#also wondering if it would be awkward for him to join the hug

[yuri-is-online]

I'm so happy that my concept has become an official part of the script!

I enjoy reading the Yutu series, but I'm wondering if there'll ever be a moment when Yuu goes bear mode to protect their cubs.

Hear me out: since Yuu is basically the only non magic student in NRC crewel decided to give them a self defence weapon to keep themselves safe under the condition that they absolutely only use it for self defense. The weapon in question was a taser stick.

Now let's set the scene: Yutu has been trained to deal with phantoms ever since he was accepted into NRC, however when a phantom literally spawns behind him from a portal, it's hard to do much. As Yutu falls and tries to crawl away from the phantom's path Yuu (who was walking behind Yutu) yells "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY KID" and tases the phantom so hard that it loses spacial awareness and falls stunned, giving them time to stand somewhere safer and more advantageous for battle. Yutu is stunned cause while he knows his parent has a fighting spirit, the parent they're used to has been softened by time and trauma so to see them actively looking for blood (uh...ink?) is new. It's also a sight that yutus dad REALLY enjoyed

I think the phantoms would be a bit more sensitive to lightning/electrical attacks because it's not just something that's bright that attacking you (like fire) but it also travels through their body.

-Grim!OB anon

The concept of phantoms being more vulnerable to lightning.... hmmmmmmmm. That's an interesting concept Grim!OB anon. I have been thinking about cosmic magic in TWST... I wish we could get some more insight into how it works and why there are two versions of it. If all magic produces blot, does that include light aspect cosmic magic? And if so does that mean an overblot phantom can use it ●︿●

Yuu's a strong character in my mind, one who reacts when their friends are in danger. Yutu knows this in theory of course; he remembers how you reacted when he was a child and cried about something small, but this isn't something small. The Yuu he has been fighting for had become an ideal more than a person, but that's not the case anymore.

You are real, your fury is real, the noise that's torn from your throat rivals the King of Beast's roar.

"STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY KID"

It's an order so surreal he swears it seals itself into time and knocks him back into the version of him he should be. Years of fighting blot phantoms and scavenging for survival is gone, his father finishes off the phantom with a wave of his pen as Yutu scrambles for you only to find himself hauled up for a strict examination.

"Are you hurt at all?" Your eyes are so hard but your voice is so soft, he can barely hear you. "Sweetheart," your thumb rubs circles on his cheek, oh it's because he's crying "it's ok, I'm here." You are cradling your child in your arms because he is crying and you are determined to keep him safe. "You don't need to fight alone anymore."

You won't let him.

[rafesangelita]

hi victoria!!! i love ur pogue!sweetheart!reader and i was wondering if u could do a lil hurt/comfort thing where one of rafes friends tells reader she talks too much/is too loud and she gets super upset? i’m a super big crybaby and i talk a LOT and i’d love to see how you write how rafey defends n comforts her :,)

warnings: protective!rafe, topper and kelce are pretty mean in this one >:(, rafe defends you <3, sight angst, fluff, rafe being the king of reassurance

a/n: i have personal beef with anyone who tells ppl to quiet down when they’re excited for something, or just naturally outgoing. also idk how to play poker so excuse the way i explained it if it’s incorrect lol

before you, friday nights were always reserved for rafe and his friends, the group of them either going out for a beer or staying in and betting money on card games. but now? rafe spent his friday nights buried inside of you, both of you laughing and kissing each other in the dark until one of you fell asleep first. and rafe wouldn’t have it any other way. his friends however, weren’t very fond of your boyfriend choosing you over them.

which would explain their impromptu visit while you two were mid-makeout session. “so this is why she has you locked away, huh?” you jumped, rafe covering you with a throw blanket as he slipped his shirt on. “what the fuck, guys?!��� rafe glared at kelce and topper, your skin hot with embarrassment. “you left the door unlocked, playboy.” topper pushed a twelve pack of beers into rafe’s chest, the pair of friends walking to the kitchen.

“are you okay, baby?” rafe leaned down, wanting nothing more than to sucker punch his idiot friends for making you feel mortified. “i’m in my bra and panties!” you whispered, scrambling up from the couch and running up the stairs to rafe’s bedroom. rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath before meeting topper and kelce in the kitchen. “y’all should’ve called me or something.” his tone was harsh, kelce holding his hands up defensively.

“she has you so pussy whipped bro, would you have even answered?” no, the answer was no. “it doesn’t matter, you two shouldn’t have walked in like that.” topper scoffed, popping open a can of beer. “chill, man, we just came to see our boy,” kelce slapped rafe’s shoulder, “and beat your ass at poker.” he added. rafe laughed, muttering a ‘not a chance.’ before going upstairs to check on you. “y/n?” you were fixing your disheveled hair, your lips still swollen from your previous activities.

“hey..” you turned, rafe pulling you in for a hug. “why don’t you come downstairs? be my lucky charm for the game we’re gonna play.” you shook your head, recalling topper’s words from earlier; ‘so this is why she has you locked away, huh?’ locked away? really? “i better not, you should go have your ‘bro’ time, i know it’s been awhile..” you smiled, hoping he didn’t catch the way your gaze faltered. he did. “i want you with me.” he pecked the tip of your nose, your eyes shutting momentarily.

“what if they don’t, though?” rafe was already dressing you, waving off your words. “well then they can leave.” he shrugged. you sighed, letting him walk you downstairs where topper and kelce had the game set up on the table. “the girl scout is joining us?” you didn’t miss the way topper exchanged looks with the boy on his right. “yes, she is. is there a problem?” kelce mumbled a ‘no.’, followed by an awkward clearing of his throat.

rafe pulled you onto his lap, the guys starting the game as you rested your head against his chest. you didn’t know a thing about poker, your lips quirking every time your boyfriend shouted excitedly. “there’s no way!” topper slammed his losing cards on the table, “i have nothing!” kelce was getting frustrated, the chances of him winning decreasing with each turn. “if i flip this card and it’s right, i take all of this.” the guys had already put in well over four hundred dollars, the tension in the room incredibly thick.

“with this money we’ll get you that mixer you been wanting, how does that sound?” you nodded, both you and rafe leaning forward in anticipation. as soon as rafe turned his last card over, you screamed, jumping up as topper and kelce heads fell down in defeat. it was the first time you had even opened your mouth tonight, and kelce wasted no time in shutting you down. “calm down, do you really have to be so loud?” your smile dropped, along with rafe’s. “forreal.” topper glared at you before pushing the money in your direction.

“what’s up y’all’s asses? she’s just cheering,” rafe pulled you to his side, “just a reminder that you two came here on your own accord and interrupted us, not the other way around.” in that moment you felt like a little girl again, always having someone to tell you to quiet down and suppress your excitement. you couldn’t help the tears from welling in your eyes, their judgmental looks making you want to disappear. prior to you and rafe being together, topper and kelce had always been nice to you, but all of that seemed to go out the door when your boyfriend stopped participating in their little get togethers.

“we hardly see you anymore, bro, we just don’t understand why she can’t lay off sometimes.” topper looked over at you, his jaw ticking as rafe laughed bitterly. you couldn’t believe your ears. if only they knew how much you encouraged rafe to hang out with them. “has it ever occurred to you that maybe i rather spend my time with my girlfriend than hanging out with you two? get the fuck out of my house.” topper and kelce looked like they were at a loss for words, both of them apologizing to you under their breath.

“and not that it matters anymore, ‘cause you two are so convinced that she has me trapped in her evil lair somewhere, but she encouraged me to come down here by myself before i dragged her along with me. you don’t even know what you’re talking about.” rafe basically pushed them out before shouting, “and i’m keeping the beers assholes!”

rafe shut the front door, making sure to lock it this time before he scooped you up in his arms. “don’t cry, sweetheart, they’re both idiots.” you sniffled, laughing softly. rafe smiled at the fact that he knew how to make you feel better. “talk my ear off while i order that mixer, i love hearing your voice.”

[gyuvision]

strawberry soju -> [back to masterlist?]

pairing : exes to ?? hong seunghan x fem reader

contains -> : drinking, mention of alcohol/being drunk

wc : 0.9k

preview ! - your drunken ex boyfriend calls you up out of nowhere, leaving him under your care for the night when he doesnt want you to go.

continue? ⬇️

you groaned at the sound of your phone buzzing once again. after all, it really does get annoying when its been 3 minutes and 7 missed calls.

“who could be calling so late? 10pm on a friday..”

setting down the ramen cup and pausing your favorite show, you swipe to accept the call, holding the phone up to your ear without checking the caller id. “hello? whos this?”

“y/nniee? that you?” the person slurred.

you knew that voice all too well, you didn’t even have to look at the contact name. “seunghan.” you sighed.

“you finally answered.” he exclaimed. you could practically hear his stupid smile.

“been drinking again?” you said, already knowing by his tone of voice.

“just.. a little tipsy..”

“are you-” you were cut off by someone elses voice.

“sorry y/n. he had a lot to drink.” eunseok joined in. “you mind getting seunghan? i know its.. awkward still. but my parents are supposed to go out soon, and i don’t want to leave my brother by himself.”

“hes sooo drunk that he seems to think you’re still together. he’s been asking for you all night!” sungchan snickered somewhere in the background.

“uh.. send me your location then? i guess its fine just this once. he wont even remember it in the morning.”

so you found yourself driving to a well known local restaurant to pick up your ex boyfriend. even though it was your choice, you couldnt help but wonder why you were doing this.

and you also couldn’t help but feel bad at the thought of seunghan being so drunk to the point he still thinks you’re dating.

“y/n, over here!” sungchan called out to you as you entered the building.

“wheres eunseok?”

“you just missed him. he had to go because he’s too worried about his brother.”

“my y/n! you’re here!” seunghan squealed going to pull you into a tight hug.

you awkwardly pat his head in return instead of hugging back. though you couldn’t say that you didn’t miss his touch.

sungchan helped you both to the car before he took off as well.

“god you smell like.. like, strawberry soju?” you exclaimed. “you really reek of alcohol. how much did you drink?”

seunghan replied by holding up 9 fingers, a lazy smile across his face and his eyes closed, with his cheeks a bright pink. “9 shots?” you scoffed as you set course for seunghans house.

“babyy.” seunghan whined. “im not your baby.” “you’ll always be my baby.” he teased back.

you sighed as you rubbed your forehead in frustration. “what do you want?”

“aircon please. i feel hot.” he mumbled as he tugged at the collar of his shirt.

you sank into your seat after turning on the air conditioning, putting up with how cold you were so he could feel better. after all, he was a bit of a liability right now though.

you walked up to seunghans apartment with him leaning into your shoulder while he had one arm around you for support.

“whats your code?” you asked, opening his keypad as you assumed he changed the password after your break up.

“same as always. your birthday. i would never change it.”

you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t soften even in the slightest.

after changing seunghans shirt for him then getting him tucked into the sheets, you went to get up to get ready and go home before he pulled you back into the bed with him.

“please dont go.” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your neck with a small whine.

“but didn’t you think that we..” “nah. just wanted to believe that we were. feel more confident when i’m that drunk.”

“im sorry.”

“why did you leave me?”

though seunghan had said some crazy things that night, nothing would’ve prepared you for that.

“seunghan..”

“i dont care about it anymore then. just dont leave me again. even if its only for today.”

you turned around in his grasp to press a light kiss into his forehead. “promise.”

you decided, maybe it wouldnt be so bad to spend the night. you realize you wouldnt mind being happy with seunghan again even if it meant that he wouldnt remember any of it.

‘but might as well, cause i cant help myself.’ [1:36]

..

‘i dont ever wanna know how it feels to not have you, my strawberry soju.’ [1:51]

[friend-shaped-but]

Reunions

Thirteen years ago, Krishna had taken Dhrishtadyumna and Shikhandi aside and told them in no uncertain terms that they would not be taking out their anger of the Pandavas on their sons. Thirteen years later, Shikhandi takes them aside and looks them in the eye, telling them with pride, and a hint of warning that their boys have changed and grown into men. Nakul knows why his tone holds warning, even if the others may not get it. He gets the message loud and clear.

They have changed, and you are not to fault them for that.

So he doesn't.

He just observes.

He observes Draupadi's brothers run into the room, Yudhamanyu and Uttamaujas running to her and each of them grabbing one of her hands and pulling her ahead to join the rest of them. They're twins, just like him. She's a twin, just like them. Just like half of Panchal's sons. Kumara and Panchalya tackle her in a bear hug, with Prince Satyajit shouting 'careful, careful' in the background. A rare exclamation of joy, rarer in these years, slips out of her mouth when she sees a laughing Shikhandi and a softly smiling Dhrishtadyumna. She shakes off her younger brothers and runs to them. After all, they are her favourites.

With her husbands, she cannot afford to have favourites. With them, she cannot be free. She is always their wife, their queen, and although she gets love in both Panchal and Indraprastha, she gets freedom only with her brothers. It reminds him of himself, a memory flitting across his mind of rambunctious young boys, one getting him in a headlock, another trying to pull it apart, one leaning tiredly against the wall and yet another pulling him to join his brothers. Call him soft-hearted, but his heart always clenches when she laughs freely, like she hasn't done for so long, and that can only be done with her brothers.

But then, from behind them, her sons show up. He observes Kalyani tear up, hands on her mouth, and how Prativindhya is quick to put an arm around her and pull her close and wipe her tears. He towers over her now. He'd always wondered how his second-eldest nephew was doing. A part of him had died after that day, and Nakul feared it wasn't coming back anytime soon. He'd always been close to his mother. Sutasoma and Shrutakarma, he notes, are probably crying more than her, and his heart does a little flip-flop. Shatanik is stone-faced, thoughts flitting through his mind and flickering in his eyes, but his mouth doesn't betray any of it. He looks calm, and absently, Nakul murmurs, 'you've changed, duckling,' and promises himself never to say that out loud. The children are painfully aware of that fact, they don't need to be told. But when she hugs the four of them, Shatanik looks up, caught in the moment as if a deer in the headlights, and then hugs all of them, shifting them and almost picking them up with the force of his hug. Nakul shakes his head in fond exasperation. He had never been good at showing people he loved them. And being trained by the Parshatas would have exacerbated that. But it was alright, he knew how to read emotions from the slightest curl of a fist, the minutest furrow of eyebrows, and the tiniest twitch of an eye.

He observes Prativindhya, turned away from his father, his face painted with slight disgust and his hands crossed. He observes how Sutasoma is quick to swallow, unsuccessful at hiding the lump in his throat, his eyes murky with the film of tears on them. He sees Bheem look at him for only a moment before nearly crushing his son in a hug, picking him up like he was feather-light and asking him about his health and his food and what he'd been up to. He sees Shrutasen stand stiffly as Sahadev looks at him, really looks at him, both of them so stiff and awkward it makes him want to tease his brother and push them closer for a hug. But he knows Shrutasen was barely eleven when they left, and does not know how to interact with a man he scarcely remembers. He also has more important things to do, namely, seeing his own son.

This time around, Shatanik observes him. He's rough around the edges, and his arms on his father's and he is intently looking at him, his eyes narrow and searching. "I've missed you kid," he says, gruffly. He does not call the man in front of him duckling. He does not feel he would like that. Shatanik nods. "Same," he whispers.

But Shatanik's eyes keep darting across the room, and he turns to look. The sight makes a deep, deep discomfort buried within him resurface, and he rolls his eyes at how predictable his brother is being. Shrutakarma is ecstatic to see his father. After all, Yudhamanyu must have told him a lot of stories.

But Arjun has walked right past him to see Subhadra and Abhimanyu. Arjun probably doesn't even realize what he has done in his excitement. But Shrutakarma walks off to stand in a corner, downcast. The action had been done, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, and Shrutakarma cannot see intentions. He can only see effects. But despite all that had happened, Nakul smiles. He remembers the kid.

He remembers a five year old, running through the stables with Shatanik and the stablehands running behind him and stopping only when he came to the strange horses Krishna had given him. He remembers Shatanik listening to him patiently as he rattled off about each of them, his face alight with joy and excitement. Nakul looked at the two of them, how their eyes seemed to search for each other in a crowded room and deduced that he had continued being loyal to Shatanik, and Shatanik, in turn had morphed his patience into a fiery protectiveness.

Shatanik guides him over to his youngest nephew and Nakul just smiles and opens his arms. He bites back a gasp at how quickly Shrutakarma comes to him and hugs the poor boy back. Shatanik rests a hand on his brother's back, and a thin smile splits his face. Nakul drags him into the hug, pressing his head Shatanik's neck, taking a deep breath and smiling to himself. Vindhya and Shatanik are taller than his brother and him respectively. Shatanik awkwardly pats his shoulder.

Shatanik needs time, he senses. To come to terms that this is real. There is a lot going on behind that large forehead, and it needs to settle before his son comes to him.

Nakul decides to wait. They have time, don't they?

[flaggermuser]

Look At This Photograph

1,229 words || AU, Tender Threads timeline, Hurt/Comfort, GN Reader, Doctor Reader, Happy Ending, References to Childhood Trauma ||

A little gift for @sehtoast feat. Tawny (GN Reader)

It follows on from When You Loved Me

This is also unbeta'd so we are dying like kings

Tawny.

Ben had heard Homelander say your name enough times for him to become curious enough to meet you finally. He knew all about the bad room, the unending nightmare of experimentation that Homelander was subjected to as a child.

But he’d never heard about you before Homelander went ‘home’. Homelander even admitted that he didn’t know about you until he found that fateful file with your name.

Then he tracked you down.

And now, Ben stands with Homelander, patiently waiting for you to open the door. He notices how Homelander fiddles with his suit, almost nervously, as if his appearance must meet your approval.

The moment you open the door, Ben is slightly taken aback, able to hide his initial surprise quickly.

You’re nothing like the others in the lab.

“John!” Your arms fling open, and you pull Homelander into the tightest parental hug.

Hearing you say Homelander’s real name throws Ben off a little, something that, this time, he’s not able to hide. Yet he manages to collect himself enough to see how Homelander melts into you and your embrace.

“They love me,” Homelander explains with a smile. “They had to leave because they loved me.”

It seems to last for centuries, neither of you willing to let go of the other until Homelander eventually, and with much hesitation, pulls away first.

“Tawny, this is my boyfriend, Ben.”

Now your attention is on Ben, your lips curving into that warm smile that Homelander won’t stop raving about. Something undeniably nurturing about you makes Ben’s guard drop only slightly.

“Welcome, Ben. John has told me so much about you. Come on in.”

It’s precisely how Homelander described it in vast detail.

Everything from the slightly tasteless couch and armchair set to the mantlepiece covered in those ornate frames. Despite Homelander’s numerous attempts to explain how different you are, Ben remains on edge, ready to defend Homelander.

“A glass of milk for John, lemonade for Ben and some cookies for both.”

It feels strangely familiar, like when Ben used to visit his grandparents. It's a very simple but extremely loving gesture that makes Homelander practically beam with happiness.

“So Ben,” you begin. “Homelander has told me everything about you. It's so nice to meet you finally.” There you go again with that tone, filled with sincerity and unfathomable kindness. 

“Likewise,” Ben musters, still unsure. “It's a nice house you have.”

“I’m glad you think so. I try to keep it nice, although I don’t get many visitors. Well, I never used to.”

You reach across, taking Homelander’s hand and squeezing it as tightly as possible, looking at him with an adoring gaze. It's no wonder Homelander latched onto you as quickly as he did.

You give your love so freely - Homelander doesn't have to do anything to earn it.

It’s unconditional.

Homelander excuses himself, leaving Ben alone with you. He’s trying not to look at you; he doesn’t want you to notice how uneasy he is. Luckily, Homelander has been too preoccupied with you to notice how awkward Ben feels.

“You're uncomfortable, I can tell,” you state it as a fact but tenderly, attempting to ease the tension caused by Ben’s anxiety.

“I'm anxious too,” you confess. “I admit part of me worries that you think I'm unsuitable to be in John's life. He told me you know about the lab and what was done to him. I know you must have questions; I’ll do my best to answer.”

Can you read minds?

“Why did you join the project in the first place? Surely you knew what they were doing?”

“I didn't,” it's the truth. Ben can tell when people are lying. “I joined because it was advertised as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; I thought it would be something else.”

The first few tears prick your eyes. “I stayed because I couldn't leave him to cry alone in the dark at night. He needed someone to care for him, so I did my best.”

You sniff, barely able to utter another word before Homelander kneels at your feet, taking your hands in his and glaring at Ben.

“What did you say?” Homelander hisses, clearly angry that Ben made you cry.

“John,” saying his name draws his attention back to you.

Ben watches how you hold Homelander's face in your hands and look at him like he's the most precious thing in the world to you.

Ben sees it then - Homelander might not be your son by birth, but he is by circumstance.

You love him with all your heart.

“Don't be silly and get upset with Ben,” you continue. “He's just asking me questions about my time at the lab. Of course, I'll get a little sad; they’re painful memories, but it's fine, honestly. He loves you very much; he wouldn't ask me if he didn't. He wants to make sure I'm good enough for you.”

Homelander looks back at Ben, his eyes filled with regret, “I'm sorry, Ben. I'm just so…”

“Protective,” Ben finishes. “I know you are, Johnny. I'm sorry too, I just had all these questions and…”

“Ask them,” you respond. “Ask them all.”

It’s late.

Ben should have been snuggled up in bed with Homelander, but he couldn’t sleep until he did one final thing. 

He knocks on your door, rocking his heels while waiting on your porch, his hands clasping something behind his back. The hallway light turns on, the locks unlock, and the door opens a little, revealing your face. 

You quickly undo the locks, almost throwing open the door and grabbing Ben by the biceps, your face filled with worry

“Ben! Is everything okay?” Your voice trembles. “Are you hurt? Is John hurt? Has something happened?”

“No,” Ben splutters out. 

The worry melts away into a warm expression, and you happily welcome him again, only for Ben to stop you in the hall. He doesn’t want to go further; this is only a flying visit.

“I just came by, and I wanted to give you something,” he says, handing you a gift hastily wrapped in brown paper and string. He waits with bated breath as you open it.

Your eyes well up, and tears slowly fall down your cheeks as you cover your mouth with your hand, the other trembling while you hold the photograph.

It’s Ben and Homelander, sitting on the couch in Homelander’s penthouse with smiles on their faces. A private and tender moment captured forever and sealed in a simple frame. It’s clear from your reaction that this means a lot to you.

“Oh, Ben, this is wonderful,” you say, reaching out to grab his forearm. “Thank you so much. It’s going right on the mantle.”

“I’m sorry for earlier.”

“Nonsense.” The look in your eyes shows that this parental love extends to Ben. “You’re just looking out for John, and I appreciate that—truly, I do. He has some wounds that run very deep, those that will never heal and leave everlasting scars. I can only do so much. But he has you to help him through the pain.”

Ben wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your hair and softly sobbing. He feels silly for being so anxious about you and your intentions, but despite your past misdeed, you have the purest heart.

And you loving John as a parent loves a son is enough for Ben.

[loakstahni]

Na'Vi? More like puppy.

Warnings⚠; smut, fuff, piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, object use (reader gets fucked with highlighters), Virgin!reader, size difference (reader is 7'0 and teyam is 9'2), tail pulling, bit of kuru pulling, couch sex, best friends to lovers, modern au!

A/N; this is a collab with my mootie and bestie @quicktosimp, go give her all the love! She is the best and I am extremely thankful to have worked with her💕

Word count; 6'434👀

Modern!aged up! Neteyam x fem!snow na'vi reader!

It was around mid-afternoon by the time Neteyam got back to the dorm houses, making sure to kick His snow-covered shoes off at the door before unlocking the door and walking inside.

His keys jingle lightly as he sets them on the table beside the door, stretching his sore arms above his head before rounding up some clean clothes. He pads into the bathroom on the other side of the dorm room and shuts the door, starting up the shower. While waiting for the water to heat up, he undressed, finding a few furs from his roommate on his jeans. He smiles fondly, shaking his head before stepping into the hot water.

Once he had rinsed his braids and washed his body, paying extra attention to his shoulders and back, he rinsed off and dried himself with his favorite white, fluffy towel. He slips into his clean clothes, a loose pair of gray sweats and a simple black turtleneck.

Neteyam wanders back out into the main room, glancing at his roommate's bed. He flops himself onto the soft mattress, seeing a few clumps of white-gray fur puff up into the air before slowly landing back on the bed. He cocks his head to the side, ears twitching in interest. He sits up, fidgeting with the soft shedded fur. Neteyam sighed softly, rubbing the soft furs between his thumb and pointer finger, wondering what more of the fur would feel like, what it would smell like.

His ears flicker towards the sound of someone outside the door; he shrugs it off as nothing before turning his attention back to the soft fur between his fingers. his tail swaying slowly behind him as he brings the soft fuzz up to his nose, inhaling gently.

It wasn’t unusual for Neteyam to be on (Y/N)’s bed; in fact, it was to be expected. So when (Y/N) walked through the door, shaking the excessive snow stuck to her fur off, she knew to go straight to her bed. Pouncing on Neteyam into a hug.

“Hey Teyam! How was practice?” she chirped, rubbing her wet furn into his clothes.

A soft grunt leaves Neteyam as his hyper roommate lands on his back. He chuckles, slightly turning his head back to catch a glimpse of her fluffy face. “It was fine, a little more than normal, but fine.” he replied calmly, smiling gently.

(Y/N)’s face lit up, “I heard they were going to be working you guys harder! Since you’re supposed to be going against another school soon!” her tail waved back and forth in excitement.

“Yes, but I am sure we'll do fine in the compensation.” Neteyam hums. His skinny tail slowly started to curl around (Y/N)’s fluffy one, hoping she wouldn't notice.

“So, who are you guys going against? I know it won't be anyone from the north. None of us, Tundra or Arctic Na’vi, have used a bow before,” She questions, leaning her head onto Neteyam’s neck.

“I haven't been told who we are going against yet. but I promise you'll be the first to know.” he hums, his heartbeat picking up slightly. Trying his best to keep himself calm, the last thing He wanted was to make things awkward between him and his close friend. “What about you? anything new today,  sevin?” Neteyam asks, his voice soft.

“It snowed today!” (Y/N) practically yelled, “There are also several snow banks that I was able to go play in finally! There’s nothing like jumping into the perfect snow bank!” her tail increased in speed as it wagged.

“But I wished I could join you in archery,” (Y/N) pouted a little, “Seriously! But I can’t due to my hands! Have you ever tried to use a bow covered in fur? My fur bends out the bow! And then there’s my hands! Also covered in fur!” she laminated, fully flopping onto Neteyam’s lap dramatically, covering his turtle neck in her white and grey fur.

Neteyam chuckles fondly, his golden eyes locked onto her bright blue ones. “well, you could always shave your fur off. Remember when we were young, and Lo'ak and Spider shaved your fur off with my mother’s razor?” Neteyam laughs, his shoulders shaking slightly.

(Y/N) looked up at Neteyam with wide eyes, absolutely horrified, “Nope! Natta! Not happening again! I looked like a naked pa’li! Do you also remember how long it took to grow back? Or how long it took to clean up all the fur?”

Neteyam bites his lower lip slightly, holding back his laugh. “Yes, but a very cute naked pa’li.” He teases, ruffling her fluffy white hair.

“I wasn’t sure who was the most angry, my parents, ‘cause I got shaved or Tiri, 'cause we used all her razors,” she cocked her head to the side, leaning into Neteyam’s hand, “We also broke your dads.”

“Ah, yes.. sa'nok was pissed.” Neteyam chuckles, gently brushing his fingers against one of (Y/N)’s fluffy ears. Neteyam hooks his arms around (Y/N)’s tiny waist, standing up without a struggle and walking towards the kitchenette, setting her down on the sofa while grabbing water for himself and her before plopping down next to her. Handing the bottle to (Y/N). “So..sevin, may I touch your fur..?” Neteyam tilts his head slightly, heat rising to his face, making his cheeks flush a dark purple.

(Y/N) sat up, straddling Neteyam’s lap, “Sure, Teyam! I’ve missed having someone play with my fur!” her tail was back to wagging happily as she removed her top. Thick fur covers the expanse of her body, leaving everything hidden from sight.

Neteyam’s ears drooped slightly; the tips flushed red. “I..” his face flushed a brighter shade of purple. He forces himself to not look at (Y/N)’s chest; even if the fur hid her breasts, it still didn't feel right to look.

“I’ve missed having grooming days! Because of all the fur, we would help each other as a family! I’m really happy you asked Teyam!” (Y/N)’s smile was blinding as she spoke almost faster than her mouth could cooperate.

Neteyam nods slightly, moving a hand up and lightly running his fingers through the fur on her neck. His tail thumps against the couch as he brushes his fingers through the soft fur.

(Y/N) giggles lightly, “You’re gonna have to go harder than that, Teyam. I can’t feel anything through my fur!” she wiggles lightly.

“Do not... Say it like that...” Neteyam mumbles, scratching the skin underneath the fur on the nape of her neck. “It makes things sound weird..” he huffs, glancing at (Y/N)’s face.

“Like what? Why would that be weird?” (Y/N) mutters as she leans into Neteyam’s touch; a gentle purr starts to rumble through her from his touch.

“Never mind.” Neteyam shakes his head slightly, shiny braids swinging slightly. His eyes glance down at the swell of her breasts, covered by the fur but still visible. He forces his gaze away from her chest, looking at the wall behind her. His hand moves towards the top of (Y/N)’s neck, scratching gently.

(Y/N)’s purrs increase as Neteyam continues to scratch at her neck. She leans back more into his touch, wanting more, trusting him to hold her up. The thoughts from before had vanished.

Neteyam’s other hand held her up, keeping it flat on the small of (Y/N)’s back, his thumb brushing against the base of her fluffy tail. Neteyam leaned his head back against the couch, sighing softly to keep himself relaxed.

The brush against (Y/N)’s tail shot sparks through her body. Her eyes dilated as a held-back choked moan, not understanding the sensations, “Teyam?” she asked softly.

Neteyam’s ears perked straight up, his golden eyes flying open as he stared at her in disbelief. “I.. What’d I do..?” he sits up, moving his hands away from her body. Afraid he touched her too hard or pulled her fur without noticing.

(Y/N) was upset by the lack of touch now; even if she didn’t understand it, she liked it. “My tail Teyam. You pet my tail. I liked that?” It came out as more of a question as she wiggled impatiently.

“O-oh.. Right.. Sorry.” Neteyam mumbles, placing his hands around her small hips, slipping them around towards her tail, stroking the fur at the base while running his other hand along the length of her tail. “I thought I hurt you, sorry.

(Y/N) fell forward, rubbed her face into Neteyam’s neck, “Teyam.. Teyam!” she cried from the shocking pleasure, her tail lifting higher along her back.

Neteyam’s eyes widened, His pupils dilating. “Easy, sevin.. I got you..” Neteyam whispers, wrapping an arm around her while stroking the length of her tail. He felt heat start to pool in His lower belly, making his body feel hot.

“Teyam, it feels good?” she whines as she starts to rock her hips with Neteyam’s hand.

“I can tell..” Neteyam drops his face into (Y/N)’s neck, breathing her scent in deeply. The arm supporting her moved to hook behind her rear, squeezing her ass gently. “You smell... So much better than I thought..” He mumbles out, lightly tugging her tail. He felt dizzy off her scent, her pheromones driving him bonkers.

Deep in (Y/N)’s core, she felt something tighten, not understanding what it was, but warmth flooded between her legs, something she’d never felt before, “Teyam, what is it? I like it!” She whined, sniffing at Neteyam’s neck, liking the new scent she smelt from him.

“Not sure yet,” Neteyam hums, bringing his hand away from her tail for a moment. he cups (Y/N)’s chin, tilting her head slightly before leaning in and connecting his lips with hers.

Neteyam’s lips muffled the whine from when He let go of her tail. But (Y/N) was soon distracted by his lips, slotting her against his properly, as she reached around, threading her fingers into Neteyam’s hair.

The groan Neteyam let out was deep and rough, full of need. His eyes fluttered shut as He pressed his lips firmly against hers while his hand left her chin, slipping down to brush the longer parts of fur away from her breasts, exposing the soft, little globs of flush, covered in fur as well.

(Y/N) broke away, panting heavily, “What are you doing with my breasts, Teyam?” She asks, confused but trustingly, As the tight feeling from before loosened.

“You'll like it, I promise..” Neteyam said softly, cupping one of her breasts in his palms, gently brushing his thumb over her nipple before leaning his head down. He lightly licks his rough tongue over the little nub, sucking lightly while his other hand kneads at her right breast.

A shocked moan leaves (Y/N)’s lips as she pulls Neteyam closer. (Y/N) sat on Neteyam’s lap fully, as she enjoyed his touch, pulling on his braids. “I like it, Teyam,” She admits quietly, embarrassed as no one had seen her breasts before.

Neteyam hums in contentment, his tail wagging against the sofa. He lifts his head up slightly, pulling his turtleneck over his head and throwing it somewhere off the couch. He leans his head up, nibbling at her jaw before grabbing her tail again. “I've liked you for a while; you have no idea how happy you're making me right now..” he huffs, his voice low.

The moment Neteyam’s fingers touched her tail, (Y/N)’s tail flew up flush with her back as she pushed her hips back. In (Y/N)’s haze, she recognized His words; her heart sped up faster, this time from happiness, “Yes, Teyam, I’ve always loved you,” She admitted, rubbing her cheek into Neteyam’s neck: the glee and unfamiliar touch battling for dominance.

Neteyam gently moves around, carefully laying (Y/N)’s smaller body down onto the sofa. He bends over her body, gently nibbling at her right ear before he moves down, kissing her neck, even if it was just her fur he was kissing. Neteyam’s skinny tail curled around her fluffy thigh, both his hands placed on her hips.

“Teyam! You stopped again!” (Y/N) whined, disliking the lack of touch on her tail. The warmth between her legs was receding once again. In retaliation, she grabbed Neteyam’s tail, gently tugging it while flicking at the soft tip.

Neteyam’s hips involuntarily buck against her as she grabs his tail, his head drops down slightly, a low moan falling from his lips. “Sorry, syulang..” Neteyam mumbles out, sitting back on his knees, gently tugging at her tail again before gently sliding his hands along her legs, gently hooking thumbs underneath the waistband of her pants.

(Y/N) sat up, lifting her hips for Neteyam. As she settled down, her back was to the main part of the couch, and Neteyam was kneeling between her legs; if it weren't for her thick fur, she would be a blushing red mess. “Teyam, I’ve never played down there before…” (Y/N) whispered nervously.

Neteyam's ears perk up, and he nods lightly, gently tugging her pants off her legs. “You've never touched yourself...?” He asks with a head tilt. He glances down at her thighs, spotting her light blue panties. “Why not..? If you don't mind me asking.” Neteyam asks once more.

She looked away, unable to meet his eyes, “Too much fur. Every time I’ve tried, I can’t find anything…”

“We'll fix that now, won't we...?” Neteyam gently lifts her hips upwards, pulling her panties down and setting them on the floor. His mouth fills with drool as he gently parts her legs open, having a hard time seeing her slit until he parts some fur out of the way; finding her tight, little slit, and little nub. “Found it, syulang.” He hums.

(Y/N) shifts as she feels Neteyam’s eyes on her open slit. Her core dripping from his attention, “How do you play with it?” Her voice was meek as She watched Neteyam.

Neteyam gently guides one of her hands down, placing her middle and pointer fingers over her own clit. “Feel that..? Rub it slowly,” Neteyam said with a gentle smile, patting her inner thigh.

Uncertain (Y/N) does as Neteyam says, rubbing Her fingers over Her clit, (Y/N)’s throws her head back as she moans unashamed. Her fur became wet from the amount of slick She was producing, rolling her hips into the touch.

“There you go, keep touching yourself; I gotta open you up,” Neteyam said, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before gently gathering the slick at (Y/N)’s entrance, coating his middle finger before carefully easing just half of his finger in, feeling just how tiny and tight she was.

(Y/N)’s legs closed as she winced, “Teyam, it burns,” fire flowed through her cunt, as Neteyam’s finger tried to make its way inside.

Neteyam pulls his finger out of her, looking down at her little cunt. “I'm sorry, love.” He said gently, sitting up as he glanced around slightly. Reaching towards the highlighter on the coffee table before glancing back at (Y/N).

Spotting what Neteyam was looking at (Y/N) became confused, “My highlighters? What do you need those for?”

“If my fingers are too big for you, maybe this is small enough..?” Neteyam said, bringing one highlighter up to his mouth slicking it up with his spit.

As Neteyam covered the highlighter in his spit, he used his other hand to gently spread (Y/N)’s legs apart again, giving him room to work. Once the highlighter was slick enough for Neteyam, he slowly brought it to (Y/N)’s slit, feeling the end up and down, pressing over her clit before gently sliding it in. The highlighter slipped in much easier than his finger did, so he slowly slid it in and out.

Neteyam’s eyes were locked on (Y/N)’s face, watching for any signs of discomfort or pain. He made sure he was gentle, sliding the highlighter in and out of her tiny slit carefully.

The highlighter was painless, but (Y/N) was unused to the sensation of being filled by anything, her brows furrowed in confusion. Recognizing her expression, Neteyam brought his other hand to her clit, his thumb slowly rubbing circles in time with the highlighter.

A gasp leaves (Y/N)’s mouth as she’s assaulted by the simulations.

Neteyam’s thumb rubs her clit more, working on thrusting the highlighter in and out of her more. Still being careful not to hurt her. “Does it feel good...?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes,” (Y/N) moaned, starting to enjoy the sensations more.

Noticing that (Y/N) was taking the highlighter well, Neteyam let go of the highlighter inside her, leaving it there before turning to grab two more.

Neteyam turns back towards her, slicking up a second highlighter before carefully pushing it inside alongside the first one.

“Oh!” (Y/N) exclaimed, surprised by the new addition. The second marker caused more of a stretch, pleasantly filling her more. She lifted herself up onto her elbows, looking down at Neteyam, “How many more are there?” She asks, as her slit throbs.

“One more, syulang. Then I think you can take my fingers... And maybe then my cock..?” Neteyam teases, sliding both highlighters in and out of her little cunt. His tail curls around his fuzzy ankle, the fluffy tip brushing against her foot.

In Neteyam’s hand, only the green highlighter was left, meaning the pink and yellow ones were inside her. (Y/N) clenched around them as she watched them slide in and out of her. “Your cock? I haven’t seen one before,” her face flushed as Neteyam angled the markers into her g-spot. Her toes flexed, and her legs shook.

“You will like it once you see it,” Neteyam promises, his ears swiveling forward as he takes note of her sudden change in body language. “You gonna cum for me? Huh, sevin syulang?” He hums, starting to push the green highlighter inside her along with the pink and yellow one.

The sight was lewd; even though the highlighters were thin, the three of them out together in her tiny cunt was obscene. Each of them pulled her entrance taunt, as the bright colors couldn’t be missed. It was like a target right for her weeping cunt.

“Cum? What do you mean cum?” Her voice rose in pitch as something in her belly tightened again, stronger than before.

Neteyam chuckles gently, rubbing her clit a bit harder. “Deep breath, you're doing a great job. Let it happen.” Neteyam coos, leaning over and pressing his forehead against hers.

She shook her head from side to side as she continuously clenched around the highlighters, the coil tightening with nowhere to go, “Teyam! It’s getting stronger! I don’t know what it is! Teyam! Teyam!” She screamed her release as the coil snapped. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as she continued to shout her release. Slick gushing from her cunt and over the couch and Neteyam.

“Good job… there you go, sweet girl..” Neteyam coos, pressing a few tender kisses to (Y/N)’s forehead. He carefully pulls the highlighters out of her, his ears twitching at the squelching sound.

(Y/N) flinched from the additional pleasure, as she had already cum once, her bleary eyes tried to focus on Neteyam, watching as he placed the highlighters into his mouth, sucking her slick off of them.

“Teyam? What are you doing? That’s gross!” (Y/N) tiredly exclaimed.

“It's not gross, it's delicious..” He smirks, tossing the highlighters off the couch before sitting back on his knees. He places his hand on her thigh, parting her legs a bit more before prodding at her soaked entrance with two of his fingers.

“How can that be delicious? It was inside- Oh fuck!” (Y/N)’s thoughts were cut off as Neteyam slipped two fingers inside her. Wiggling them around, feeling her gummy walls.

(Y/N) tried to close her legs from the oversensitivity, only succeeding in trapping Neteyam’s face between her legs.

Neteyam sits up a bit, spreading her legs open again. “Shhh.. I know, relax. I got you, syulang..” Neteyam soothes, hooking his two fingers upwards before scissoring his fingers apart.

(Y/N)’s eyes screwed shut as Neteyam continued on. Her pussy had never been stretched that far before, let alone feel the pleasures that Neteyam brings her. Each curl and spread of his fingers caused her to shake even more as she writhed in place. Unable to move out of Neteyam’s grip.

Neteyam gently kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s nose, pushing his fingers until they hit the last knuckle. “Look at how well you're doing, little one..” He coos against her ear.

“Teyam, it’s too much! It’s so big!” Tears sprung in her eyes, one slowly trailing down her face.

The same coil from before was tightening again, and she didn’t know if she could take it.

“No, no, no... It's ok..” Neteyam gently cups the side of (Y/N)’s face, gently pulling his fingers out of her slit.

(Y/N) can’t stop the whine as his fingers left her slit; as much as it overwhelmed her, she couldn’t help but be disappointed about the emptiness. Another whine leaves her, this one more frustrated as it seems like she couldn’t figure out what she wants or needs.

“Do you want me to keep going, syulang..?” Neteyam asks gently, cupping her cheek gently.

“Yes? No? I don’t know, Teyam!” Her words were sharp from her frustration, but there was something she did know she wanted, “Kiss me? Please?” She asked him softly.

“Of course, sweet syulang..” Neteyam leans down, pressing a soft and tender kiss to her lips. Gently rubbing her inner thigh.

(Y/N) gently reached up and cupped his face as she leaned into the kiss. The gentle kiss comforted her, leaving her feeling protected. Feeling bold, she remembers reading something once about kissing. Hesitantly, she bites Neteyam’s bottom lip gently before letting go.

Neteyam groans softly, nibbling on her bottom lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth, his tongue wiggling around with hers.

A soft sigh leaves her nose as their tongues intertwine, their breaths synchronizing together as they parted briefly, only to rejoin each other. (Y/N) was unfamiliar with the taste on Neteyam’s tongue, not realizing that it was her own slick she was tasting.

Neteyam breaks the kiss, tipping her chin upwards and biting on her neck gently. “Do you want me to touch you again..?” He asks gently.

Much calmer this time, (Y/N) notices that the overwhelming pleasure has died down to a steady thrum instead of the electric shocks flowing through her, “Yes, please.”

Neteyam gently brushes his finger against her clit before slipping one finger inside her entrance, curling it upwards.

This moan was softer and deeper; this time, the feeling was expected. Letting her enjoy the feelings more, but it still left an ache. The need to be filled more.

Neteyam gently pushes a second finger inside her, being a lot slower and gentler now. “Does that feel good...?” He coos gently, rubbing his cheek against (Y/N)’s.

“Yes, Teyam. It feels good!” Her whines were sweet as she leaned up and licked the shell of Neteyam’s ear, gently biting down and pulling on it before letting go and nipping at his neck.

“Good girl…” Neteyam praised, slowly scissoring his two fingers apart. “You're so tight and wet for me…” He purrs, nuzzling her cheek.

Even after being stretched from before, Neteyam could barely comprehend how tight she was as her walls gripped at his finger, trying to suck them in deeper.

“I’m doing good, Teyam?” Her bright blue eyes searched for his, wide and begging.

“Yes.. You're doing so well, ma syulang..” Neteyam purrs, gently stroking his fingers along her inner walls.

(Y/N) tightens around Neteyam’s fingers as his words bring warmth to her slit; she wiggles happily, even as the coil slowly builds.

“Do you think you can handle a third finger?” Neteyam asks gently, nuzzling his cat-like nose into her neck. His fingers steadily pumping in and out of her soaked pussy.

Nervously (Y/N) nods; each of Neteyam’s fingers were thick and strong from years of archery practice, and she wonders if another one will fit.

“Deep breaths,” Neteyam hums, gently pressing his third finger against her already stretched opening. Neteyam carefully pushes his last finger inside her, gently curling it upwards.

“Oh fuck, Teyam!” (Y/N) yipped, the stretch slightly burned, making the pleasure all the more intense.

“Yeah.. Tell me how much you like it, syulang. Let me hear you..” Neteyam purrs, nipping gently on the tip of her left ear, all three of his fingers pumping in and out of her steadily.

“It’s good! It feels so big, Teyam!”  (Y/N) whined as the pleasure started to cover the burning pain.

“Good girl..” Neteyam coos, peppering kisses all over (Y/N)’s face and down her neck. Gently brushing his thumb over her clit.

(Y/N) jumped at her clit being played with, electric-like pleasure shooting through her body, “Teyam!” She cried as her legs started to shake.

Neteyam curls his three fingers upwards, brushing them over her sensitive inner walls. Increasing the pressure on (Y/N)’s clit as well. “You gonna cum for me, huh, little one?” Neteyam cocks his head to the side, his braids falling over his shoulders.

“Y-yes,” (Y/N) threw her head back as her walls started to milk Neteyam’s fingers, eagerly chasing the sensations.

Neteyam hums, pumping his fingers in and out of (Y/N)’s tiny cunt, gently tugging her tail with his free hand, wanting to help pull her over the edge quicker.

“Ah-ah-ahhhhh!” (Y/N) screamed her release, her slick gushing out of her tiny hole, the pleasure of her pussy being played with, and the teasing of her tail too much.

(Y/N) continues to roll her hips, chasing the lingering feeling.

“There we go.. good girl, yawne.” Neteyam slowly pulls his fingers from her cunt, licking her arousal from his fingers before he leans up and presses his lips against hers, swiping his tongue against hers. Allowing (Y/N) to taste her own arousal.

(Y/N) couldn’t stop the moan that left her lips, the slight humiliation from tasting herself on Neteyam’s tongue building her arousal all over again. Slowly (Y/N) wrapped her legs around Neteyam’s waist, pulling him closer to her slit.

Neteyam chuckles gently against her lips; he pulls back slightly, tugging his sweatpants down his thighs and throwing them on the floor, his boxers following soon after. His protective slit was dripping pre already, the tip of his cock peeking out from inside. “You sure you can handle my osìn, yawne?” He cocks his head to the side, golden eyes blown wide with lust.

(Y/N) looked at his slit, seeing just the head peeking out, it was bulbous, and next to her hole, it was obscene, “I want it, Teyam,” She whispered, unsure if she could actually take it.

“Wanna help me out first, then, love?” Neteyam hums gently, taking one of her smaller hands in his own and guiding it down to his slit.

(Y/N) nods her head as she gently touches his slit; it is warm to the touch and easily parted for her fingers, making more room for his cock to slip out. Her fingers traveled lower, brushing against the tip of his cock, and with her small hand, she reached several fingers inside his slit, urging his dick to come out.

Neteyam’s eyes fluttered shut in bliss; he gently squeezed her thigh to ground himself. His cock slowly slipped out, already hard and dripping pre. “that's it, yawne..” He purrs.

Neteyam’s cock was long and thick in her hands; her hand couldn’t fully wrap around the girth of his cock, as it stood to attention. Hard and throbbing in her hands.

Neteyam's golden eyes fluttered open, locking on (Y/N)’s face. His eyes were lidded and full of lust. “You sure you want this, love..?” He asks gently.

“Please, Teyam, I want it,” (Y/N) whispered, ready to give Neteyam her virginity.

Neteyam nods softly, grabbing one of the couch pillows and gently setting it underneath (Y/N)’s hips. “Ok, I'll be as flrr as I can.” Neteyam mumbles, gently bending over her body, the tip of his length nudging at her clit.

Neteyam’s thick tip bumps into (Y/N) entrance, the tiny hole dwarfed by the size of his cock. A small whimper passed (Y/N)’s lips as the reality sunk in, but it didn’t stop her want or need for Neteyam.

“Shh.. I got you..” Neteyam nuzzles his nose into the side of (Y/N)’s face, a soft purr rumbling through his throat, trying his best to soothe her.

He angles his hips, lining his thick tip up with her tiny entrance before he slowly pushes forward. His tip barely fit even after all the stretching beforehand.

(Y/N) yelped as it pushed inside her, the tip resting just past her entrance, and just that was immense. The thick tip, spreading (Y/N) wider than an arctic Na’vi, is meant to take. Her tiny cunt, stretched far past its limits. (Y/N) rests a hand on Neteyam’s chest, urging him to still and wait for her.

Neteyam gently strokes the fur on (Y/N)’s thigh, pressing his forehead against hers. “You're doing so well, Yawntutsyìp..” He praises, his eyes locked on her face, watching for any more signs of pain or discomfort.

(Y/N) can’t stop herself from clenching around Neteyam’s tip, the thick head simply resting there, as her body struggled to adjust. (Y/N) was always thankful that Neteyam was such a sweet and thoughtful man.

“Slowly, Teyam,” She whispered.

“You sure..? We can wait longer...?” Neteyam lifts his head up slightly, his ears swiveled forward, and his eyes locked on (Y/N)’s.

“I’m sure… Just please be gentle,” (Y/N)’s bright blue eyes meet Neteyam’s, filled with trust.

“Ok, love..” Neteyam nodded gently; he slowly pushed his hips forward more. Slowly his hard length stretches more of (Y/N)’s little cunt open.

(Y/N) whimpers as he slides deeper into her cunt, forcing her inner walls to make room for him, shaping her to the form of his cock. From this day forth, (Y/N)’s cunt will only fit Neteyam's cock.

Neteyam pushes forwards until his pelvis is flush with (Y/N)’s, his cock resting, snuggling inside her little slit, fully bottoming out.

“Fuck Yawntutsyìp.. You're so tight for me..” he groans softly, pressing his forehead against hers again.

Neteyam’s cock came with the feeling of fullness; slight sparks of pain fluttered through (Y/N)’s pussy, but the longer he stayed inside, the more the pain faded, leaving (Y/N) feeling whole and complete.

“Big, Teyam, you’re really big,” (Y/N) moans, wrapping her arms around his neck and threading her fingers through his braids.

Neteyam groans softly, dropping his head into her shoulder. Relishing in the feeling of her tightness. “You feel so good around me, syulang..” He purrs out, holding himself still for now.

(Y/N) rhythmically squeezed Neteyam’s cock, as she adjusted to his size, “You can move now,” (Y/N) rested her head on top of Neteyam’s, holding him closer to her.

Neteyam simply nods, withdrawing his hips until half of his length remains before gently pushing forward again, building up a steady and slow pace.  

Neteyam's hands held her hips gently, his face pressed into the side of her neck. (Y/N) held him close as her heels dug into the small of his back, trying to force him back in.

“Teyam, you’re inside me… it feels good,” (Y/N) moaned as he continued to thrust into her gently.

Neteyam grunts softly, continuing his slow and steady pace. Not wanting to risk hurting her at all. “Mhm.. Such a pretty girl for me..” He mumbles against (Y/N)’s fluffy neck.

(Y/N)’s tail starts to wag at the praise, all the while moaning from the pleasure; she tries to curl herself impossibly closer, wanting to touch every part of Neteyam, whining when she is unsuccessful.

“Careful, syulang..” Neteyam mumbled gently, gently laying on top of her, his chest pressed into hers even if it meant having to arch his back awkwardly.

“Ohhh,” (Y/N) purred, comforted by the touch, her chest rumbling in a purr, “More Teyam, please,” She used her feet to push on his back to urge him faster.

“I don't want to hurt you, small thing..” Neteyam mumbles, brushing his hand through her fluffy white hair. His hips still moving slowly.

“Please, Neteyam, I can take it,” (Y/N) pleaded, moving her hips, chasing the pleasure herself.

Neteyam grunts softly, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He pulls his hips back, leaving just his tip inside her stretched cunt before pushing forwards again, picking up the pace of his thrusting. Angling his hips upwards slightly, searching for (Y/N)’s sweet spot.

“Fuck!” (Y/N) cried as her pussy was taken thoroughly, her spongy insides taking the brunt of Neteyam’s thrusts, “Please, Neteyam! More!” She cried again as her legs tightened around him even more.

Neteyam groans deeply, his large hands holding onto (Y/N)’s hips. “Needy little thing..” He whispers into her ear, nibbling on the end.

Neteyam’s hips shove into hers at a slightly rougher pace, each thrust pushing his cock deep. His tip kissing (Y/N)’s cervix.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” (Y/n) shook her head from side to side as the pleasure overwhelmed her; her most intimate place was being ravished by Neteyam. Her cervix soon became tender from the constant pounding it was taking.

Neteyam switched between grinding his hips against hers and thrusting into her; his tail curled around (Y/n)’s fluffy tail. “You look so pretty, taking my osìn like a good girl..” He grunts out, pressing his lips against hers in a messy kiss.

(Y/N) leans into the kiss as they wrap around each other completely, their tongues meeting in the open air before their lips sealed together. They both tried to breathe through their noses, unwilling to let go of the other's lips as they moaned in tandem.

Neteyam moans against her lips, feeling heat start to bubble in his lower belly and core. He snaps his hips against (Y/n)’s, drawing lewd squelching from in between them. Neteyam’s thrusts became deeper, forcing her to take his hard length deeper until a bulge in her lower belly formed underneath her fur.

(Y/N) squirmed and whined as she takes Neteyam’s cock, a deep coil stronger than before was building. The sound of flesh meeting her fur was loud, ringing throughout the dorm room as they both near their release.

Neteyam reaches a hand down, circling his middle and pointer fingers around her little clit. “Gonna cum for me..? Huh, pretty girl..? Keep squeezing me; feels so good…” Neteyam moans into her ear, his cock starting to throb as he nears his own orgasm.

(Y/N) squealed as Neteyam played with her clit, as she spasmed around Neteyam’s length, grabbing into his braids for leverage while accidentally grabbing his kuru and pulling.

Neteyam’s body tenses up, his eyes rolling back into his head and his jaw dropping open. “F-fuck Yawntutsyìp!” He gasped sharply; the feeling of her hand grabbing his kuru and pulling sent Electric shocks up and down his spine, making his brain tingle. “Oh- fuck.. ‘M gonna cum..” He warns, his thrusting growing sloppy.

“Cum! Cum! Teyam! Cum inside me; I want your cum, please!” (Y/N) begged as her core was tight, her walls already attempting to milk his cum deep inside her.

Neteyam’s cock throbs a few times before his hips; still, he throws his head back, gripping the sofa cushion tightly as he empties himself inside her little cunt. Muttering, Na'Vi curses under his breath.

“Neteyam!” (Y/N) screams, using Neteyam kuru as a tether, bringing him into a deep kiss as she cum around his cock, Milking him, drawing his cum deeper inside her.

Neteyam’s hips jerk against hers as she grabs his kuru again, and he whines against her lips. His cock throbbed again, squirting the last of his cum inside her, some dribbling out around his cock.

(Y/N) whines, unhappy that Neteyam’s cum is leaving her slit, wanting it all inside, and also slightly irritated at the feeling of it in her fur, “Stay, Neteyam,” she asks, brushing his lips against hers, not letting him leave her.

Neteyam pants heavily, gently resting his head against hers, soothing his hand over her side. He stayed still like she asked, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Nga yawne lu oer.. My (Y/n)..” He breathes out.

“Nga yawne lu oer, Teyam,” (Y/N) whispers as she urges Neteyam to become more comfortable, having him lay on his back while she lays on top of him, never letting him leave her cunt.

Neteyam wraps his arms around her middle, tugging her closer. “Nga yawne lu oer more,” he chuckles gently, petting her back. His skinny tail curling around her fluffy one.

(Y/N) hummed in return, too sleepy to say anything, simply basking in Neteyam’s presence.

Neteyam nuzzles his nose into (Y/N)’s hairline, a deep purr rumbling in his chest, making his chest vibrate. “(Y/N)? “ he gently cups her cheek, brushing his thumb over the soft fur there.

(Y/N) hums in response, showing she was still awake but happily stated, as he leaned into Neteyam’s touch.

“Date me,” Neteyam mumbles, his ears drooping slightly at the boldness of his voice.

She looks up at him, her eyes drowsy, as a large smile covers her face, “mmmhmm,” She agrees sleepily but joyfully.

Neteyam smiles happily, nuzzling his forehead against hers, his tail slowly wagging against the sofa. He relaxes with her, starting to grow drowsy himself. “I love you..” He mumbles before drifting off, snuggled up and purring against (Y/N).

The two of them were asleep seconds after, happily resting in each other's arms.

[aerkame]

Hi, I hope you're having a wonderful day!!!! How would Wally and the others in your Alive AU react if Reader had a coworker or friend that was romantically interested in them? Would they just get really clingy or even aggressive, especially considering they're confined inside the house?

I am! I went skating for a long while outside and got a Starscream model kit to put together later. :) (Short fic takes place in the Alive AU)

Jealous! Everyone x reader

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It started with flowers. One day out of the blue you had came home with a huge bouquet of beautiful roses. Julie was the first to ask where you got them, they were just so pretty! You told them it was from a coworker at the public library, he was really polite and gave you these roses as a gift...you were blind to say the least, not seeing it as a romantic gesture. But the romantic gift did not go unnoticed by your colorful guests.

Poppy told you she was already preparing dinner for tonight which was a relief honestly, you felt exhausted. Two pairs of arms pulled you close for a hug, recognizing them as Julie and Sally, the two hyper sunshines of your life. "Hey there host, we reeeeaaallly wanna show you something!" Julie was practically jumping with joy while Sally let go to grab something, coming back with a stereo to play music on. The two put on a dance that almost resulted in a vase being broken, but Barnaby's soft paws were there to catch it just in time.

"How about we all dance together?" Barnaby gave you a warm smile, he always knew how to warm your heart. Holding out his paw you took hold of it, joining in the dance with the three goofballs.

During dinner, Poppy came up to you with a delicious looking small cake and placed it right in front of you. "I made you some dessert deary, eat up!" You looked down confused "But what about the others?" However, when you looked back at the table everyone had already gone to do their own activities (or so you assumed) and Poppy just sat there smiling. Soon after that awkward dinner Eddie cornered you in the hallway one arm leaning on the wall and the other holding a neatly folded letter with red hearts all over it. "Here you are sweets, Frank and I wrote this just for you." You firmly grasped the paper and unfolded it. It was a beautifully written poem about you. "Wow, thank you Eddie I don't know what to say, this is very well written! I love it." Eddie gave you a small kiss on the head like he always did and the tip of a hat before walking downstairs whistling a small tune.

Later that night Howdy came by the bathroom as soon as you got out of the shower to gift you with the shiniest apple you've ever laid eyes on. You questioned where he got it from but Howdy only responded with "It's a secret! Just know that it's 100% off for you!" You couldn't say no to that goofy grin of his, plus he was just so happy to give it to you! You took it from him with a warm smile on your face... Also because his giant body was blocking you from leaving.

Once you finally managed to get by the giant caterpillar with your new gift you went to your room to settle down and sleep, rolling around a bit in the sheets until you got comfortable enough and closed your tired eyes.

Not even a minute after closing your eyes you felt the bed dip beside yourself and a long arm snaked over your torso. Only one person you know does that. "Wally, what are you doing?"

"I'm just cuddling my dearest host to sleep is all.~" You peeked open an eye after hearing that. He always did this when he wanted something out of it. "What do you want?"

"Nothing at all! You're the most I could ever ask for...buuut since you brought it up, you might as well do me a teeny tiny favor." You rolled in bed, turning yourself towards his chest, you were too cozy to care about the intimacy. "Hmh?" You hummed in acknowledgment.

"Stop talking to Derrek."

You sat up immediately. Not once did you tell anyone who it was that you've been talking to. "How did you-" a finger shushed you. "I know about him, and I want you to stay away. Can you do that for me darling?" He smiled coyly, but really it felt like he was threatening you. "No...Wally I can't just ghost someone like that. Besides we're just friends." The arm around you tightened as you squirmed to get out of your own bed. "Oh I know, but I would really love it if you two would quit talking. I don't think he's right for you."

Your eyes narrowed at him, for once the cocky bastard didn't look so cocky. "Wally...are you jealous? Is that what all of this is about? The gifts, the dancing, the constant cuddle sessions from you and everyone else here?" You watched his body go rigid and his face scrunch up into what was almost a frown. Wow, he's actually kind of frowning for once. That was rare.

"Wally, we're not a thing. Derrek and I are just friends and I don't intend to ever date him. I'm glad you and the others really care about me this much but you really shouldn't worry about my safety." You spoke more softly, finally understanding where he was coming from. The iron grip on your waist didn't falter though and you felt yourself suddenly being forced into a bear hug.

Julie swatted Barnaby's long tie out of her face so she could lean in closer to the door to listen. Everyone else did their best not to make any noise as they listened in.

"Look, if it makes you feel any better I'll just tell him we're nothing more than friends and to keep it at that, but I can't just cut people out of my life like that...alright?"

An audible groan left everyone's mouth hearing that, startling you and Wally both. Silly host, how can you be so blind to love?

Looks like the dear reader doesn't understand just how much everyone loves them yet! Personally I don't think any of them would be the type to hurt you or others EXCEPT for Wally. I think they would probably just try to shower you with their love to make you like them more...however, if you are straying too far from them they may need to find a way to make you a permanent resident at the house, just not at your house. They've got a nice place just for you back Home.

[boundbyeclipse]

“does it make you nervous when i stare” WITH KIRK LORD PLEASE

hungry eyes

genre : smut

word count : 1982

tags : friend!kirk, female!reader, some swearing, rough!kirk, fingering, choking, cum swallowing, public sex, unprotected sex

from the prompt list : 1. “does it make you nervous when i stare?”

a/n : almost ended up with 2k words with this one (and that's crazy). so far this is the longest metallica fic i have written, and i am so happy that i could pull off a longer one! happy reading, i hope that it's good! x

You have had a massive crush on your close friend Kirk for quite some time now. Ever since you graduated school, you both signed up for guitar classes and attended them together. Four days a week, he would knock on your door and wait outside before catching a bus for a ride to the studio. Four days a week, Kirk would walk you home and make sure you were safe and sound, even if it was still light outside. This choice not only made you two grow closer, but also sparked something more. But neither of you were able to understand and grasp onto the way you felt, having all the attention on practicing and classes was like a fence blocking it. Yet, here and there, from time to time, you would find yourself thinking about him which was unusual, because he was your friend. The last time you liked someone this much was three years ago and you were not sure if you could accept it or if the better option would be to just hide it until it goes away. The last thing you wanted was to ruin the friendship. 

And so did he. 

It was a gloomy Wednesday afternoon, and you were in the mood to read something cool for a few hours. So you gave Kirk a call asking if he wanted to join you at the library, which he said yes to without much thinking. And here you were, going through the shelves and  looking for the perfect books to try out. 

Once chosen, you found a table and sat across from each other, beginning to read.

You sighed in the midst of reading as the story was not progressing too well, catching Kirk’s attention immediately. He paused and looked at you with a small frown in between his dark eyebrows.

��Is the book not good?”

The curly locks falling in his face made him look so adorable that you quickly realized you haven’t said anything yet, you’ve just been looking at him.

“You okay?” he snorted lightly, a worried look on his face.

“Uh- Yeah,” you laughed it off awkwardly, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear. You were never this awkward around him, but in this moment, something about him having his eyes on you set your body on fire. 

“It’s just the plot,” you crossed your legs, one accidentally touching the side of Kirk’s calf, “oh, sorry” and you moved your chair a bit back to not hit him again. Why in the world were you so clumsy today? The moment where your hair got caught on his necklace after hugging when you met up was the start of it all. Can this just stop happening? 

“You’re good, don’t need to worry” he smiled without showing his crooked teeth. He found it cute how you kept having little accidents like these, it also reminded him of that time when you accidentally knocked a cup over and it spilled all over the floor. Or when you were making hot dogs and spilled the ketchup on yourself in some way. It never failed to make him laugh and adore you. Especially when you were so quick to get embarrassed and blush along with it. 

A few minutes later, Kirk found himself looking up at you again, but this time, he couldn’t get his eyes off of you. Every little detail about you he just loved. From your beautiful hair, long curvy eyelashes, to the shape of your nose, and the way you had your lips slightly pursed while your head rested in your palm. And he felt intrigued. He soon realized that he was beginning to wonder how you would taste like - Kirk thought about kissing your lips. But when his eyes landed on your exposed chest and neck, the lust took over him and his mind reminded him of what you did earlier with your feet. Even if it was unintentional. Kirk licked his lips, bucking his hips up as he leaned back in his seat, dragging the book closer and placing it against the edge of the table. You didn’t think much of it, you just thought he’d changed the way he was sitting. When in reality, Kirk was now using the book to make it look like he was still reading it. 

And it didn’t take too long for you to sense the piercing gaze. You looked up to find your friend staring, lips slightly parted, those chocolate irises sending your heart straight down to your toes. 

It left you shy and you looked back at the book quicker than the lightning, realizing how nervous he just made you feel. Clearing your throat, you attempted to continue reading, but failed to concentrate because of a pair of doe eyes you had on you. The way it made you feel was visible to him. Clear as a day. 

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” Kirk broke the silence. 

For a moment, you hesitated to speak or look at him due to the amount of frustration.

“It… it does, but…”

“But what, hm?” 

“We’re out in public, you know? You… You look a bit scary” you tried to act innocent, but he just wasn’t going to buy it. A person who’s scared wouldn’t really blush, don’t you think? 

Shit.

Kirk smirked as he closed the book and grabbed yours too, standing up as he pushed the chair under the table. 

You have never seen him act this way. It was different.

But oh, did he look hot.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-yelled as you caught up to him as he put the books back in their places. He towered over you, eyes dark and a smile still plastered on his face, making you feel even more fired up. Kirk knew that at this moment, you wanted him as much as he wanted you.Though, you tried to mask it by acting. But at this point you were simply lying to yourself. 

He replied, voice husky and lower than his usual.

“I’m doing what’s necessary, doll” 

Doll?

You felt as if your soul had just left your body. Kirk had such a strong effect over you and it wasn’t something you ever thought was possible. He’s got you under his thumb now.

Saying nothing else you followed him outside, looking like a lost puppy next to a stranger. Kirk stopped  in some dark alleyway, which kind of scared you. What the hell was he up to? 

“I know you like challenges, and adrenaline, that’s why I decided this was the place” 

“Place f-for what?” you lowkey panicked, looking around. No people were in sight.

Kirk took a step closer, your back hitting the cold wall as you looked up at the boy. It wasn’t pitch black, it was dark, but the moon shining down on you was enough of a source for some dim light.

“For this” 

Cupping your face with both of his large hands, he pulled you into a warm deep kiss that sent you over the edge, butterflies raging in your stomach. Maybe he was a freak for dragging you out to such a place, but you kind of enjoyed it. The weather was a bit cold, but you weren’t too worried because kissing on its own was a way to stay warm.

Your fingers got lost in his brown curls as you tugged on them every now and then, him biting your lower lip in return, his hands all over you. 

“Kirk” you took a breath as you pulled away. 

“Yeah? Am I going too far?”

You shook your head.

 “No, no, you’re not. I… I want you” you confessed, throwing your leg around his waist as you searched for more friction. 

“Fuck, I never knew I’d hear that” he groaned, grabbing the back of your thigh and squeezing it hard, pulling your skirt up and ghosting his fingers over your heated core. But he was a gentleman and wasn’t going to open the door before knocking first. 

“Can I?” 

“Yes, please. Do whatever you want” 

The way you whimpered once he ripped your tights at the crotch area made him moan, his voice sounding so heavenly to your ears - like a melody. He found his way to your clothed cunt, slipping under the fabric of your lace underwear, running his middle and ring finger up and down your folds, your wetness coating them and his palm. You writhed under his touch when he began to rub circles on your sweet spot, causing you to kiss him to cover up a loud moan. This made it even harder for him to keep his rock hard length in his tight jeans. Kirk really wanted and needed to get rid of the uncomfortable pressure. 

But he just had to stretch you out with his fingers first. 

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, feeling how tight you were, “you’re so freaking hot” 

Your eyes rolled back as the pads of his fingers hit the right place, picking up the pace as he left some wet kisses on your neck.

A whine left your lips.

“Kirk, please, I want more” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes”

He removed his fingers from you and unzipped his jeans, finally setting his length free that was coated in precum, ready to fulfill your desires. 

You did not expect it, but Kirk lifted you against the alleyway wall and slipped his member into you slowly, both of you moaning at the feeling. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his waist as you had your arms around his neck, one hand lost in his bouncy hair, while the other had a grip on his shoulder. His length was the perfect size for you, curved just right, it hugged your walls and hit the most sensitive spot like no other, causing you to lose yourself completely. It was addicting, and never have you ever thought that this would actually happen, thinking you’ll never be able to even admit your feelings for him. 

But here you were, all fucked out at his mercy, bodies colliding as Kirk thrusted faster and faster with each minute. His hand reached out and wrapped around your throat, which gave you so much satisfaction, you swore you saw stars. There was no way you were going to last any longer with the way he was pounding into you, and he could tell from the way you started to loosen up and how your head was thrown back. You were so under his control. 

“Are you cumming, doll?” 

Yes, you were, but couldn’t get words to come out of your mouth.

“Are you?” he asked again, his grip around your throat even tighter as he slammed his hips into you harshly. The way your body shook was the hottest thing that he has ever witnessed in his life, it never came to his mind that he’s ever going to see you like that.

“I am- Fuck” you squealed into your own palm as you came hard, shaking uncontrollably in his arms as he continued to move.

Seconds later, you were on your knees, bobbing your head to help him reach his own high. Kirk held you by the back of your head to guide you, his chest heaving as he was about to finish. 

The groan that left his lips was so hot that you wanted to hear it more than just once. How Kirk sounded could probably make you cum anytime, any place, just from the way he moaned once he was done. And being the good girl that you are, you swallowed everything that he spurted inside your mouth. 

After a long way home, you asked him to stay over, wanting to spend some time with him and have him around. That night, you both ended up finally confessing your feelings that you’ve had for so long.

[junnieverse]

MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE ➳ Y. JUNGWON

➙ synopsis: after a long day of practicing for your competition with your dance partner. He decides to escort you home but the rain seems to have stopped you. Although Jungwon doesn't let that hold him back from enjoying his time with you.

pairing: yang jungwon x afab!reader

genre: fluff, exes to lovers au

word count: 1.5k

warnings: not proofread, light cursing, reader referring to jungwon as 'idiot' jokingly, I think that's about it

Making your way into your dance studio humming along to a song, you walk in finding the room empty except for one figure who happened to be stretching by the mirror not far from where you stood.

"Hey Jungwon, are you the only one here?" you calmly greet him as he looks up waving at you through the mirror showing you his infamous smile.

"Oh hey (y/n), yeah our instructor said we should go ahead and start practicing the duet," he says as he stood up to quickly give you a hug, which unfortunately didn't last as long as you had wished.

You and Jungwon had been friends for as long as you'd known, you both met right here in the dance studio when you were around thirteen, now six years later you're both nineteen and one of the best dancers in the entire dance academy.

But despite how great and cordial it all seems between you and Jungwon, he also happened to be your ex boyfriend.

You both had dated for roughly about ten months when you were 16 but it all came to an end when he decided to ended things between you when he moved to Japan to study there.

Just your luck, he eventually came back to Korea nearly a year ago.

Ever since then, things had just been awkward between you both and when your dance instructor announced you would be paired up with Jungwon to do a duet dance for the state championships you felt even more nervous because quite frankly... you still weren't completely over him.

After all, he was your first love.

"So are you ready to practice?" Jungwon asks pulling you out of your thoughts as you shook your head getting back to reality.

"Uh- yeah sure let's get to it," you replied enthusiastically smiling as you placed your gym bag down by the end of the room.

Taking one final breath, you take your place at the centre of the practice dance floor as he soon joined you and began to practice.

"Let's just get this over and done with," you thought to yourself trying your best to shake off the tension in your body.

Having been tirelessly going at it rehearsing the choreography, you both decide to take a quick break.

Heading to your bag, you grab your bottle of water to drink some.

Grabbing your phone checking your notifications you realise the time had gone by and you had completely forgotten you needed to get home and start working on an assignment for school.

"Oh crap, Jungwon I gotta get home. We can continue tomorrow," you tell him with urgency in your voice as you hurriedly wipe the sweat from your forehead with a towel.

"Uh, I'll walk you home," he offers sheepishly smiling as you feel your cheeks heaten up and redden.

"Sure," we left the dance room and made our way out.

Making your way out, you both notice the grey clouds outside as the rain drops slide down the studio glass doors.

Mentally cussing yourself out in disappointment knowing you'd left your umbrella you begin to wonder whether to wait for the unpredictable rain to stop or to make a run for your house that was a good 10 minutes away.

To your suprise, expecting to see Jungwon beside you, instead you're left standing in the hallway alone as the other had ran into the empty street playing in the rain.

You stood there in shock as Jungwon seemingly had the time of his life playing in the puddles as his dark hair and clothes began to dampen.

"Jungwon what are you doing? You're gonna get sick you idiot!" you worriedly yell at him not believing how spontaneously he was being.

"Oh live a little (y/n) this is fun!" he says without a care in the world as he splashed my feet getting me wet too.

Hey, if you can't beat them, join them.

Exasperating, you simply shrug placing your bag with his inside the hallway where they couldn't get wet and you both started splashing each other as your laughter filled the quiet and empty streets.

"This is actually way more fun than I thought," you admitted as you faced upwards closing your eyes as the rain hit you.

Completely soaked, the rain wasn't affecting you anymore and it all felt so relaxing being able to run around carelessly with no consequences or anything in mind.

You just wanted to enjoy and live in this moment forever, with Jungwon beside you.

"Your royal highness, may I have this dance," Jungwon playfully asks as he bows imitating a prince.

"It would be my honour to have this dance your majesty," you join in his antics curtsying back to him.

Laughing softly at his jokes, he gently holds your hand placing a soft kiss to the back of it and this small sign of affection makes your heart beat a bit more faster.

He placed of his one arm around your waist pulling you closer while he extended the other one with yours as you placed your other hand around his upper back.

You both then started waltzing around the street across the water as the rain continued pouring from above.

Everything about this moment felt surreal, like a scene straight out of a movie, dancing in the rain in the middle of an empty road as stars filled the sky and the rain was washing down.

Meeting Jungwon's gaze, you catch him already looking at you with a fond smile and you're instantly drawn by him, nothing else matters right now because you feel like you're the only two people in the world.

This was one of the many reasons why I fell for Jungwon in the first place, he made you step out of your comfort zone trying the wildest things you never thought you'd be doing and he made it fun and memorable too.

Jungwon suddenly dipped you and he continued to quietly look into your eyes.

You swore you could see the stars reflecting in his eyes, the entire universe just glistening in his orbs and it was difficult to look anywhere else.

Your eyes then shifted down looking at his lips which curled up at the corners as he smiled.

Your thoughts raced just wishing he would lean in and finally kiss you.

As if he read your mind, Jungwon closed the gap between you giving you the kiss you'd been yearning for and it felt like explosions had just erupted in your stomach.

His lips tasted so sweet and felt just as soft but you both soon pulled away from  one another ending the short moment.

"W-we should get out of the rain now, don't wanna get sick," you announce shortly awkwardly coughing to break the silence as you looked down trying to hide your intense blushing.

He cleared his throat as he nodded in agreement, "Oh uh yeah I'll accompany you home."

You gave him a smile as you swiftly turned around heading back inside the studio hallway.

Pausing momentarily, you gently touched your lips remembering the kiss that was shared seconds ago and you were still in complete shock at the turn of events.

You both grabbed your sports bags and walked to your house in the rain, didn't make much of a difference seeing as you were both already soaking wet but luckily it started calming down making the walk the slightest bit more comfortable.

Just then you notice Jungwon gently move his hand into yours linking them together.

First taking a look at your hands linked together then back up at him, you see him trying his best to hide his smile as he looks away from you and with that you continued to walk in silence.

Soon you arrived back to your house and you stood by the door awkwardly waiting for one of you to say something.

"Well this is my stop. Thanks for walking home with me and for dancing in the rain," you tell him shyly giggling softly.

"It was no problem. I'll see you tomorrow for practice i guess," he says.

Before you could say anything else, Jungwon hastily places a small peck to your cheek and shyly chuckles.

"Yes. I'll see you tomorrow Jungwon."

Slowly moving away from him, you twist the door knob but came to a halt as you felt his hand on your wrist stopping you.

"Um, would you like to go out with me tomorrow for a date? This is my way of asking for another chance with you." Jungwon admits letting go of your wrist as he scratches the back of his neck.

"I'd love to. Guess I'll see you then."

He excitedly nods and you proceed to slowly get into the house shutting the door gently.

Leaning on it, you place your hand on your chest feeling your heartbeat as you thought back to the moments of you both dancing in the rain.

Hearing a loud sneeze followed by a soft cursing you couldn't help but giggle at the man on the other side of the door.

[blossominghunnie]

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩

Pairing: Ricky x fem!reader

Summary: Ricky and Y/n go on a holiday trip with their friends and fortunately, or unfortunately, they have to share a bed.

Genre: F2l, fluff

Warning: None

Notes: Ricky has been bias wrecking me lately so I thought about this for a few days now and since I love this idea, I had to write my own jsjs. 🥸 A little bit longer than what I usually write but I had inspiration. :)

“How could they have gotten the reservation wrong?” Y/n asked while gripping her hair in a distressed manner.

She and Ricky were standing side by side looking at the big hotel room in front of them.

“I don’t know, maybe because they have too much work?” Ricky tried to reason. “Anyway, I tried to talk to the front desk to change it for a suite or whatever room that had two beds but the hotel is fully booked because of the holidays.”

The girl sighted and walked towards the furniture that was by the door, placing her stuff there. Ricky doing the same.

“Okay, that’s okay. We can make this work.” Y/n tried to be positive. “You can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the sofa, it looks cozy enough.”

“No, no, don’t be a dummy.” The blonde shook his head. “I’ll take the sofa and you take the bed.”

“Why don’t you just share the bed and problem solved?” Another voice joined the conversation, it was Gyuvin, who was standing by the door.

“When did you get here?” Ricky questioned. “And how long have you been listening?”

“I got here like two minutes ago, while you were flirting or arguing or whatever.” He shrugged.

“We weren’t flirting, Gyu.” The girl rolled her eyes.

“Why did you come?” The blonde asked, a little irritated with his best friend.

“Oh, yeah. Just came to tell you that we’re all going to the pool later on and then we’ll get dinner, so be ready soon.” They both nodded and the brown haired exited the room.

A silence followed, the pair in deep thought.

“Maybe Gyuvin is right, it would be easier for us to share. Only if it’s okay with you.” Ricky spoke.

“Y-yeah, sure.”

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Y/n was laying on a sun lounger by the pool, by her side were Zhang Hao and Matthew, they were talking and joking; the boys teasing her.

“I can’t believe you got stuck in that situation and to make matters worse, with your crush!” Matthew giggled. He found the situation hilarious.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh at my misery all you want.” The girl pouted.

“Things would be so much easier if you confessed to him, but you’re a coward.” The oldest spoke, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m scared of being rejected, okay?” Y/n crossed her arms. “Things would be so awkward if he didn’t feel the same.”

“I’m almost 100% sure he likes you. Like, he laughs at your jokes, which are awful by the way.” He got hit on the arm while Zhang Hao laughed. “It’s true!”

“He also blushes when you smile at him, which never happens with other people. And haven’t you noticed how he’s super sweet and attentive with you?” The Chinese questioned. “I could go on and on.”

Both of them made good points. To be honest, she had noticed some things like how he liked hugging her a little longer or how he held her pinky when there was a crowd around.

Y/n never thought much of it since they had a very close and tight friendship.

But now she started to wonder for how long he’s been acting like this and if it had another meaning than only been a good best friend.

“Maybe you’re right, maybe he likes me and I’ve been clueless the whole time.” Y/n looked at them while getting to that conclusion.

That conversation gave her courage to talk to Ricky.

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After a day full of fun and delicious food, the friend group returned to their hotel rooms.

Ricky and Y/n said goodbye to Taerae and Hanbin, whose room was across, and entered theirs.

The pair took their shoes off and the accessories they wore and sat on the bed, a little bit far from each other.

“Do you wanna watch something?” The blonde asked after a minute of silence.

“Sure.”

He grabbed the tv remote and turned the tv on. He searched until he found a Christmas movie that he knew she loved, The Grinch.

They watched it for a while, well, Ricky was, Y/n was lost in her thoughts trying to find the right moment to confess to the cute guy next to her.

She finally decided it was now or never and spoke.

“Ricky?”

“Yeah? What’s up?” He looked at her, all her attention was on her.

“I have something to tell you.” She fiddled with her shirt’s sleeve. “I-I like you.”

The boy was stunned, he was processing what he just heard. He was hopeful that his crush liked him back but it still shocked him.

Meanwhile, Y/n couldn’t even look him in the eye, a lot of scenarios were running through her head since he didn’t answer right away.

“I like you too, Y/nnie.” He took her hand and caressed her cheek. “And I have for a while now.”

The girl was red, not only because she was lucky enough that she wasn’t rejected but because of the placement of his hand.

“You look so cute when you blush.” That only deepened her blush.

“Stooop teasing me.” She whined making Ricky laugh, she was adorable.

“I’m sorry, princess, but it’s the truth.” He moved closer and hugged her. Y/n melted in his arms.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“I would love to.” They smiled and the girl took the initiative and kissed his lips softly.

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[not-goldy]

Not random person 12345805859 picking up Jikook's couple vibes after seeing them for 5 seconds together. Its always Jikook. Like for a random person to assume Jk was with his 'girlfriend' and not some random female staff or female assistant, but a girlfriend specifically makes me wonder what she witnessed to get that aura from them. I mean its clear to anyone who sees them, but were they being extra clingy and cuddly? We did see both of them being clingy to each other at the airports and getting in each other's personal space and clinging to each other when walking through the crowd. So maybe she definitely picked up on that energy.

And someone had the audacity to say why don't we view Jimin's interactions with Tae as romantic when he was hugging Tae during their visit for his dancing or at Tae's fanmeet, but only view Jikook's as romantic. Cause the vibe is different. DUH. Like I love me some Vmin, but when Tae showed up to see Jimin to his thisisjimin is actually a perfect example. Jimin saw him, walked over to him, tapped his behind and let him join. He was very calm. When Jk showed up to his production diary live and snuck in and Jimin spotted him, talk about an aura change. He was beaming and blushing so hard and shouting his name and even went in for a tiddy squeeze and things took an awkward 'I forgot I got a crush on you, you got to go, or I'm gonna get shy' turn. Followed by jimin still beaming and giggling and saying that was nice after Jk left. Just like his bday live when Jk showed up or the vegas live when Jk showed up and Jimin melted. Jimin can't contain it, even though he is the one who tries his best to play it nonchalant. This is why I still find it funny out of all the times with members showing up to support each other during hiatus, when we get Jk at Jimin's set me free rehearsal's, he is already there sitting down. No initial reaction when Jk first shows up. Editors were probably like yeah, this is too obvious. CUT. I also kinda don't think they would have even showed it had Jimin not brought it up on camera to Jk during his live. Which is why I'm almost certain their show is gonna be heavily edited, esp now that they are serving together. They are gonna really play up the broness up. lol

Will never fault anyone who mistakes Jimin for a woman. Never. Especially next to Jungkook

Their size difference is very wattpaddy. Ao3 even. It's giving heteronormative straight couple

He loses all trace of his masculinty in Jungkook's presence as if he'd switched a button.

Can't tell if it's because he feels too safe around Kook that he's able to lean in his feminine energy or he just yells action to give KooK an ego boost or both🥲

I struggle seeing him as a Twink most times but I can admit he's at his most Twink when he's in Jungkook's presence 🤧

When he's not he's giving pretty much daddy

THE DUALITY. CRAZY

Even around Jungkook sometimes he'd be like that making Kook look like a submissive little cunt like the rest of us but then he would suddenly switch on us like sir what's happening 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

it gives me whiplash ngl

Doesn't help that he's androgynous either😭

If I didn't know him and If I met him randomly on the streets and he dropped his wallet next to me I'd yell ma'am you dropped something 😹

[lachelledavies-winchester]

Bobby Singer was the person who knew her best, and she had never wondered what life would be like without him; he was omniscient, an immortal deity, and when Roman hit him with a bullet, the world stopped; she felt no sensation, as if under anesthesia. She seemed to stare at the entrance to the emergency room for an eternity and thanked Dean for carrying her in time to hear his last "idiots" and "princess" as he said goodbye for the last time to the children he was so proud of.

"I have to be with him. I have to be with him." she cried desperately as they pulled her away and she tried in vain to cling to every piece of furniture to keep from leaving the room, until the Winchesters intervened to calm her down.

Weeks passed. Lachelle would stay until five in the morning staring into the void, and Dean would lie beside her, hugging her as she tried to cry silently. The boys reacted first, devoting one to work and the other to Roman; she, on the other hand, was unable to formulate a thought, ate infrequently and dragged herself to the bathroom if it was essential. 

Sam was sitting at the foot of the bed and was trying to persuade her to leave the room.

"Come with me, I have a case. You have to resume sooner or later, you are a hunter." 

"I am really nothing."

"You save lives." he continued, raising his voice, attracting the attention of his brother, who leaned over, crossed his arms and watched them in silence.

"I don't want to save anyone. So many people die, why should others be saved?" there was rancor in the voice; it was not a good feeling, but at least it was reactions compared to the flat electrocardiogram of the last month. 

When the two hunters came out, she cried and then calmed herself by listening to loud music; the rumble of the bass pulsing in her ears tickled the skin along her arms as the warmth of tears flowed and came thinly to her lips. Her vision was completely blurred by scenes like faded-colored photographs: a hand from Bobby on her shoulder, a reassuring hug from him, a "don't worry, I'm here" look. She felt her air lacking, as if her lungs were no longer able to channel oxygen. Looking up she swallowed all the saliva, closed them again and saw him still with his back to her as she prepared lunch, his head tilted to hold the phone as he spoke, a glance at the TV on the news or a soap. Her heart was pounding, she felt constant pounding in her temples, and she hoped one of them was strong enough to knock her out. She dropped onto a bed and fell asleep. When they returned, the Winchesters agreed that no matter how much they might suffer, they always had each other; she had no one left.

"We won't leave her alone, Sammy," Dean ordered, looking at his brother.

"As of today I have a sister," Sam confirmed, then joined her in bed.

He arranged the rolled sheets and the movements made her wake up. She watched with a pale face as her friend settled beside her and reached diagonally to dive his head onto his chest: it was a thank you, sorry, she didn't know exactly, but they knew it implied she loved him. 

"You know you are important to Dean and me. We are here for you. I know it's not the same, but don't ever think you're alone. Okay?"

Little by little they also managed to take her out to eat, although she was not the same sunny person behind the dark mask; it was as if the dark part had come out.

"He said they put turmeric. I don't know what the hell it is but it's good. Do you want to?" Dean flashed her an awkward smile with chips hanging from his mouth to get her to respond, but she merely shook her head. "Bon Jovi, you and me, a beer, um? Bryan Adams, too, if you want." 

"No." she whispered at least her favorite word instead of silence. 

He reached out to move the unruly wisp behind her ear and she let her face rest on his warm hand, then rested her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, felt a kiss on the top of her head, and was reassured by the hand that continued to brush her hair. 

It took time but the day came when they saw her in fashionable jeans under a blue satin blouse, heeled boots and freshly done nails. 

"Where do we stand with your vindictive bullshit?" she entered the living room.

"Have you changed your mind?" they asked looking at each other and then at her.

"No, revenge is stupid, but I'm not abandoning the team and..." she looked in horror at the accumulated papers on the table. "Someone has to save the world. If we wait for Batman..."

[quicktosimp]

Na'vi? More Like Puppy

Warnings: 18+, Modern!AU, cunilingus, fingering, P in V Sex, Objects being used as Sex Toys, Kuru Play, Aged Up

A/N: Hello Everyone! I am so happy to say that this is a collaberation done between @loakstahni and myself! We both wrote this 50/50 and am so happy to present it to you 💗💗💗

I love you Roomie, this was so much fun 🥰

It was around mid-afternoon by the time Neteyam got back to the dorm houses, making sure to kick His snow-covered shoes off at the door before unlocking the door and walking inside. 

His keys jingle lightly as he sets them on the table beside the door, stretching his sore arms above his head before rounding up some clean clothes. He pads into the bathroom on the other side of the dorm room and shuts the door, starting up the shower. While waiting for the water to heat up, he undressed, finding a few furs from his roommate on his jeans. He smiles fondly, shaking his head before stepping into the hot water. 

Once he had rinsed his braids and washed his body, paying extra attention to his shoulders and back, he rinsed off and dried himself with his favorite white, fluffy towel. He slips into his clean clothes, a loose pair of gray sweats and a simple black turtleneck. 

Neteyam wanders back out into the main room, glancing at his roommate's bed. He flops himself onto the soft mattress, seeing a few clumps of white-gray fur puff up into the air before slowly landing back on the bed. He cocks his head to the side, ears twitching in interest. He sits up, fidgeting with the soft shedded fur. Neteyam sighed softly, rubbing the soft furs between his thumb and pointer finger, wondering what more of the fur would feel like, what it would smell like.

His ears flicker towards the sound of someone outside the door; he shrugs it off as nothing before turning his attention back to the soft fur between his fingers. his tail swaying slowly behind him as he brings the soft fuzz up to his nose, inhaling gently. 

It wasn’t unusual for Neteyam to be on (Y/N)’s bed; in fact, it was to be expected. So when (Y/N) walked through the door, shaking the excessive snow stuck to her fur off, she knew to go straight to her bed. Pouncing on Neteyam into a hug.

“Hey Teyam! How was practice?” she chirped, rubbing her wet furn into his clothes.

A soft grunt leaves Neteyam as his hyper roommate lands on his back. He chuckles, slightly turning his head back to catch a glimpse of her fluffy face. “It was fine, a little more than normal, but fine.” he replied calmly, smiling gently. 

(Y/N)’s face lit up, “I heard they were going to be working you guys harder! Since you’re supposed to be going against another school soon!” her tail waved back and forth in excitement.

“Yes, but I am sure we'll do fine in the compensation.” Neteyam hums. His skinny tail slowly started to curl around (Y/N)’s fluffy one, hoping she wouldn't notice.

“So, who are you guys going against? I know it won't be anyone from the north. None of us, Tundra or Arctic Na’vi, have used a bow before,” She questions, leaning her head onto Neteyam’s neck.

“I haven't been told who we are going against yet. but I promise you'll be the first to know.” he hums, his heartbeat picking up slightly. Trying his best to keep himself calm, the last thing He wanted was to make things awkward between him and his close friend. “What about you? anything new today,  sevin?” Neteyam asks, his voice soft.

“It snowed today!” (Y/N) practically yelled, “There are also several snow banks that I was able to go play in finally! There’s nothing like jumping into the perfect snow bank!” her tail increased in speed as it wagged.

“But I wished I could join you in archery,” (Y/N) pouted a little, “Seriously! But I can’t due to my hands! Have you ever tried to use a bow covered in fur? My fur bends out the bow! And then there’s my hands! Also covered in fur!” she laminated, fully flopping onto Neteyam’s lap dramatically, covering his turtle neck in her white and grey fur.

Neteyam chuckles fondly, his golden eyes locked onto her bright blue ones. “well, you could always shave your fur off. Remember when we were young, and Lo'ak and Spider shaved your fur off with my mother’s razor?” Neteyam laughs, his shoulders shaking slightly. 

(Y/N) looked up at Neteyam with wide eyes, absolutely horrified, “Nope! Natta! Not happening again! I looked like a naked pa’li! Do you also remember how long it took to grow back? Or how long it took to clean up all the fur?”

Neteyam bites his lower lip slightly, holding back his laugh. “Yes, but a very cute naked pa’li.” He teases, ruffling her fluffy white hair. 

“I wasn’t sure who was the most angry, my parents, ‘cause I got shaved or Tiri, 'cause we used all her razors,” she cocked her head to the side, leaning into Neteyam’s hand, “We also broke your dads.”

“Ah, yes.. sa'nok was pissed.” Neteyam chuckles, gently brushing his fingers against one of (Y/N)’s fluffy ears. Neteyam hooks his arms around (Y/N)’s tiny waist, standing up without a struggle and walking towards the kitchenette, setting her down on the sofa while grabbing water for himself and her before plopping down next to her. Handing the bottle to (Y/N). “So..sevin, may I touch your fur..?” Neteyam tilts his head slightly, heat rising to his face, making his cheeks flush a dark purple. 

(Y/N) sat up, straddling Neteyam’s lap, “Sure, Teyam! I’ve missed having someone play with my fur!” her tail was back to wagging happily as she removed her top. Thick fur covers the expanse of her body, leaving everything hidden from sight. 

Neteyam’s ears drooped slightly; the tips flushed red. “I..” his face flushed a brighter shade of purple. He forces himself to not look at (Y/N)’s chest; even if the fur hid her breasts, it still didn't feel right to look. 

“I’ve missed having grooming days! Because of all the fur, we would help each other as a family! I’m really happy you asked Teyam!” (Y/N)’s smile was blinding as she spoke almost faster than her mouth could cooperate. 

Neteyam nods slightly, moving a hand up and lightly running his fingers through the fur on her neck. His tail thumps against the couch as he brushes his fingers through the soft fur. 

(Y/N) giggles lightly, “You’re gonna have to go harder than that, Teyam. I can’t feel anything through my fur!” she wiggles lightly.

“Do not... Say it like that...” Neteyam mumbles, scratching the skin underneath the fur on the nape of her neck. “It makes things sound weird..” he huffs, glancing at (Y/N)’s face. 

“Like what? Why would that be weird?” (Y/N) mutters as she leans into Neteyam’s touch; a gentle purr starts to rumble through her from his touch.

“Never mind.” Neteyam shakes his head slightly, shiny braids swinging slightly. His eyes glance down at the swell of her breasts, covered by the fur but still visible. He forces his gaze away from her chest, looking at the wall behind her. His hand moves towards the top of (Y/N)’s neck, scratching gently. 

(Y/N)’s purrs increase as Neteyam continues to scratch at her neck. She leans back more into his touch, wanting more, trusting him to hold her up. The thoughts from before had vanished. 

Neteyam’s other hand held her up, keeping it flat on the small of (Y/N)’s back, his thumb brushing against the base of her fluffy tail. Neteyam leaned his head back against the couch, sighing softly to keep himself relaxed.

The brush against (Y/N)’s tail shot sparks through her body. Her eyes dilated as a held-back choked moan, not understanding the sensations, “Teyam?” she asked softly.

Neteyam’s ears perked straight up, his golden eyes flying open as he stared at her in disbelief. “I.. What’d I do..?” he sits up, moving his hands away from her body. Afraid he touched her too hard or pulled her fur without noticing.

(Y/N) was upset by the lack of touch now; even if she didn’t understand it, she liked it. “My tail Teyam. You pet my tail. I liked that?” It came out as more of a question as she wiggled impatiently. 

“O-oh.. Right.. Sorry.” Neteyam mumbles, placing his hands around her small hips, slipping them around towards her tail, stroking the fur at the base while running his other hand along the length of her tail. “I thought I hurt you, sorry. 

(Y/N) fell forward, rubbed her face into Neteyam’s neck, “Teyam.. Teyam!” she cried from the shocking pleasure, her tail lifting higher along her back.

Neteyam’s eyes widened, His pupils dilating. “Easy, sevin.. I got you..” Neteyam whispers, wrapping an arm around her while stroking the length of her tail. He felt heat start to pool in His lower belly, making his body feel hot. 

“Teyam, it feels good?” she whines as she starts to rock her hips with Neteyam’s hand.

“I can tell..” Neteyam drops his face into (Y/N)’s neck, breathing her scent in deeply. The arm supporting her moved to hook behind her rear, squeezing her ass gently. “You smell... So much better than I thought..” He mumbles out, lightly tugging her tail. He felt dizzy off her scent, her pheromones driving him bonkers. 

Deep in (Y/N)’s core, she felt something tighten, not understanding what it was, but warmth flooded between her legs, something she’d never felt before, “Teyam, what is it? I like it!” She whined, sniffing at Neteyam’s neck, liking the new scent she smelt from him.

“Not sure yet,” Neteyam hums, bringing his hand away from her tail for a moment. he cups (Y/N)’s chin, tilting her head slightly before leaning in and connecting his lips with hers. 

Neteyam’s lips muffled the whine from when He let go of her tail. But (Y/N) was soon distracted by his lips, slotting her against his properly, as she reached around, threading her fingers into Neteyam’s hair.

The groan Neteyam let out was deep and rough, full of need. His eyes fluttered shut as He pressed his lips firmly against hers while his hand left her chin, slipping down to brush the longer parts of fur away from her breasts, exposing the soft, little globs of flush, covered in fur as well.

(Y/N) broke away, panting heavily, “What are you doing with my breasts, Teyam?” She asks, confused but trustingly, As the tight feeling from before loosened.

“You'll like it, I promise..” Neteyam said softly, cupping one of her breasts in his palms, gently brushing his thumb over her nipple before leaning his head down. He lightly licks his rough tongue over the little nub, sucking lightly while his other hand kneads at her right breast.

A shocked moan leaves (Y/N)’s lips as she pulls Neteyam closer. (Y/N) sat on Neteyam’s lap fully, as she enjoyed his touch, pulling on his braids. “I like it, Teyam,” She admits quietly, embarrassed as no one had seen her breasts before.

Neteyam hums in contentment, his tail wagging against the sofa. He lifts his head up slightly, pulling his turtleneck over his head and throwing it somewhere off the couch. He leans his head up, nibbling at her jaw before grabbing her tail again. “I've liked you for a while; you have no idea how happy you're making me right now..” he huffs, his voice low.

The moment Neteyam’s fingers touched her tail, (Y/N)’s tail flew up flush with her back as she pushed her hips back. In (Y/N)’s haze, she recognized His words; her heart sped up faster, this time from happiness, “Yes, Teyam, I’ve always loved you,” She admitted, rubbing her cheek into Neteyam’s neck: the glee and unfamiliar touch battling for dominance. 

Neteyam gently moves around, carefully laying (Y/N)’s smaller body down onto the sofa. He bends over her body, gently nibbling at her right ear before he moves down, kissing her neck, even if it was just her fur he was kissing. Neteyam’s skinny tail curled around her fluffy thigh, both his hands placed on her hips. 

“Teyam! You stopped again!” (Y/N) whined, disliking the lack of touch on her tail. The warmth between her legs was receding once again. In retaliation, she grabbed Neteyam’s tail, gently tugging it while flicking at the soft tip.

Neteyam’s hips involuntarily buck against her as she grabs his tail, his head drops down slightly, a low moan falling from his lips. “Sorry, syulang..” Neteyam mumbles out, sitting back on his knees, gently tugging at her tail again before gently sliding his hands along her legs, gently hooking thumbs underneath the waistband of her pants. 

(Y/N) sat up, lifting her hips for Neteyam. As she settled down, her back was to the main part of the couch, and Neteyam was kneeling between her legs; if it weren't for her thick fur, she would be a blushing red mess. “Teyam, I’ve never played down there before…” (Y/N) whispered nervously. 

Neteyam's ears perk up, and he nods lightly, gently tugging her pants off her legs. “You've never touched yourself...?” He asks with a head tilt. He glances down at her thighs, spotting her light blue panties. “Why not..? If you don't mind me asking.” Neteyam asks once more.

She looked away, unable to meet his eyes, “Too much fur. Every time I’ve tried, I can’t find anything…”

“We'll fix that now, won't we...?” Neteyam gently lifts her hips upwards, pulling her panties down and setting them on the floor. His mouth fills with drool as he gently parts her legs open, having a hard time seeing her slit until he parts some fur out of the way; finding her tight, little slit, and little nub. “Found it, syulang.” He hums.

(Y/N) shifts as she feels Neteyam’s eyes on her open slit. Her core dripping from his attention, “How do you play with it?” Her voice was meek as She watched Neteyam.

Neteyam gently guides one of her hands down, placing her middle and pointer fingers over her own clit. “Feel that..? Rub it slowly,” Neteyam said with a gentle smile, patting her inner thigh. 

Uncertain (Y/N) does as Neteyam says, rubbing Her fingers over Her clit, (Y/N)’s throws her head back as she moans unashamed. Her fur became wet from the amount of slick She was producing, rolling her hips into the touch.

“There you go, keep touching yourself; I gotta open you up,” Neteyam said, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before gently gathering the slick at (Y/N)’s entrance, coating his middle finger before carefully easing just half of his finger in, feeling just how tiny and tight she was.

(Y/N)’s legs closed as she winced, “Teyam, it burns,” fire flowed through her cunt, as Neteyam’s finger tried to make its way inside.

Neteyam pulls his finger out of her, looking down at her little cunt. “I'm sorry, love.” He said gently, sitting up as he glanced around slightly. Reaching towards the highlighter on the coffee table before glancing back at (Y/N).

Spotting what Neteyam was looking at (Y/N) became confused, “My highlighters? What do you need those for?” 

“If my fingers are too big for you, maybe this is small enough..?” Neteyam said, bringing one highlighter up to his mouth slicking it up with his spit. 

As Neteyam covered the highlighter in his spit, he used his other hand to gently spread (Y/N)’s legs apart again, giving him room to work. Once the highlighter was slick enough for Neteyam, he slowly brought it to (Y/N)’s slit, feeling the end up and down, pressing over her clit before gently sliding it in. The highlighter slipped in much easier than his finger did, so he slowly slid it in and out.

Neteyam’s eyes were locked on (Y/N)’s face, watching for any signs of discomfort or pain. He made sure he was gentle, sliding the highlighter in and out of her tiny slit carefully.

The highlighter was painless, but (Y/N) was unused to the sensation of being filled by anything, her brows furrowed in confusion. Recognizing her expression, Neteyam brought his other hand to her clit, his thumb slowly rubbing circles in time with the highlighter.

A gasp leaves (Y/N)’s mouth as she’s assaulted by the simulations.

Neteyam’s thumb rubs her clit more, working on thrusting the highlighter in and out of her more. Still being careful not to hurt her. “Does it feel good...?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. 

“Yes,” (Y/N) moaned, starting to enjoy the sensations more.

Noticing that (Y/N) was taking the highlighter well, Neteyam let go of the highlighter inside her, leaving it there before turning to grab two more. 

Neteyam turns back towards her, slicking up a second highlighter before carefully pushing it inside alongside the first one. 

“Oh!” (Y/N) exclaimed, surprised by the new addition. The second marker caused more of a stretch, pleasantly filling her more. She lifted herself up onto her elbows, looking down at Neteyam, “How many more are there?” She asks, as her slit throbs.

“One more, syulang. Then I think you can take my fingers... And maybe then my cock..?” Neteyam teases, sliding both highlighters in and out of her little cunt. His tail curls around his fuzzy ankle, the fluffy tip brushing against her foot. 

In Neteyam’s hand, only the green highlighter was left, meaning the pink and yellow ones were inside her. (Y/N) clenched around them as she watched them slide in and out of her. “Your cock? I haven’t seen one before,” her face flushed as Neteyam angled the markers into her g-spot. Her toes flexed, and her legs shook. 

“You will like it once you see it,” Neteyam promises, his ears swiveling forward as he takes note of her sudden change in body language. “You gonna cum for me? Huh, sevin syulang?” He hums, starting to push the green highlighter inside her along with the pink and yellow one. 

The sight was lewd; even though the highlighters were thin, the three of them out together in her tiny cunt was obscene. Each of them pulled her entrance taunt, as the bright colors couldn’t be missed. It was like a target right for her weeping cunt.

“Cum? What do you mean cum?” Her voice rose in pitch as something in her belly tightened again, stronger than before.

Neteyam chuckles gently, rubbing her clit a bit harder. “Deep breath, you're doing a great job. Let it happen.” Neteyam coos, leaning over and pressing his forehead against hers.

She shook her head from side to side as she continuously clenched around the highlighters, the coil tightening with nowhere to go, “Teyam! It’s getting stronger! I don’t know what it is! Teyam! Teyam!” She screamed her release as the coil snapped. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as she continued to shout her release. Slick gushing from her cunt and over the couch and Neteyam. 

“Good job… there you go, sweet girl..” Neteyam coos, pressing a few tender kisses to (Y/N)’s forehead. He carefully pulls the highlighters out of her, his ears twitching at the squelching sound. 

(Y/N) flinched from the additional pleasure, as she had already cum once, her bleary eyes tried to focus on Neteyam, watching as he placed the highlighters into his mouth, sucking her slick off of them.

“Teyam? What are you doing? That’s gross!” (Y/N) tiredly exclaimed.

“It's not gross, it's delicious..” He smirks, tossing the highlighters off the couch before sitting back on his knees. He places his hand on her thigh, parting her legs a bit more before prodding at her soaked entrance with two of his fingers. 

“How can that be delicious? It was inside- Oh fuck!” (Y/N)’s thoughts were cut off as Neteyam slipped two fingers inside her. Wiggling them around, feeling her gummy walls.

(Y/N) tried to close her legs from the oversensitivity, only succeeding in trapping Neteyam’s face between her legs.

Neteyam sits up a bit, spreading her legs open again. “Shhh.. I know, relax. I got you, syulang..” Neteyam soothes, hooking his two fingers upwards before scissoring his fingers apart.

(Y/N)’s eyes screwed shut as Neteyam continued on. Her pussy had never been stretched that far before, let alone feel the pleasures that Neteyam brings her. Each curl and spread of his fingers caused her to shake even more as she writhed in place. Unable to move out of Neteyam’s grip. 

Neteyam gently kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s nose, pushing his fingers until they hit the last knuckle. “Look at how well you're doing, little one..” He coos against her ear.

“Teyam, it’s too much! It’s so big!” Tears sprung in her eyes, one slowly trailing down her face.

The same coil from before was tightening again, and she didn’t know if she could take it. 

“No, no, no... It's ok..” Neteyam gently cups the side of (Y/N)’s face, gently pulling his fingers out of her slit. 

(Y/N) can’t stop the whine as his fingers left her slit; as much as it overwhelmed her, she couldn’t help but be disappointed about the emptiness. Another whine leaves her, this one more frustrated as it seems like she couldn’t figure out what she wants or needs. 

“Do you want me to keep going, syulang..?” Neteyam asks gently, cupping her cheek gently. 

“Yes? No? I don’t know, Teyam!” Her words were sharp from her frustration, but there was something she did know she wanted, “Kiss me? Please?” She asked him softly.

“Of course, sweet syulang..” Neteyam leans down, pressing a soft and tender kiss to her lips. Gently rubbing her inner thigh.

(Y/N) gently reached up and cupped his face as she leaned into the kiss. The gentle kiss comforted her, leaving her feeling protected. Feeling bold, she remembers reading something once about kissing. Hesitantly, she bites Neteyam’s bottom lip gently before letting go.

Neteyam groans softly, nibbling on her bottom lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth, his tongue wiggling around with hers.

A soft sigh leaves her nose as their tongues intertwine, their breaths synchronizing together as they parted briefly, only to rejoin each other. (Y/N) was unfamiliar with the taste on Neteyam’s tongue, not realizing that it was her own slick she was tasting.

Neteyam breaks the kiss, tipping her chin upwards and biting on her neck gently. “Do you want me to touch you again..?” He asks gently.

Much calmer this time, (Y/N) notices that the overwhelming pleasure has died down to a steady thrum instead of the electric shocks flowing through her, “Yes, please.”

Neteyam gently brushes his finger against her clit before slipping one finger inside her entrance, curling it upwards.

This moan was softer and deeper; this time, the feeling was expected. Letting her enjoy the feelings more, but it still left an ache. The need to be filled more.

Neteyam gently pushes a second finger inside her, being a lot slower and gentler now. “Does that feel good...?” He coos gently, rubbing his cheek against (Y/N)’s.

“Yes, Teyam. It feels good!” Her whines were sweet as she leaned up and licked the shell of Neteyam’s ear, gently biting down and pulling on it before letting go and nipping at his neck.

“Good girl…” Neteyam praised, slowly scissoring his two fingers apart. “You're so tight and wet for me…” He purrs, nuzzling her cheek.

Even after being stretched from before, Neteyam could barely comprehend how tight she was as her walls gripped at his finger, trying to suck them in deeper.

“I’m doing good, Teyam?” Her bright blue eyes searched for his, wide and begging.

“Yes.. You're doing so well, ma syulang..” Neteyam purrs, gently stroking his fingers along her inner walls.

(Y/N) tightens around Neteyam’s fingers as his words bring warmth to her slit; she wiggles happily, even as the coil slowly builds. 

“Do you think you can handle a third finger?” Neteyam asks gently, nuzzling his cat-like nose into her neck. His fingers steadily pumping in and out of her soaked pussy.

Nervously (Y/N) nods; each of Neteyam’s fingers were thick and strong from years of archery practice, and she wonders if another one will fit.

“Deep breaths,” Neteyam hums, gently pressing his third finger against her already stretched opening. Neteyam carefully pushes his last finger inside her, gently curling it upwards. 

“Oh fuck, Teyam!” (Y/N) yipped, the stretch slightly burned, making the pleasure all the more intense.

“Yeah.. Tell me how much you like it, syulang. Let me hear you..” Neteyam purrs, nipping gently on the tip of her left ear, all three of his fingers pumping in and out of her steadily. 

“It’s good! It feels so big, Teyam!”  (Y/N) whined as the pleasure started to cover the burning pain.

“Good girl..” Neteyam coos, peppering kisses all over (Y/N)’s face and down her neck. Gently brushing his thumb over her clit. 

(Y/N) jumped at her clit being played with, electric-like pleasure shooting through her body, “Teyam!” She cried as her legs started to shake.

Neteyam curls his three fingers upwards, brushing them over her sensitive inner walls. Increasing the pressure on (Y/N)’s clit as well. “You gonna cum for me, huh, little one?” Neteyam cocks his head to the side, his braids falling over his shoulders.

“Y-yes,” (Y/N) threw her head back as her walls started to milk Neteyam’s fingers, eagerly chasing the sensations.

Neteyam hums, pumping his fingers in and out of (Y/N)’s tiny cunt, gently tugging her tail with his free hand, wanting to help pull her over the edge quicker.

“Ah-ah-ahhhhh!” (Y/N) screamed her release, her slick gushing out of her tiny hole, the pleasure of her pussy being played with, and the teasing of her tail too much.

(Y/N) continues to roll her hips, chasing the lingering feeling.

“There we go.. good girl, yawne.” Neteyam slowly pulls his fingers from her cunt, licking her arousal from his fingers before he leans up and presses his lips against hers, swiping his tongue against hers. Allowing (Y/N) to taste her own arousal.

(Y/N) couldn’t stop the moan that left her lips, the slight humiliation from tasting herself on Neteyam’s tongue building her arousal all over again. Slowly (Y/N) wrapped her legs around Neteyam’s waist, pulling him closer to her slit.

Neteyam chuckles gently against her lips; he pulls back slightly, tugging his sweatpants down his thighs and throwing them on the floor, his boxers following soon after. His protective slit was dripping pre already, the tip of his cock peeking out from inside. “You sure you can handle my osìn, yawne?” He cocks his head to the side, golden eyes blown wide with lust.

(Y/N) looked at his slit, seeing just the head peeking out, it was bulbous, and next to her hole, it was obscene, “I want it, Teyam,” She whispered, unsure if she could actually take it.

“Wanna help me out first, then, love?” Neteyam hums gently, taking one of her smaller hands in his own and guiding it down to his slit. 

(Y/N) nods her head as she gently touches his slit; it is warm to the touch and easily parted for her fingers, making more room for his cock to slip out. Her fingers traveled lower, brushing against the tip of his cock, and with her small hand, she reached several fingers inside his slit, urging his dick to come out.

Neteyam’s eyes fluttered shut in bliss; he gently squeezed her thigh to ground himself. His cock slowly slipped out, already hard and dripping pre. “that's it, yawne..” He purrs.

Neteyam’s cock was long and thick in her hands; her hand couldn’t fully wrap around the girth of his cock, as it stood to attention. Hard and throbbing in her hands.

Neteyam's golden eyes fluttered open, locking on (Y/N)’s face. His eyes were lidded and full of lust. “You sure you want this, love..?” He asks gently. 

“Please, Teyam, I want it,” (Y/N) whispered, ready to give Neteyam her virginity.

Neteyam nods softly, grabbing one of the couch pillows and gently setting it underneath (Y/N)’s hips. “Ok, I'll be as flrr as I can.” Neteyam mumbles, gently bending over her body, the tip of his length nudging at her clit. 

Neteyam’s thick tip bumps into (Y/N) entrance, the tiny hole dwarfed by the size of his cock. A small whimper passed (Y/N)’s lips as the reality sunk in, but it didn’t stop her want or need for Neteyam.

“Shh.. I got you..” Neteyam nuzzles his nose into the side of (Y/N)’s face, a soft purr rumbling through his throat, trying his best to soothe her. 

He angles his hips, lining his thick tip up with her tiny entrance before he slowly pushes forward. His tip barely fit even after all the stretching beforehand. 

(Y/N) yelped as it pushed inside her, the tip resting just past her entrance, and just that was immense. The thick tip, spreading (Y/N) wider than an arctic Na’vi, is meant to take. Her tiny cunt, stretched far past its limits. (Y/N) rests a hand on Neteyam’s chest, urging him to still and wait for her. 

Neteyam gently strokes the fur on (Y/N)’s thigh, pressing his forehead against hers. “You're doing so well, Yawntutsyìp..” He praises, his eyes locked on her face, watching for any more signs of pain or discomfort. 

(Y/N) can’t stop herself from clenching around Neteyam’s tip, the thick head simply resting there, as her body struggled to adjust. (Y/N) was always thankful that Neteyam was such a sweet and thoughtful man.

“Slowly, Teyam,” She whispered.

“You sure..? We can wait longer...?” Neteyam lifts his head up slightly, his ears swiveled forward, and his eyes locked on (Y/N)’s.

“I’m sure… Just please be gentle,” (Y/N)’s bright blue eyes meet Neteyam’s, filled with trust.

“Ok, love..” Neteyam nodded gently; he slowly pushed his hips forward more. Slowly his hard length stretches more of (Y/N)’s little cunt open. 

(Y/N) whimpers as he slides deeper into her cunt, forcing her inner walls to make room for him, shaping her to the form of his cock. From this day forth, (Y/N)’s cunt will only fit Neteyam's cock.

Neteyam pushes forwards until his pelvis is flush with (Y/N)’s, his cock resting, snuggling inside her little slit, fully bottoming out. 

“Fuck Yawntutsyìp.. You're so tight for me..” he groans softly, pressing his forehead against hers again. 

Neteyam’s cock came with the feeling of fullness; slight sparks of pain fluttered through (Y/N)’s pussy, but the longer he stayed inside, the more the pain faded, leaving (Y/N) feeling whole and complete. 

“Big, Teyam, you’re really big,” (Y/N) moans, wrapping her arms around his neck and threading her fingers through his braids.

Neteyam groans softly, dropping his head into her shoulder. Relishing in the feeling of her tightness. “You feel so good around me, syulang..” He purrs out, holding himself still for now.

(Y/N) rhythmically squeezed Neteyam’s cock, as she adjusted to his size, “You can move now,” (Y/N) rested her head on top of Neteyam’s, holding him closer to her.

Neteyam simply nods, withdrawing his hips until half of his length remains before gently pushing forward again, building up a steady and slow pace.  

Neteyam's hands held her hips gently, his face pressed into the side of her neck. (Y/N) held him close as her heels dug into the small of his back, trying to force him back in.

“Teyam, you’re inside me… it feels good,” (Y/N) moaned as he continued to thrust into her gently.

Neteyam grunts softly, continuing his slow and steady pace. Not wanting to risk hurting her at all. “Mhm.. Such a pretty girl for me..” He mumbles against (Y/N)’s fluffy neck. 

(Y/N)’s tail starts to wag at the praise, all the while moaning from the pleasure; she tries to curl herself impossibly closer, wanting to touch every part of Neteyam, whining when she is unsuccessful. 

“Careful, syulang..” Neteyam mumbled gently, gently laying on top of her, his chest pressed into hers even if it meant having to arch his back awkwardly. 

“Ohhh,” (Y/N) purred, comforted by the touch, her chest rumbling in a purr, “More Teyam, please,” She used her feet to push on his back to urge him faster.

“I don't want to hurt you, small thing..” Neteyam mumbles, brushing his hand through her fluffy white hair. His hips still moving slowly. 

“Please, Neteyam, I can take it,” (Y/N) pleaded, moving her hips, chasing the pleasure herself.

Neteyam grunts softly, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He pulls his hips back, leaving just his tip inside her stretched cunt before pushing forwards again, picking up the pace of his thrusting. Angling his hips upwards slightly, searching for (Y/N)’s sweet spot.

“Fuck!” (Y/N) cried as her pussy was taken thoroughly, her spongy insides taking the brunt of Neteyam’s thrusts, “Please, Neteyam! More!” She cried again as her legs tightened around him even more.

Neteyam groans deeply, his large hands holding onto (Y/N)’s hips. “Needy little thing..” He whispers into her ear, nibbling on the end. 

Neteyam’s hips shove into hers at a slightly rougher pace, each thrust pushing his cock deep. His tip kissing (Y/N)’s cervix. 

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” (Y/n) shook her head from side to side as the pleasure overwhelmed her; her most intimate place was being ravished by Neteyam. Her cervix soon became tender from the constant pounding it was taking.

Neteyam switched between grinding his hips against hers and thrusting into her; his tail curled around (Y/n)’s fluffy tail. “You look so pretty, taking my osìn like a good girl..” He grunts out, pressing his lips against hers in a messy kiss.

(Y/N) leans into the kiss as they wrap around each other completely, their tongues meeting in the open air before their lips sealed together. They both tried to breathe through their noses, unwilling to let go of the other's lips as they moaned in tandem.

Neteyam moans against her lips, feeling heat start to bubble in his lower belly and core. He snaps his hips against (Y/n)’s, drawing lewd squelching from in between them. Neteyam’s thrusts became deeper, forcing her to take his hard length deeper until a bulge in her lower belly formed underneath her fur. 

(Y/N) squirmed and whined as she takes Neteyam’s cock, a deep coil stronger than before was building. The sound of flesh meeting her fur was loud, ringing throughout the dorm room as they both near their release.

Neteyam reaches a hand down, circling his middle and pointer fingers around her little clit. “Gonna cum for me..? Huh, pretty girl..? Keep squeezing me; feels so good…” Neteyam moans into her ear, his cock starting to throb as he nears his own orgasm. 

(Y/N) squealed as Neteyam played with her clit, as she spasmed around Neteyam’s length, grabbing into his braids for leverage while accidentally grabbing his kuru and pulling. 

Neteyam’s body tenses up, his eyes rolling back into his head and his jaw dropping open. “F-fuck Yawntutsyìp!” He gasped sharply; the feeling of her hand grabbing his kuru and pulling sent Electric shocks up and down his spine, making his brain tingle. “Oh- fuck.. ‘M gonna cum..” He warns, his thrusting growing sloppy.

“Cum! Cum! Teyam! Cum inside me; I want your cum, please!” (Y/N) begged as her core was tight, her walls already attempting to milk his cum deep inside her. 

Neteyam’s cock throbs a few times before his hips; still, he throws his head back, gripping the sofa cushion tightly as he empties himself inside her little cunt. Muttering, Na'Vi curses under his breath. 

“Neteyam!” (Y/N) screams, using Neteyam kuru as a tether, bringing him into a deep kiss as she cum around his cock, Milking him, drawing his cum deeper inside her. 

Neteyam’s hips jerk against hers as she grabs his kuru again, and he whines against her lips. His cock throbbed again, squirting the last of his cum inside her, some dribbling out around his cock. 

(Y/N) whines, unhappy that Neteyam’s cum is leaving her slit, wanting it all inside, and also slightly irritated at the feeling of it in her fur, “Stay, Neteyam,” she asks, brushing his lips against hers, not letting him leave her.

Neteyam pants heavily, gently resting his head against hers, soothing his hand over her side. He stayed still like she asked, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Nga yawne lu oer.. My (Y/n)..” He breathes out.

“Nga yawne lu oer, Teyam,” (Y/N) whispers as she urges Neteyam to become more comfortable, having him lay on his back while she lays on top of him, never letting him leave her cunt. 

Neteyam wraps his arms around her middle, tugging her closer. “Nga yawne lu oer more,” he chuckles gently, petting her back. His skinny tail curling around her fluffy one.

(Y/N) hummed in return, too sleepy to say anything, simply basking in Neteyam’s presence. 

Neteyam nuzzles his nose into (Y/N)’s hairline, a deep purr rumbling in his chest, making his chest vibrate. “(Y/N)? “ he gently cups her cheek, brushing his thumb over the soft fur there.

(Y/N) hums in response, showing she was still awake but happily stated, as he leaned into Neteyam’s touch.

“Date me,” Neteyam mumbles, his ears drooping slightly at the boldness of his voice. 

She looks up at him, her eyes drowsy, as a large smile covers her face, “mmmhmm,” She agrees sleepily but joyfully. 

Neteyam smiles happily, nuzzling his forehead against hers, his tail slowly wagging against the sofa. He relaxes with her, starting to grow drowsy himself. “I love you..” He mumbles before drifting off, snuggled up and purring against (Y/N).

The two of them were asleep seconds after, happily resting in each other's arms.

[hacked-by-jake]

I'm so excited for moonvale that I'm getting procrastination paralysis for everything else in my life 🫣 I was supposed to work during the day of the release but my grandfather sadly passed on Monday (fly high 🙏🤍) and I thankfully got some bereavement leave so I can completely engross myself in the game tomorrow. Ain't that some bittersweet luck haha

I wish we had a countdown cuz Imma be refreshing the app store every 5 minutes 😭 but fr imma need to be on my best behavior and not fall for anyone besides Jake during this game (Richy almost got me last time 🫡)

First of all, all my condolences for the loss. It can always be a big cut in life and it’s hard to just live over it, it’s always in the head. I hope you’re doing reasonably well given the situation. 🫂

But I really hope that Moonvale can be a positive and nice distraction and will help you.

I am also glad that your work allows you to take some time off. It's really great to do that.

Yes, I feel you. I also thought they would make make another posts or already showing the trailer or similar. Just a little thing before the release. Maybe today. Of course, earlier would have been great as well. But maybe as little reminder that tomorrow the new case starts for us. But with duskwood, it was the same. They mostly only uploaded the trailer to announce that the episode is out now. And I also guess they have lots of things to do now. Like giving the game the really last cherry on top.

I won't lie, Richy got me in the end. But Darkness as well. Oh, and Alan. Oops. And I'm 100% it will happen again. But the important difference is, that no one got me like Jake. Jake is over everything and everyone. And I'm also sure it will stay this way. Unless they have someone new just like Jake. xD But in my defense, Jake is not the first fictional character on my list and not the last. So it is absolutely foreseeable that it will happen again. And I will never abandon Jake. So as long as he stay on top, even if someone else joins him, he will still he main part of my blog. Hehe.

And I mean, even if Jake won't be part of the main game or whatever it's going to be with his character, he will be included in fanfictions etc. This is a firm assumption.

I still relate to you because even if I know it's not unusual for me, I will feel bad. Because, Jake, our hacker man. Beloved hacker man. Awkward but lovely dork.

I just hope that everything can be brought together well. And please nobody hate me if I fall for another one. 😂

But I keep my fingers crossed that we will get out of the game "unscathed".

As always, it's good to see you here again. It's always wonderful. And I'm sending you big hugs and lots of love. Oh, and of course I hope Moonvale will catch you like duskwood did. And thank you for always passing by to leave an ask. I really appreciate it. Have a great day/evening/night. Take care of yourself and stay healthy and safe! 💚💚🫂

[imakemywings]

Having read your wonderful takes, I would like to know something. How would you write Elwing's reunion with M&M in Valinor? Or with Elrond (with the popular fanon of supposedly bringing M to the land)? I've read many takes/fics that tackle that and while I am in no way policing how people should write these characters, its a bit alarming the way Elwing is written so much as a hysterical bitch which is then used as a gotcha moment for feanorian apologists to say M&M were the rightful people to raised E&E because she is acting like that. Or have Elrond defend the oath against Elwing when she gives M&M grief for it. I feel like these all give great disservice to all of their characters but idk. I would like to know your own thoughts/headcanons about it.

Well I expect you know I love Elwing, so I'm going to lean towards a sympathetic take on her and a generally positive take on her relationship with her children, but I actually haven't considered much my own take on that reunion.

I feel like there are a lot of ways it could go.

A teary, big hugs "we missed each other so much" kind of thing scratches a particular itch for me and it really is a very lovely, sweet scene. It feels very cathartic considering how much was taken from them and how much time they might have had together that they lost.

A more awkward one where they are really glad to see each other but don't really know what to say also tracks for me. Elwing last saw Elrond when he was a little boy, and it would be reasonable that she's not sure how to treat him as an adult (in a sense, he's really a stranger to her now). Similarly, Elrond doesn't know his mother at all--the mom that you "know" as a little kid is usually a fair bit removed from the mom you know as an adult.

A delayed reunion also makes sense to me. One where Elwing holds back from seeking Elrond out, because she isn't sure if he wants to see her and/or trying to give him space for other reunions (such as with Celebrian) without having to deal with his mom as well; or where Elrond maybe has to gather himself a bit before seeking her out. There's a lot of feeling that's surely built up around their final days together so that would be a bit emotionally intimidating to tackle.

I could even take a slightly more standoffish reunion where Elrond, because Elwing is more myth and legend than mother to him at this point, isn't even sure what he wants from her, if anything, and it maybe takes some getting to know her before he realizes he wants her to be a part of his life again.

(Semi-related, I enjoy the idea of Elwing developing a relationship with Celebrian while they wait for Elrond to join them in Eldamar)

Even if you h/c Elrond with a very positive relationship with Maglor, it's clear through LotR that he very much still views Earendil and Elwing as his parents, which suggests to me there is still strong positive feeling there, even if their initial reunion also harbors some awkward or stilted feelings. And just for me, personally, I want that to be a positive and loving relationship because I think both Elwing and Elrond deserve that. They were robbed of having a relationship through most of Elrond's childhood and adolescence; they deserve to get to have a relationship with each other now.

As for any reunion between Elwing and the Feanorians I suppose my thought would be: There isn't one. I don't think Elwing would ever want to see any of them again for any reason, and my personal feelings for her are that she never forgives them.

Assuming Elrond was still fostering a relationship with Maglor, I don't think he would ever try to bring those two together unless Elwing proposed it, because he would be aware of how traumatizing it would be for her to see him again (having had to grow up with the guy himself). I absolutely cannot imagine Elrond defending the Feanorians to Elwing, except possibly to share some of the less terrible things they did while he was under their care. I don't think Elrond would find the oath justifiable, let alone try to defend it to other people. He can love Maglor and still think he was in the wrong.

I also honestly don't think Maglor would view himself as the "rightful" parent of Elrond, especially by the time he gets back to Valinor: I think he is well aware of what he stole from both of them and he would want Elrond to take the opportunity to finally have that relationship with Elwing (Maglor has his own mommy to repair relations with as well, after all).

Under the cut I'm putting some of my favorite "Elwing and Elrond reunion" fics!

The Myth Hanging Heavy Over You by stormfallen - 1.1k - Elrond asks about his mother, in 100-word drabbles.

Stained Glass by @polutrope - 400 - Elrond meets his mother.

Joy is a Bird, a Fragile Thing by estuarie - 1k - Elrond comes to Aman and meets someone who has been lost to him.

The One with All the Birds by clothono - 46.5k - Elwing and Nerdanel in Valinor in the Fourth Age; a story about children coming home.

[throughthetwistedmirror]

Never One Without the Other ~ *Ace Trappola*

Summary: If there’s one thing you know about ADeuce, they’re always together. And when you have a crush on one of them, it’s very hard to get him alone to confess to him. So you might just have to tell the other to make himself scarce for an hour or two if he can...

Pairing: Ace Trappola X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 936

Warning: Swearing, yelling, fighting, ends happy, it’s actually kinda funny

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel

Something you noticed when it came to your friends in Heartslabyul, is that Ace was never without Deuce and vice versa. The two never seemed to be far from the other, perpetually joined at the hip. They were both your dearest friends, but you couldn’t help but wish they spent a little less time together.

The reason being you have the biggest crush on one Ace Trappola.

You weren’t one to be shy about your feelings, but you also didn’t want to confess when Deuce was right there. You needed to find a way to separate them long enough to tell Ace how you felt. There had to be some way to accomplish this.

“Why don't you ask Deuce to leave him alone for an hour and talk to him then?” Grim stated, stretching on your bed.

“I could…” You mumbled. “But then again, he’s attached to Ace. I can’t ask him to leave Ace alone when Ace is right there!”

“Ask Riddle if there’s ever a moment they’re not together.” He rolled his eyes. “Jeez, henchman, you think too much.”

“Uh, since when did you get smart?”

“Hey! I’m always smart!”

Taking your “smart” cat’s advice, you met with Riddle the next day. At first, he seemed appalled that you assumed he knew his schedule. However he told you that while Ace had remedial magic history, Deuce would go to Mr. Sam’s to retrieve ingredients for Trey. Well, it wasn’t who you were looking for, but it could still work.

So that afternoon, while Ace was stuck in Professor Trein’s remedial class, you made your way to Mr Sam’s shop.

“Hello, my little imp.” He called out to you, his usual Cheshire grin on his face. “What are you looking for this fine afternoon?”

“I’m looking for Deuce actually.”

“He’s over in the produce section.”

You made your way over to where Deuce was comparing eggs. “Hey, Deuce. Can I talk to you for a moment, please?”

He gave you a smile. “Of course! How can I help?”

“Well I was wondering if later today, you  could give Ace and I an hour or so alone? I know the two of you are always together and I have something personal I want to tell him.”

“Are you going to confess to him?”

Your jaw dropped. “You know?”

“Well, I may not be the smartest student here, but I can see those longing looks you give him when he’s not paying attention.” He explained, blushing lightly.

Okay, now you were kind of embarrassed. “Ah, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to make things awkward for you.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. If anything, I was trying to give you both space to talk since Ace mentioned he has a crush on you as well. However, he’s afraid to be alone with you, so he’d drag me along every time you invited him to hang out.”

Yeah, that sounded like Ace. You couldn’t help but chuckle and pulled Deuce into a hug. “Well, thanks at least for trying. You’re a good friend either way.”

“Anytime. I’ll try and give you both some space today so you can tell him.”

You squeezed him a little tighter. “Thank you.”

“DEUCE WHAT THE HELL MAN!”

The two of you jumped at Ace’s shout. As soon as you pulled away from him, Ace ran to tackle Deuce to the ground. You could only stare in shock as they wrestled.

“HOW COULD YOU? YOU KNEW I LIKED HER AND YOU DO THIS?!”

“What are you talking about?” Deuce managed to choke out.

“YOU HUGGED HER! AFTER I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I LIKED HER! HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS?! I’LL KILL YOU!”

Shaking your head, you grabbed the back of Ace’s jacket to pull him off his friend. “Alright, alright let him go. You’re going to hurt yourself or worse, destroy Mr Sams’s shop!”

“Hey, you three!” Sam shouted. “If you’re going to fight, do it outside!”

You nodded and lugged the kicking and screaming Ace outside, Deuce following shortly behind and dusting himself off. As soon as you dropped him, Ace lunged at Deuce again. However, this time, you stepped in front of him.

“Hey, hey, whoa! Relax! He didn’t try to steal me from you.” You snapped.

“That’s what he wants you to think!” He shot back. “But he won’t get away with it so easily! I’ll show him! As soon as I confess to you, I-”

It finally dawned on him.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “No, no, please go on! As soon as you confess to me, you’ll what? I’m dying to know!”

Ace crossed his arms over his chest and turned away so you wouldn’t see that his cheeks were as red as the heart on his face. “Nothing, nevermind.”

“Well that’s too bad. Guess I’ll have to do it then.” Taking a deep breath, you announced, “Ace Trappola, I have feelings for you and I’d very much like to go on a date with you if you would like to as well.”

Both boys were stunned speechless. However, you knew he would accept your feelings. He already started for goodness sake before his embarrassment caught up to him!

Ace, bright red in the face, finally answered you. “Y-yeah, sure.”

You hugged him. “I’ll see you tonight then!”

And off you went, happy to finally confess to the boy you liked. Granted, it wasn’t how you wanted the whole thing to play out, but you should’ve expected that. When it comes to Ace and Deuce, they’re never one without the other.