May 31
I don't know if you saw the ptn announcement for half anniv. I think we'll love to see pirate Ceto x mermaid y/n. 👉 👈 🥺
we should give the mermaid some lore :>
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I don't know if you saw the ptn announcement for half anniv. I think we'll love to see pirate Ceto x mermaid y/n. 👉 👈 🥺
we should give the mermaid some lore :>
CW: Implied pussy eating, talk of shaving
Here’s a funny thought: Ceto does not understand the concept of shaving down there (or shaving in general). So when you shave your pussy for the first time before Ceto goes down on you, she pulls down your underwear and gets whiplash when she sees your bare pussy for the first time. She is genuinely and utterly confused. Last time you guys fucked, there was hair down there. What happened?
“…Where is the hair?”
“I shaved it.”
“You shav— Why?”
She looks baffled, looking up at you and then looking back down at your naked pussy. She blinks, as if this is some kind of illusion that’ll break at any moment.
“I just wanted it to look nice for you so you could eat me out.”
“…But it already looked nice?”
Ceto does not understand body aesthetics and whatnot, but as long as you seem happy she just shrugs and goes back down to eat you out like always. Although between you and me; she definitely loves that rainforest pussy. Ceto does not mind one bit digging through that bush, she is just very confused on the concept of ever shaving when it is not needed in her eyes.
omegaverse alpha ceto who never experienced a single proper rut because of the horrible conditions she lived in for so long finally getting hit with one after slowly acclimatising back to life in society, for once well fed enough for her body to consider its other functions. her rut is rough, intense—here to cash in on decades of forced abstinence.
the first night, you hear her panting and snarling through the cell wall. it doesn’t even sound remotely pleasurable, moreso akin to painful. her scent—saltwater and steel—is suffocatingly thick, and you feel it line the inside of your throat with each breath despite the shuttered doors and windows into her cell. something curls hot in your gut.
it’s impossible to sleep.
so the next morning, you offer to help.
ceto is barely lucid as you talk to her through a crack in the door. it’d be nothing more than— than an act of neighbourly kindness. she’s an alpha, and you’re an omega; the solution writes itself. ceto is hesitant, but the wildflower and petrichor scent of you is already starting to soothe the baying creature in her veins. so she lets you in, and shuts the door behind her with a click.
you find that she’s inexperienced; deeply so. it makes her unique among the alphas you’ve had in your lifetime. something about the way she quivers under you, thighs tense and teeth grinding so hard you can almost hear her jaw creak as she holds back from doing as she pleases… it makes the omega in you preen.
an obedient alpha—what a catch. the thought of sinking your teeth into that pale neck flashes through your mind unbidden, though it’s far too early for that. you settle instead for sinking down onto her knot, revelling in the way she shudders and snarls and cries at the rush of heat in her veins, crashing down like ocean spray against the shore. and she allows you to guide her through her next climax, and the next, and the one after, until her rut finally settles— for now.
as you card your fingers through her hair in the afterglow, still joined by her knot, you can’t help but wonder: would an alpha like ceto have space for an omega in her life?
when first meeting her
vs after getting to know her
Ceto actually looks so pettable I wanna pet her head like her hair lowk looks so fluffy... can i pet that dawg...
Ceto reminds me so much of an angry hedgehog. She’s so spiky looking and defensive all the time, but when you begin to stroke her hair she just flattens and calms down 🥺
Ceto: >:(
Reader: *pets her*
Ceto: :I
You truly do fix her LMAO. Or, more so tame her. I don’t blame her for being so easy to provoke all the time, but being in your prescience has truly helped the Lightkeeper calm down. You’re almost like her therapy dog in a way, except it’s more of a therapy girlfriend? Whenever you see Ceto’s anger flaring up, spiky strands of hair starting to puff, you instantly reach out to stroke her face.
“Ouhhhhh it’s okay baby. It’s okay calm down.”
“Hn?”
Ceto is about to curse you out but fizzles into a calm state. She can’t resist the hair pets. I know this probably isn’t canon in any way, but I like to think Ceto is so whipped for you, just your touch is enough to keep her at bay. She could never give into the Rancor with you as her anchor <3
Ceto vs Augustus/Catherine x y/n
CW: ur naked, exhibitionism (?)
hmo, hmo you said uni au ceto has a environmentallist related major and outside a lot soo maybe she found some quite spots to relax and stuff while doing her studies
And sometimes those places are deep enough to where no one would look right, what I'm saying reader and ceto def fucked in those said places before
CW: Fucking in a forest, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, clothed sex, protected sex
So you’re saying that Ceto and Reader have fucked in the woods before? Well you’re RIGHT. They HAVE. Sometimes Reader tags along on Ceto’s little excursions because she thinks Ceto gets lonely out there by herself. Ceto doesn’t, she likes the peace and solitude, but she doesn’t mind you being there with her. You’ll sit next to her while she does whatever nature-y things her field requires her to do; collecting samples or writing reports on the wildlife. Eventually though, you and Ceto will take a quick break, and by break I mean a quickie because Ceto will take you right there on the tarp in the middle of the forest floor.
Your clothes are only half off as you shimmy out of your pants, with Ceto’s bunched up over her knees. The sounds of nature are an innocent noise to the lewd slapping of her hips against yours, pounding away under the forest canopy where no one else could find you. You and Ceto are quite far off the trail of a forest reserve, so luckily no hikers or tourists would find Ceto absolutely clapping you.
Also, considering that Ceto is always well prepared when heading outside, she definitely packed protection and lube in her backpack just in case. When she heard you would be tagging along, I could totally see her hesitating before stuffing the raunchy items in her bag.
‘You’ll never know…’ she thinks, before zipping up her backpack and swinging it over her shoulders. And she was right, those supplies did come in handy for what she had in store for you. She might’ve filled four condoms’ worth of backshots before finally being relieved and getting back to work. Maybe that was the real reason why you tagged along on Ceto’s journey. You just wanted to get wrecked on the job.
CW: Attention starved Ceto, Ceto getting bricked up, Reader being a tease
Ceto is so attention starved despite not wanting to admit it. All you have to do to get her turned on, is to stare at her crotch long enough and the extra attention will get her dingaling shooting straight up. In just a few seconds, there is an embarrassing little tent in her pants and she’s quick to cover it up with a pillow.
“Fucking dammit,” she glares at you with a small blush because this is the third time this week you pulled this trick. She can’t help it, after you gave her the first touch of sex and showed her what it feels like to be loved, just the smallest bit of attention will have Ceto’s body reacting. God forbid you “accidentally” brush your hand over her crotch too, I fear that’ll get Ceto oozing all over her briefs.