the fire escape. His lips curved into a smirk as he watched the two coddle one another. “Yo Miles, Cmon man. You can see your girl later. We got stuff to do.” He shouted up to them, drawing the two from their entanglement. Miles retreated from her arms, a small smile decorating his purple tinted face, the city lights making him look oh so good. “I’ll see you later ma, Ight? And go check on my mom for me yeah? Thanks.” He said as he began to climb down the stairwell. “Te amo mami.” He shouted from the distance. “Love you too baby!” She shouted back gleefully while waving him and Aaron goodbye. And just as you thought he was about to leave, Miles popped back up, strolling over and placing his hand under her chin.

He grasped it lightly, his lips finding hers once more. Yet, this kiss was much more intense. He bit and nipped at her lips, all whilst he watched her face contort, melting into his kiss. The kiss lingered, as did his lips as he pulled away. His pretty hazel eyes took in her flushed out face, his lips curling into a smirk. “Imma send you some money later mami, so you can get your nails done in that color I like. Kay?” He said before finally, he departed. He hopped back down and joined Aaron.

Y/N stood there, her face hot and her body even hotter as she pondered on his words. She knew exactly what he wanted. With one last sigh she retreated back into the open window behind her, her dimly lit bedroom greeting her. Tonight she would go to sleep with a clear conscience, no longer needing to worry about Miles and his secret escapades.

[ichangedmycornyahhname]

Spider-Man x Spider!Reader

Summary: Despite it being the holidays, you find yourself sitting alone in tears. Until somebody comes by to make things all better.

Warnings: None, just really fluffy (I guess a little angsty but overall really cute, also kinda short). (Gender neutral reader). (Not proofread).

Your head lulled back, eyes gazing up at the dazzling stars above. The cold bit at your skin, each gentle breeze blowing snow across your face. It was end of December, nearing the holidays which most people enjoyed. It meant spending time with family, friends, and enjoying the coziness of your home. Except you’d be fighting crime and stopping thieves like the year before, and the one before that.

The Empire State Building was an excellent place to get away from the crowded city of Manhattan. The lights weren’t as blinding or as euphoric as that of the city. Instead they were dimmed by the distance, only bright enough to see the white puffs of air that slipped through your mask. This year would be your first without your Grandmother who had moved away from the city in order to be safer. Her involvement with you and your spider life had grown out of hand, she had become a target. Which meant she had to leave. At the time you had no issue with it, in fact you encouraged her to depart. But now that you looked back, you were alone in the city, fighting crime and living off of a crappy job. A long sigh flared your nostrils, the cool air fogging up at the change of temperature.

Maybe you should give her a call, see how she’s doing. Without a second thought you pulled your phone out, going into your contacts and gazing at your grandmothers name. And that’s when you felt them. The hot tears soaking your mask as you sniffled softly. You didn’t want to cry, but the tears had a force of their own. The hand with your phone went limp as your gaze returned to the sky, and your lip warbled with grief.

“Hey, you okay?” You jolted, lenses widening at the sudden appearance of Spider-Man. He stood crouched on the side of the building just below you, an inquisitive look on his face. “Fine.” You responded curtly as you adverted your gaze, a sniffle leaving you. This garnered a soft ‘right’ from the man. It wasn’t as though this was the first time the two have met. You two were actually fond of one another whenever you did meet. Which is why he was now making his way up the building side to take a seat beside you. “Stress?” He questioned as he situated himself.

“I guess you could say that.” You chuckled dimly, although his presence had managed to lighten your mood just a bit. “What about you? How come you’re up here?”

“Being your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man can be a tedious task.” He joked as he stared down at the city. “I believe you.” You gave a smile beneath your mask before rubbing at your arms.

“Cold?” You knew the question was rhetorical, but you couldn’t help but respond with a chuckle. “Heh, yeah..freezing tonight.” He only nodded in response, the red and blue of his suit shining in the moonlight. “Well, here. This was for a friend but, it seems like you need it more.” He picked up a box from beside him, handing it over to you. You accepted reluctantly, giving him a look of confusion before taking a peek at the rectangular red box. Carefully, you opened it, revealing the crumpled up pieces of tissue paper and carefully knitted scarf and hat. You pulled the pieces of clothing out, wrapping the scarf around your neck, and placing the hat on your head. Instantly you felt warmer, inside and out. Your heart skipped a beat, and your stomach swelled with butterflies. “It’s perfect.” You muttered as you analyzed the cream colored scarf. Then you took a glance at Spider-Man, then back at the scarf, then to him once more. You scooted closer, lifting the bottom half of your mask to place a gentle kiss on his cheek and mumbling a small ‘thank you’.

This reaction came as a surprise to Peter. Sure, he knew you would love the scarf and hat, but the kiss? For once he was gracious for the mask that he wore, for his face now burned with embarrassment. “Y..you’re welcome.” He uttered under his breath as his eyes searched yours, a comfortable yet tension filled silence ghosting by. And for that small moment you both questioned your friendship. But only for that moment. You were the first to break the silence, your hand patting his shoulder lightly as you stood from the buildings ledge. “You made my night a lot better Spidey. But the city needs saving, and we can’t both enjoy the snow. I’ll see you again!” You pounced from the building, diving down head first. The wind whisked across your face, cold and sharp, completely contrasting the feeling in your stomach. You shot a web at the nearest building and swung off into the hectic city, a smile gracing you beneath the mask. You’d certainly call your grandmother later to catch her up on the latest developments.

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Miguel O’Hara x spider-person!reader

Summary: Reader returns to the web of life after a run in with another spider person. Miguel of course isn’t too happy to hear about them interfering with other dimensions.

Warnings: smut- slutty smut | Miguel using his fangs and Talons to tease | Backshots? 🫶 | A little degrading | Choking | Kinda fluffy ig? | Miguel might be outta character but whatever

She gulped, hands fiddling with one another as she walked through the twisting cavern where all of the other spider people resided. She knew she had screwed up, but she wasn’t about to let someone punch her and get away with it. Even if it may or may not have screwed up a timeline or two. Typically she’d find a way to avoid such a thing, or at least fix it. But this time, he had found out before she could do anything.

It’s not as though she didn’t like Miguel. In fact, the two had flirted once or twice. But it would seem their little fling was merely that. A fling. Which is why she was expecting a harsh lecture from the man.

She entered the lab he stayed in, the bright red, blue, and yellow lights beginning to overstimulate her eyes. Yet the large dark figure standing amongst it all is what kept her attention. “How many times do I have tell you?—“ He turned around, the lenses of his mask narrowing as he glared down at her. “You don’t go off without back up. Now you’ve gone and messed everything up Y/N.” He wasn’t wrong, and she knew it. That was why his words irritated her so. Her brows knitted, her twisting into a frown as she spoke up.

“You go out without backup all of the time Miguel. So how is this any different.” Her snarky comment seemed to do something to the Spider-Man, because he now found himself curling his hands open and closed as he inches closer to her. “Is that your excuse Y/N?” His curt response didn’t come as any shock to her, and all she could seem to do was shake her head and cross her arms. “That’s what I thought.”

That little comment only added more fuel to the fire. Her eyes narrowed beneath her mask, her arms unfolding as she turned around and began to walk away. She wouldn’t listen to his idiotic comments. Not today. Instead she attempted to excuse herself before she said anything she would regret. Although it would seem to be too late for that. In an instant she found her body being pushed against a cluttered desk, her cheek smushed against the cool metal. Her wrists were pinned beside her head, large firm hands grasping each. “Miggy— what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m getting sick of that attitude Y/N. Always rolling your eyes and making stupid jokes.” She jolted, the soft graze of a needle drawing her attention. Except, it wasn’t a needle. It was the small talons on his finger tips gently pricking at her suit. The odd feeling brought an even odder feeling within her stomach. And soon she found herself trying to look back at Miguel who was currently teasing at her shoulder blades with his fangs. They were sharp and prickled her back in just the right way. “Miggy..” She sputtered as her back arched, hips curving up in an attempt to get even the tiniest bit of friction. “Sit still.” Was all she received.

His hands traveled down her body, slowly trailing down her back, following the slight curve of her spine until finally his hands remained firm on her ass. His thumbs grazed over her bottom, squeezing and fondling as his kisses along her back trailed down. “Oh crap—“ Cool air slipped into her suit as the crotch area was torn through the middle and something warm intruded. Miguel’s finger rubbed circles around her sensitive area, the soft fabric of her panties drawing a chuckle from him. “So quick with comebacks, and now you’re wiggling your hips for me like a slut. How cute.” The sarcasm in his voice almost made her tell him to shut up, but his tongue interrupted before she could get another word out. The warmth of his tongue felt unfamiliar, as did the resounding slap that echoed through the place. Her ass stung, a whine leaving her as his thumb rubbed circles around the stricken area. “You’ll be fine.” He grumbled before he began to lap at her cunt. His tongue worked at her clit, licking and slurping lazily. And while he wasn’t even trying, she found herself humming softly at his touch. He continued to lap at her while using his hands to keep her in place. “Damnit wait-“

For once Miguel actually listened. His tongue no longer pressed pleasantly against her body, and he instead stood from his knees. “I didn’t mean literally- I just-“

Smack

A yelp of surprise bounced off the walls, her head lifting as Miguel’s hand remained stuck to her behind. A small smile was on his lips, the lenses of his mask narrowing ever so slightly. She knew that look. Miguel lifted one of her legs, hoisting it onto the table so that one leg was up and the other supported her. The bottom half of his suit was pushed down to his upper thighs, his happy trail peeking beneath the upper half of his suit. His meaty thighs flexed as he moved himself closer, and that’s when she felt the soft tip of his cock. It rutted against the side of her thigh, precum sticking to her skin as his hands found the small of her back. “Keep your legs spread like that. It might be a tight fit.”

-

“Miggy please! I can’t-“ Papers that had previously been on the metal desk were low strewn about, littering the floor. Her cheek was pressed against the desk, Miguel’s hand tangling in her hair as his heavy thrusts drew a moan from her each time. She could hear his hot breaths, and feel the way his abs flexed against her back as he leaned against her. Miguel’s fangs pricked at the top of her ear, his harsh pants making her clit throb. His hand that wasn’t occupied with her hair came down to squeeze at her curves, just as her pretty cunt squeezed perfectly at his cock. She gushed around him, squelches filling the room as he continued to pound into her.

Miguel was growing rougher, needier. He slipped his cock out and lifted her from the desk. Her feet met the floor, shaky and uneasy. “Spread your legs a little more. I won’t fit if you don’t.” He demanded as he kicked her legs apart a bit more. His hands returned to her body, one finding her neck while the other rested on her lower abdomen. “God, I was hoping you’d act like a bitch so I could’ve fucked that attitude out of you..but seeing how you melt for me..” His cock slipped back in, his hand trailing down from her stomach to her clit. He gave it the occasional rub, synchronizing it with every thrust. The act only drew more moans from her, her head lulling back onto his chest. “If you keep groaning like that I might cum mi amor..” His words, while a warning, only lured her in. She began to roll her hips as best she could, the friction causing Miguel’s breath to hitch. “Fuck you’re really are my slut huh? Cmere.”

His hips fucked into hers, the resounding slaps of skin being drowned out by their moans and groans. His cock throbbed inside of her as her orgasm caused her to tighten up. “Oh crap miggy…” She cursed under her breath. “Yeah I know baby..” He responded as his lips found hers, a slow sensual kiss ensuing. His finger swirled at her clit as he slipped his cock out, now fucking her thighs instead. The combined stimulation had her hunching over, her legs shaking as her orgasm crashed over her. “Y/N you’re spilling all over..fuck me.” Miguel groaned out, his head falling back as he bit back a moan. With his jaw clenched tight and sweat sheening his forehead, he came. Spurts of white decorated the messy desk, along with Y/Ns spider suit.

“Well fuck..if I would’ve known that was all it took to get you to fuck me then damn..” She chuckled breathily, her hands grasping at the desk as she attempted to steady herself.

“Shush, don’t ruin the moment..” Miguel placed a gentle kiss on the side of her neck, a groan leaving him as he wrapped his arms around her torso. “You’re still in trouble.”

[ichangedmycornyahhname]

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Warnings: Spicy fluff, teasing, sexual innuendos, reader and Miguel being cute, not proof read at all.

Summary: Reader recently bought a new spray that has certainly caught Miguel’s attention.

His hands gripped at your hips, the slight tug causing you to hum with amusement. The soft graze of his fangs against your skin made the blood rush to your head. Or maybe it was the fact that the two of you were on the side of a building having a steamy make out session.

You didn’t know what was going on with Miguel lately. Usually he was much more reserved when it came to physical touch, so his steamy advances drew you into his web. “Mi corazon..” While the words were soft, hardly heard over the blaring horns of the city, you caught them. You caught them and clung to them, just as he clung to you. “Yes love?” Your words came out with a giggle as his lips pressed gently into your neck. “You smell incredible. Did you get a new perfume.”

You perked up at this, leaning away just enough to get a good look at his face. Well, the part of his face that showed. His mask remained halfway on, only his bitten lips and sharp fangs present, while the lenses of his mask remained narrowed. You were a bit taken aback but his observation, sure, you typically never wore any new sprays. But recently you had purchased a little bottle of perfume that smelled absolutely heavenly. Miguel, from the looks of it, was thinking the same thing.

“Yeah actually. I just got it, you like?”

He only released a sigh in response, his lips coming back down to press into your shoulder. He inhaled, your scent flooding senses. Slowly the hands on your hips attempted to inch lower, squeezing at your bottom as he continued his advances. This went on, the night sky being lit by the city lights. The quiet blare of horns and chattering from below being blocked out as you melted in his touch. Lips pressing against your skin, hands firm on your body, the almost nip of his fangs. You felt your breathing grow heavier, uneven as you found yourself bucking your hips for more.

“Yoo! Is Spider-Man making out with the other spider chick outside my window? Cool!” And the moment was over like that. Miguel’s mask was now hiding his pretty lips, and you were left a hot and bothered mess. You groaned uncomfortably, shifting in Miguel’s arms as he began to pull you closer. He shot the nosy neighbor a nasty glare, and mumbled something incoherent. Though you assumed it wasn’t very nice. You soon found Miguel hoisting you into one arm and using the other to make his way up the side of the building. Although the moment had been ruined, you still found his sudden touchiness sweet.

Once the two of you found seclusion on the roof, he gave your hand a light tap.

“Sorry about that. Guy was being nosy.” The corners of his lenses creased, his cheeks raising beneath his mask as he gave what you assumed was a smile. “It’s fine, wasn’t your fault miggy.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before he leaned in closer, his mask brushing against your ear. “You should wear that again, and next time I’ll make sure we’re somewhere private.”

[ichangedmycornyahhname]

Jake Sully x Reader

Summary: This is just a little something bc I have writers block 💀 (this isn’t read over at all so- just auto correct with your brain plus it’s kinda bad).

Her head fell back, as the lewd squelches beneath her rang in her ears. It was dim within the hollow tree stump, the sun managing to peek through small slivers of the wood. She felt hot, sweat gleaming on her skin as the man pushing against her panted against her skin. His cock was snug inside of her, the hilt of it brushing against the perfect spot with each thrust. His hands squeezed and fondled at her eagerly, the soft groan of her voice causing her to gasp out. She wanted to cry, to whine and whimper at his touch, but she couldn’t.

The familiar sound of her fellow Na’vi people passed by, their laughs and chimes of joy almost making her feel guilty. Almost. With Jake becoming so needy for her, his cock swirling along with his hips, she couldn’t feel guilt. Not when the overwhelming pleasure of him fucking into her was occurring. Y/N circled her arms around his neck, her fingers grasping at loose tufts of hair. She knew better than this. She knew that she was training Jake to teach him the Omaticaya ways, but when his eyes rake across her body with every chance they get, it is hard to resist.

“Peach..you’re tightening around me too much— it’s..making it hard to..”

His hands found her hips, grasping at the plush of them as he pushed her up against the bark of the tree. His cock suddenly slipped out, the warmth of it tickling her thigh. Jake groaned out, his hands wandering down to her thighs. His thumbs spread them apart, cool air now brushing against her cunt. “Jake? What’re you doing?” She inquired, her eyes batting up at him as he gazed down at her.

“Shh..we have to be quiet, remember baby girl?”

His cock slipped between her thighs, the shaft of it pushing against her clit with every subtle movement. Y/N hummed at this, her canines digging into her bottom lip as she attempted to silence herself. Jakes hands found her ass against, his grip firm as he rolled his hips at a tantalizing pace. The friction was making them sticky, her thighs now slippery with her own slick. Jake clearly took notice of this, because he was beginning to speed up. His nose nuzzled against her own, their lips teasing one another as they exchanged heavy breaths. She could feel herself nearing her high, her clit beginning to throb uncomfortably.

The feeling caused her to squirm, her hips wriggling as her hands brushed against the base of his queue. This earned a sigh from Jake, his ears twitching at her familiar touch. “Cmon peach..I know you want to..” He egged on, his face coming to her cheek. Y/N moaned out at the warm feeling of his tongue against her cheek, the gesture causing her lips to quiver. “Oh fuck..Sully I..” Her shoulders tensed along with her legs as the tip of his cock remained snug against her clit, the friction causing her to cum right then and there. The wave of her orgasm paired with the gasps and spurts from Jake had her mind blank.

“Fuck..you’re too good..”

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How would y’all feel about Rick Grimes x reader?

Yes bae 😍🫶

No girl 😹

Voting ended onApr 24, 2023

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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪!𝔸𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕩 ℕ𝕒’𝕧𝕚!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Warnings: Sort of smut? (Dry humping again bc I like torturing y’all) | Fingering | A little blood but nothing gory | Aonung’s punk ass | Semi-public | Reader and Aonung almost getting caught | Cute little ending

Summary: After the incident from last night, Y/N finds it difficult to get out of bed. She has a long talk with Neteyam who does his best to comfort her, but it would seem the universe was against her. Y/N once again finds herself at the mercy of Aonung. (This is part two of Forest Freak)

That morning Y/N didn’t bother getting out of bed. She wasn’t in the mood. She had curled up on her sleeping cot, her blanket wrapped around her as she stared at the wall of the Sully’s marui. Her joyful spirits had been crushed by Aonung, the stupid prick. He started all of this none-sense with her, and then acted as though he hated her. The mere thought had her curling further into herself.

The Sullys clearly took notice of her dim mood, occasionally coming to check on her and make sure she was ok. Neytiri seemed the most concerned, offering to make her meals and simply asking if Y/N was feeling alright. Of course Y/N said she was fine each time, and gave her a false smile. That’s how she’d been all morning, and her friend Neteyam was growing sick of it. He watched her from across the marui, crouched down with his hands clasped together in front of him. He knew something was up, he just needed to figure out what. With a sigh he made his way over to her, now kneeling down beside her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Y/N what is the matter? You’ve been so quiet ever since you returned to us last night. Did something happen?” His voice was soft, whispering the words out for just her to hear. His thumb rubbed soothing circles along her shoulder as he awaited a response. Yet, one never came. Neteyam grunted, shaking his head. “Alright, get up. You can’t lie here all day.” His free hand went underneath her form, scooping her up in his arms so that she now sat up. This earned a groan from Y/N.

“Teyam I’m fine, just tired.” She responded curtly before attempting to lie back down, which Neteyam didn’t allow. He kept a firm grip on her as he cradled her in his arms. “What happened ma Y/N? I won’t allow you to return home in such a poor mood.” He urged on. Finally she folded, a sigh leaving her as her eyes found Neteyam’s. “Can we talk outside? Please.”

Neteyam obliged and led her out of the marui pod, finding a secluded spot near the shore for the two to talk privately. They sat in the white sand shoulder to shoulder, allowing the calm waves to soothe each of their nerves. Well, Y/Ns more or less. Neteyam on the other hand was simply awaiting an explanation for her melancholic mood. And an explanation is what he would receive. Her voice cut through the silence of the bright morning, “Aonung..last night him and I..” She paused to steal a glance at Neteyam, who’s eyes remained focused in on the sea. This calmed her nerves a bit. “We did something, and it didn’t feel bad it’s just..right after he said he wished that I’d just leave. And..” Her voice faltered, cracking under the pressure she felt. Neteyam took notice of this, his gaze finally finding hers. “Ma Y/N, it’s okay. Take your time.”

He didn’t want to pressure her, truly he didn’t. But oh did the words she sprouted cause his heart to squeeze. He wanted to confront Aonung, to tell him just how he made his friend feel and knock some sense into him. He knew better though. He knew Y/N, and he knew how she would react to this. So, he chose to keep that feeling locked away, for now anyway.

“I’m just confused Teyam..It feels like he doesn’t like me one minute, and the next he’s longing for me.” She professed as she rested her head against his shoulder, a deep sigh flaring from her nostrils. “Hmm..don’t feel down Y/N. He’s not good enough for someone like you—“ His arm came up to wrap around her shoulders, holding her closer. They sat in silence, consoling one another with each other’s presence.

Rustle Rustle

Neteyam’s ears twitched as his eyes darted towards the noise. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenching as he pulled Y/N even closer. From within the large bushes and grass came Aonung and his sister, Tsreiya who was chatting along with Lo’ak and Kiri. Typically this wouldn’t have been an issue for him, but the sight of Aonung glaring down at Y/N irked him.

“Y/N, hey!” Lo’ak beamed as he approached them first. This caused Y/N to turn around, her eyes falling on the boy who had just called her name, then on the boy who had left her stranded. Her eyes darted between the two, her stomach beginning to twist with discomfort. She found herself leaving Neteyam’s arms in order to greet Lo’ak with a side hug. “Lo, it’s good to see you again. How’ve you been?” She inquired as she gave a friendly smile.

“Pretty good, I’ve gotten so good at riding the ilu. You wanna see?” Lo’ak had always been one to brag to Y/N, always trying to one up Neteyam. Y/N of course always reminded him that he was just as talented, though it would seem each time the words went right over his head. “Sure, maybe you can teach me too.” She said as Lo’ak led her towards the sea. As they made their way over, Y/N introduced herself to Tsreiya, making small talk as she waited for Lo’ak’s ilu to arrive. While talking to Tsreiya was thoroughly relieving, she couldn’t deny the tension that ensued as Aonung’s intense gaze remained on her. Feeling his eyes on her caused her to stutter and trip over her words, the actions becoming noticeable by Neteyam who stood beside her. Throughout the entire conversation he had been side eyeing Aonung, watching him intently. The moment was awkward, and beginning to bring her some discomfort.

“Y/N hurry up!” Lo’ak cut through the tension as his ilu splashed the water with its little fins. She departed from the group, now sloshing into the water to make way over to Lo’ak. He stood next to the ilu, his hand grasping at the saddle as he adjusted it accordingly. As he did, a light chuckle rang from him. “What’s up with you cuz? You’re acting weird.” He stated as he grasped her arm and urged her towards the ilu’s side. Y/N was a bit surprised at his observation. Lo’ak wasn’t one to ask about feelings. Usually he gave people their space, unsure of what to say. So, when the question of why she was acting weird came up, she wasn’t sure how to answer. She did her best at diverging them from the topic, hopping onto the back of the ilu rather than answering. “So how exactly do I do this? I mean, I said I wanted you to teach me.” She joked as she secured herself on the ilu’s back. The feeling was odd, the smooth skin of the animal unlike the horses around the forest.

“Oh yeah, first connect your queue. Then get used to the feeling of moving around. Here I’ll show you, give me a sec.” He says before turning away and clicking his tongue. Soon another ilu arrived, a squeak leaving its beak like face as it floated towards the boy. Lo’ak smiled at this and hopped onto its back, connecting his queue and swimming towards her.

“See, easy. Now you try.” As the Lo’ak attempted to teach her how to ride an ilu, the others joined them on their own ilu, gathering around and chatting about. Though from what she could tell, the conversations were lackluster and mainly riding on Kiri, and Tsreiya for support. However, she chose to focus on the task at hand. Connecting her queue with the ilu’s sent a shiver up her spine, the two quickly adjusting to one another. “Good boy..” She muttered as she leaned forward to stroke the creatures side. It would seem that the two would get along well, that and it was much easier than connecting with an Ikran. She cringed at the thought.

“Now go, I’ll be right behind you.” Lo’ak said as he urged her to go. Sucking in a breath, she did as he said, now gliding through the water at a moderate speed. While it was odd at first, she soon adapted to the feeling and found herself used to the water grazing against her. And then, she dived.

-

Y/N was no good in the water, not one bit. Her first dive was a fail, managing to dampen her mood. She sat on her ilu, clothes drenched along with the rest of her body. Stray streams of water fell across her face, tickling her skin. A frown remained on her face as Lo’ak sat awkwardly, doing his best to console her along with Tsreiya. On the other hand Aonung stifled a laugh, that god awful smirk cursing his face. She glared at him from the distance, her hands curled into themselves, now balling in fists. “You’ll get it next time Y/N.” Tsreiya comforted, her hand rubbing at the girls back. Kiri agreed, nodding her head as she approached the group. They did their best to comfort her, and while they did Neteyam swam up to Aonung.

His expression hadn’t changed, instead worsening into a harsh glare. He was not happy with Aonung, or how he teased his friend. “I thought I told you to respect my friend, and yet you did the complete opposite.” He snapped, causing Aonung’s smile to fade in an instant. “Me? I have no clue what you are talking about.” Sarcasm laced Aonung’s voice as his hands came up in defense.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. If you aren’t going to treat Y/N right, then leave her alone.” Neteyam hissed out. “Y/N? And why would I ever think about that freak?-“ The metkayina boy sniggered, his eyes watching Neteyam closely. The rivalry didn’t go unnoticed, and although no one could quite make out their discussion, the tension was clear. Kiri was the first to point this out, her eyes rolling before she spoke. “You two look like you’re about to kill each other. What’s going on?” This caught the attention of everyone, their eyes falling on the two curiously.

“Nothing.” Neteyam said as he shot a glare Aonung’s way. Anyone with eyes could see something was going on, and Y/N knew exactly what. She swam forward, her ilu coming between the two. “Actually, Aonung we need to talk.” This statement warranted some oh’s from Lo’ak who was suddenly teasing and picking at Aonung. Aonung shot him a glare before glancing towards Y/N, his brow quirking with curiosity. “Fine freak, let’s talk.” Y/N could only roll her eyes at this.

The two made their way away from the group, their ilu’s swimming side by side until finally they stopped behind a large rock that was big enough to hide them from the group. The privacy was enough to bring Y/N a bit of comfort, an exhale coming from her as her shoulders slumped. “What is it forest freak? You’re taking up my valuable time.” This earned a scowl from Y/N, her eyes narrowing at his smug face. “I’m just— I’m wondering—“ She paused, attempting to find the words. This abrupt pause had Aonung on his toes, ready and willing to hear what she had to say. He knew exactly what she wanted to talk about, but Eywa was seeing her struggle so satisfying.

“Last night..we uhm— I’m just confused. One minute you were telling me to say your name, and now you’re not saying a word to me. And what you said last night..it hurt.” Her words were hesitant, as was her gaze which struggled to remain on his. Aonung adored the way her voice faltered. He urged his ilu forward, now floating next to her thigh to thigh. The subtle touch had Y/Ns breath hitching, her eyes studying his. She knew he would do this. That he wouldn’t listen to her words, but instead would find a way to make this about sex. “I have no clue what you’re talking about forest girl. Saying my name? I don’t remember telling you such a thing.” He chuckled, his eyes darkening as he watched the way she pursed her lips. Her big amber eyes unimpressed by his false cluelessness.

“Fuck, I knew you wouldn’t listen. You never listen—“ She cursed out as she began to inch her ilu away. Aonung took notice of this, his hand gripping at her thigh in order to keep her still. His hand squeezed at the fat of her leg, the feeling becoming a reminder of the night before. Y/N gulped, already anxious to see his next move. “Why don’t you tell me about how I made you feel then. Tell me exactly how it felt.” His words caused her core to throb, her lids blinking rapidly at him. He wanted her to do what? “How I felt..?” She stuttered out, only achieving a laugh from Aonung. “Yes forest girl, tell me how I made you feel.” His hand inched up, caressing the top of her thigh until his finger tips grazed the hem of her jean shorts. Her breath hitched at the burn of his hand, her own hand soon falling on his abdomen for support. She could feel his core tighten at her gentle touch, sensitive under her palm.

“It made me feel weird..It was my first time feeling that way..” The girl breathed out as she felt his fingers fiddle with the button of her shorts. “Yeah..? What else forest girl?” He retorted as his face came down mere inches away from hers. His fingers now played with the hem of her panties, the lacy line making him even more curious. This earned a few shaky breaths from her, her brows furrowing at the lack of friction. “It felt good..really good..I liked the way your lips felt on my neck..”

He groaned at this statement, his nose now nuzzling into her nape. His big hand hadn’t moved from the top of her panties, instead resting there as he allowed his canines to nip and graze her skin. “Like this pretty girl?” His sultry words caused her to sigh, her eyes shutting as he explored her body. “Yes, just like that..” She muttered before finally his hand slipped into her panties, his fingers being greeted by the warm juices coating her slit. She gasped at the obscure feeling, her head now resting against his as he lapped and bit at her neck. “Keep going pretty girl..tell me more..” His captivating voice rumbled against her throat, causing her to whine out. His fingers worked at her cunt, swirling his middle finger around her clit. This elicited a few whimpers and sighs from the na’vi girl, her mind becoming clouded with lust as Aonung worked her towards an orgasm. “I liked the way your thigh felt down there..”

“Down where? Here?” He teased, his finger dipping into her hole before slipping right back out. Y/N found herself bucking her hips at his taunting, yearning to feel more. “There..yes!” Her voice grew louder, her need for his touch growing by the second. “Shh forest freak..wouldn’t want to get caught..” He sniggered out. The insensitive nickname stung her, causing her to lift her head from his, and her hand to push him back. Her face flushed at the realization of what had just occurred, her mouth agape as her brows scrunched together in confusion. “Aonung you can’t just do that— I came here to talk, not whatever you did.” She snapped, her expression souring and her high fading. Aonung looked baffled by her instantaneous mood change, his face equally as bamboozled as him. “We are talking Y/N, we’re simply keeping one another entertained while we do so. Is that odd to you? I mean I wouldn’t be surprised freak, look at you.” In an instant his finger plunged into her, sloshing around her warm cunt as a moan erupted from her lips. She fell forward, her cunt throbbing as she gripped onto the saddle of her ilu. “Ao..nung..” Her voice wavered, her eyes glossing over with tears of pleasure.

“One last time pretty girl, say it one last time..”

“Aonung!..” His fingers were gone in an instant, his hands now pulling her off of her ilu and into the water. He hopped off of his own ilu, now leading the two to the side of the rock. He pressed her back to the rock and lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder. The angle was perfect, allowing him to slip his hand back into her pants and keep his fingers occupied. While his fingers worked at her core, his free hand gripped onto her throat, making sure her eyes never left his. “..Fuck you’re so annoying..you don’t know how hard this is. How you make me feel. Simply seeing you is enough to make me forget what I was doing, to forget what I want to say. And Eywa do I hate you for it…” His voice was harsh, degrading. Yet his face looked as though it was pained by the mere sight of her. “You think I don’t hate you too? Every time I try to push you away, or tell you how I feel— oh fuck..” Her legs jolted, a strike of pleasure hitting her as his fingers pressed against the spongy spot inside. “You just do this..every single— oh shit..- fucking time..and it hurts when you call me those— shit! Names..” This confession irked Aonung, his movements faltering for a moment. But only for a moment. He began to curl his fingers even quicker, drawing mewls and moans from her plush lips. His eyes scanned her body, taking in the way her body tensed with every passing moment. She was close, that much was apparent. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a chaste kiss, lingering there before eventually pulling back. “Fuck I hate you.” He grunted out as his hand left her throat and reached down to roll her clit between his fingers.

“Oh my eywa..oh my—“

“Y/N?” A voice called from the distance, concern lacing their tone. Her hand clasped over her mouth, her bottom lip now stuck between her teeth. It was Lo’ak. The poor boy was nearing a sight he certainly wouldn’t want to see. Panic swarmed her eyes, only egging on Aonung even more. He slipped his fingers out of her and flipped her around, her front now pressed against the rocks cool wet surface. Her hands found their way on the rock, now grasping at it and peeking over the side. Aonung leaned in, his hot breath fanning against her ear as he pressed his length against her ass. “Go ahead, talk to him forest girl..”

“Y/N! Are you okay? You and that jerk have been gone for a while.” Lo’ak questioned as he floated on the other side of the rock. His brows were raised in suspicion, his arms resting by his sides as he awaited a reply. “Oh yes, I’m fine! I’m just making sure this jerk knows not to mess with mE—!” She squealed, her eyes widening as Aonung began to rut his cock against her clothed cunt, her thighs beginning to clench urgently. The change in octave most certainly did not go over Lo’aks head. In fact, he was growing more and more curious. “What’s wrong Y/N?” She choked at the question.

“Nothing nothing, the seaweed scared me that’s all. It’s very annoying today.” She gave Aonung a pointed look as she annunciated her words. This didn’t seem to deter him however, on the contrary he found himself rutting against her even harder. Y/N was absolutely relieved that the rock covered the lower part of her face, so Lo’ak didn’t have to see her jaw slacking at Aonung’s teasing. “Oh okay..well hurry up, Neteyam’s wanting to go home early to make us help with dinner or something.” He said before turning around to leave, but not before a soft moan came from Aonung, the boys usual gruffness fading for a moment. Lo’ak halted, turning around to give a weird look before leaving. How embarrassing, she thought as she let her head rest against the rock.

“Get your ass over here.” Aonung said as he pulled her back flush against his chest. She glanced up to see him, now staring into each other’s eyes as his thrusting became rougher. His clothed cock bucked against her clit perfectly, causing her to knit her brows and scrunch up her nose. “Keep going jerk..” She demanded as her hips began to match his movements, doing her best to keep up with his unmanaged thrusts. “Jerk? Ohh, I like when you act like that freak..c’mere..” His hand found her jaw, now lifting her head up to bring her into a messy kiss. Spit dribbled everywhere, their tongues lashing out while Aonung attempted to nip and bite at her lip. His grip on her jaw remained firm, keeping her at just the right angle. His other hand shimmied down to her lower stomach and pressed against it, managing to keep her steady enough to speed up his thrusts.

“Come on pretty girl..I know you wanna..” He huffed out, receiving a whimper in response. “Cum all over me pretty, wanna feel your juices on my cock..” He mumbled before she bit onto his lower lip, a bit of blood dripping down as her juices rolled down the side of her leg. The sticky stream of slick decorated his loincloth, making his jaw clench and his thrusts to become sloppy with need. “So good for me..” He breathed before a groan rumbled in his throat and his head fell back, white strings of cum now spirting out onto her belly and the rock. “Oh fuck…” He cussed, his tongue gliding across his lip and taking in the metallic taste of blood. His abdomen flexed with each slow thrust until eventually his movements stopped. With his loincloth now painted with cum, he figured it’d be best to wait until the others departed. Y/N was beginning to settle down from her high, her head lulling back onto his chest as she gripped onto his hand which still rested on her stomach.

“Don’t leave this time..please.” She whimpered out, startling the heavy breathing Aonung. His hand left her jaw, now finding her cheek to stroke any loose hairs. “I won’t..it’s not like we could hide it this time. You marked me so much that my mom would have to say something. She was already curious about what happened to my back.” With a chuckle and a sigh they for once found themselves in a blissful silence, holding each other close and savoring this fleeting moment.

[ichangedmycornyahhname]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪!𝔸𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕩 ℕ𝕒’𝕧𝕚!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Warnings: A little angst | Aonung being a bitch | Not quite smut but spicy (might be smut if I make a part two) | Dry humping | Humiliation kink | Choking | Degradation etc.. | Slightly proof read | if I’m not lazy I’ll make a part 2

Summary: After hearing about an incident with the Sullys, Y/N travels to the metkayina clan with Norm to help out. While she would’ve loved to enjoy the trip, it would seem a certain someone was there to make her life absolutely miserable. (Part two here)

The chopper buzzed in her ears as the cool breeze cut against her skin. Her hands fiddled with the small keychain she’d taken from Norm, her adoptive father of sorts. After the fall of the great tree and the loss of her parents, Norm took her in along with several others. She’d always had a strong connection with him, viewing him as her father figure. With her parents passing when she was only a baby, she didn’t have any real memories of them. Only stories that others told, praising them of their great feats and contagious personalities. Y/N always enjoyed hearing about those stories, to hear about how her parents impacted other peoples lives. All except for hers.

An exasperated sigh left her lips as she allowed her head to rest against the back of her seat. Across from her sat Norm, a small smile on the face of his avatar form. “Hey, what’s up?” He leaned forward, placing a hand lightly onto her knee. She could only smile in response, shaking her head at his question. “It is nothing. Just thinking.” She chimed as she slipped the red keychain into the pocket of her jean shorts. Y/N knew it was odd for her to wear manmade clothing rather than the traditional omaticayan attire. It was just what she felt comfortable in, and what she saw around her as a child. Her eyes flickered over to Norm’s once more, her smile fading away just as quickly as it had appeared.

“Kiri, do you think she’s okay? Jake sounded worried when he called for us.”

Norm gave her knee a squeeze before his hand retreated back to his lap. “I’m not sure what to think, but I’m hoping everything will be okay.” He replied, his gaze softening at her concern. “Hey-“ Norm leaned to the side, peeking his head outside of the chopper. “We’re here. Cmon grab your things kid, we need to be quick.” He said as the chopper began to descend. As it did she peeked over the edge just as Norm had done. She was in absolute awe. Y/N had never truly visited the sea. In fact, she’d never left the forest. The only reason she even tagged along was because she had missed the Sullys, but now that she took in the beauty of the metkayina clan, she was awestruck. The pale sands, the crystal like waters, and the beautiful metkayina people entranced her. She hurriedly went to grab her supplies as norm had asked. Tossing her bag over her shoulder she awaited the ships landing. As soon as the chopper met the ground, she hopped out, her feet meeting the warm sand. The minuscule grains crunched beneath her feet and sunk between her toes, managing to draw an airy chuckle from her. “Cool.” She murmured to herself before Max shouted her name, urging her over. “I need you to wait for us here okay. We’ve got this, so just chill for me.” Y/Ns expression contorted into one of disbelief, her jaw slack as a brow quirked. “What? That’s so unfair Max. I came all this way to help and now I have to sit like a kid and wait? Ugh.” She rolled her eyes, her tongue clicking as she stared down at him.

“Y/N I’m being serious, just wait here and watch the ship. Now I’ve got to go help. Stay, here.” He gave her a stern look as if he was warning her not to disobey. “Yeah yeah..” She sighed, her arms folding over her chest as she leaned against the air ship. She could feel the eyes of the metkayina people on her, watching her and the ship closely. To say that it was awkward would be an understatement. The longer she stood there, the more she desired to escape their judging stares. That, and she wanted to explore the beautiful island. Y/N thought about it for a moment, going over different scenarios of how Max would lecture her if she left the ship. He’d probably say what he usually did. “You can’t just do that Y/N— No Y/N go to your room— blah blah blah.” She almost laughed at the thought. Except she remembered his words. He said that she had to watch the ship, and she could easily watch the ship from another part of the island couldn’t she? She pushed herself off of the ships side, the warm metal no longer against her back.

“Alright Max, I’ll watch the ship.” She chuckled to herself before departing from the coastal side. As she wandered deeper into the island, she observed even more. The exotic flora, the beautiful fauna, and the metkayina people. To her, they were just as mesmerizing as the rest of their home, yet their stares of distaste and confusion began to make her think. Y/N knew she was different from others, she was used to the stares of her own people. Even they believed what she wore and how she acted was odd. Yet the metkayina people looked completely different around her. Their skin was lighter, allowing them to blend in with the crystalline waters. Their ears were smaller, and they also wore traditional clothing. Y/N was the odd one out, again. Her confidence fell, along with her gaze. The sand suddenly seemed much more interesting than the harsh stares from the people around her.

Y/N wasn’t paying any mind to her surroundings, that much was apparent. Her gaze was locked on the sand padding beneath her steps, and less on the approaching group. Thud, she stumbled back, a gasp leaving her as she steadied herself. “Sorry..” She muttered as she peeked up through her lashes, her gaze falling on the man in front of her. His eyes narrowed, watching her intently as he laughed maliciously. Y/N noticed the other laughs surrounding her, the sight of three other boys around her age pointing and gawking at her. “What’s wrong with the way she talks? Sounds so weird. And look at her tail, it’s so skinny.” One of the boys chimed in as they attempted to grab at her tail, before she swatted him away with her hand. “Stop it..” Her voice was quiet, unsure.

“Stop it.” Another boy mocked before laughing once again. “Are you another one of those forest freaks? I mean, I can tell. What are you wearing freak? You’re dressed like one of those demons.” The one she’d bumped into spoke, his eyes trailing along her body as he circled around her. His eyes wandered her unusual figure, her annoyingly dark blue skin, her big amber eyes. Just the mere sight of them boiled his blood, irked his entire being. Yet, she drew him in like a moth to a flame. Which is why Aonung found himself circling around her, a smirk slithering onto his face as he took in all of her features. Her thin striped tail and the way it whipped around as he teased at her. Her odd clothing and the way it hugged her body just right. What a freak. “Hey, you think she’s even a real forest freak? I mean look at her.” He pushed at her back as he walked behind her, though didn’t use much force. This irritated Y/N, causing her to hiss and slap his hand away. “Why are you being such a jerk? I don’t even know you and you’re trying to bother me.” Aonung didn’t bother responding. Instead he grabbed her wrist, pulling it up to show it off. “Ha look at her thin little forest arms. Probably can’t even swim can you freak.” His grip tightened as she attempted to pull away, yet he didn’t want to let go. No, he loved the pretty look on her face. The way her lashes fluttered as she attempted to blink the tears out of her eyes. The way her brows furrowed as his pestering got to her. The way her chest heaved as though she were about to try and throw a punch, or break down into tears. He would’ve been fine with both, really. All he truly wanted to see was that precious look of frustration on her face.

“Y/N?” A voice of concern chimed from behind them. Everyone turned, observing the way the approaching man flared his nostrils angrily. Neteyam, the (was) soon to be olo’eyktan. Y/N felt a sudden wave of relief wash over her, a sort of confidence returning to her as she yanked her wrist out of Aonungs grasp. Neteyam strides forward, standing between her and the group. His hand rested on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze of reassurance. “Are you alright?” He questioned as he studied her face, the gloss of her eyes, the twitch of her ears. A sigh aired from her nose as he turned to face Aonung. “Quit messing with my friend.” With each word his finger poked into the chest of Aonung, forcing him back a step or two each time. Y/N was used to Neteyams overprotectiveness. They grew up together, hunted fish together, took care of his siblings. He was like an older brother she could always call for help. With a delicate smile she placed her hand over his, assuring him that she was fine.

“Neteyam let’s go. I have to return to the airship before Max jerks a knot in my tail.” She joked as she tugged him along by his hand, inching him away from the group. All the whilst her eyes stole glances of her new acquaintance— or bully. Y/N wasn’t sure what to make of Aonung. He was a jerk, that was clear. As the two distanced themselves from the group of delinquents, they found themselves in a soothing silence. A silence that only those who’ve known each other for years could understand. Then Neteyam cut through it with his sharp tone. “I should’ve gotten there sooner. That Aonung guy has been a jerk to all of us, I even got into a fight with him a few days ago.” Her eyes widened at the statement.

“Did you win?” She asked, only to receive a chortle from him in response. He slapped a hand against her back jokingly, only shaking his head at her question. “Come on skxawng, you did say you wanted to visit Kiri.”

-

She slipped through the curtain of the large tent, stepping in cautiously with Neteyam trailing not too far behind. The room was dim, just as the look on her friend Kiri’s face. A small coo left Y/Ns lips as she knelt down to greet the young woman. “Oh Kiri, are you feeling okay?” She wrapped her arms around the smaller girls frame, cupping her head with her hand in order to hold her close. Kiri only sighed in response, her hand coming up to grasp at Y/Ns arm. “I understand if you don’t want to talk. I’m just glad you’re up, that’s all.” She took a seat next to Kiri, her arm circling around her in order to keep her close.

The two remained in the position, tangled together in a close hug and simply enjoying one another’s presence. Well, that was until Tuk rushed in with her usual toothy grin to drag the two out. “C’mon c’mon!” Kiri groaned, rolling her eyes as Tuk tugged her out of the tent home. Y/N followed close behind, a small smile on her face as she watched the two. Y/N always adored the way Tuk could make anyone smile. That and the way she balanced out Kiri’s sarcasm. They were perfect for each other.

Y/Ns curious eyes watched as the metkayina people dived into the waters eagerly. She wasn’t exactly sure why they were so excited until— her mouth fell open, awestruck by the sight of the large sea mammals in the distance. Their beautiful fins and colors. She suddenly understand why Tuk was so giddy to drag Kiri along with her. They clicked their tongues, a small fishy creature swimming towards them with a squeal.

“Woah! I’ve never seen anything like them. What is it?” She questioned as she knelt down behind them, watching as they both hopped onto the back of the aquatic creature. Tuk was the first to answer, giggling as she spoke. “They’re called Ilu! She’s so cute right?” Y/N nodded in response, a large smile on her face as she observed the ilus anatomy. It had pretty swirls of color across its small fins, and big black eyes. Beautiful, she thought as she watched the two swim away. “We’ll be back Y/N!-“ Kiri shouted from a distance as she waved back at the young woman. “Have fun you two!” She shouted back before standing back to her full height. All she could do was watch as the clan greeted their friends and swam through the sublime waters. Well, until Neteyam surfaced the water with his own ilu.

“What are you doing just standing there. Cmon.” He grinned as he waved for her to join him. Y/N obliged eagerly, slipping into the cool ocean and hopping onto the ilu. Her arms wrapped around Neteyams slim torso, keeping herself secure before he swam forward. Neteyam felt warm against her, his body heat contrasting the waters low temperature. She enjoyed moments like these with him, especially after the Sullys big move. She inhaled, his scent flooding her nose as she rested her head against the muscle of his back. He chuckled, the vibrations causing her to smile. “I’ll take it slow okay? I know you aren’t used to the water yet” He said as he drifted out into the sea, the ilu swimming along the surface of the water. The cool waves washed against her thighs, drenching her clothes as they neared the commotion. Perhaps commotion wasn’t the correct term. The reunion, yup that sounded right. A reunion between the metkayina and the incredible sea life.

“Teyam, what’re they called?” She inquired as one of the beautiful mammals passed by. Neteyam looked just as mesmerized as she did, perhaps even more. “Tulkun I think. Wow, they’re incredible.” He answered. The slowly the ilu came to a halt, allowing the two to observe the sight around them. The smiles on each of the peoples faces, the chirps and coos of the tulkuns. The mere sight made her heart warm. That and the feeling of Neteyams handing cupping over hers. “Let’s go under!” He exclaimed before disconnecting his queue and dragging Y/N beneath the blue water. The water flooded her ears, and while it was uncomfortable she found herself distracted by the tulkun passing overhead. It’s large shadow washed over her, the intricate designs and patterns on its belly causing her smile to grow. The sight was magical. Y/N tugged on Neteyams hand, their fingers still interlocked within the water. Drawing his attention, he beamed up at her as she pointed to the creature soaring over them. Moments like these would always last, burned into their memory for the time to come. Her best friend, Neteyam. She wouldn’t see him again for a long time once she returned home, but that was okay. She’d always remember.

They swam around a bit longer, pushing through the relaxed waters as they lingered around the floating tulkun. She swam across from Neteyam, doing her best to keep up with him. His swimming had certainly improved since the last time she saw him. He was a short ways ahead, but far enough to not notice her lagging behind. She slowed down, eventually stopping as her heart thumped in her ears. Her lungs stung uncomfortably as she came to realize she hadn’t come up for breath. With this new revelation, she began to swim to the surface with an intense urgency. Yet the water seemed as far away as before, as though she were traveling down a never ending hallway. Just as she was about to succumb to the waters commands, she felt someone tug at her arm, now dragging her up until finally they surfaced.

“Thank you..thank you so much.” She sputtered as her breathing calmed, now becoming slow and steady. Her vision cleared, no longer blurred from her suffocation. Her eyes found her rescuers, and instantly she darted from their arms. “You.” She mumbled nervously as her eyes fell anywhere but the face of the man who had been pestering her not long ago. “Me? You act as though I did not just save your life. I do expect something in return forest girl.” He bossed. Y/N didn’t respond, instead remaining silent as she eventually found his eyes. His eyes, Eywa they were burning, scorching her soul as they stared her down.

“Thank you then. That’s what I give in return.” While the words were intended to come out rude, her wavering words and shaking lips only egging him on. However, he controlled himself, instead opting to pull her closer and allowing her to float against him. “What is your name forest girl?” He asked as his arm wrapped around her waist to hoist her closer. Their bodies pressed against one another, their legs tangling together in the water. Her eyes searched his, hesitant to answer. She didn’t understand why he would save her after saying such cruel things about her. And she certainly didn’t understand why he held her so close. With a gulp, she finally answered. “Y/N..and you?” He grinned, that familiar sadistic look finding his face. “Aonung. You know, you’re cute for a freak forest girl.” He professed as his eyes observed her appearance. This insult hiding within a compliment confused Y/N, causing her mouth to fall agape as she searched for a response. Thankfully she didn’t have to come up with one, her friend Neteyam popping out of the water with a grimace. “Y/N, are you alright? I didn’t see you come up.” His brows furrowed with concern as he watched the two skeptically.

“Yes I just…needed some air.” She muttered as she pushed herself away from Aonung who only cleared his throat at the sudden awkwardness. She swam closer to Neteyam, taking his hand and tugging him away. She didn’t want to be in the situation any longer, so she used Neteyam as an escape. They swam away, creating a distance between them and the metkayina boy.

“Did he do something Y/N?” Neteyam questioned as he pulled her to a stop. Y/N couldn’t meet his eyes. Instead she frowned, finding herself uncomfortable with the topic. Neteyam could see this and brought his hand up to rest on her head. “You don’t have to tell me now, I just want to make sure you’re okay that’s all. Now let’s go, it’s getting late.” He gave a sympathetic smile before calling his ilu, and soon they were off.

-

She felt full after eating dinner with the Sullys, the taste of Neytiris cuisine lingering on her tongue. She had departed from the family tent a few moments ago, now strolling along the shore of the midnight beach. It was eclipse, the sun no longer out and one of the moons replacing it. The stars were bright and flickering, weaving together to create beautiful constellations. The stars were always her favorite. Something she could enjoy alone without any bothersome scientists or siblings. She found a good spot on a mossy rock, taking a seat on its cool surface with a sigh. Her hands rested on the rock as she leaned back, allowing herself to relax for the first time that day.

The day had been eventful to say the least. She’d been harassed by some stupid boys, got to see new animals and people, and almost drowned. She winced at the last thought, cringing at the idea of her drowning the day she visits the Sullys. That and the fact that she’d been bullied by those boys, one in particular. Aonung, the stupid bastard. She didn’t like him, not one bit. She didn’t like the pretty jewels he wore, or his soft curls. She didn’t like his smug smirk, or rough hands. She didn’t like it at all. His annoying voice, his soothing accent.

“This is my spot.” She jolted, a gasp leaving her as her hand slapped against her chest. “Oh my fuck— you can’t just- oh, it’s you.” Her arms pulled her legs against her chest, wrapping around her calves as she glared at the water. “Go somewhere else forest girl, this is my spot.” He approached, now taking up her space. He stood over her, his intense presence beginning to make her feel uneasy. “You can’t claim a rock Aonung.” She snapped back. For once she legitimately had something to say, and Aonung took notice of this. His hand found her jaw, tilting her head to force her to look at him. “So, you aren’t a complete mess forest freak.” He slouched over, his face in the proximity of hers. His breath fanned over her face, warming her skin and causing her cheeks to flush. She gulped, just as before she found herself struggling to find a response to his patronizing. “Cmon freak, speak up. Or maybe you can’t understand me because you’re not a true na’vi.”

She whimpered at his words, shaking her head from his jaw and shifting to slip off of the rock. Aonung however wasn’t finished. His hand pulled her back by her neck, his calloused fingers circling around her throat to keep her still. This caused her to whine, her hands grasping at his wrist as she glared up at him. “That look in your eyes is so cute forest girl. Aw, about to cry?” He taunted as she blinked tears back, her lashes fluttering to contain them. “Shut up..” Her whiny tone caused him to chuckle, his hand coming up to rest on her cheek as he watched her closely. Slowly his finger found her bottom lip, caressing it gently as he gazed into her eyes. And then suddenly she found his thumb intruding her mouth, pressing against her tongue as his gaze suddenly turned dark. “Suck.” He demanded, the words causing her brows to raise in surprise. Though the surprise wasn’t from his words, but in fact from her eagerness to oblige. She found herself sucking at his finger, her gaze never faltering from his as she witnessed him suck in a breath.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you? So eager to satisfy. Or maybe you like when I treat you like the freak you are.” He gushed as his hand left her neck, now wandering her form. His hands squeezed and fondled at her curves, taking in her perfect body. It wasn’t like she was the first woman he’s had sexual relations with. She was just so damn fun to degrade. To tease her until she broke, until she was crying his name. He huffed out at the thought, his hand now resting on her ass. He hated the clothes she wore, sure they hugged her body just right, but they also kept him from what he wanted most. Grunting he pulled her against him, their bodies meshing together as his now growing length rutted against her. This drew a whimper from Y/N, causing her to halt her actions with her mouth. “I didn’t tell you that you could stop, did I? Can never put that mouth to good use can you?” He spit out as his thumb left her mouth, a string of spit connecting the two. “Well aren’t you so good for me. Hm? Fine, you want to take my spot? Then you’ll listen well.” He said as he shoved her against the rock she once sat on, and pushed her legs apart. His thigh rested against her cunt, the muscle pressing against her teasingly. This caused her to let out a shaky breath, her hands now grasping at both his biceps as he leaned over her. He stared down at her, watching as she jutted her hips into his thigh in desperation. “Fuck, you really are desperate aren’t you? Cmere forest girl.” His large hands found her hips, using them to rock her against his thigh. “I’m not going to stop until you’re moaning my name, got it forest girl? So get to work.”

And get to work she did. She rocked her hips at the perfect angle, her clit grinding against his thigh with each roll of her body. Her hands now rested on his back, scratching and grasping at his skin as she attempted to keep up with the pleasure she felt. Being a virgin, this was a new experience for her. Feeling his muscular thigh against her cunt, pressing against her in just the right way. His hot breath on her neck as he planted kisses and hickeys along the length of it. His grip on her hips grew tighter, more forceful as he himself grew more aroused. “Taking too long pretty girl, I need you to cum now.” He urged as he began to bounce his leg, further stimulating her senses. She mewled out, her core tightening as she grew closer to her high. “M’trying nung. It’s so good..so close.” She moaned at as her head fell back. Aonung used this to his advantage, his teeth now piercing her skin and sending that jolt of pleasure she needed to reach her high through her. Her legs tensed, her nails digging into his back as the throb of her clit caused her to moan out. “Aonung..!” She cried as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body felt hot against his, the friction causing her to pant unevenly. “Too good..too good.” She blubbered as she finally began to come down.

Aonung had witnessed her high, leaning back to take in the way her eyes squeezed shot. The way her nails dug into his back and urged him on. The way her thighs tensed around his own, the warmth of her cunt causing his cock to strain within his loincloth. Eywa, this woman had him losing his composure. His hands left her hips, now pushing her away as he groaned irritably. “Fuck, you’re so annoying.” He cursed out. This clearly was a shock to her considering he was the one who told her to cum on his thigh, not the other way around. She looked at him, baffled by his sudden switch in demeanor. “What— you were the one who sai—“

“I know what I said forest freak. Just— fuck. Can’t wait until you leave.” He seethed, his jaw clenching as if he were fighting himself. His eyes fell back onto her, searching hers before his lips suddenly found hers, biting and licking at her lips until they were swollen. And just as quickly as he pulled her into a heated make out session, he pulled away. “Don’t go bragging about this Y/N. It was an accident, that’s all.” He said before finally he left, disappearing into the island before she could get in another word. He just left her there, cold and drenched in her own juices. God she was gullible. She cursed under her breath as she gathered herself. She really, really hated Aonung.