MODERN AO'NUNG HCS PT. 2 SAMOAN!FEM READER

MODERN AO'NUNG HCS PT. 2 — SAMOAN!FEM READER

pairing. human!ao'nung x samoan!fem reader

summary. just Ao'nung with a Samoan girlfriend

warnings. swearing

a/n. for my polynesian babes wherever yall at ❤️

masterlist. pt. 1 pt. 3

AAPI month and Samoan Independence day have passed and I think of this idea NOW 😭☠️ out of all times wtf

BUT ITS SUNDAY AND STILL SAMOAN LANGUAGE WEEK ‼️

But idc 🧍‍♀️

Gotta do what I gotta do because I am not letting ts go

I love my culture, just like anyone else does, I'm still learning more about it so I researched and placed some of my own knowledge into this.

Aiuli - Participants who dance and cheer around a solo performer as they dance. Participants are never allowed to dance and cheer in front of the performer, only from behind them.

Taualaga - A performance, importantly the last, to close off an event. Mainly done by a solo female performer. Some are allowed to have people in the back while they Aiuli, some just rather have a solo performance.

"WHAT?" he screams in the middle of class, causing everyone to glance at him.

It was supposed to be a surprise, really. But your ass accidentally slipped out the fact that you were going to perform a cultural dance on Multicultural Day that was coming in a few weeks.

He would definitely try to Aiuli when you dance.

No questions asked.

Although he doesn't know how to properly dance the traditional way, he'll look around and copy the actions of the other pupils.

You both are heavy on learning each other's culture, so when he forgets a certain thing, he goes to your cousins to ask for help

"Wait so- I can't ae-oo-lee in front of her?" Ao'nung poorly pronounces, a slight dark tint on his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck.

"Never. Always stay behind her, or whoever is doing the solo," a boy says with his arms folded against his chest. "If you see people giving money during the dance, don't throw it at her while cheering. Be respectful and softly stick to her arms, they're gonna be covered with oil, anyway. If you can't do that, put it on the ground behind her.

"Right, right..." Ao'nung frantically jots down as the latter continues to speak.

On the day of your dance, he gets so confused when he sees people swarming around, especially in front of you. He will literally stand there like 🧍‍♀️???

But doesn't copy the others as he sees his friend from earlier who told him what not to do, cheering from behind. He smiles warmly before sticking noted bills onto your oiled arms. Kissing your cheek slyly before going back to his position.

"Alu ai gi ou kae."

Bro got slapped. Not too hard, but hard enough to know that he said something wrong.

"Ow! Baby, what was that for?" He holds his cheek, rubbing it softly. Slightly pouting while looking down at your shorter figure. Quite dramatically because you felt like all you did was tap his cheek.

"Why did you say that for?" You looked up at him with your nose scrunched.

"I asked Vika how to say "wanna kiss?" I asked him an hour ago so my pronunciation wasn't that horrible." He sulks. You roll your eyes before cupping his face, leaving kisses all over his cheeks, nose and forehead. "Yeah well, you just told me to go eat shit. Vika's Tongan, you idiot. He only knows the swear words."

i wanted to write sm more but i rather keep this short LOLOL.

i literally deleted some modern human Neteyam hcs, i want to cry i gots to write ts again

Ride me? || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara (Spider-Man 2099) x F!reader

Tags: Overstimulation, rough sex, choking, squirting, vaginal fingering, big dick Miguel, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), fang kink if you squint.

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Just when you thought he's exhausted enough from chasing Miles Morales and had given you the chance to actually ride him, Miguel has other plans.

This man evokes something so feral in me that I forgot I was suffering through the worst writer's block. He got me giggling and twirling my hair yesterday at the cinema wtf. I used my very limited Mexican Spanish knowledge from watching streamers flirting in a block game for this.

cariño - honey || mi vida - my life || mi amor - my love || guapito - handsome

Miguel isn't the type to let someone control the pace, even if he did, his hands grounded on your waist would soon guide your hips into a rhythm he prefers, hard and fast.

You've been hearing the ruckus down the spider webs, something about another version rebelling against the usual stories of every Spider-Man in the multiverse to save his dad. Knowing that your husband sits at the top as their leader, you expected him to disappear for a long period of time.

Not that you mind of course, he's had plenty of times he charges in to handle an anomaly himself.

You do have to give some kudos to the kid for trying to change reality though. After Miguel's story, nobody in the headquarters, even you, dared to defy the fates laid upon every Spider-Man.

It's been three days since he left and honestly, you didn't expect him to arrive yet. A person deterring from the fates of every Spider-Man would be hard to handle, you couldn't even imagine how difficult it'd be.

So when the doors to your apartment flew open and came to him, practically drooping from exhaustion, you were surprised.

He came earlier than expected.

"How'd the chase go?"

"I don't want to talk about it. Come here." 

Drying your hands off on the towel hanging from the wall counter, you made your way to the man laid spread and heaving on the couch. His head tipped back with his usually neatly gelled hair now haggard and messy, he looked up when he sensed your presence and immediately pulled you onto his lap.

You laughed. "Don't fall asleep here, I don't want to carry your heavy ass."

His lips tugged into a weak smile, his pointy canines briefly appearing.

"Spider-Man is supposed to help the weak, are you really ignoring a civilian in need?"

You didn't get what he meant until he pulled your hips closer, dragging your core over the tent on his pants.

You hit his arm. "Go to sleep, you must've been really tired after chasing that kid around."

"Then ride me."

You paused before narrowing your eyes at him. He's baiting you with the very thing you've wanted to do since the beginning. But the dark cloud of lust in his eyes somehow convinced you of his genuineness.

His talons dug onto your flesh, hard enough to take control of your hips to grind on top of his dick sensually while keeping eye contact with yours. You couldn't ignore the pleasure and jolts of heat electrifying and burning your nerve endings alight at every drag of your heat over his.

"I want to feel you baby, I miss you so much."

Miguel pushes you down on his hardness and you moan, the feeling of his girth finding home between your legs shot electric pleasure down your spine.

"You are a convincing man."

"And you love it."

You lunged for a kiss and instantly, one of his hands threaded itself onto the back of your head, locking you in place as your lips danced against each other in a fierce battle. The raw hunger after being starved for a week now surfacing and consuming you both, mind and body. 

His other hand guided your hips up and down his clothed dick, his deep groans and growl lit fireworks in you, igniting your determination to coax more of them out of his lips.

"Get rid of the pants or I'll rip it off of you."

"Rip it then."

He didn't need to hear you twice. 

In one quick motion, he tore your sweatpants into two before doing the same thing to your panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. He groaned as his head fell onto the crook of your neck, hands crawling up to cup your breasts before your top and bra suffered the same fate as your other clothing.

"The pants, only the pants! I loved that bra!"

"I'll buy you something better, from another universe even." He responded, almost breathless as your scent invaded every speck of his senses. Miguel groaned. "Fuck, I miss this scent of yours baby."

"I don't care, get rid of the suit."

His attire dissolved into thin air and retracted back to god-knows-where, revealing his ruffled shirt and grey sweatpants that did nothing but proclaim his clear desire for you.

"Let me prep you real good, huh?"

Retracting his talons, two of his fingers delved into your heat, immediately drenching itself with your arousal and he groaned.

"So wet for me, mi amor."

"Only for you, guapito."

Two of his digits rolled your clit sensually and with the dexterity of an experienced man, urging more of your arousal to coat his fingers further. Once he was satisfied with the amount of fluid now dripping into his pants, he wandered lower and lower until he plunged his index in, curling it up so deliciously you moaned and grinded your hips onto the slow plunge of his hand.

His eyes watched your heat like a ravenous man holding back, the feral look on his face only pulled you closer to the edge.

And it's only a finger in.

"So tight, mi vida. You treat me so well."

He added two fingers in and you screamed, his pace now rapidly gaining speed. Your eyes rolled back as your hips thrashed and clumsily followed his thrusts, there was nothing else that mattered more than coming for your darling in that moment.

Miguel groaned, watching your face twist into the most sinful display of pleasure he has ever seen. The pride and smugness from knowing it was all because of him made him smile.

Only he could see you in such a state and no one else.

You clenched around his digits, tempting him to finally take the dive. Although his fingers coaxed pleasure out of you with no problem, you missed the feeling of his dick carving your insides, stretching you thin and reminding your cunt who it belongs to.

But Miguel ignored the bait and instead hastened up while curling up to push on your g-spot. You almost blacked out from the euphoria he feeds you, a coil in your stomach tightened and you moaned.

"I'm cl-close… Fuck!"

"Give it to me baby, I want it all."

It didn't last long until the coil exploded and your arousal squirts out of your cunt to drench Miguel's shirt, whose gaze turned a shade darker at the scene when you peered down to meet his gaze.

A tense atmosphere rose from his mere gaze and goosebumps prickled your skin. Your heartbeat jumped through the roofs as you stared back at his dark eyes, he triggered your spidey sense.

And for some sick reason, it only ignited the simmering arousal in the pits of your abdomen.

"Fuck the ride, you're not getting up until I say so, cariño."

You barely sensed him flipping you both, with you now seated and spread on the sofa while he stood in front of you, hastily removing his remaining clothing as if it angered him.

It didn't take long until his hand cautiously wrapped around your neck and his other, pinning your hips as he plunged himself deep into your cunt. You screamed as he pushed more of him, inch by inch. He stretched you out to the point of no return, the burn of his cock carving you open once more made you light-headed.

And he loves nothing more but seeing the cock-drunk look on your face.

Miguel grinned, his fangs protruding so attractively. "God, I love how fucked you look for me, cariño. Give me more."

He pulls and plunged himself back in, shooting hot white pleasure in your body. Miguel didn't wait long before his usual hard and rough pace started. The hand around your throat tightened and your mind turned woozy from the lack of oxygen, his thrust taking your breath away only evoking the feeling of nirvana within you.

He drove in you hard and quick enough you can distantly hear the couch legs wincing as it gets pushed back with every plunge of his dick.

"Fuck…!"

"That's right darling, I'm fucking my sweet cariño open and wide for me."

The electric shocks the head of his cock briefly grazing the head of your uterus sent your legs flailing on his sides. Growing bothered by them, he halts to rest them on his wide shoulders and wraps his arm around your thigh before entering somehow deeper into you.

Your hands found his meaty thigh and dug itself onto it and it encouraged him to go even faster, pushing you closer to the edge and you swore you could see the pearly gates of the heavens.

"I'm co-coming…! Miguel!"

"Give it to me baby, you know how much I love seeing you convulse so helplessly around me."

The hand on your throat left to find purchase on your clit, rubbing you as fast his cock plunges into you.

With a scream, you came. 

Your legs trembled violently on his shoulder as more of your arousal spurts out of your heat, white hot pleasure burned and stirred every nerve ending awake as your eyes rolled back.

But this doesn't seem to be enough for Miguel who only took a break to see your thighs convulse before continuing his thrusts.

You hit his thighs as he kickstarted another orgasm now bubbling in the pit of your stomach but he paid no heed. 

Not that you minded of course, if anything, it only pleases the sick bastard in your head, wishing to be used and fucked so well by your husband like it's your sole purpose.

"I'm so close, baby. Can you give me another one? Surely you can, right?"

His fingers rubbed your clit to the point of pain yet it somehow enhanced the pleasure growing larger in your chest and you screamed. Miguel bent down to rest his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, in the clouded state you were in, you could make out the sharp points of his canines pushing down your skin.

The threat of his bite shot jolts down to your heavily beaten cunt, once again tightening its coil. The frequent groans and low growls escaping his lips alone told you he's near to climax.

And with that, he's dragging you down with him.

"Please please please, give it to me…!"

"Yes, cariño. Anything, Anything for you."

With a couple of thrust, scorching hot explodes inside of you and Miguel slows down, almost into a halt as he rides down his high. The face of pure unadulterated ecstasy painting his face, along with his fingers, you came with another shout.

When he's calmer, he lets his sweaty body fall into your arms before reaching around to do the same. 

As your breathing returns to normal and the fog in your head clears, Miguel places a gentle kiss on your temple and cheeks.

"I love you so much, cariño."

"I love you more, guapito."

modelito ᅳ miguel o’hara

“la vo’a romper como en billar, ella sabe que es sexo y ya.”

｡･* +18. dom!miguel. afab!reader. hate sex. biting k. size k. dirty talk.

you were fighting the urge to grind your hips harder into miguel’s cock, his hands on your hips keeping your balance and pace as you bounced in top of him while he only watched your every move.

it was already humiliating that you felt this way about him, you hated him, that’s what you would tell everyone; he was arrogant, and thought that he was better and smarter because he was the boss, and maybe sometimes, when he was balls deep into your cunt, you would agree with him.

“quién habría dicho que eras tan fácil, huh?” his smirk against your heated skin had you scowling at the ceiling, your walls tightening around his soaked cock and nails digging into his shoulders only making his expression deepen and bare his teeth to nip at your neck, his fangs bruising your skin, marking you, making your body shudder against his. (t: who would’ve thought you were so easy?)

one of his arms goes around your waist as his hips buck up into yours, making your legs shudder as you lost your pace.

you would think that in this position; you on top of him, taking all of his cock with a hand in his hair and the other digging into his shoulders, and your tits —that he loves to suck and tease— bouncing against his face and chest, you’d have some sort of control over him, a way to show him that you are using him, that you can take what you want from him, but as everything he does; miguel is in total control, playing with your body like a fiddle he knows too well, knows how to touch in just the right spot to have you like puddy in his hands, knows exactly where is that little spot that makes you come harder than you thought you could.

and, begrudgingly to you, his words knew how to fall from his mouth and land on the core of your want that had you rolling your eyes in pleasure instead of annoyance, praise and degradation in spanish making your pussy clench and gush around him.

and doesn’t he love it.

you don't need to try to hide it. even if you did, around the base, telling everybody how much you despised your boss, you could never hide it from him; everything you felt for him dripped from your body like a plentiful stream of moans, and whimpers.

this little dynamic the two of you had was entertaining and teasing on the outside for those looking in, fights and discussions over anything, but when there were only the two of you there was nothing but raw sexual tension and lust, ‘why of all the variants did you chose him?”

an answer simply answered by his thumb pressing itself onto your clit, the slow-hard circles he rubs into it making your moans come out more weak, more frequent and loud moan, he made you feel so good, too good to stop it.

“ay, princesa…,” you don’t have to open your eyes, you can feel the wattage of his cocky smirk through your lids, “you always say you hate me but this pussy loooves me.” he drags the word as you clench around him once again, his teeth nip at your chin, leaving a kiss that is too soft for the situation. “why don’t you thank me for letting you have my cock, huh?,” he pulled your hair, exposing your neck for more marks and bites. “say gracias, papi.” he ordered.

you’ve been fucking for so long you’ve dropped titles, in moments like this he wasn’t your boss, nor miguel, he was just papi.

“jódete.” you moaned in the farthest thing from indignation. (t: fuck you)

he chuckled cockily, his hot breath against your skin as the assertion from his hold on you and the stamina of him having the strength to continue the steady thrusts of his cock in your cunt, makes the fluttering around his length turn into that vice like clenching; you’re so close again.

“that’s why you are here for, baby,” he chuckled. “you think you have everyone fooled, walking around base callin’ me names, diciendo que me odias, when they all know how much of a slut you are for me.” he grunts against your lips, “we both know you love me, but if you’d like to keep pretending that you don’t, that you don’t love coming on this cock, then we can just,” he moves his thumb from your clit and stops his thrusts, grinning, “stop.” (t: saying that you hate me)

“fuck, miguel.” you whined in frustration, the tears in your eyes as you look down at him making his grin grow into that frustratingly smug stretch, that you hate to love so much.

his brown eyes filled with a desire hot enough to burn through you, his hands massaging the skin of your hips with such delicacy that it made your stomach churn.

you fucking hated him.

“si quieres correrte ya sabes que hacer,” his hand moved to the back of your neck to close the distance between your lips, as he pulls you down on his girth once again. “solo dime lo que quieres,” he smirked. (t: if you wanna cum you know what to do, just ask me nicely.)

you’d really really want to just grind your hips against him and tell him to shut up, but he’s fuckng you so excruciatingly slow that you need him to go faster, and just with that thought, you moan for him in the weakest whimper, so he can finally please you. “please make me cum, miggy. te necesito.” you nearly cried, he kissed you harder. (t: i need you)

when he pulled apart, his pleased chuckle makes your spine tingle, “buena niña.” he presses one last kiss to your lips before you’re breaking the seal of his lips with a moan from his thumb returning to your clit, “no era difícil, verdad?, come around me, bonita, scream my name so everyone can know who’s cock you love so much.” he said before diving his mouth into your tits, biting on them while you fucked yourself around him. (t: good girl, it wasn’t difficult right?”

Think about it, Miguel fucking a not very far along pregnant anomaly who didn't even mean to be a anomaly, her friend made a mistake causing her to be teleported to a different universe again, and she's not happy about it either

yeah, doesn’t matter what you say or do or anything - miguel’s going to be keeping you.

maybe it’s the sensitivity of his trained ears, or maybe he can hear the second heartbeat deep in your belly, but something about your pregnancy turns him into a fucking feral beast. he’s fucking you against every surface he can find, one clawed hand wrapped in your hair and the other pressed gently over your stomach.

“you’re mine now,” he says against the curve of your ear while he’s got you in his bed, back arched against his defined abs, his arm tangled around you middle and his free hand rubbing quick, tight circles around your sensitive clit. his cock is hitting that sweet spot inside of you, his hips snapping into the globes of your ass in a steady rhythm that’s slowly increasing the more riled up he gets. “you hear me, princesa? you’re all mine now. you and our baby.”

it’s a second chance for him to have a life as a father, to correct all the mistakes he’s made. plus, he has you now - he couldn’t think of a more perfect mother for his baby.

doesn’t matter if he’s keeping an anomaly from returning home; as far as he’s concerned, you belong to him now.

Aged Up Neteyam x Dacryphilia | Smut

Warnings: p in v, Dacryphilia kink, crying, orgasms (m and f)

‘Aww is my pretty girl crying?’ He’d tease slyly, the squelching sounds of his hips colliding with yours. Your soft moans and cries being heard through the forest, as he pounded into you mercilessly.

His grip was tight around your waist as the pad of his finger came to wipe your tear away, smirking down at you. ‘I-it’s s-so good Teyam!’ You mewled out, hands gripping onto the grass beneath you.

He chuckled at your whines, his thrusts getting deeper the more you cried. God you looked so beautiful like that, crying around his cock. Taking a mental photo he began kissing down your neck, purposely overstimulating you. Causing more tears and sloppy moans to escape you, your hand came to grip onto his back.

His lips kissing up and down your sweaty body, his smirk growing the more as he felt your tears dropping onto his face. ‘C’mon cry for me’ he’d grunt as he could feel that familiar feeling in his stomach. His thrusts becoming more and more careless, chasing his own release.

Your slick was seeping out of your abused cunt, his cock glistening in your arousal. ‘A-ah!’ You moaned out a bit louder this time, skin slapping against each other. He was so deep inside you, getting deeper and sloppier with every thrust. You were out of breath at this point, body becoming limp as his pace became negligent and rapid.

He watched your every movement, his cock twitching inside you as your cries could be heard throughout the clan. It was all too much, his teasing and the way he knew how to hit your sweet spot so so well. Your own release was building up inside you, nails digging deeper and deeper into his flesh. ‘Ewya your tight’ he hissed from above you, maneuvering your hips closer to him, a soft mewl falling from your lips as his cock dug deeper into you.

‘Teyam I’m so close!’ You cried out, tears steaming down your face now. It couldn’t have been a prettier picture of you he thought, laughing under his breath as your pussy was clenching around him deliciously. He gave one last thrust as he let out a grunt, shooting ropes of cum into your velvety walls. It was sticky inside you, your own climax hitting you like a truck. Your walls clenched around him, your legs squeezing him tightly into you. As your back arched off the ground, seeing stars as you let out a soft sigh.

Your mate pulled out of you, wiping the tears off your face once again as he kissed your cheek. He laid next to you on the soft grass, pulling your waist to come closer to him. You smiled at him as he traced circles on your back, his cum seeping out of you, leaving a messy trail down your legs.

‘You look so pretty when you cry’

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