If the other guy didn't ask I'd love to know about the specific a/b/o biology in your universe! It'd help me a lot to know how to accurately write it and I'm also just interested in the wider world building outside of the main story. If you have any details on how traditional omegaverse tropes work (heats, ruts, abilities, figuring out your secondary gender, etc) please feel free to ramble about em
Yeah no problem! Just a heads up that this is gonna be basically like omegaverse FLE, so there's gonna be some sexual stuff mentioned here. Warnings include: sex mentions, heat and rut mentions, sex organs, mentions of pregnancy, and gendered language.
Also as I mentioned in the other post, it's important to note that no two omegaverses are the same. I can only speak to my own version of the omegaverse, so just keep that in mind when reading other author's omegaverse stories!
Humans within the omegaverse, despite some of the terminology used, are more like fantasy creatures than wolves or other known animals. They're mostly like normal humans with the exception of their physical biology (more on that later), instincts, and certain other aspects. For example, they have heightened senses, more prominent scents, claws, and fangs. Besides that, they're pretty much humans. Their instincts and sex characteristics are where they divulge more.
First, let me establish second genders real quick. In my omegaverse, there are three second genders: Alpha, omega, and beta.
Alphas are typically seen as the more dominant second gender. They’re more aggressive, more protective (well, somewhat), more likely to become leaders, and more likely to take over providing for others. Protecting and providing are their main instincts specially, although this varies personally to person.
Omegas are typically seen as more docile in comparison to alphas. They’re often more gentle, more comforting and calming, and more nurturing. They’re mostly regarded as the more submissive second gender.
Betas are much more fluid in their instincts compared to the other two genders. While they’re technically neutral at their base level, betas can take up any particular instinct depending on their personal needs. Some betas present a little more like alphas, and some present more like omegas. Some are truly neutral and take an equal amount of inspiration from both alphas and omegas. It’s something that’s different for every beta, although their instincts are never as strong as alphas or omegas. Their senses and own personal scents are a lot weaker than alphas and omegas too, at least naturally.
So as you can probably guess, the omegaverse is pretty gendered. However, it’s important to note that not every alpha or omega will present in their stereotypical way. They have certain instincts, but personalities and the way they act are entirely up to each individual person.
People don’t begin presenting their second gender until around puberty. Alongside the normal changes with their body, those who become alphas or omegas will begin to experience both physical changes (depending on biological sex) and/or instinct shifts aligning with their second gender. Those who present as betas will not notice much of a shift besides a weakening sense of smell and a weakening scent.
Now let’s move on to the physical differences (this is where the sex characteristics come in).
To make this easier on myself, I’m gonna be referring to each person as if they were cis. Trans people definitely do exist (Leo’s right there lol), but for that sake of explanation it would make my job easier to just use male and female.
Here we go.
Male alphas have the same biological body as cis men in our universe do. They have a penis and testicles, and they are unable to get pregnant. They also have a knot.
Female alphas have a uterus and vagina, so they have the capability to get pregnant, but they also have a penis and testicles, which are much more useful for them. They also have a knot. An alpha’s main instinct when having sex is to impregnate their mate, so their penis is much more functional than their uterus. It is harder for female alphas to get pregnant than it would be for an omega, but it is possible. They also have breasts, like cis females do.
(Note: alphas tend to have bigger penis’s for pleasure reasons than betas and omegas with them.)
Male omegas, like female alphas, have vaginas, uterus’s, testicles, and penis’s. However, their penis and testicles are smaller than that of an alpha’s. They are built more for getting pregnant, rather than impregnating, so their uterus’s are in much higher function than anything else down there. For that reason, they do not have a knot. It is possible for them to father a kid, but it’s harder to do. They don’t have breasts unless they are pregnant, in which case their chest will grow out as the fetus grows. It will begin to flatten once the pup has been weaned off of milk.
Female omegas have the same biological body as cis women in our world do. They simply have a vagina and uterus, as well as breasts.
Male betas have the same anatomy as cis men, and female betas have the same anatomy as cis women. There’s nothing special going on with them.
And that’s really it for the physical differences, at least as far as I can remember. Onto the last part of the question: Heats and ruts
Heat and ruts are basically just a period of time in which a person becomes overwhelmed with the desire to procreate, and as a result, cannot think about anything besides sex. Mated people will spend the majority of their heat/rut with their mate(s) in order to satiate their desire, as well as gleen comfort from their most trusted person at their most vulnerable. If a person is satisfied enough, they’ll be granted a short break from intercourse to eat, use the bathroom, and drink, but otherwise they are in their nest, going at it with their mates (or themselves). They are able to sleep thankfully, so once night hits they get a couple hours of relief in the form of sleeping. Heard and ruts typically last a week at most, and usually occur once a year.
Alpha’s have a rut, and omegas have a heat. Betas do not get either a heat or a rut naturally, but modern medicine can be used to put a beta into one if taken. It’s usually used by betas who have an alpha or omega as a mate as a tool to help them through their cycle.
An alpha’s rut can trigger an omega’s heat and vise versa, especially if they are a mated pair. An alpha in rut can also trigger another alpha’s rut, and an omega’s heat can trigger another omega’s heat. The likelihood of this happening depends on proximity, length of proximity, and if the two people are mated to each other.
If a mated alpha or omega are experiencing their cycle and don’t have their mate present, they can experience heat/rut sickness. This occurs due to the lack of contact with their mate, whom they’re bound to by their mating mark. Because people are tied to their mate(s) with those physical marks, the absence of their mate(s) during their most vulnerable, weakened state can become traumatic for the body. They grow very ill very quickly, abruptly going from their heat/rut to full sickness. The sickness drains them of their energy, leaving them with a raging fever and uncontrollable shivers. If it gets bad enough, the victim will fall into a mini coma of sorts. If not treated, it often leads to death. The most effective cure is the presence of their mate(s), as well as a stable environment to rest in.
And that’s really it for those parts of the omegaverse! Let me know if you have any other questions or topics you’d want to hear about from here!
Im curious. What's preheat and how do you know it's coming on? Im not super familiar with misce stuff and I'd like to be able to understand your experience if you're okay with sharing 🤍
hi ! thank you for asking so kindly🫶
heat/rut cycles can look verrrrry different for each individual, or not be part of someone’s misce identity at all !
for me, i consider my heat to be when i’m on my period, but some other people consider it to be when they’re ovulating. that being said, it doesn’t have to be tied to any sort of menstrual or hormonal cycle like that, it can simply be a personal routine that someone includes in their lifestyle!
because of that, people will have differing frequencies - for people who consider theirs falling somewhere in a menstrual cycle, that would mean they go through heat about once a month, but some people who experience heats only do so every 3 months or 6 months (or with whatever frequency works for them)!
since the misceverse and misce identity are so particular to each person’s identity and lifestyle, there are many many different ways people experience it!
Canon a/b/o where omega Steve is still a virgin post CW because those idiots are too slow so their bodies decide fuck it and synchronise their heat and rut finally making them understand, but Bucky is absolutely refusing to fuck Steve during it because he firmly belives first time happening with being knotted by an alpha in rut to be too overwhelming.
(hoping to get @the1918 s openion too😊)
Umm, yes please. This is a good thought.
(@the1918 's hcs/drabbles can be found on her masterlist or here and here)
But, yes, I'm thinking that Steve's cycle would happen first for the soul reason that it would drive them both the craziest.
Steve falls into pre-heat and starts scenting all over the place, in a bit of a haze between being horny and wanting to go settle down in his room and jerk off or being grumpy and pouting at Bucky for leaving the house or leaving his sight.
Steve gets extra clingy and blames it on his incoming heat and not his super secret super obvious crush. Bucky has to choke on and swallow every alpha instinct that he has.
Then...
Then Bucky notices about a day after Steve's cycle starts that he's feeling kinda sick. A little icky.
It takes Natasha coming over and wrinkling her nose, telling them that they've trigger each other's cycles for Bucky to realize. He doesn't exactly remember most of his ruts and he doesn't remember his pre-rut for sure.
Steve's the brave one. As per usual. He sits himself next to Bucky on the couch, closer than normal (and that's saying something cause the live and breathe in each others personal space), hunching in on himself and just putting his feelings out there. Blushing up a storm.
Bucky tilts his head up and just softly, softly, kisses him. Its just a peck.
Steve starts whimpering them, scampering into his lap clumsily and trying to get at Bucky’s tongue. Bucky isn't having it. He slows Steve down and tells him that they can't do this. They can't share their heat and rut. Not yet. They've just figured this all out. Steve whines even more, huffing a little and squeezing at Bucky telling him he's a knot head- clearly their bodies want this to happen. Every part of them want this to happen.
Bucky looks straight at him and asks him if he's ever taken a knot before, in of out of heat.
He shakes his head, whispering, "you know that, Buck."
The alpha does know that. But he also knows stuff that Steve doesn't. He knows that its going to be too much for him and he knows that if he can't knot him but they spend their respective cycles together that it'll hurt them both.
Steve is a stubborn shit anyway.
He convinces Bucky that he'll be fine without a knot - he's gotten through all of his heats without one so far - and the only addition he had is that Bucky has to stay with him. He won't beg for him to fuck him (if he can help it). He won't try to twist his instincts to get his way. He just needs the alpha to stay.
And Bucky can't make himself leave, not when he's looking into those wide, glassy eyes and smelling like the sweetest sin. Temptation is not even in the same relm as the pull he feels towards the omega but its the only word crossing his swamped mind.
Steve's heat comes first.
Bucky wakes up to the blonde omega writhing in his arms, sleep having tightened his hold. He's clawing at his arms with the most mind melting noises pouring out of his gaped lips as he drags his sensitive cunt against Bucky's throbbing cock, soaking both of their sleep pants with his slick. His head is thrown back as far as he possibly can get it and rapture is painted across his face masterfully, his eyes are wet and red and the most gorgeous thing Bucky has ever fucking seen. His eyes beg for him. Those baby blues are destroyed and consumed by his carnal desires, darkened with his gluttonous lust. Every part of him is on fire, his pale skin glowing with the flames taking up his insides and just touching him is making Bucky sweat buckets. Every sweet part of him that Bucky is touching is throbbing with his pulse, alive with his blood and wants. Every hair on his body is raised. Every inch of him is bare and everything inside the alpha suddenly is so drawn to him that he becomes his. Every part of him belongs to Steve, his omega.
Bucky swallows and hopes to the highest heaven that the omega is too out of it to register his rising regret and accompanying realization.
There's no way this is going to be easy.
He is not even fully in rut and there's a growl tearing his throat apart and every part of his brain, hind or not, is begging him to open up the desperate, dripping omega needing him so badly so he can slide into his creamy center and claim him. Knot him. Bite him. Breed him. Every nerve in his body is ablaze and sooner or later he's going to crumble, burning into ashes... and then, then is when he's going to have to surrender to the siren call of their primal nature.
Hiiiii - just wanted to say I love love love your writing 💗💗 and i have a req but idk if you’re still taking requests if you are yayy!! if not bloop 😪 Anyways you could make this multiple parts if you wanted to build on the storyline more but could you do a Neteyam or Aonung (I cant decide - both extremely beautiful in their own way) x reader. Maybe where Neteyam and y/n have always been close and like eachother but haven’t made it official or clear they want to be mates. All the other girls in the village desperately want Neteyam for themselves (obvi) and a few of them heavily flirt with him in which he is oblivious to making y/n jealous. So she plays hard to get and makes him jealous with Aonung or something. Idk but it can end in some FILTHY smut and then fluff 🤭🤭🤭 ok that’s my req. Thank you and keep up the amazing work!!!😁😁😁❤️
Eyes for You
🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞
Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Metkayina reader y/n (19) x Ao’nung (20)
Warnings: nsfw, heavy smut, fluff, first-time, foreplay, oral sex, rut cycle, jealous/protective Neteyam, consent king neteyam, profanity
Word count: 6.5k (sorry y’all, I have a problem with overwriting.)
Authors note: I tried to write this while I was experiencing some writers block + burn out, so this honestly isn’t my best work. Regardless, I hope this is okay, anon, and enjoy <3. Also, I’m feeling really inspired to write something that is unrequested. I’ll be temporarily closing my requests to that I can work through my list of requests thus far (even the ones sent in before this post went up), to the best of my abilities :)
Tags: @jakexneytiri (first part is the bow scene you requested)
Synopsis: You and Neteyam like each other but haven’t made it official. You’re promised to Ao’nung even though you don’t like him in that way. You see Neteyam with another girl, and flirt with Ao’nung to get back at him. Neteyam intervenes and makes you his.
Intro:
There isn’t a single girl in the village of Awa’atlu that doesn’t have a strong liking towards Neteyam. This includes you. As soon as Neteyam approached the shore with his hands out in the air, he caught your eye. You came out from behind your promised mate, Ao’nung, and examined the na’vi thoroughly. His tail was thin, just like the rest of his body, and he had darker skin with golden eyes. It was a beautiful sight, and he seemed to think so too, as his face lit up immediately when he first laid eyes on you. Since then, you guys spend most of your time together, as you teach him and his siblings everything they need to know about the reef people. He has even been teaching you his ways too, riding his ikran and learning how to use a bow and arrow. In the silent moments where it’s just you two, the tension is unspoken, and off the charts.
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“Hold here, tighter.” He taps your elbow and repositions your grip on the taut string.
He’s so close behind you that you can feel his soft breaths on your shoulder. Each warm, pant that blows against your skin makes your bioluminescence glow, and your ears perk up. You simply can’t deny the way he makes you feel. You glance at him quickly, catching the sight of his serious gaze. You hold the string of the bow tighter and adjust your elbow.
“I can hear your heartbeat.” He whispers next to your ear. “Relax a bit, y/n.” He slides hand down the side of your waist, fixing your stance.
“Likewise.” You whisper back, hearing his heart thumping, too.
He leans into your shoulder, his braids barely brushing against your skin, and loosens your grip on your bow. How could you relax when he’s doing this to you? Does he even know what he’s doing? You turn to look at him, searching for any hint of innocence in his eyes.
He pulls back slightly, looking deeply into your eyes. “You know, it helps if you focus on the target, y/n.” he breathes, placing the tip of his index finger under your chin, using it to turn your head towards the target. It feels like your stomach is fluttering, all from his simple touch. You swallow your spit.
He must know what he’s doing, right?
You snap your head back to him, to see him smiling at you, glancing down at your lips. Those flutters in your stomach make their way up to your chest, quickening your heartbeat even more. His smile slowly disappears the more his heavy eyes stare at your lips, and you find yourself staring at his, too. Maybe it’s in your head, but it feels like the distance between you two is shrinking.
You feel his breath on your cheek now, causing your gaze to drop to your feet, and then shoot back up at the target. You clear your throat and reposition your arms. His hand lets go of your waist when he fixes his stance, slightly backing away from you.
He clears his throat, too. “Erm – good.” He looks at the target. “Now, release” he whispers, tapping his finger against your elbow again.
Your arrow completely misses the target. You laugh together, making eye contact again – only to drop your smiles when you feel the tension budding in the air.
“Good try, y/n.” he smiles again, brushing your upper back.
“Thanks, but I’m pretty sure we both saw it miss the target completely.” You laugh, covering your mouth.
He faces turns serious and takes your hand off your face. “You know I don’t like it when you cover your face when you laugh.” He says, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.
You can’t help but smile and stare at him, feeling the warmth in your chest spread throughout your body. “We should go back before our parents get upset.” You whisper, focusing on his lips.
He focuses on your lips, too. “We should. Dad might actually skin me.”
You look down from his lips, landing your stare on his bare, muscular chest. “Well, mine’ll skin you, too if you don’t get me back before the eclipse.” You laugh, using your hands to nudge him towards his ikran.
Though his body moves, his eyes remain locked onto your face.
“...and so would Ao’nung.” You tease, knowing that he hates hearing the name.
He rolls his eyes and walks swiftly to his resting ikran. “Get on, mermaid.”
You giggle, grabbing his hand and hopping on his ikran, seating yourself in front of him. After bonding with his banshee, he takes off, soaring quickly through the air. It’s almost like what happened ten minutes ago happens all over again, with his loud, hot breath on your shoulders, and his hand brushing against your waist – holding onto his ikran.
His warm chest presses lightly against your back, as he steadies his ikran that makes a sharp turn towards the shore. Your heartbeat speeds up. It never used to feel this way – this intense. Sure, being close to him made you nervous, but never this nervous. The flutters in your stomach turn into knots, and it’s almost like he could sense it.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, leaning into your shoulder.
“Yeah. Why?” you ask breathlessly.
“Your heartbeat. It is fast again.” He states, sounding a little worried.
“Oh, that.” you gulp quietly, “I guess I’m just a little motion sick”. You lie, looking down at your hands gripping the seat beneath you.
Immediately the ikran slows down, stabilizing itself even more. His free hand slides over your waist, onto the flat of your belly, and pushes you back into him.
“I’m sorry. Just relax and breathe, you’ll feel better soon.” He whispers into your ear, brushing his cheek against your hair. “Close your eyes.”
You melt into him and allow your heavy eyes to rest. The rest of the flight home is silent and so, so comfortable, that you don’t even realize that you’ve fallen asleep. You wake up to the eclipse occurring, looking down at the glowing arms wrapped around your waist. Not only are you snuggled into his chest, but he is also leaning into you, too.
You take a sharp breath and sit up quickly, looking around you to see exactly where you are. You’ve landed in the sand, right outside of your marui pod. You turn around to see his glowing amber eyes watching you, with a serious expression on his face, as if he were trying to restrain himself in some way.
“Hi.” You smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Sorry I fell asleep; you should’ve woken me up.”
“I did not want to disturb you. You looked...” the corners of his lips slightly curl upwards, “comfortable.” He lies, realizing it would be creepy to say that ‘you look beautiful even when you’re sleeping’.
The sound of your father’s voice breaks the growing tension.
“Y/n. I told you to come back before eclipse!” Your father shoots Neteyam a deadly look, storming towards you. Just as you’re about to explain, Neteyam speaks up for you.
“We got here before eclipse, sir. She felt sick and fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake her. I take full responsibility. I’m sorry, sir.” He bows his head at the chief warrior.
Your father shakes his head and comes to help you down his ikran. He drags you back home and you look back at Neteyam, who is waving goodbye to you, pursing his lips.
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“You know I do not like you hanging out with that forest boy. You are promised to the son of Olo’eyktan, Ao’nung. Do not bring shame to this family.” Your father scolds you, resting his hand on your shoulder.
You shrug him off and walk away to the Marui pod. “You know I do not want Ao’nung, father. I don’t like him in that way.” You turn around, fuelled with anger. “Why must you force me?” you look at him through teary eyes.
“Not another word, daughter.” He says sternly, looking you directly in the eye.
You leave and go to bed, crying yourself to sleep.
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“This will be your second rut without a mate, Neteyam.” Neytiri states firmly. “Why must you refuse all the beautiful girls that offer themselves to you? I will not continue to see my son suffer.”
“Mother.” He looks at his feet. “I don’t want anyone but y/n. I thought I made this clear. I will continue to spend my ruts alone until she is ready.” Neteyam argues, shaking his head. “I don’t care how painful they become.”
“I will be speaking to your father about your betrothment with Tsireya.” She spits, getting up to find Jake.
“Mother! Please.” Neteyam snaps, standing up behind her.
“Agh!” she grabs at the air in front of his eyes, causing him to jerk his head back. “It is final.”
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You disconnect your queue from your ilu and make your way back to the shore. You enjoy your early morning swims, as the water is usually still warm by this time. You see Ao’nung standing at the shore, his hands crossed over his chest, peering at you through his brows (or what would be brows, lol). Ao’nung smirks as you walk on the shore in his direction.
He makes his way over to you, extending his hands outwards, as if he were asking for a hug. “My beautiful mate. I love watching you come out of the water.”
You look down at your feet as you walk past him, trying to avoid eye contact. “Thank you, Ao’nung, but we are not mated.” You mutter.
Ao’nung shouts after you as you walk away. “Agh. I know, I know. We will be soon, my love. No need to be so short with me!”
He knows that you don’t feel the same way about him, yet he continues his feeble attempts at winning your heart daily. Your heart has already chosen Neteyam, and has no space left for Ao’nung, no matter how handsome he may be. You walk up to the grassy part of the mangroves, lifting your head up to see a sight you wish you didn’t.
Neteyam is in front of you, leaning against the large roots of the mangroves, talking to Tsireya, the Olo’eyktan’s daughter. Her beauty is stunning – absolutely breath taking. You could see that he feels this way too just from the way he gazes down at her with the biggest smile on his face. She, too, is smiling with him, brushing against his bicep with her hand.
Jealousy consumes you. The feeling is like a spear to the heart – deep and painful. The pain radiates off your chest, up to your face, reddening it as your eyes sting, pooling with tears. You stand there, frozen in time, just taking in the sight before you. Neteyam laughs, and shakes his head, as if he were telling her ‘no’ to something.
He catches a glimpse of you in his peripheral vision, and does a double take, looking directly at you. When his gaze meets yours and he realizes that your eyes are glossy from tears, his smile falls off his face. You look away, and turn around quickly, hoping that he didn’t see your tearful eyes. You walk hastily back to Ao’nung, with the image of him laughing with the prettiest girl in the village replaying in your head.
“Hey, pretty.” Ao’nung says huskily.
You force a smile on your face. “Sorry if I came off as rude a while ago. I’m not feeling great.” You lie.
He takes a few steps towards you, with concern written all over his face. “What is wrong?”
You didn’t want to tell him the truth – that you were feeling jealous about his sister of all people. “I’m just sore. The water was rough this morning.” You look up at him, meeting his blue-eyed gaze, seeing that he looks worried. “It’s just my back. I’m alright. Really.” You smile at him, thanking him silently for being so concerned.
Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam had made his way over to you the moment he laid eyes on you. He stood at the grassy area by the mangroves, watching the interaction between you and your fated mate intently. Ao’nung inches closer to your face and rests his hand on your waist.
“Crying over a sore back? It must be bad.” He moves swiftly behind you. “You do know my mother is Tsahik, yes? She has taught me quite a bit.” He places his other hand on your upper back. “Where does it hurt the most?”
You feel uncomfortable with his touches and turn around to face him, pulling away from his advances. You see Neteyam in your peripheral vision, seething from jealousy and anger, watching the two of you closely. (side eye, lol)
Is he jealous?
The thought of you making him jealous, too, makes you feel better, as bad as it sounds. You work with the situation, flipping it to your advantage. You focus back on Ao’nung, and smile at him.
“Thank you, Ao’nung.” You rub his bicep, sending Neteyam over the edge. “But I’m really alright.”
Ao’nung arches a brow and looks down at your hand rubbing his bicep. He looks up back up at you and grins, wrapping his hand around your waist. “Took you long enough to come around, my mate.” He pulls you into him, leaning in, staring at your lips.
Its only now dawning on you what you just got yourself into. You feel uncomfortable – on edge. You feel like running away, but you’re frozen, watching him inch in closer to you. Neteyam watches you two get closer, feeling pangs of pain in his chest. He really didn’t think you would choose him, even if you guys were promised to each other. He always knew deep down that there was something between the two of you, it just wasn’t official.
But he couldn’t stop you. He would never come between you and what you want. All he can do is accept it for what it is, no matter how much anger he’s feeling. If you choose Ao’nung, then so be it. His only concern is your happiness, and for it to be your choice. He drops his gaze to his feet, not being able to stand the sight.
It feels wrong, very wrong. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want Ao’nung, you want Neteyam. You break eye contact with Ao’nung, and finally put your hands against his chest, pushing him away from you.
“Wait, Ao’nung. I’m sorry. I, I-” You stutter, turning your head to avoid his gaze and lips. “I’m still not ready, yet.” Neteyam hears this, and his ears perk up as his head snaps back to you.
“Don’t back out on me now, pretty girl.” He cups your cheek and pulls your face in his line of sight.
“Stop, Ao’nung.” You pull your face out of his hand and take a step back, as your eyes start to well up with tears again.
“Y/n. You are promised to me.” Ao’nung says sternly. “How long are you going to take? My rut is coming soon.” He pulls you back into him by your waist, causing you to fall into his chest.
Neteyam doesn’t waste another second and rushes in, braids swinging in his face, and pushes Ao’nung away from you. “You heard what she said.” He growls, towering over Ao’nung.
You hide behind Neteyam, backing away from them both. They’re face to face, staring each other down, waiting to see who will back down first.
Two sons of Olo’eyktan challenging one another? Over me?
“Leave Neteyam. This does not concern you.” Ao’nung looks him up and down.
“No. Back. Off. Now.” he steps towards him, poking Ao’nung’s chest with his finger.
Ao’nung scoffs, shaking his head. “She is promised to me.” He steps towards him. “Mine.”
You’d never seen Neteyam this angry before. You could see the rage in his body language, he looks like an akula (shark-like animal) ready to strike.
“She is promised to nobody. She chooses who she wants.” He snarls, flashing his fangs.
Ao’nung looks behind Neteyam, directly in your eyes. He squints them, looking from you, to Neteyam, realizing that you both have feelings for each other and the ‘choice’ he speaks of is between him and Neteyam. Ao’nungs face relaxes, knowing this will just end in a fight - a fight that makes no sense. He takes a step back putting his hands in the air.
“Smart choice.” Neteyam growls. He turns around to look at you, his eyes were a deep gold, something you’ve never seen before. He shakes his head, as if he were disappointed in you and grabs you by the hand, leading you towards a hidden cave deep in the roots of the mangroves.
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“What were you thinking?” He asks with his back turned to you, not being able to look you in the face.
“What were you thinking?” You shout back, still upset with him.
He turns around, walking towards you quickly, towering over you now. You look up at him, feeling small and feeble compared to his size.
“What? Don’t think I could’ve taken him?” he scoffs, shaking his head.
“I’m not talking about that, skxwang (idiot). I’m talking about you being all lovey-dovey with his sister.” You see his expression change; his gaze softens, and he pulls back. “Yeah, I saw you.” You cross your arms and turn around.
He laughs, loudly, finally understanding the entire situation. You’re both upset about the same thing.
“What’s so fucking funny?” you mumble, back still turned to him.
“We are upset about the same thing.” He slides his hand down your arm, and holds your hand, pulling you towards him.
You turn around, looking him in the eyes. “What?”
“You are jealous of Tsireya, and I am jealous of Ao’nung. What does that tell you?” he smiles, taking your other hand into his.
You roll your eyes and pull away from him. “I don’t even like Ao’nung, you know this. But Tsireya... She is the prettiest girl in the village, why wouldn’t you want her?”
“Y/n... That is not even true.” he scoffs, knowing you’re the most beautiful girl on pandora, “...and it is not what you think.” He grabs your hand again, pulling you into him. “Tsireya and I were just having a conversation.”
“Oh, yeah? A conversation... with her touching your arm like that? Come on.” You hit his hand away.
“Yes. We were making this stupid situation that we are in into a joke. My parents, they are trying to promise me to her, which is stupid because I already explained to them that I have eyes for someone else. And she – she even confessed to me that she has eyes for Lo’ak. It is really nothing like that.” He shakes his head, backing away to give you the space you want.
Your glossy eyes peer up at him, searching for the sincerity in his eyes. “Who?” you mutter.
He looks at you, confused. “Who?”
“Who do you have eyes for?” you ask, feeling the same stabbing feeling in your heart.
“Is it not obvious, y/n?” He whispers, stepping towards you. “I only have eyes for you.” he whispers, taking your hands into his.
Hearing these words make your heart flicker in your chest. You can’t help but smile, the swell of your cheeks finally pushing a tear out of your eye.
“I only have eyes for you, too.” You whisper, sliding your hands up his arms.
You knew your father would be upset if he found out what you were about to do, but you didn’t care. Neteyam didn’t care either, it’s time to break the unspoken tension between the two of you. Neteyam leans into you, his gaze fixed on your lips. You find your body responding to him, tilting your head upwards to meet the gaze of the man in front of you.
“Can I kiss you?” Neteyam asks, wrapping his hands around your waist.
“Please.” You breathe, before feeling his lips crash into yours, reeking of desperation.
He kisses you passionately, but in an inexperienced way. His hands are all over your body, trying to touch every inch of you. He backs you up against the rocky wall, and moves his feverish kisses down your neck, to your collarbones. Your hands make their way to his chest, where they slide down to his stomach, feeling every dip of his muscular physique.
“You are so beautiful, y/n.” He mumbles in between kisses, looking up at you with dark amber eyes.
You giggle, feeling shy from his comment. “Why are your eyes different?” you ask, trying to change the topic.
He kisses the bone between your breasts, inhaling your natural scent. “What do you mean?” he mumbles into your chest.
You feel your nipples harden, and shivers run down your back. “Your eyes, they are darker than usual.”
“Oh, sorry.” He pulls back, blinking rapidly, hoping they’ll change back to their original colour. “My rut is coming in a week.” He nestles back into your chest, lingering there, waiting for your consent.
The thought of him in rut, unable to control his insatiable urges, makes your undergarments wet. You nudge his head over to your left breast, while your free hand unties the knot of your top. Both your movements are hurried, eager for each other’s touches. He takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks on it rhythmically, blowing hot breaths through his nostrils onto your breast.
“Mmnh, feels so good.” You moan softly. He bites your nipple gently. “Neteyam!” You gasp, pulling his head even closer into you.
The sound of you moaning his name makes him impatient, sucking even harder at your nipple, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His big golden eyes stare up at you, like you’re something to be devoured. He unlatches from your nipple and kisses you again, his tongue exploring your mouth and intertwining with your tongue.
He kneads your breast with one hand and uses the other to play with the strap of your loincloth. You could feel his burning desire for you in his movements; he’s ready to take you right here. He shoves his knee between your legs, applying pressure to your cunt. You moan into his mouth and can’t resist humping at his leg.
“Shit.” He groans, applying even more pressure for you to hump at. “I like when you use me like that.”
You laugh between heavy breaths, feeling your slick wet his thigh. He notices, too. “Fuck, you’re that wet already?” he breathes, smiling with raised brows.
He kisses you again, like he can’t get enough of your touch. He kicks your legs open and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. He’s pinning you against the wall, pushing his pelvis into yours. You feel the imprint of his cock through his loincloth, pressing against your hot, wet slit. It feels so thick, and warm, bulging against you, throbbing for some attention.
The friction against your clit feels amazing, like the heat from your cunt is making its way through the rest of your body in waves. The pressure in your chest builds to the point where you must release it through loud moans, and pants. All you can do is bury your face into the crook of his neck while he pins you to the wall and bucks his hips into you.
“Neteyam... it’s so thick.” You whisper shyly, now smelling his musky scent. “...and you smell so good.”
Neteyam is too busy willing himself to be gentle with his thrusts to listen to what you’re saying. He wants to take you right here, right now – to shove his cock inside of you in one thrust and fuck you carelessly for even looking at Ao’nung.
“Why did you touch Ao’nung like that? You should only be touching me like that.” he thrusts hard against your cunt.
You can feel how stiff his cock is, rutting into your plump cunt like that, eager for some release.
“Yeah? And you should only be touching me like this.” You take his hand and press it firming against your breast.
He kneads your breast and kisses you roughly, breathing hard through his nose. All the tension that has been building since his arrival to your village is finally coming to a head. You grab his face and melt even further into his kiss, squeezing your legs that wrap around his hips, trying to push him harder against you.
He pulls away from the kiss, catching his breath. “Can I taste you here?” he pants, looking down at your sticky pelvises rubbing against each other.
“Ugh... yes, Nete.” You whimper, desperate for your mate’s touches.
He puts you down and starts kissing your neck, making his way down your chest once more. You will yourself to stand on your shaky legs, weak from holding onto him so tightly. He kisses your stomach, paying extra attention to your belly button with his tongue. The sensation is so erotic, feeling him inch his way down to your most vulnerable part. He’s breathing in deeply, trying to savour the scent of your cunt.
He kneels before you, looking up at you with big golden saucers for eyes, fiddling with the straps of your loincloth, asking you silently if he can take it off. You look down at him and nod your head, using your hand to try pull down your undergarments. As soon as he gets your consent, he buries his nose into your hips, and slides his fingers underneath the cloth, slowly pulling it down your legs.
He’s grunting into your soft flesh, kissing your thighs and your plump pussy lips. He gently opens your trembling legs, that struggle to remain standing, and looks up at you while he uses his tongue to part your lips. The flavour of your cunt is so sweet – so enticing, that he closes his eyes to fully immerse himself in the experience of eating you out, swallowing the slick that pools in his cheeks.
Although he is inexperienced, he follows his body’s commands, lapping at the sensitive nub at the top of your slit. He feels your body jolt from pleasure, telling him that he’s just found your sweet spot. He sucks lightly at your clit, opening his mouth and licking you from your hole up to your pearl, engulfing it with his hot mouth. He uses his thumbs to spread your pussy lips apart as he makes out with your cunt, looking back up at you.
The sensation is too good, you feel like your legs are going to give out any second. Your hips thrust into his face on their own, already chasing your orgasm. Covering your mouth with your hand, you stop yourself from letting loose the loud moans that make their way up your throat. Your free hand explores the wall you lean against, trying to find something to hold on to. Neteyam notices this and takes your hand, placing it on his head. You weave your fingers through his braids and hold on tightly, as he eats your cunt hungrily.
Not being able to hold back your moans anymore, you drop your hand from your mouth and place it on his head. You let your head dip back as you let loose lengthy mewls into the air as you experience your intense climax. You look down to see Neteyam touching himself, rubbing his bulge with his hand as he laps at your sopping cunt. You want nothing more than to share your next climax with him.
“Fuck... I wanna cum with you, ‘teyam.” You moan breathlessly, legs trembling uncontrollably as you try to push away his head.
He peers up at you, gulping your juices loudly before pulling away from your throbbing cunt. He stands quickly, meeting his lips with yours, having you taste your own cum. He kisses you frantically, still touching himself.
“Mine to touch.” You slap away his hand and grab his growing bulge.
He moans at your aggressive advances. You pull down his loincloth in a hurry, to hear the slap of his cock against his belly. You look down to see his monstrous cock, oozing beads of precum out of its pink, mushroom-like head. His slick is shiny, glistening in the light that reflects against the water outside of the cave. It looks so tempting.
“I want to taste you, too.” You announce, quickly dropping to your knees.
His warm, rock-hard cock brushes against your cheek. You take a deep breath and hold it to savour his musky scent. You release your hot breath through your nose, as you rub your closed mouth up and down against his shaft. The heat of your breath against his sensitive, throbbing cock sends his head back in frustration – he’s eager for you to take him in your mouth. You sense his desperation, and lick the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around his cockhead. He bucks his hips suddenly, sliding his cock over your closed eye.
You let out a breathy laugh. “Want to fuck my face that badly?” You lick his cock from the base of his shaft, back up to his tip and take him into your mouth.
His cock is so thick and girthy that it stings the corners of your mouth when he thrusts inside down your mouth. He’s pressing his hands firmly against the rocky wall behind you, trying to prevent himself from ramming his entire length down your slippery throat. You suck harshly, paying attention to his swollen cockhead as you bob your head up and down.
“F-fuck.” He groans, dropping his head, feeling overstimulated “I need to be inside you.” He grips you by the hair and pulls you off his cock, standing you up. He’s panting like a maniac, backing you up against wall yet again, kissing you hungrily.
“So, fuck me, Neteyam.” You grunt into his mouth, reaching down to stroke his swollen cock.
“Shit. Spread your legs for me.” He moans into your mouth between feverish kisses.
You obey him, opening your legs as wide as you can whilst standing up. His fingers rub against your slit, coating themselves with your glossy slick. You whine against his fingers, trying to grasp them with the walls of your cunt. He rams two fingers inside you, scissoring them to stretch your hole out enough for his cock.
“Nghh, Neteyam... make me yours.” You pant, trying to grind into his fingers. “Just put it in, already” you whine, trying to replace his fingers with his cock.
“Patience, my love.” He pants, trying to be gentle with you. “It is your first time, no? You must be stretched.” He hums, inserting his third digit inside of you.
You feel like you’re losing it, you just need his cock inside of you. “Please. I need this.” You beg, gripping his member.
His hand is pressing against the wall; his wrist brushing against your neck as he looks deeply into your eyes – forehead to forehead. He searches your eyes for your bluff, to be met with your serious glare. He’s so eager to fuck you that he can’t even hold himself back anymore to stretch you out properly.
“Fuck, y/n.” he exhales, moving his hand from your slit and turning you around, pressing you roughly against the wall.
Your tail sways wildly from side to side, tickling his throbbing cock, as you look behind you at your soon-to-be mate. You see him reach for his queue, running his hand along its length before bringing it forward. Knots form in your stomach knowing that he’s about to make the bond with you. He takes his hand off your head and reaches for your queue, bringing it towards his.
He pauses, waiting for your word – for your consent.
“Yes, Neteyam. Do it.” You say through shaky breaths, feeling your slick drip down your legs from the thought of him being all yours. You knew this would upset many people close to you, but you didn’t care.
He watches closely as your tendrils wrap around each other, morphing together to form a unified connection. Your eyes bulge and dilate as you both take a sharp breath, feeling your bodies and minds sync together. He looks down at you, and you look behind you to meet his gaze, knowing his every thought – knowing exactly how badly he wants you.
You’re panting at the mere thought of him ploughing into your cunt. He presses you against the wall with his body, pushing his bulge against your slit, coating it with your thick nectar. He leans into your ear, brushing his lips against it, just taking in the feeling of his mate. You feel him grip his cock and rub the tip against your hole. You feel his restraint – his struggle to fight the urge to bury himself inside you.
Please... hurry. You pant, pushing yourself back onto him.
Say the words, y/n. Use your voice.
“Fuck me.” You moan breathlessly, feeling his hot breath against the back of your neck. “Please.” you whisper.
“Good girl.” he smiles into your shoulder, lifting one of your legs up in the air, spreading you wide enough to accommodate him.
He slides the tip in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his thickness. It feels as if you’re overly full – stuffed to the brim with Neteyam’s huge cock, and it isn’t even half way in yet. You whimper loudly, from the mixture of pain and pleasure of taking something this massive inside of you. Neteyam cups your mouth with his hand, muffling your loud, lewd noises.
“Shhh... Mawey. You don’t want your father hearing us, do you?” he growls into your neck, slipping into his hazy fog of desperation. Your whimpers quiet down into soft mewls as your cunt stretches to the sheer girth of his cock. He praises you by planting soft wet kisses on the nape of your neck.
“That’s a good girl.” He groans into your neck, inhaling your natural scent. “You are taking me so well.” He looks down at the sight of his mate taking his cock for the first time, causing him to lose his control for a split second.
“Although, I would love to have Ao’nung hear this.” He rams his entire cock inside of your cunt in one swift thrust, getting the pain over with for you.
“Agh! Neteyam!” You yelp out a long, loud scream, feeling overstimulated from the mixture of sensations happening all at once.
Hearing his name roll of your tongue in such a lewd manner causes him to fall deeper into the haze he’s under. He’s breathing heavily into your shoulder, enduring the tightness of your cunt as it clenches around his entire length, willing himself not to pump in and out of you.
“Mmn’ you okay?” he mumbles, focusing on being as gentle as he possibly can with you.
“Sst. ‘ts too big, it stings, Nete!” you panic, frantically trying to accommodate to his size.
“Shh... I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses your neck while rubbing circles into your thighs, patiently waiting for you to get comfortable. “But you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this... wanting you.” he growls.
Flutters are felt in your stomach, yet again, making you want him even more. “Me too, Nete... I’ve wanted you from the moment I first lay eyes on you.” You say between shaky breaths. “You can move now.” You moan, feeling more pleasure than pain as you back yourself up on him.
Those were the only words he needed to hear. He begins thrusting into you with no rhythm, grinding his cockhead against the hole of your cervix. He moves his hand in front of your body, tracing the dips of your stomach as he makes his way down to your swollen clit. He rubs circles into your wet pearl as he ruts relentlessly into you.
“Oh, good Eywa. Neteyam!” a new sensation washes over you as he fucks right into your sweet spot.
“Fuck. You’re so... *thrust* fucking small... *thrust* so tiny... *thrust* and tight.” he grunts into your ear, rolling your clit between his fingers. “Shit. You’re just sucking me in.”
He’s pounding into you at this point, unable to restrain himself from his territorial urges, fuelled by the jealousy of seeing Ao’nung touch you in that way. You could feel that his climax is near, as yours is nearing too. Your leg is shaking, about to give out at any moment. He takes notice of this, and lifts your other leg, causing you to slump back into him as he fucks you suspended in the air.
He weaves his arms under your knees and around the back of your head, spreading your legs as wide as they can possibly go. He is pounding into you so hard that you can feel his balls slap against your sore clit. His movements become erratic, like he’s going to cum inside of you any second. The heat is overwhelming, like you’re about to implode from the sheer force of his thrusts.
“Fuck! ‘m gonna cum!” you cry, finally feeling the burning sensation in your chest shoot down into your pelvis. Your walls clench tightly around his cock, on the verge of pulsating.
“Oh – oh fuck.” He huffs, quickly climbing to his peak. “Moan my name. Tell me who you are really promised to.” he groans, licking the dip of your shoulder.
“Ngh... Ne-neteyam! I’m promised to you! Oh – I’m cumming!” your cunt throbs quickly as you cum to the sound of his sweaty skin slapping against yours, burying his pulsating cock deep into your cunt.
“Gooood girl. Cum all over my cock” he grunts into your ear, cumming inside of you. “Ughh... fuck.” he groans, looking down at his cock spurting its thick, heavy ropes of cum into your cunt.
He rests his head into your shoulder, desperately trying to calm down from his high. He’s panting hot breathes onto your clammy skin, already being consumed by his urges yet again. He uncontrollably bucks his hips into you, as you feel his low mewls vibrate into your shoulder. He’s whimpering from the overstimulation of his body rutting into you after just cumming.
“Y/n. You need to go.” He growls, suddenly pulling out of you and releasing your legs – causing you to fall to your knees, breaking tsaheylu. You turn your head around and look up at Neteyam to be met with reptilian-like, green eyes, peering down at you.
“Neteyam?” you pant breathlessly, already knowing what’s happening.
My current fic is one in the a/b/o 'verse and, I just, usually in fics (my own included) alphas just want to take and claim when they're in rut... but since its a fantasy, I'm going to present the alternative of alphas wanting- no, needing something else.
Needing instead to make their omegas (its the simplest dynamic so I'm gonna go for that one) feel good in any way possible, being driven to, yes, get them to take their knot because they know that'll be the best way to satisfy them both at the same time. But, also having urges that can be satisfied just from making their omegas cum. Not needing any release besides seeing their mate orgasm.
Fingering them or getting them to sit on their face until they cum and, sure, they may be boiling over with heat and their knot may be itching to pop but it feels just as good as orgasming to please their mate. They can wait until the next peak of their rut to cum because they want nothing more than to please their mate because of all the provider/protector instincts.
Real service top alphas, y’know? That's all I want.
