#but the fact that they cant touch!!!! they cant hug her! she cant hold their hands

[natjennie]

IM SORRY YOU LOST THE SISTER YOU NEVER HAD YOURE THE SISTER I NEVER HAD

[seattlesellie]

thinkin abt eating bbf!ellie out while she’s gaming and on a call with reader’s brother ☺️

she would have to keep muting her headset every 30 seconds bc she couldn’t keep quiet and eventually would just toss her controller on the floor and end the call so she could fuck reader stupid while reader’s brother is spamming her w texts asking where she went 😭

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ok u got me with this… 💗🪷

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ʚɞ it was purely innocent at first, you swore to god it was. what’s so wrong about sitting on your girlf— well, that isnt quite right. on your frien— god, thats not exactly it either. on your… brother’s best friends (that’s better) lap while she’s playing a video game? she let you in, in fact, she signaled you to come closer with a small pat on her thigh before you did. “m’not a dog…” you scoffed, pouting before rolling your eyes, desperately trying to hide the fact that even that mere, simple gesture made it feel funny in your stomach. “no, but you’re my—“ she stopped, and grazed the corner of her mouth with her tongue. “just come warm me up”

ʚɞ that was her excuse for everything. wanted to hold your hand after splitting you raw? it’s just to warm her up. move closer while her arm is loosely placed on your chest while “hugging” you from behind while laying on the bed? come warm her up. she’d never admit she just yearned to feel you close, craved to touch you at any given moment, as if you’d slip away if she didn’t.

ʚɞ she was wearing her headset, and a couple of baby hairs frizzled up on the top of her head. both hands on the controller, wrapped tightly around your waist, continuously yelling at someone you guessed was a complete stranger she was playing with. “who are you talking to?” you questioned, trying to stop yourself from grinning at how cute she looked with her tongue poking out of her mouth when she was hyperfocused on the screen. “shh…” she sushed, slightly blowing out her eyes. “your brother”

“he can hear me?!” fuck. that came out way too loud. she abruptly placed her left palm on your lips, to shut you up. “just a sec, man” she spoke into the mic. “you cant make any noise” she whispered, and when you winced, she smirked. “just watch, and keep quiet”

ʚɞ being quiet, was not exactly your forte. especially not when you were supposed to (it was as if someone placed a red button with a huge sign of “do not press!”— you have to press.) and especially, while you were sat on ellie’s lap, and she kept sniffling and huffing and cursing those little “fuck” and “shit” under her breath and the air she blew, caressed your neck and made you shiver and… her hand, on that damn controller, her fingers circling the silicone ball, her thumb, to be more specific, and it’s a little fucking distracting— how she happens to bounce her leg, making you bounce up and down with it’s movement, every time she's upset someone had killed her in the game, and how when she wins a round, she lays herself back on the chair, spreads her legs and cockily murmurs into the mic “fucking got you, asshole”

ʚɞ did she know what she was doing, as she slapped your thigh when she won the 3rd round in a row? did she know that when she bounced you up and down, your tummy flipped and your eyes rolled back? even if she did know, what you did next was so not fair to her.

ʚɞ you pressed your ass deep inside her lap, making the fat squish down on her thigh, and she cleared her throat, and chuckled. clearly, it did something to her, her throat feeling suddenly dry, but she didn’t want you to know. you stopped, and she readjusted herself, straightening her back. “i’m out of fuc…ing ammo” and with that, you pressed your ass down even deeper into ellie’s lap, cause her face to twitch in the slightest. “give me some fuc—“ now, you purely rocked your ass back and forth on her crotch, staring at the screen, attempting to appear as aloof as you could. it made her stretch her head back, and huff out a small, shaky breath. she placed her hand on your thigh, and squeezed hard. it wasn’t a nice, thoughtful gesture, it was a sign to stop fucking moving, you’ve been warned. she was on a winning streak and you were about to ruin it.

ʚɞ your shorts were truly way too short, bordering on underwear, the material was truly too thin, and she could feel every inch of you through her sweats. your thighs, your feet rocking back and forth and kicking her on purpose, and your ass who grew to be the biggest distraction of all— “just a sec dude, im pausing just… taking a water break”

she was going to lose, and she knew it.

she took the headset off, and placed it, no— threw it on the table. “what are you doing?” she murmured in a low, raspy voice. you managed to catch your breath, and attempted to sound as angelic and innocent as you possibly could. “nothing…?” you quipped, and smiled softly. ellie slightly nodded her head up and down. “keep doing nothing, see where that gets you”

“not doing anything, swear” and the way you put your hand on your chest, right where your heart is, and then palmed it to give it the smallest, gentlest squeeze… “jesus fucking christ” she huffed, and stared down. she wasn’t going to get out of this, and she certainly wasn't going to win.

ʚɞ she spread her thighs wider, with you sat directly on her thigh, and put her headset back on. two can play this game. she didn’t want your brother to know about you two, and you didn’t want him to know even more. you moved yourself to sit right on her center, right where her crotch is, and the wheeze that came out of her mouth— “fffuck”

“you good, ellie?” that was your brother’s voice popping out of her headset. you were that close to her face. your cheek pressed up on her’s, and you moaned inside her ear, a small “aaah, ellie” and you knew that would get her, because nothing made her wetter than those damn moans, and when you added her name in the mix—she cleared her throat, and if you saw the way her eyebrows scrunched together, her eyelids simply resting shut because she had to physically restrain herself, you’d have probably started whining and begging. “m’good, yeah—keep going” was she talking to you, or to him? you made up your mind. she was talking to you.

ʚɞ you grinded youself back and forth again and again, and you knew you rubbed her right where she needed you. you pressed down hard, and it hit right on her clit. “god” she huffed, her breaths growing shaky and uneven. she bumped her crotch into your ass and it made you squeal like a chew toy. “sh— shut up” she groaned, and hastily placed her palm on your mouth again. “shut the fuck up bro”. it was truly disgusting, how turned on you were by grinding yourself up against her, letting her clothed crotch hump your ass. ellie, desperately dug her palm extra hard on the controller, as she felt a glob of slick leaking out of her cunt, because she knew that if she let it go, her hand would immediately drop down to your pussy, and start fucking you raw on the chair.

ʚɞ the wet, sticky patch in your underwear grew bigger and bigger every time you bounced, circling your ass in fast, needy movements on her crotch as if you were trying to win a race. ellie's mind left the game already, completely blind to what was happening on the screen, but kept on pretending. it was funny to her, truly, how pathetic you looked. your movements growing messy, sweat sticking down your forehead, your bottom lip between your teeth, and she almost let you use her body to cum, and you swore you almost did. your small chocked out breaths were growing heavier and needier, and you huffed small whispers of her name in broken little sentences. “mmhm el-lie” she smirked, and placed her hand up on the small mic to block the obscenity that was about to escape her lips; "about to cum in those little fucking panties? hm? you’re so fucking slutty”

ʚɞ and thats exactly when you stopped, and peeled your shaky body off of her. she seemed confused for a second, because god she was loving it, the way you tried to get her flustered and turned out a needy, flustered, moaning mess yourself. she didn’t even need to do anything, just purely exist, for you to nearly cum inside your shorts. her lips curled into to a small, teasing smile. “what are you doing?” she mouthed. you got down on your knees, placing yourself directly in front of her crotch. ellie hovered over you in a manspread, and you put your chin right on the chair. “nothing” you mouthed back, and gave her a small pout. she huffed, as her game character stood idly on the ground, a black rifle in her hand, and your brother paced nearer and nearer. you placed your hands on her thighs, and batted your eyelashes. she sighed, and gazed at you with a prying look.

“you’re gonna fucking kill me”

“hell fucking yes i am” your brother exclaimed, muffled in her headset.

ʚɞ you didn’t even peel the grey sweats out of her body, you straight up yanked them down. what you saw… didn’t disappoint you in the slightest. a wet spot, perhaps even bigger than yours, making her black boxers take even a darker shade of black. you let out a shaky “oh my… god”, as she slid off of the chair, her eyes rolling back. “m’playing… just keep fucking going i’m playing” again, she wasn’t talking to you, or was she? she looked at you again, warning you. you blinked slowly, trying to tease her as much as you could. ellie's eyes squinted, and she hesitated for a moment. she brought her hand down and caressed the top of your head. although she was gentle, you could tell how crazy you were driving her. she bucked her hips forward, and mouthed; “lick”

ʚɞ firstly, you gave a small lick to the soft fabric, and felt her tangy sweet taste just merely grazing your pink muscle. then, she aggressively patted her hand on the top of your head, again, and made you look up at her. her eyes turned a darker shade of emerald green, and she looked angry. “dont play with me” she mouthed, and squeezed your cheeks together. she gave the right one a small pat, and then a stinging little slap, making you yelp. she was in control, and she was going to use you.

ʚɞ she placed the controller on your fucking head, and pushed her soaking boxers down, to lay loosely wrapped aound her ankles. ellie pushed your face forward to meet her weeping core, and you immediately stuck your tongue out, to gift a delicate, slow lick to her glistening, peachy pink folds. you pushed it inside of her hole, and she clenched right on it. she gripped the controller harder, and looked absolutely gone. no matter how hard she pushed your head, you didn’t dare to ever meet her clit, the brat that you are, because you thought it was so much more fun to watch her suffer. “mmfuck” she groaned, “fuck— y-you man” and the way she whimpered right into the mic; “m’good dude just— fuck just my arm hurts” and looked downwards to give you a look that was purely warning you— keep on playing with her like that and she’d fucking make it hurt.

ʚɞ it was torturous, and she really got truly delirious, the way in which you licked around her cunt, stopping your movements to plant a simple, delicate little kiss on her thigh, just to hear her respond with a throaty groan, look down at you with her bangs sticking to her forehead, hand shaking around the black controller, biting her lip hard— because if she didn't, she would have moaned so loud she'd get kicked out of your family's home for fucking with your brother's precious sister. she shook her thigh to get you off of it, and it signaled to stop fucking teasing. "I can'— fuck— man fuck, im gonna fucking— lose the fucking game" she stutters, sounding like a complete idiot, biting her fist hard and twisting her face, her jaw clenched so tight because if he hears her, he's gonna think she's either about to pass completely out, or think she's in heat— and the fact that you won't, absolutely refuse to give her needy clit any attention, and the way you look so concentrated on torturing her, keeping your eyes fixated on her’s, acting all brave because you know she cant talk, and cant do anything because she’s fucking “busy” oh, you pissed her off— your mouth stuffed with her cunt, looking up to her as if you're not trying to kill her;

nope. she can't do this anymore. she grabbed the back of your neck forcefully, and pulled yourself off of her. you pout, and then you're slightly terrified, because the controller just met the floor with a loud thud. "i'll be back in 5 minutes" she breathlessly talks into the mic.

“swear— five fucking minutes, gimme five”

ʚɞ you both stare at each other for a moment, as if you're communicating with just looks, and she lifts herself off of the chair and you pounce back, but she's quicker than you.

you dont know how you find yourself pushed against the mattress, with her hand around your throat. she's not pressing, it's just wrapped around it, and she's angry.

"you fucking..." you look to the side, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. the wall, apparently, has a lot to say. "look at me" she whispers, and forces you to turn your head around and face her. freckles splattered all over her face, you try and concentrate on them but she's chasing your eyes.

ʚɞ she's too quick, it's all too fucking quick and you whine so loud, your back arching off of the bed and she presses you down, shoves her hand inside of your panties and chuckles; "you're a fucking... you're so fucking..." she’s breathless, and famished, because she doesn't even finish that sentence before her lips are on yours, hips jerking forward, as soon as she feels the puddle, or the sea, that's right inside your panties.

"fucking tease"

ʚɞ you swear you’re vibrating on her hand. “pl—ease” you plead, your voice whiney and quiet because all of a sudden, ellie has the upper arm, and you, poor you— can’t tease her anymore. “please what?” she coos. “please ellie…” and she cups your tits, both of them, and squeezes them together so tight it makes you leak down your thigh.

“s’not good enough” she tsk’s, bringing her forehead to meet yours. she merely hovers over your clit, and it’s that friction you were looking for so hard and—

her phone buzzes.

“where the fuck are you?”

“?”

“????”

“hello?”

she places the phone screen in front of you, pinches your chin with her index finger and her thumb, makes sure you actually look, and types;

“i’m fucking your sister, brb”

your breath hitches, and she chuckles, deeply and mockingly, like shes making fun of you.

“should i press send?” she teases.

“no…” you stutter, and yet again, attempt to wear the purest, most angelic and divine expression on your face. “oh… no?” she mocks, plunging a finger inside of you deep, cooing at how you gasp silently, imitating your gasp right back to you.

“nonono” you blabber incoherently, and she’s not even moving her finger, just letting you warm it inside.

“s’too bad…”

and with that, she presses “send.”

a moment passes.

“not funny dude”

oh, he didn’t buy it.

[citrus-writing]

yandere phantom troupe - make you mine

nsfw, warnings for dub-con and non-con

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Thinking about yanderes you can avoid having sex with for a considerable amount of time. the ones who, despite wanting you so badly, have the patience not to force you into anything. Why would they, when you're already so perfect?  

Includes: chrollo, machi, feitan 

Chrollo sees you as so cute and innocent, sweet and shy, almost. And that plays into your favor when he's so cautious in his approach. He’s so patient with you. Because to him you're made of glass, and he won't risk breaking something so precious. A part of him wants you to come to him- Maybe after so long in isolation, you could. But if you don't, he's not too bothered, because of course you can't approach him with something like this- you must be so nervous. But as time drags on, and Stockholm syndrome starts to set in, you find yourself less and less opposed to the idea, and worse still, is that he notices the change in you.  

Machi is too nervous to talk to you, and she nearly punches you in a fit of nerves when you reach out to tug at her sleeve to get her attention- so it's safe to say she can't bear to touch you. When you touch her she feels electric, and it both excites and scares her. If you ever get to the point of wanting to be close with her, inviting her into your space is better than trying to invade hers. Don't hug her, ask her to hold you. Don't try to crawl into her bed, beg her to stay with you in yours. If you want her to touch you, it's best to tell her. It’s not hard to warm up the idea of being intimate with her, but she’s unlikely to notice your change of heart, too afraid to ruin everything she’s built with you. 

Feitan is once again, really messed up about this. Because he wants you, almost more than any of the others, but he can't seem to get close to you. It's almost a blessing that you shake and cry whenever he comes near. The sight makes him almost happy under normal circumstances. Except now; when he's sitting on the edge of your bed, and you're curled up as far away from him as possible. Of course, he's done nothing to make you warm up to him. In fact, being kidnapped by him is worse than you imagined. He's equal parts endeared and repulsed by the sight of you, and touching you is so much worse. He won't force intimacy for a long time, mostly based on his own anxiety at being close to you. 

Thinking about yanderes who try to make you give in to their advances. Yanderes who know they could take you by force, of course, but they’re far more charmed with the idea of wearing you down, making you come to them. 

includes: shizuku, pakunoda, shalnark 

Shizuku is almost pestering you about it- isn't she pretty? Isn't she sexy? Don't you ever wonder? You must be lonely. Wouldn't it be nice? To have someone touch you and love you and take care of you? She’ll say or do anything to try to wear you down, and sometimes you wonder if it’d be better to just let her win. But then you remember she kidnapped you, took you from everything you loved. Still, when she comes around and touches you just so, the temptation is ever present. 

Pakunoda isn't nearly as obvious, in fact, you can almost convince yourself that maybe your misunderstanding, maybe she just craves the closeness of holding you. But something about the offer to come to bed with her is laced with some kind of warning- the point of no return. And she’s been the perfect captor, caring and kind and gentle- you know that this would be the same, that she’d take care of you and that she’d make it good for you- but you cant let yourself give in, no matter what she does to sway you. 

Shalnark is someone who wears you down with time- sure, he could force you, but there's no fun in that. Not when it's you. He wants you to come around, wants you to break under the pressure. Every touch and kind word and every little gift has been leading you here, and you've fallen for it everytime. You've been grateful- and you can't pretend you didn't know the cost. So when he places his hands on your skin and feels you try to pull away, he frowns, because you’ve accepted everything else so willingly. Still, it’s cute to see you try to win this. 

Thinking about yanderes who force you into their bed, afterall, you belong to them. There’s no sense in denying themselves when you're already here, already locked in their home, already trapped with them forever. 

Includes: llumi, hisoka, uvogin 

Illumi goes forever without touching you- you almost believe he doesn't want to. You lull yourself into a sense of security that someone like him is above desire. That was your mistake. And now, pinned down to his bed, you feel like a fool for not having seen it coming. He’s wanted you, and his perceived hesitance was never for your sake; always just him taking things at whatever pace he preferred. And now that he wants more from you, he won't hesitate to take it. 

Hisoka doesn't wait long, to be honest. And with him, you see it coming from a mile away. As soon as he takes you away, locks you up in his home with him, you know that a part of it is this; that he desires you. You’ve known that from the start, and he’s never tried to hide it. It’s pointless to try to fight him on it, and if you give in to him, he makes a point to let you enjoy it. 

Uvogin also doesn't wait long, maybe he wanted to wait- because he’d love for his feelings to be returned, and the idea of you wanting him is enticing, but he lacks the patience and in the end, it doesn't matter. In the end, he’s already got you here and it’s only a matter of time before he has you in his bed. And waiting for you to come around to his advances is such agony. No, he’s decided. It’s better to take what he wants. 

[beiibeiii]

know its for the better

exgirlfriend!arlecchino x fem!reader

sfw, angst, ooc arle?

art credits : celeyunn on Twitter

you really shouldn't of ran away from home. you were feeling miserable from arlecchino breaking up with you. you had accidentally argued with your mother and ran out the house. the rain harshly fell from above. it was cold and late at night. you were drenched in water and you hadn't brought an umbrella.

it had already been 2 weeks since arlecchino broke up with you. you remember that night so vividly. the way her eyes coldly stared you down. "i'm breaking up with you." she said. your heart shattered just at the thought of it again. she walked off without another word or an explanation. you were in tears, left with more questions than answers as you wondered what you did wrong. you had already heard the rumours of arlecchino playing with everyones hearts. you felt stupid at the fact you thought of yourself as an exception.

you wandered around, shivering as you recalled that heartbreaking memory. you walk and walk.. until, eventually, you walk past the park you had your first date in. the place brought back bitter sweet memories. you feel a wave of misery and sadness in you. you missed her. and so, as the rain starts to get even heavier, so did your heart. you were hugging yourself in hopes of keeping warm. your mind could only wonder to the one question - why she broke up with you.. you wanted to know, but you fear that knowing would hurt even more. until something broke you out of your thoughts.

"y/n?"

your breath hitched at your name being called. you knew that familar voice. you were scared to turn around, you felt like bursting into tears, your chest felt so tight. what do you do? you cant face her, you dont have the heart to-

you felt the rain stop. the loud sounds of pitter pattering over you. an umbrella was being held over you..

"you will catch a cold.. let me walk you home."

you felt her behind you. her body warmth behind you felt so familiar. it felt good. you couldn't help but turn around to look up at her. she didn't look any different.. nor did she any worse or any better. she was still the same.. the expression on her face was calm. just like she normally was. her words had a touch of gentleness lingering around them, just like they normally did. what was the meaning behind this? why was she here..

you feel your lips tremble at the feeling of her eyes peering over you. you couldn't make out what were behind those eyes. was it regret or sadness? or maybe even neither.. you lowered your head, you feel your stomach churn as you finally replied with a nod.

you two walked down the streets quietly. not a word said. it was an uncomfortable.. yet an comfortable silence.. you kept your head lowered, holding back the tears welling up in your eyes.

arlecchino's eyes remained on the road, her footsteps measured as she walked. after a few minutes of quietude, she spoke up, her voice soft yet steady. "your mother was worried sick. she was concerned about where you went."

her gaze drifted off to your downcast one. she was hit by a truck of guilt as her eyebrows furrowed slightly. but quickly put her more 'stoic' front back up again. there was a sliver of warmth in her voice, indicating she genuinely cared.

thats right.. your mother doesnt know you two broke up yet. she must of assumed you ran off to her house.. your lips throat felt so tight.

"you have been in contact with her?.." you said quietly, trying holding back your hoarse voice. not wanting her to think that you wasn't taking the breakup easily.

"she messaged me 15 minutes ago." arlecchino remarked, a hint of concern in her voice. "she was worried about where you had went." arlecchino's gaze flicked towards you, and for a moment, her stoic facade disappeared, replaced by a glint of worry. you couldnt answer her, you didn't know how to.

"your shivering.." she pointed out, her voice gentle.

your lips pushed together as you held back the urge to cry. seeing her only made your heart break more than anything. your footsteps and the loud impact of the rain pelting onto the umbrella could be heard. why was she holding the umbrella over you? she had left without another word.. it made you feel so hopeless.. your expression so bitter as you refused to look or reply to her.

after being rejected of your acknowledgment, arlecchino's gaze softened further, her steps slowing down, almost to a crawl. she felt the wave of guilt wash over her, drowning her out. she reached out with a slender hand, gently cupping your cheek, forcing you to look at her.

with an hitch of your breath, your eyes widened slightly. arlecchino remained eye contact with you. her gaze somber, as if she was trying to read you. her sharp nails were dangerously, yet gently sitting on your cheek, reminding you of the pain. her hand was so warm, and so familiar..

"y/n.." Arlecchino uttered faintly, her voice a mere whisper, barely audible above the rain's pitter-patter. her gaze not daring to break away from yours.

"what is the matter?"

you felt your eyes well up in tears, yet your gaze didnt break from hers either.. her eyes were so beautiful, yet they held so much pain to you. you couldnt hold you tears back. with an blink of an eye, your tears fell down your cheek. you pull your head away from her hand, closing your eyes as you lower it. lifting an arm rub your tears away. why did she have to see you like this..

why did she still utter your name so softly..?

arlecchino's eyes widened slightly at the sight of your tears. she reached out yet again, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, her grip firm but gentle. "y/n," she whispered once more. your name rolling off her tongue so easily. a hint of distress was evident in her voice. "please talk to me. what has made you so distraught?"

arlecchino's face became softer. she had always asked questions she knew the answers to..

"Is it something I did?"

you couldnt face or answer her. you felt like going through the ground and never coming back up. she knows why your crying. your tears fell down your cheeks. small held back sobs could only be heard. your sleeves were wet from your tears and the rain. you didn't know what had gotten into you. her words always touched the deepest parts of your heart.

arlecchino seeing how distraught you were, made her heart shatter. she didn’t force you to talk. she understood she had hurt you. she didn't push you any further, her instinct to let you cry it out kicking in.

after a short moment of silence, she softly pulled you into a hug. the umbrella was long forgotten as it had been casted away on the ground. one arm was wrapped around your waist, the other hand cradling the back of your head, gently pushing your head into her shoulder. she whispered gently, "let it all out."

your eyes widened slightly at her sudden action. arlecchino had broke up with you. why does she still embrace you? shouldnt she of gotten tired or hated you to break up with you? you didnt understand. yet her warmth felt so familar. the warm you were yearning for, for so long..

your hands gripped onto her jacket tightly. you cried and wept into her shoulder. her shoulder caught all your tears. she would rub your waist gently and stroke your wet, yet beautiful hair.

despite the both of you being drenched in water, it was warm. muffled sobs could only be heard from you. you couldn't keep yourself together. the despair and confusion only fuelled your urge to cry more.

arlecchino held you close, the downpour outside only increasing in intensity. Her embrace was warm and reassuring, a tender gesture that defied the bitterness of the night.

"i am sorry." she whispered after a while, her tone soft and remorseful.

"i didn't want to make you cry." arlecchino continued to hold you, her fingers gently stroking your hair, offering silent comfort. her body leaning into you more, you could feel her breath from above on your neck..

"w-why..?" you sob in between sobs. your voice broken and hoarse. to know arlecchino was the reason of your pain, she through her heart, feeling worse than being stabbed 10 times over..

you shook your head desperately as you sobbed. your tears, they just kept running and running. your body was shivering and your breath shaky as you held her tightly.

arlecchino's eyes welled up in compassion, her heart aching at the sight of your anguish. her dangerous, yet gentle fingers continued to stroke your hair, trying to soothe your pain.

"i made a mistake," she finally whispered quietly, a deep regret evident in her tone. her eyes narrowing as she looked down at your sorry state. arlecchino hugged you tightly, offering an unexpected apology.

"i'm sorry for hurting you."

her words were genuine. you felt the sorrow gnaw at your heart, eating you alive. her gaze never wandered off of yours. her embrace still tight as her body shielded you from the rain.

"w-why.. did you go.." you whisper out. your voice is shaky, not holding back the pain in your voice anymore. your cheeks were tearstained. your grip tightening on her jacket as you wept your soul out.

there was a short pause. arlecchino choosing her words carefully. "you deserve someone better than me." she murmured softly, her lips just brushing the shell of your ear. arlecchino continued to hold you, her embrace firm and reassuring. her hand gently running through your hair.

"i am too complicated,” she uttered gently. “too selfish."

you felt your heart drop at her words. how could she think of herself like that? you lifted your head back up at her slightly. your teary eyes meeting hers full of guilt. "that isn't true.." you whispered out.

that was all she had wanted to hear. her chest heaved slightly at the sound of your voice, her heart clenching in remorse. she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, her hands coming to rest on either side of your head, cradling your cheeks.

"don't weep," she whispered gently, her touch tender and warm. "you shouldn't cry over someone like me." she kept denying.

you had only ever wanted her, no one else. you couldnt handle this, you just wanted everything to go back to how it was before, the love in your heart still so strong for her.

"but.. i love you." you cried out desperately. arlecchino's face broke into a look of despair. she felt the same pain you did, and the sound of your heartbroken voice tore her apart. she took a deep, shaking breath, her body trembling slightly with a mix of emotion.

"i love you too," she confessed, her voice shaking and her grip on your shoulders tightening. "i love you so much. but I cannot be the person you deserve." her eyebrows furrowed, her lips in an thin line..

you knew you had lost her at that point. you couldnt respond to her. she had given up already.. you just sobbed hardly into her shoulder once more. she allowed her shoulder to soak up your tears. the sound of your sobs caused something inside of her to crack. her grip tightened on you, one hand clutching the back of your neck, the other holding the small of your back, pulling you close against her trembling body. her heart pounded in her chest, and was strained with emotion.

"i still love you y/n .. i truly do." Arlecchino whispered in despair, her words trailing off. the rain poured furiously around you two. her words starting to pour out as if she had been holding them back for a lifetime.

"just know its for the better."

[dreamywriter143]

Precious Tsyeym

Genre : Fluff, Jealously, Misunderstandings, SFW, tiny bit of Angst, Insecure Reader, Suggestions of smut, NSFW (only in the second part, which can be avoided entirely if you’re not comfortable!)

Status: 1/2 ( 2 part one-shot)

Parings : Neteyam X Reader,

Warnings: Insecure Reader, Soft Neteyam, Jealous reader, Simp Neteyam, Talk about virginity, Suggestions of smut (there is NO smut in PT.1, just implications).

Summary: Life couldn't get anymore prefect in Y/n's eyes. Being mated before Eywa, Y/n has been on cloud 9 out of pure happiness. She just cant figure out why her mate, Neteyam, hasn't mated with her yet. And she is on a mission to find out why.

Word count: 5.5k

*Not fully edited. Ignore any mistakes! I’ll fix them soon!!*

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The frown itched onto Y/n’s face deepens as she silently watches from afar. She tried to fuel what she felt into rage, unedited rage that she could use later on. But her feelings only caused her sadness, and heartbreak. Her knuckles turned white with the force she used to hold up the basket with her arms. Filled with fruits she had brought as a refreshment for the younglings in training.

Neteyam, her mate, was amongst them. His smile stretched wide admiring how his students seem to excel under his guidance. All his students looked up to him, the young Prince of the clan promised to be the next Olo'eyktan. They adorned him , looked up to him as if he held all the stars in the sky. Well, some, more than others. There was a female warrior amongst the group, Ma’via.

She had such promise, Y/n was even fond of her accomplishments at such a young age. But now, that name held nothing but distaste on the top of her tongue. Y/n watches how Ma’via presses up against Neteyam, watching every word that leaves his mouth as if it were the direct words from Eywa herself.

“If you keep frowning like that, it’ll become permanent” Kiri pipes up, not bothering to cover the amusement in her tone. She walked up to the girl moments before. At first she was offended that Y/n hadn't even acknowledged her presence, but watching jealousy and envy cross Y/n’s face was something to watch, as a sort of entertainment.

“Sorry, lost in my own world” Y/n admits softly, tearing her stare away from the group. She shuffles in her spot, the basket of fruit proving to be quite heavy.

“Oh? What are you worried over? It can’t be Ma’via, can it?” Kiri inquires, watching how Y/n’s tails trashed against the dirt beneath her with annoyance.

“Y/n, Neteyam loves you. You are mated before Eywa. Someone like her shouldn’t even be your concern. Have you seen yourself?” Kiri argues, rolling her eyes at the lack of threat Y/n was putting her up against. Y/n’s lips twitched at her best friend's encouraging words. It was true, they were mated two moons ago, and life has been great ever since.

Neteyam was the perfect mate, always showering Y/n with affection and love. Gifting her trinkets she’d add to her growing collection even though she already accepted his courting gestures from long ago. The love between them never sizzled, In fact they grew to love one another more. Y/n wouldn’t change any of that happiness for anything in the world. Life was perfect….at least perfect in some sense.

“If that were the case….why hasn't he attempted to mate with me yet?” Y/n whispers, her ears folding against her head. Kiri has to physically do a double take at her friend's words.

“Oh my Eywa Y/n. We are not talking about….s-sex….right????” Kiri stutters, her face growing purple as she realizes how much Y/n was opening up about her personal life. Y/n couldn’t help but feel insecure. Ever since they had mated before Eywa, Neteyam showered her with affection day in and day out.

He left every morning after giving her a kiss and a strong embrace. He would always greet her when coming home with a tighter hug as all his tense muscles would relax to her touch. When they slept together, Neteyam held her as if she was the most precious jewel in the world. Delicate yet irresistible. If Y/n moved to a position that tore her away from his embrace, Neteyam would immediately wake up , groggily pulling her back in.

It was as if he couldn’t go a moment without her touch.

But not once, not once had he attempted to actually mate with her. No matter how much Y/n tried, she couldn’t get him to show any…interest. And she tried, always trying to entice him, doing things to get a reaction out of him.

The first time she tried was when she pulled Neteyam deeper into the kiss, locking her tail onto his thigh in an attempt to keep him close and pressed up against her. Her thighs propping herself over his lap, her hips dancing over him enticingly. Neteyam reacted with a groan of pleasure, but quickly pulled away to excuse himself. Claiming he had to see his father regarding the next hunt, when it was very late into the day. Y/n always asked her more ‘experienced’ friends for suggestions, using the tips she received against her mate.

The other failed attempt was when she wore a more revealing top with a matching loincloth. A project she worked tirelessly to create, decorated with carefully picked twine and beads. She made sure to make it look as appealing as possible .In all honestly it left little room for imagination.

When Neteyam walked into the tent that evening his eyes grew wide as saucers. He stuttered over his words and Y/n was convinced he would finally make the move. But to her surprise Neteyam complained that he needed a much needed shower before dashing off into the sunset.

And thus, the most recent failure was when she was curled up against him. Her back pressed against his toned body, she was able to feel all his muscles that moved along his deep breaths. Y/n wiggled up against him, ensuring her ass was pressed flush against his slowly growing member. Even as Neteyam stirred awake, obviously turned on based on the hardness of his friend. He didn’t move an inch.

He got up, quietly exiting the tent and leaving Y/n alone and bare. Her embarrassment flooded over her as she cursed herself and her soaked loincloth of her own essence.

“Yes, sex Kiri. We’re both adults….Ever since we mated Neteyam hasn't taken me physically. Every time I attempt to start something he swiftly avoids it…what if he’s not attracted to me?” Y/n says softly, looking back at the group.

They seemed to be almost done with training as Neteyam gave everyone individual assignments, praising their strengths and criticizing their weaknesses.

“Are you kidding me? Y/n, as much as I hate to imagine Neteyam’s sex life. I know for a fact, he is attracted to you. He is so attracted to you that while you guys were dating he’d pop a boner at the mere sight of you!” Kiri says exasperated. Y/n bites her lips at the news. She couldn't help but feel flattered at the thought.

“But that’s the point Kiri, that was when we were…young. Now, we’re more mature and many cycles older. What if….what if his attraction for me fizzled out? What if he wants someone young. Someone like her?” Y/n says, her tone quieting down as Neteyam turns her way.

His eyes immediately light up as they land on Y/n. His smile stretched wide reaching his eyes. He quickly bids farewell to the group before turning to head their way. The smile across his face never faltered as he took in the sight of his dearly loved mate.

Y/n’s eyes glance over at Ma’via. Her eyes were already on her, gleaming with envy. Y/n felt herself smirk at the stare, but it didn’t seem to mend whatever conflict swirling itself inside of her muddled with her insecurity. Kiri loudly sighs out beside her, clearly Y/n had been blind to how much Neteyam was infatuated with her. He literally lived and breathed Y/n. He would turn his back on the world for her. Yet, Y/n still had doubts.

“Y/n. Neteyam isn’t one to be unfaithfu-“

“I didn’t say he would be unfaithful-“

“-I know, what I mean is. He wouldn't go looking for anything when he has the entire package with you already….maybe he’s nervous? Maybe he’s….new?” Kiri suggests cringing at the fact her brother's sex life was still the forefront of their conversation. Y/n rolls her eyes at her words. How she wished that were to be true, but she knew Neteyam wasn't a virgin, he wasn't like her. Untouched, yet so touch starved.

“Kiri, after Neteyam and I started dating and began courting one another he told me about his….adventures. How his friends influenced him and his raging hormones to…act out. It’s normal, and I know he is definitely not a virgin. So that begs the question, why hasn't he mated with me yet? What’s to worry about?” Y/n says, sighing loudly.

She hated the thought that someone had already been Neteyam’s first. But it wasn't uncommon for Na’vi to seek pleasure outside of when looking for a mate. Majority of the young adults weren’t virgins. Majority of the Na’vi’s Y/n knew were not virgins, which is why Y/n felt so lonely. Not many Na’vi were like her, never feeling a man.

Y/n couldn't even be jealous over who took Neteyam’s first. The female Na’vi who did end up taking Neteyam’s first was a beautiful and kind girl, she is mated now with a babe on the way.

Y/n had nothing to worry about or to be angry over. At least not until she noticed how Ma’via clinged onto her mate.

“You are overreacting!”

“Who’s overreacting?” Neteyam asks finally within their earshot. Y/n slightly jumps at his voice, forgetting that he was walking towards them. Judging from his face he didn’t hear anything she didn’t want him to hear.

Neteyam strides over to Y/n, taking the basket away from her sore hands with ease. His eyes stare fondly down at his mate who is much shorter than him.

“Kxì Yawne''(Hello Love) Neteyam whispers, gazing down at her lips. They looked so inviting, so warm, Neteyam desperately wanted a kiss. After a long day he couldn't think about anything else but having his mate in his arms. But he was aware his students were still in the clearing. He had to be careful. He was already on thin ice as it was, his students teasing him on how ‘infatuated’ he was with her.

Deciding to go for the safer option Neteyam ducks his head to her height, leaning down to place a delicate kiss on Y/n’s temple causing butterflies to erupt deep in her stomach.

“Ahem?? I'm still here” Kiri is quick to point out, nearly gagging at how Neteyam gazed at Y/n. He totally forgot about Kiri, the moment he was within their space it was as if a magnet directed him to Y/n. His smile never weavering. The stare alone caused Y/n to feel giddy, her toes curling as shivers went down her spine.

“S-sorry, are you done with your training Ma’Neteyam?” Y/n asks, clearing her throat out of embarrassment. Neteyam simply hums in response, watching closely at how her eyes peered up into his. How she licked her lips out of nervousness as he felt his heart warm up at the sight. He could go hours with just watching her, everything about her was simply amazing in his eyes.

“What’s this for?” Neteyam asks softly, looking between them at the basket arrayed with fruits. Y/n gasps, she had forgotten all about the fruit, the main reason why she searched for Neteyam in the first place.

“I brought them for your students. You’ve been training all day. I wanted you to have a refreshing snack” Y/n admits, her eyes watching how Neteyam seems to smile wider, if it were possible.

“Thank you yawne, you take such good care of us” Neteyam praises, pecking her forehead once more before turning back to his squad. He calls for their attention, taking the basket with him. The students holler a quick thanks before reaching Neteyam devouring what they could manage.

“You’re an skxawng, Y/n” Kiri pipes up, once again reminding the girl she was still there.

“W-ha-, How?!” Y/n sputters her eyes turning from the group to her friend. Kiri shrugs her shoulders, rolling her eyes.

“You’re an idiot for not seeing how much Neteyam loves you. Heck, when you’re near him it’s as if all he can see is You. He’s so infatuated with you it’s exhausting!!” Kiri points out. Y/n smiles at her friend's words. If that were true then there is no reason why Neteyam would hold back. Right?

“Ok, thank you for the boost of confidence. I needed that, today….I’ll try again!” Y/n declares, her eyes brimming with determination

“Ew Y/n, don’t tell me about your plans for tonight. He is still my brother, yuck!” Kiri cringes.

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After the training session and the snack break Y/n excused herself to head home. She intended on facing Neteyam regarding the issue that plagued her thoughts, but she had to get ready first. Neteyam was hesitant in letting her go home alone but Y/n had insisted.

She carefully ties her loincloth in place, a new piece that she had worked on. It was beautiful, breathtaking even. It had intricately woven pieces with beads that made it shine beautifully. Granted it was a tad bit….tiny. But that was the point, she needed to look her best to be able to get Neteyam where she wanted him.

Y/n glances at the entrance of the tent, her brows furrowing. He should have been home by now, but he was running late. Y/n silently prays that he was ok, and that it was something simple that took up his time. As she organized the tent, she accidentally caused the quiver holding her arrows to lose its balance and topple on the floor. Splaying out the arrows.

Groaning in annoyance Y/n moves her braided locks behind her ear, bending down to reach for the arrows scattered onto the floor. She was grateful she was alone in the tent, for the position she was in was quite revealing and embarrassing.

“Y/n, sorry I’m la-a-'' Neteyam walks into the tent, his eyes falling on his mate. Bent over in a compromising position. Her body bent forward as her nimble fingers grabbed the arrows that lay before her. Her back arched slightly, as her loincloth had shifted upon the position.

Neteyam sucks in a deep breath, his face turning hot as he catches the tiniest glance of her treasure. He desperately wanted to turn away, but how could he. It looked so tempting and knowing that all that belonged to him and him alone prevented him from moving.

Y/n lets out a surprised gasp standing up and turning around in a flash to the sound of his voice. Her face adorned with her own blush of embarrassment. “N-neteyam! Sorry, what did you say?” She asks breathlessly.

Neteyam’s eyes widened, his body stiff. Y/n feels herself flush, a pang of excitement ringing through her. He was staring at her with longing and desire. Has her plan finally worked out??

“S-sorry. Do you need help?” Neteyam forces out through clenched teeth. He felt his body go ablaze, his eyes taking in what his mate was wearing. A tiny top, and an even tinier loincloth. No wonder he was able to see what he saw on accident. And it didn't help that and every bead on her garment was his favorite color, catching his attention right away.

“No, I’m fine….why don’t you come in? I wanted to speak to you about something” Y/n says softly, her eyes peering up into her mate. Neteyam gulps nervously. She looked so attractive, so alluring. The more he stood there the more he felt his self resolve crumble beneath his feet.

“A-actually, Lo’ak needed me for something-“ Y/n’s smile instantly disappears, a frown taking form. “-I think it was u-urgent. I have to go!” Neteyam hurries out.

Y/n reaches her hand to stop him, and in record time Neteyam had disappeared. Gone into the night to Ewya knows where. Another attempt, failed again. Y/n wipes the angry tears that began to fall down her cheeks. She had enough. She wouldn’t beg any longer.

If Neteyam wanted her, he knew where to find her. Until then she would keep her distance. Y/n bitterly came to that conclusion before turning to change into a more comfortable outfit.

Unbeknownst to her, Neteyam rushed to the nearest river, the one he knew to be cold. He needed a shower, to wash away all the impure thoughts that took over his mind as he covered his groin area.

~~ Neteyam frowns, his eyes trained in his students who had been working hard under his guidance. Their bodies sleek with sweat as Neteyam put them through his rigorous training. The students seemed exhausted but still pushed through.

For the past week their teacher, Neteyam, had been on edge. His smiles didn’t reach his eyes, in fact he didn’t smile often anymore. He was rough with his training, and he didn’t even greet them with his happy going smile. Something had been up, but none of the young warriors had the bravery to ask him.

And something had been up. For the past week Neteyam had noticed a change within his mate. She had been spending more time with her friends, Kiri and Mo’at for her Tsahik training. He barely got to see her other than in the morning when he would get ready to leave and at night when he would come home.

She also didn’t greet him with her usual smile that lit up the world. He felt the light in his life disrepair at that revelation. He tried to approach her regarding her cold behavior but she would brush him off. Opting to busy herself instead of confronting the situation.

Neteyam was miserable. He hasn't been able to kiss her properly let alone hold her. She would always duck his advances, their routinely morning kisses have disappeared. Even when they slept Y/n kept her distance. The only time Neteyam had her within his arms would be when she was in a deep sleep, when he would carefully pull her against him. Inhaling her scent, memorizing it in fear that she would be cold yet again by morning.

“Neteyam?” A voice calls, snapping him from his deep thoughts. He turns to face his student, Ma’via. She stood on her tiptoes, standing closer to him. He didn’t feel comfortable but she was his student. What did he have to worry about?

“Yes?” He asks quietly, still throwing glances at his tried students in training,

“We’re all tired….we’ve been working so hard, I was wondering if we could call it a day?” She asks, her eyelashes fluttering in an attempt to retain his attention. Neteyam barely notices, his eyes trained on his students. He feels a pang of guilt knowing that in a way he was pouring his frustration onto his students.

“Yes, we’ll call it a day for today” he agrees, turning fully to his students announcing the news. The students all collectively let out sighs of relief, sending a quick thanks his way. As they grab their belongings to leave, Netayam also grabs his own bow, slinging it over his chest. He turns to leave only to notice that Ma’via hasn't moved an inch.

“Was there something else?” He asks, taking a step away from her. Ma’via’s eyes light up at his words.

“Actually yes, I was wondering if you could help me with target practice? I’ve aced everything else, but I wanted to perfect my archery skills” she asks, taking a step closer. Neteyam’s shoulders go stiff, his eyes squinting down at her.

“I thought you and the others were tired?”

Ma’via lets out a shrill laugh. Waving her hand dismissively at his claim

“The other warriors were scared to ask for an early leave. I just voiced their concern-“ she takes a small step towards him “-I would very much like to continue, I have great…………….endurance” she whispers.

Neteyam clears his throat. He feels anger fuel within him at his students' obvious attempt to flirt with him. He opens his mouth, ready to put her in her place when someone else pipes up.

“Neteyam would love to” Jake pipes up startling the two. Ma’via quickly bows her head, offering him a gesture at her Olo'eyktan. Neteyam follows through. He may have been his father, but he was the clan's leader. Jake responds with a smile, he made it his personal mission to drop into his son's sessions unannounced. To see how he was training the young ones.

“But F-father, I best get home. Y/n is waiting for me” Neteyam says sternly, hoping that the mention of his mates name would smack some sense into the girl beside him. He was taken, he was mated. He had Y/n.

Jake smiled understandingly, he looked at the girl beside his son who was giving him a pleading look.

“Just for a little bit Neteyam. The poor girl is asking our second best archer for guidance. I’m sure Y/n won’t mind.”

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Boy, did Y/n mind. It had been long after the eclipse. And no sign of Neteyam. Y/n felt her shoulders slouch. She had put this upon herself in a way, acting cold towards him and maintaining distance. She made him feel her anger and sadness, all while not giving him an explanation.

She was racked with guilt but she had to make a statement. She had to be heard. Spending time with her friends only fueled her rage, they went on and on about how they couldn’t keep their hands to one another with their mates. How mating before Eywa just made them that more irresistible to one another. Which only begged the question. Why hasn't Neteyam done anything?

Her throughs get interrupted by a shuffling near the entrance. She already had dinner placed neatly on the mat, ready to be eaten. She turns around seeing Neteyam walk in. His breathing uneven as though he ran against the wind to arrive on time.

“I-I’m sorry I’m late” he says, his ears twitching under Y/n’s stare. He felt much relief after managing to get by with a very quick lesson with Ma’via. Luckily Jake decided to stay for the tiny lesson, which made it hard for the girl to press up against him. Neteyam prayed to Ewya in thanks that his father was present.

Y/n nods, looking away from him. Her back facing him as she fiddles with the bowl in front of her. Neteyam frowns, his sadness bubbling to anger. He spent all day in misery, , he had to push off his students' advances who had to teach individually. He was tense all day, the least he would want is the embrace of his comforting mate.

“Y/n” Neteyam calls his vice stern. He sets his weapon and band down, his eyes still trained on her back.

“Yes?” Y/n asks, her back still facing him. She didn’t want to see his face, or him to see hers. To see how close she was too profusely apologizing to him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, stepping closer to her. He takes notice of how her body tensed at his words.

“What do you mean?” Y/n whispers, feeling the tense atmosphere.

“You know damn well what I mean, what’s wrong? Why have you been acting so…..different?!” Neteyam says, a bit louder than before. He tried not to sound harsh, he just couldn’t hold all the pent up sadness anymore.

Y/n abruptly stands up, trying to face Neteyam. His eyes locked onto her, the way she bit her lips. The way her eyes were slightly glossed over. It dawns on him that she’s been suffering just as much as him. She missed him.

“You don’t know?” Y/n states through clenched teeth. Opting to stare at his chest rather than his eyes. Neteyam huffs in annoyance.

“If I knew, we wouldn’t be in this predicament in the first place!” He stains, as he takes a cautious step forward. Luckily Y/n doesn’t take a step back.

“Yawne, love. Ma’Y/n, please tell me what’s wrong. How can I figure it out, if you ice me out like that? What have I done?” Neteyam whispers, his sadness getting the better of him.

Y/n bites her lips harshly, nearly drawing blood. Her eyes trained to the floor below.

“It’s what you haven’t done Neteyam….do you even love me anymore?” Y/n asks, her voice weaving.

Neteyam’s eyes nearly bulge out their sockets at her words. How in Ewya’s world did she ever think that?

“What?? How could you think that Y/n, I love you. You’re my mate. You are my world! My future! How could you think I don’t love you anymore?!” Neteyam panics, his hands grasping her shoulders.

He felt his heart throb in pain at her words. Had he not been a good mate? Had he not paid attention to her? Not loved her enough? Neteyam’s thoughts kept getting worse as the silence took over.

Y/n peers up at him, her eyes landing on his that were searching her face for answers.

“Then…..why-“ Y/n’s words get caught off when a scent evades her system due to their close proximity. Y/n knew Neteyam’s scent as if it were her own, it smelt of the words, the forest that she loved. She loved his scent, she felt at home when she would inhale his scent like it was a drug to her. But now, the scent that wafted off of him was not his.

Y/n rips her shoulders away from Neteyam’s grasp. Her eyes pinch together as she glares up at her mate. Neteyam takes a step back, concern lacing his eyes.

“You were with her?!?” Y/n nearly screams. Tears free falling down her cheeks. Neteyam feels his heart sink, his hands itching to wipe the tears away. But Y/n maintains the distance, holding up her hand so Neteyam couldn’t get closer.

“W-what?”

“You were with Ma’via!! I can smell her on you Neteyam…” Y/n hisses, her ears pinned back in anger. Her tail swishing behind her uncontrollably. Neteyam felt his mouth hang at her words. Was she jealous?

“Yawne, what-“

“Don’t call me that!!” Y/n snaps, her sobs taking over her form. She shook out of pure anguish.

“Y/n please, calm down.” Neteyam says, taking a step forward. He gently takes her hands into his interlocking fingers. He felt her shake against him making him feel terrible.

“I was with Ma’via. Father came to the session and encouraged me to help her out with her archery. Trust me, father was with me the entire time” Neteyam says softly, taking another step towards her. Y/n’s sobs slowly calm at his words, her tears still falling freely.

“Is that what this is about? About Ma’via? Are you….. jealous? Because baby, I swear I’ll put her under another teacher if I have to. I cannot let her come between us” Neteyam pleads, his eyes solely on Y/n. His mate.

Y/n shakes her head, looking down at the ground. Neteyam noticed the way her ears turned purple under his state. As if we’re out of embarrassment.

“It’s not that just that” Y/n hiccups.

“Hm?”

Neteyam raised an eyebrow. Seeing as she wasn't fighting off his touches anymore he pulled her closer to him, her body pressed against his. Oh how much he missed their body, the heat that felt devine against him. He couldn’t fathom how he managed to survive the past week with little to no physical contact.

“I….Neteyam, you don’t….touch me” Y/n stutters out. Neteyam nearly chokes at her words.

Neteyam clears his throat, his eyes on high alert as if he were in denial as to what came out of her mouth.

“What?” Neteyam reaches up, cupping her cheeks. He tilts her head up, using his thumb to wipe away the tears Y/n had stopped crying, her eyes stare into his filled with conflict.

“We’ve mated a while ago…and you’ve never touched me. You’ve never made the move to…mate with me…it is as if you are not attracted to me.” Y/n admits, the dam that held her deep thoughts breaking.

Neteyam takes a sharp inhale at her words, his palms cup her puffy cheeks. He leans in, his breath fanning against her.

“Y/n, you have know idea how much I love you. How much I’m attracted to you…you--“ Neteyam takes a deep breath, clenching his teeth at the memories of the many occasions he had to take care of his own urges because of her. “-you have no idea how badly I want you” Neteyam gasps out. Y/n eyes widen, she watches shyly at how Neteyam’s eyes are blown wide. His desire for her out on display.

“But I cannot do anything to you. Not yet Sevin..” Neteyam admits, his eyes looked to be in pain at his own words.

“Why?” Y/n whispers. Not fully understanding where he came from. Clearly he was in love, clearly he desired her. What was stopping him?

“As you know, I’m not new to sex-“ Y/n nods, waiting for him to continue.

“-a while ago, I overheard you tell Kiri. That you’re a…Virgin. Untouched…” Neteyam admits. Y/n’s tail goes stiff. Sure she needed to express her status to Neteyam. She just wanted to express it the night they became intimate.

“And, I was afraid. I still am. You are so precious to me, so important. I want to cherish every bit of you, but at the same time I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hurt you. You don’t have any idea what I dream of, what I desire. What I want to…do to you”

Y/n breaths hitches, feeling herself get hot at his words.

With his jaws clenched he takes in another deep breath, calming down his heart rate.

“I want to be careful with you, Y/n. I want to take it easy….you're my precious tsyeym. I must handle you as such. As delicate as treasure. As delicate as a flower” Neteyam says, causing Y/n to smile.

All this time she thought Neteyam wasn't attracted to her, when in reality he was holding himself back because of how much he wanted her. He held back his urges for her, for her safety and comfort. And Y/n couldn’t help but fall more in love.

“Oh Neteyam, you are too kind for your own good” Y/n whimpers out, tears beginning sting yet again. Neteyam smiles, his thumb caressing her cheek.

“Of course Yawne. You are my world. My tsyeym. I will cherish you forever” Y/n leans up, catching his lips against hers. Neteyam accidently lets out a whine upon contact. It had been so long that he’d been deprived of her touch, her kisses. The mere touch of her lips against his sent a pleasurable shiver through his body.

Y/n reaches up, wrapping her arms around his neck. She deepens the kiss by slipping her tongue through his lips as they dance along one another. Neteyam’s arms trail down to her hip, keeping her close. The kiss gets heated, their canines clash against each other as they exchange saliva. The need for air being the only reason they part.

Neteyam lets out a satisfied sigh, as if life had been brought back into him. He leans his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes.

“What if I told you I’m ready. That I want to properly mate with you?” Y/n whispers breathlessly against his lips. Neteyam’s eyes widened momentarily. His words get caught in his throat at what she was implying.

“Are you sure yawne? I don’t want to pressure you” he gasps back, his voice cracking. Y/n chuckles, her eyes crinkling as she smiles wide.

“More than anything. I’ve been trying to get you to notice my advances the past few weeks” she admits, her cheeks flushing purple. All the failed attempts, not knowing how much her mate was holding himself back.

A deep growl rips through Neteyam’s chest as he recalls the events from the last few weeks. It felt like utter hell for him seeing her in such ways, not being able to do anything about it. “Oh, I’ve noticed. You don’t have any idea how hard it was for me” Neteyam groans softly, pulling her flush against him. Holding her tighter.

“Hmm? Care to elaborate?”

Neteyam’s chest rumbles with a deep chuckle, the innocent eyes that stare into his own, throwing him in for a loop. The tightening in his loincloth started to become that more prominent.

“Of course, But I can do you one better.”

“Oh? How’s that?”

Neteyam’s smirk stretches wide. His grip on her tightening. Y/n yelps suddenly as Neteyam unexpectedly hauls her up. Her legs instinctively wrap around his hips so she wouldn't fall.

“How about I show you?”

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A/N: HI everyone!!! Thank you for staying this long for Part One!!! Part Two will be out by the weekend hopefully, it'll be NSFW so if you don't want to read it, that's totally fine!! Also, I know I said that I'd post 'My Dearly Detested' after I'm done this, but I'm so excited that I decided to post the prologue of that mini series today!! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed! Your comment's and likes are greatly appreciated. I love the comments I receive from your guys!!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hugging the HH cast 3/3

This is probably the last part that I'll do for this prompt, unless future seasons expand on lesser characters (ex. Lilith, sera, ect) or introduce new characters WOOOOOO

Rosie

So so sweet with you! She might even initiate hugs more than you do! doesnt mind public affection, though shes more modest with it and doesnt smother you. She does have an image to uphold in town of course! Warm to the touch.. the neck ruffles of her dress might be a little itchy though.. the rest of the dress has a nice fabric feel though so it more than makes up for it! Loves swaying you a little from side to side when holding you 9/10

Lute

Shes cold, both emotionally and physically. Shes also not very cuddly in the context that her body isnt very soft. Shes buff! Add in that she tenses up at most affection, especially in the beginning... rarely initiates, and sometimes her wings fluff up when you hug her- or even just unfurl completely out of surprise.. its.. a little sweet though, 6/10

Velvette

Honestly in a.. partly nonsexual way she seems like the type to rest her hands on her partners ass or hips when they hug. Very warm, and cozy if the clothes shes wearing at the moment are nice and warm.. and soft, too. Veeery comfortable clothing to snuggle into as well, when you guys are hanging out one on one. Does not mind public affection, in fact she loves showing you off to everyone.. 7/10

Carmilla

Very strong! Her hands are large and can easily wrap around you to protect you and comfort you. Shes very warm, too. The material of her spiky skirt might feel a little off though but its not like its glued to her, she can always take it off! Similar to vox she likes to appear professional to outsiders so most affection is kept in your home.. 8/10

Vox

He does not like hugs unless he initiates it or if he anticipates it. Does not like sudden touch, it can leave him looking flustered. Cant have that, he needs to look professional and powerful.. his body is kind of cold, like.. well touch your phone, its not exactly warm now is it? His body also has a bit of a dull buzz.. as long as its behind closed doors he likely wont push you away.. 6/10 because his body feels nice but his clothes probably feel a little uncomfortable against you and he can be a dick to you when theres others around

[jazzyblusnowflake]

In what ways do you believe V would display romance and affection?

V is... a difficult one smh. she hardly even allows anyone to touch her, and the solver had altered her AI beyond the possibility of her being able to relearn a new personality easily- or at least not overnight. Its like a semi-perminant trauma response.

so lets see-

V is prideful, even if she doesnt flaunt it like J, she couldnt bring herself to actually face people when shes doing something kind for them, she usually does it from behind the curtain. she doesnt want anyone to know she has anything soft about her, shes still scared of getting hurt, we have seen this several times during the show where she gets put off by the solver when Uzi uses it.

But when in a relationship she had to deal with the fact that the bond has to go both ways. it was... not easy for her to even admit she liked to be in a relationship in the first place. in fact i doubt if any of them even thought about it at all- before they knew what was happening they were all just an inseperable part of eachothers lives, and try as she might, N and Uzi just knew she cared about them lol.

V learned to open up a bit more. She opts for silence rather than flat out lying to peoples faces now, and when she feels ready to share something the others hear her out.

another thing that V does is trying to participate in things N and Uzi suggest. its really not easy to deal with 2 people who are so emotionally charged- so N and Uzi dont blame her for sitting out of activities but she tries to join them just to have the company, like going out around the desolate human cities looking for random stuff and sharing interests, or cuddling in a fort and doodling stuff- maybe even sometimes dancing or looking for clothes and getups. even though she might not participate in the activity herself, she still likes to be present and that itself shows N and Uzi that she cares.

speaking of clothes, Vs time with Lizzy showed her that a part of her still wishes she had the freedom to live as a normal drone for all the time that was robbed of her. she likes to look pretty and she likes to wear pretty outfits... something that she might have not had the choice on even if she had lived all her life as a normal drone. and showing the other two some of the outfits she choses and prettying herself up for her partners is probably a side of her shes not gonna willingly let anyone else see any time soon. N and Uzi arent complaining :p

Initiating any physical affections is something that she does rarely but sometimes even she craves the attention. Uzi and N feel like a cat had chosen to trust them lmao. She used to start really simple like curling her tail around N or Uzi or their leg or tail- she opted to skip hand holding and just go towards hugs or cuddles whenever she wanted the attention or N and Uzi were idly doing something and she just decides to join. sometimes she would demand neck scratches and rubs or head pats, she usually doesnt let anyone simply touch her so those are a big deal. and well if she goes for more like kisses or anything more intimate, she makes sure that her partners are okay with it and that shes not bothering them or forcing them by doing so.

Sleeping. thats it. V hardly allows herself to rest. the fact that she would let herself sleep around N or Uzi or even cuddle with them shows shes immensely trustful and happy of where she is right now. N and Uzi want to expload cuz its like a cat had fallen asleep on them and now they cant move cuz they dont wanna wake her up TvT

i think thats all i have for nowwww >:3

[moonybug444]

toxic!boyfriend connie who does not care!! even starts shit in front of his lil siblings :((

sunny n martin call you sissy🥹🥹n they call connie bubba!! tw both reader nd connie are lowkey abusive | name-calling | really toxic | reader may or may not be a cheater kinda left it at that.

you’re holding sunny’s tiny hand and adding the finally touches to her hello kitty themed nails, listening to her babble on nd on about this ‘cute boy from school’ n how her ‘hairs getting longer by the day’ n how shes just so excited to go shopping with you again.

you don’t mind though, in fact you love it. you’re glad she can pour her little heart out to you every once in a while when you come over. i mean she needs it, she’s technically always around boys. connie’s always got his friends over, n little martin—if not following connie around everywhere like a little puppy he’s at her hip yapping her ear off abt monster trucks and how he can do 3 pushups in a row now and as proud of him as she is, that’s definitely not what she wants to talk about.

she’s got a sparkle in her eye when you give her a cheery, ‘all done, girlfriend!’ and kiss her button nose.

she really does love you so much. she hates how mean connie can be to you sometimes.

no matter how much you try and hide it, she sees right past you. always giving you love filled hug.

connie’s walking in his little sisters room a beat later, little martin right by his side with his wolf plushy in hand. chubby cheeks dusting pink when he sees you. he’s just too darn cute. connies looking down at you n sunny sitting crisscross apple sauce on her frog shaped carpet with little nail stickers n gems scattered around.

“there you are,” he runs his hand over his tanned face, “been tryna keep ‘er all to yourself huh, sunny?” sunny giggles loud at that, popping up cheerfully n stomping over to connie.

“look what sissy did to my nails bubba!” she waves them in his face, cheeks clubbing up even more when she sees him look down at the nails, going into weird big brother mode.

hes grabbing her under her armpits and twirling her in the hair screaming that now shes ‘of the hello kitty royal family’ shes smiling impossibly wider and laughs along with martin and you.

you love how connie’s siblings excepted you almost immediately. moving from first name basis to the occasional nickname and then the sissy title fairly quick.

love how sunny’s always the first one to greet you when you step in their cozy home dragging you along, trying to spend all her time with you.

love how martin is always so much of a ‘gentleman’ to you—connie says you’re his first crush. you cant help but smile at that. ‘he’s always blabbing about you,’ connie’s mocks his baby brothers high pitch voice. ‘when’s sissy comin over connie, i wanna show her my new toy.’ and ‘m’movin away…gonna live with sissy!’

that should be enough for connie. enough for him to stop the name calling around them and the random arguements. turn on his filter at least a little!! but nope doesn’t matter when or where, when connie springer has something to get off his chest.

he’s gonna get it off n not think twice abt it.

>_<

connies laughing. laughing at you. it’s not genuine at all, he’s just trying to tick you off but it sure is working. you feel your face burning with every cackle that leaves his pink lips. acrylic nails digging into the cute mini skirt you've got on out of embarrassment.

he’s been going at it for some time now. you were upset because in the middle of chilling in the living room on the couch with sunny n martin—ponyo replaying on the tv for the nth time, he snuck up behind you, watching you scroll on depop looking at some new bikinis for a second before swiping it right outta your hand.

thinking it was just connie being silly, you ask for it back with a pretty grin on your face and a faux pout on your shiny plump lips.

but why does he look so mean? whys he chastising you for wanting your phone back? whys he embarrassing you and implying that you're a cheater in-front of his baby siblings?

because connie was bored.

‘why ya want it back so bad?’ he’s taking the hand not holding your phone and rubbing over his shabby overgrown buzz, putting on a huge smile for you before making a show of dropping it meanly. ‘got shit to hide?’

of course you don’t! you’re a lot of things but a cheater is certainty not on of them. and you tell him that.

he doesn’t listen though. pushes you down by the shoulders harshly when you try to reach up for your device and tells you ‘and stay down.’ like your some kinda dog or somethin. that’s the stuff that brings tears to your eyes.

>_<

hes not laughing as much anymore now. just letting out little giggles and trying to catch his breath. “you’re a crybaby. over a fucking joke. seriously are you—”

you keep reminding yourself that sunny n martin are watching. that you’re already a sobbing mess and you don’t need to embarrass yourself further in front of them. but all that goes out the window when hearing connie’s boisterous laugh grow louder.

“s’not about that connie! hic you-you dont fucking respect me…!” it’s true he doesn’t. you can tell he’s not even really listening to you right now, scrolling through the insta messages on your phone.

“not a fuckin cheater huh? what’s up with all the boys in your phone then huh slut?” he’s ducking the marc jacobs bag you throw at him just barely. there’s more tears pooling at your lash line. “don’ call me names you stupid asshole!” you're stomping over to him to do..something! you don't know yet, just know you wanna hurt him.

it takes a while for you to calm. connie has to hold you down after you’ve thrown half the shit in his living room at him n delivered one harsh slap to his face and scratching him up a bit. he’s calling you all sorts of names in the process. ‘slut, dumb-bitch, whore’ names that had sunny covering her little brother’s ears. it doesn’t help.

little martin’s brows are furrowed when his little sister jumps at a loud crash—its connie pushing you into the freshly restocked dishwasher, he looks up at his big sister, a pout on her lips and her little fists clenched and tucked to her sides.

connie tells them not to call anyone bad words. and if they do they’re reserved only for bad people. so martins confused.

“s’wrong sunny, big sissy’s not bad.”

>_<

you’re in connie’s room now, sitting on his bed watching him watch you. you look down.

you’ve calmed down but your still crying. connie’s wiping at your face and cooing at you. you feel your nails tighten in your skirt. he still has your phone—satisfied with the mini insta check he did—he placed it in the band of his boxers for now, he’ll check it better later. right now he needs to pacify his baby.

“s’just n-n-not fair hic connie..you take- hic take mine whenever, but hic m’not even allowed yours..” you’re nervous more than you should be, slowly looking up at his handsome face preparing for the worst. he’s already looking down, pulling you further in his lap. making sure to press a few kisses to your forehead.

“dont you ever do some shit like that in front of my siblings again,” he’s huffs, completely disregarding what you said. you wince when he’s tightening his grip on your hips and snarling at you, getting real close to your face, “all because you wanna be a fucking drama queen, you ruin the whole fucking day.”

you’re mad at him, so mad you cant help but start crying. again. you’re telling him how you didnt ruin the whole day..but your brains tellin you otherwise. theres snot coming down your nose when you tell him sorry and how you’ll never make a fuss about it again.

youre getting up heading to sunny and martin who are sitting in the kitchen, waiting for you n connie to come out the room holding hands like always.

but it’s just you with dried tears and a soft pout on your face. you’re bending down in front of them and they’re immediately pulling you into a calming hug.

>_<

you’re sleeping soundly in connie’s bed, pretty french toes peaking out of the big dark blue comforter draped over you. connie took a shower with you after completing ponyo again with sunny and little martin. you felt sleepy so he took you to his room and kissed you goodnight, promising your phone would be next to you when you woke up.

>_<

connie’s in the kitchen fridge door wide open with nothing but his plaid blue pj pants, drinking some of that good flavored coffee creamer n scratching the toned abs on his tummy, fully expecting everyone to be sound asleep. so he’s confused when he hears tiny feet running up to him followed by painless stomping on his sock clad foot. he looks down. oh, his baby brother.

he’s angry. little fist bunching up around his wolf plushy. trying to look as intimidating as possible.

“connies mean!” hes got tears in his eyes just thinking about it, “made sissy cry, s’not like a gentleman at all,” he puffs out. says ‘gentleman’ like ‘ganndleman’ and connie cannot take him fucking serious.

“alright,” he says it with a huff. lifting his wounded baby brother right off the ground, nd on his hip watching him thrash around. trying his best to hurt connie. “quit it.”

it doesn’t take long for the big boy facade to drop when connie’s rubbing his back and turning on ‘ponyo’ yet again. s’really the only movie he’ll watch. they’re chilling on the couch while martins’ sucking his thumb staring up at connie. connie’s used to his baby brothers weird habits. like staring at him 24/7 and gravitating towards connie every time he’s working out.

plopping his butt down on his brothers back when he sees him get in a push-up position.

“bubba why’d ya call sissy all those mean names,” he’s popping his fingers out his mouth, “said s’only for-for mean people..sissy’s not mean. sissy’s nice.” connie’s ruffling his head.

“s’cuz bubbas’ dumb sometimes.” he’s taking a breath. choosing his words carefully. “y’know i make mistakes too. (name) forgives me though so—”

“papa says that you learn from mistakes—”

“i have learned marty—” connie feels his brows getting pulled up.

“why do ya keep doin em them silly!” martins giggling at his brother. he doesn’t know how it’s possible—making the same mistake not once or twice but more time than he can count and still not catching up.

and connie doesn’t either.

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sandor Clegane x reader

Chapter 2

1- 2- 3

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for the chapter- forced marragie, alcohol consumption, joffrey, mention of dead loved one, mention of consumation, 18+ languge and themes.

The large doors are kicked open by sandor as he walks to your bed placing you down on it before standing and bowing and walking out to leave you to the attention of your hand maidens. Once you hear the door close you curl up and the screams you were holding in let out in sobs and screams of pure pain. 

Your wails are heard as the sounds bounces off the stone walls of your room. “M-my lady.” one maid says holding out a hand to you touching your shoulder but you finch away. 

“L-Leave me!” you sob. 

“But my lady-” “LEAVE!” you yell at them. They curtsie and scurry out of the room. 

“You shouldn't talk to them like that.” you hear a familiar voice as you look over seeing sansa walking to you and sitting on the bed next to you. 

“What am I supposed to do?” you ask 

“I dont know.” she says, shaking her head. 

“Move over.” she says you sniff and listen she lays next to you facing you. Reaching out she moves your hair out of your face. 

“I overheard Joffrey, he said you're too married to the hound tomorrow. At noon. He wants it done as soon as possible.” she says a disgusted look on her face. Your eyes wander her face as she places a hand upon your cheek. 

“At least he didn't have ser merryn bruise your face. We saw what he did to you liliana.” she says you nod. 

“My brother sansa..” you say. 

“And my father out past the gates, his head on a pike, joffrey is no king. He's a demon craving power he's too weak to get. You're my best friend, you're a lady of the same standard as me. I don't know what to do but you can marry sandor.'' She says you scoff and sit up and hold the bed sheet to your body. 

“I was sent here as a peace offering, you were too.” she says. 

“But peace doesn't need to be forced.'' You say moving your hair to one side. 

“No…but it does need to be enforced.” she says. You shake your head. 

“I can't marry a hound.” you say pulling your knees to your chest. 

“Cant or wont.” she says looking up at you. You nod without giving a clear answer. 

“Y/n you're going to be killed if you don't marry him.” she says. 

“I’d die before marrying a man I do not love, marrying a man filled with such violence.” you say looking at her as she sits up to face you. In disbelief she shakes her head. 

“You want your head on a silver platter? You’ll have your head on a spike.” she asks

“Yes.” you respond. 

“Y/n. Your family will have nothing left, my sister is gone, my brothers are on the other side of the country, my father is dead…I only have you and I cannot, no, Will not lose you too, my best friend. Please…don't let me loose you, and marry him, just please do a duty as a lady as the king's subject, worthless daft cunt as he is…” she says making you giggle at how much she enjoys making fun of him behind his back. 

“...but please for me.” she says. You look at her and sigh nodding. 

“Alright.” you say she nods and hugs you you hug her back. 

“Do me one favor?” You ask. 

“Anything.” she answers. 

“Walk me down the aisle.” you say she nods a smile on her face. A smile that's full of sadness. 

“My pleasure.'' She gets up and walks to the door, sending your maids back into your room to help you dress for bed. 

—---

The morning sun hits your face as you sit outside by the window and a pillow on your lap brings your knees to your chest. 

“Her grace is the queen cersei.” one of your maids announces as the doors to your chambers open. You turn seeing cersei walking into the room you get up and curstie to her not worried about the fact you are still in your nightgown. 

“My dear…you're not dressed? You have to give a present in an hour?” she asks. 

“no..I have nothing to wear. I'm not sure my day gowns would suffice as a wedding dress.” you say. Cersei smiles her devious smile. And walks to you taking your hands before turning and noddeding the doors open once more as the seamstress walks in with a dress on the form.

“I had this made for my wedding, however I came to be with my child before I was able to wear it. So it's my gift to you to wear this time.” she says leading you to it. 

“It's beautiful.” you answer. 

“Yes and I had it tailored to your number so it will fit perfectly…” she says and trails off as you take the sleeve in hand. 

She walks over to the bed and takes a seat. You turn to look at her as she sighs looking up at you. 

“Do you know the action of a man and a woman in bed my dear? What is to be expected of you on your wedding night?” she asks me to pat the spot on the bed next to her so you'll sit. You walk over and take the place next to her. 

“My mother wanted to tell me but my aunt never let her explain.” you reply. 

“Well you must consummate the marriage with intercourse it's a scary experience. You are there to pleasure the man, do you understand? You shall abstain from any struggle and do everything he wishes you to do. Do you understand?” she says. 

“Y-yes your grace.” you say now fearful of what the hound is willing to do to you. 

“I'm so sorry my dear have I frightened you?” she asks. You open your mouth to speak but she cuts you off. 

“No matter, I'm sure Sandor clegane will make a fine husband. And you shall have many fine babes.” she says before once again standing and putting her hands together in a clap, the noise making you jump.

“Now! Try it on shall we.” she says you stand and nod. 

—----

Almost as if you’d blacked out and had not remembered the rest of the time spent getting ready for picking at your nails waiting for the door of the large keep to open. You can hear voices murmuring behind the large black wood doors. 

“y/n.” Sansa speaks, causing you to jump. 

“I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you.” she says taking your hand. You shake your head, eyes glued forwards on the door. Your mind races with the things cersei was babbling about earlier about the consummate marriage and who has to watch.

“Y/n?” Sansa brings you back to reality although not far from your head. 

“Did you hear me? I said you look beautiful.” she says you give her a worried smile,but she wasn't wrong. You wear a white and gold embellished dress with sleeves and a trail in the back. Your veil falling far past the dress you hair down your back pulled out of your face. 

You hear the music and the muffled voices of chatter die down as everyone has taken their seat. You hear footsteps towards you and Sansa both turn their heads seeing joffrey. He stands neck to you and smiles smugly. 

“What are you doing?” you ask

“Your fathers not here and your brother is gone and as a high born son so as next to lead and father of the realm it's my duty to give you away to your husband,” he says. 

“I apologize for your grace because I asked your lady, Sansa, to give me away.” you say. 

“Yes…but she will not.” he says, taking your arm in his as the doors open. You give Sansa a look. She shakes your head in regret. You look forward to your heart dropping seeing so many people from highborns to servants. Down the aisle you look up seeing the priest Joffrey has picked and sandor who is in all black armor with a gold and white cape seemingly made for him just for today as there's no dents or nicks and it shines with the sunlight that peers in through the stained glass window.

Walking down the aisle your legs feel jello and your heart races so fast and hard you can hear it in your ears. Moving closer and closer to your soon to be husband. Joffrey walks you up the stairs to the altar setting you in place but not before leaning into your ear to speak to you and you alone. 

“Be a good bitch for my dog will you?” He gives you a smile and walks back down the stairs to watch with everyone else. You glance at the entrance wanting nothing more than to run knowing that if you do the only option after would be death. Refraining from the thoughts the priest speaks. 

“Please cloak the bride and bring her under your protection.” 

The other garment sandor holds is set out as he lifts it over you and places it around your shoulders. You look up at him for what is supposed to be a brief moment but your eyes keep their hold on his face. His usual resting bitch face is prominent but the hint of something you can quite make out.

“Your grace, your grace, my lords and ladies. We stand here in the light of God to witness the binding of these two souls. From house clegane symbol of three dogs on a golden banner, a loyal servant of the crown, And house vixen symbol of a fox on a red banner. May they be one in body, mind, heart and soul. Forever.” he says. You continue to look up at the hound only looking over when the priest takes a hold of  the bible and holds it out to you both. 

“You may place your hand on each other and join fingers” he says as you glance at Sansa who now stands next to Joffrey who gives a reassuring nod. Both you and the hound turn to face the priest as he holds his hand out. You place yours on top of his and intertwine your fingers, his hand so much bigger than yours. The priest wraps a red cloth around your hands. 

“In the sight of the king, the queen, god and man, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one. For eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.” he finishes step back a step. You turn to the hound as he does you. You look up at him once again he looks down to you trying desperately to avoid eye contact but the way you look at him doesn't allow that. You both speak in tandem. 

“Father, smith, warrior, mother maiden, crone stranger.” 

“I am his and he is mine.” “I am hers and she is mine.” 

“From this day until the end of my days.” you both end. 

“I pronounce you husband and wife of house clegane.'' The priest continues to take a slight intake of breath as the hound leans down to you close your eyes feeling the scruff of his bread cooled with the surprisingly softness of his lips against yours. You relax as you somehow melt into him only for him to pull away as everyone claps and cheers. 

—------

You sit at the head of the table, your hands in your lap picking at your nails, the stories Cersei wouldn't shut up about running through your mind about what the night is set to hold. The fear bubbling up in your throat. 

“Stop that.” Sandor speaks, making you jump. 

“You’ll ruin your nails, and you’ll bleed. I don't think you want blood all over your dress.” he says. 

“You don't seem very much concerned with yours.” you say 

“I don't need to be im not a princess.” he says scoffing at you before chugging his wine. 

“No you're not…but you just married so that makes you a prince.” you say. He sets his cup down harder than normal and reaches for the stronger alcohol. 

“Fuck me.” he cursses and pour it into his cup before taking a swing of it. This amuses you slightly and you let out a small laugh. 

“Something funny?” he gruffly asks. 

“The thought of you with a crown on your head all shiny, just like you are now but all the time.” you say. 

“Want me to be like your brother? If I was like him right now I'd be dead.” he says seriously. Your smile immediately fades. As you feel tears prick at your eyes. 

“Congratulations.” you look to your front seeing more people coming up to you and bowing you nod faking a smile. A glass clinks getting everyone's attention as the music and talking subsides. 

Cersi stands as she's going to speak. 

“I want to wish the newly weds good fortune and prosperity, for many children to come, and happiness to ensure” she says 

“HEAR HEAR!” Everyone chatters as they cheer mugs together and drink and continue eating. 

The rest of the evening is spent in quiet between you and sandor although he wanders off for a few minutes with the other kingsguard member speaking with jaime and joffrey before wandering back to you as your ladies in waiting lead you both to your new chambers.

Walking into the large room it has a huge bed made from oak wood which has been dyed black draped with red and black curtains covering in a soft comforter and pillows on each side a small table, a stone and steel plated fireplace with a fire blazing. A large sitting chair table next to it also formed from the black oak, in the corner is a golden tub and a desk with a mirror and a dressing screen. The large black dresser trunk and drawers. 

You look around entering the space as sandor follows behind you and you hear the doors shut. Your hand runs along the fabric of the bed, your mind wandering to the horrible things he’ll force upon you. 

You move your hair to one side as you take a hold of the strap along the back of your dress pulling at it loosening the fabric. Your hands are shaking slightly. 

“What are you doing?” Sanders' voice barrels at you. 

“U-undressing for you.” You say. He lets out a scoff. Pulling your hands away. 

“Don't bother.” He says gruffly as he passes you walking to the table with a jug of wine pouring some into a glass before chugging it and wiping his mouth. He looks at you now standing confused waiting for his command.

“What? Did you think I would bend you over this table and fuck the life out of you?” He says you look down embarrassed and unsure of how to answer.

“How ever you see fit to consummate… you may.” You say. He scoffs again. 

“Im not going to fuck you little fox, not now, not ever, I didn’t want to marry you, let alone marry anyone. The only thing I care about is blood and ale. If you want someone to deflower you it won't be me!” He barks. 

Before taking the jug of wine and heading for the door. 

“Wait.” You say he stops, turning to you. 

“What?” He ask 

“You’re not sleeping in here?” You ask. 

“Just because I'm your husband doesn't mean I take naps with you. I'm still the king's guard. I've got a job to do.” He replies and continues to head for the door before you stop him once again.

“Sandor.” You say he groans before turning around seeing you holding out his cape he took off to cover you yesterday. 

“I believe you might want this back.” You say. He takes a few short steps to you before taking it from your hands and slumping it over his shoulder,

“Don't call me that.” He speaks before finally, turning and walking out. Your ladies in waiting come to you after the door closes and help you undress from the uncomfortable garment and into your night wear for sleep

[f10werfae]

Baby Name List

pairing: Cowboy!Chris x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Chris finds out about Y/n’s baby name list, and wants to put some of them to good use ASAP (girlboss!reader) (emotional Chris)

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“Don’t you jus’ look fuckin’ adorable pumpkin” Chris swooned bringing his two hands to his mouth and letting out a loud whistle, tossing his hard hat, with it skilfully landing on its holder. His hands came to settle on his belt buckle, his boots clanking against the wooden floor as he approached his girlfriend, who was in nothing but one of his red plaid shirts. “Well aren’t you home early honey” She smirked, her lips red with her usual lipstick.

“Cant stay away from my sweet pie from too long, ya know me” He chuckled settling onto the leather couch beside her, his arm settling around her shoulder and landing right atop her breast, with it barely covered by the clean fabric. “How was the ranch today bubby, wasn’t too hard on ya was it?” She giggled looking up at him, kissing up his neck as she felt his hand bounce her tit in his hand and squeezing it lightly.

Chris just shook his head, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his overgrown beard just rubbing against her skin roughly just how she liked it. “Jus got a new shipment in from North Dakota-“

“DAKOTA- right hold on big man, gotta put that name on the list” She squealed wiggling in her seat, tucking herself closer into her man’s chest, “What list baby? a vacation list? Cause let me tell you what’s in North Dakota-“

“Not a vacation list bubby, look, it’s a baby name list” She smiled clearly proud of herself, tilting the screen to show him the array of names listed on her phone, each section divided into each gender and what ones were her top 10. To her this was normal behaviour, she always wanted to be a mother and she knew damn well that her own Cowboy Chris would be the one to fulfil that.

“A-a baby name list sugar?” He asked shocked, his breath catching in his throat as his arms tugged themselves tighter around the woman in his arms, a sense of warmth and relief erupting in his heart. “Mhm, and nope it’s not up for debate cowboy, cause I know damn well you’d name her daisy or something- Wait Daisy isn’t a bad name actually” She rambled vigorously typing on her phone once again,

“You’re doin this, for our babies? Like together?” He said softly stopping her hands, causing her eyes to furrow and look up at him, “Well course, i’m hardly planning to get impregnated by another man, don’t ya want kids with me?” She snarked turning to look at him, only to laugh when she found him dazed and dreamily looking at her.

Chris’ body shuddered and grew angry at the thought of some other bastard claiming his woman, but that feeling quickly faded away by his new revelation. She wanted babies with him. “Careful honey ya might start droolin” She smacked his face lightly, before leaning in and pressing her red lips against his pink ones, pulling away to see his cheeks flushed and his hands bringing her in for another hot smooch.

“Fuck yeah I want kids with you angel, want kids with you so bad, want the white house and the picket fence n’ all that horseshit. Jus’ didn’t realise ya wanted it with me too” He breathed out, his hand mindlessly still rubbing all over her naked torso, finding itself rubbing over her stomach which he now realised would house their future. “You can be so stupid some times” Y/n laughed kissing up his neck, her hands directing his back to her breast; she always loved him just touching her body at any point, it didn’t matter what he was doing.

In fact it was quite normal to see the usual stoic Cowboy giving his long-term girlfriend foot-rubs, kisses everywhere and hugs every single second, not exaggerating. “But we can’t name her Daisy, we named the new calf that a few days ago, can’t have my babygirl twinnin with a calf” Chris grinned picking up her phone, looking at the names himself, laughing to himself every time he’d see a Disney reference.

“Well if ya would hurry up we’d have probably used about 20 of the names already bub” She pouted snatching her phone back, “That a promise?” He raised his brow looking at her, a smirk on his face as he looked down to see her exposed pussy starting to glisten with her wetness; “I say we start with the names, Myla and Mason” He whispered looking at her eyes which we now wide accompanied by a giddy smile on her smudged red lips. “Give me twins then, cowboy” She taunted tugging on his chin to bring his lips to hers, her hand guiding his to her clenching hole, starting their own rodeo of madness.

“Pumpkin ya really want this with me don’t ya? Already dreamin of bringin the tiny things to the ranch n’ teachin’ them howta ride a horse” He chuckled into her neck, his fingers continuing their assault on her bud as she uncontrollably bucked her hips up to meet his fingers. “W-want it so bad Bub, need it” She sighed out feeling his fingers enter her snug hole, the zipper on his washed out jeans being pulled down as she noticed how much they had strained against the bulge of his shaft.

“Do- Do you want this with me Chris? Tell me now, before we bring a life into this” She said meeting his eyes, her lip between her teeth trying to hold back a moan; as much as she wanted a baby so desperately, she needed to know her baby would receive love from both its momma and daddy.

“I don’t know what else I could want more pumpkin” He smiled kissing the corner of her lips, his body stiffening once she released his cock from his underwear, its red bulb shining against the light. Her thumb ran over his slit before her hands wrapped themselves around his cock, fisting it slowly and passionately; their lips still locked lovingly. “I’m not knockin’ you up on the couch baby, no way in hell, we doin’ this the proper way” Hesitatingly he pulled his lips away from hers, his lips tingling and already aching to be back on hers; in seconds he had picked her up by her thighs, giggles leaving her as she held on by his biceps.

He held her close on the bed, letting her straddle his lap whilst she cuddled into him, their bodies connected as one; his lips attached to her neck leaving behind bites of passion and ecstasy. “G’damn I love you so much baby, I-i’m not gonna last much longer honey” He breathed out against her neck, his hands splayed on her back to keep her against him at all times, their bodies providing each other heat.

“M-me too bubby, m’so close, can feel it right here to here” She whimpered pointing from her heart right to her wet centre, her lips crashing onto his swollen ones, their tongues meeting causing both their chins to become wet with each other’s saliva; a usual occurrence in this household. “I-I’m close, cum with me bubby , please” She gasped out holding onto his shoulders as she bounced faster on his cock, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.

“Don’t worry pumpkin, m’right here, on three alright? 1, 2 ,3-“

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“If you’re not pregnant by now, then that is a miracle in itself” Chris sighed moving some of her hair to behind her shoulder, her smile sweet and lazy as she just looked up at him as if he was some sort of treat. “I love you bubba, too much even” She whispered tracing a finger down his nose before booping the tip of it, giggling when he bit onto it playfully and wouldn’t let it go.

“You have my whole heart, but I still don’t think it’s enough” He whispered back nuzzling their noses together, his arms still enclosing their bodies together, her pussy clenching around his softened shaft every so often.

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[d10nsaint]

DAPHINE

secretive plotter, kim dokja, yoo junghyuk, yoo sangah x gn!reader [separate]

another request from @rouecentric 😦⁉���🤯 so surprised rn. Anyways i love od but he’s not here because i don't wanna make them all have a romantic setting then have od be the only platonic one bcs he’s like 12.also tagging @elychee bcs they're AMAZING and wrote abt the lcf trio with a plus sized reader and you should really check it out [wink wink] i really tried to make this gn pls tell if it isn't THIS IS ALSO JUST ME SAYING NONSENSE BTW IT MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE

ʚɞ Kim Dokja;

DOKJA is just happy he has a lover.

Really.

He also loves hugging you after a warm day—you’re just so soft and sweet to him (like anybody would be. hes so

He loves touching you. Hes just such a sucker for affection because he had none when he was younger, and he'd be elated to have someone who could handle his touch and affirm him throughout the day that its okay and they dont mind.

When it comes to your body,he really likes your chest.He lays on it when you both are lying down on the couch or even in bed. But once, one thing led to another on the couch and his head ended up on your thighs. he was literally shaking. His mind was going a million miles per hour and his face went beet red, and it was to the point where you had to make sure he was okay.

ʚɞ Yoo Sangah;

SANGAH is so naturally sweet and was raised in a way that everyone is the same—and thats how she sees people! Of course, not until she finds an s/o whos plus sized. She finally realizes the beauty of plus sized bodies !!

after a long day of work getting harassed, she just wants to go home and settle down in her lovers arms with a book and some detox tea !!

once, she was laying atop you reading a book with your back against the armrest of the couch and her back against yours, and then she realized something—you were very soft. Well, to her, atleast. Ever since, you’ve always been the big spoon!!

Shes never really had impure thoughts about you or your body….in fact, you’d have to bring stuff like that up to her in a conversation because of how little she thinks of it, so i cant really do the thigh thing

ʚɞ Yoo Junghyuk/Joonhyuk;

JUNGHYUK would just be happy that you’d survive a situation where he can't get you both food. ( Idk why i wrote that,i can't go 5 hours without getting hungry)

He’d usually carry you around as a form of training—and never admit it. He also does it just to be able to hold you, but whatever.

He'd be very fond of you (in his head) and try to be very subtle with it-he'd throw you a high grade item and say,'here,you're weak' and if you call him out, he'd glare at you and do nothing else.

By the time that you both are dating, he'd have opened up and really cherished you,hoping to make you happy and give you a life like him of the past would have.

If theres a point where youre dating and not fighting for your lives, he'd love to [secretly] just hold you in his arms and cherish you. It doesnt matter if he's standing up or laying down.He's just so happy to have you in his empty regressor life.

ʚɞ Secretive Plotter;

PLOTTER really doesnt care about body types, even when they come to his s/o UNLESS its very unhealthy.

As i’d suppose that you and plotter would be in a nice,loving and healthy relationship, he’s seen your body—no matter how insecure you are. He loves you no matter what, and nobody should ever dare to talk bad about your body and your habits or else he’d (as I said in a previous post) reign hell upon that person.

Putting the reassurance aside, hes very glad to have a thicker/ plus sized partner, due to how much his body is developed. He wouldnt have to see you as a doll and try to hold back his natural strength with all his might (i mean he still has to hold back) but its better than nothing!

he LOVES to put his hand on your thighs. He can't go a DAY without putting his hands on them, if its meant to be a reassuring caress or a more intimate touch. Male? Female? Something in between? He doesn’t care.

[juliaynes]

Ever thought about writing a Julia vs Wayne finale and how it would play out + their own respective endings?

YES!! a friend on discord mentioned it and my brain went brrrr and i drew this!!

for the juliayne finale i took alot of inspiration from world tour!! specifically the fact that i think they’re VERRRY implied before the final episode, but they don’t let that get in the way of competing. they’re rough on eachother and aren’t afraid to crush the other :) very heather and alejandro esq.

just because i don’t know what the challenge is exactly, i’ll just do what happens when each character wins.

wayne:

when wayne wins, he’s immediately celebrating with raj and bowie. the 3 of them are jumping and cheering, but julia is nowhere to be seen. while she wants to congratulate him, she cant believe she just lost a million again. she’s super upset. but upon seeing wayne so happy, she decides to walk up to him alone and tell him that she’s happy he won. he immediately hugs her and lifts her up, telling her he’ll buy her something really nice. she yells at him to put her down, but starts laughing as she realizes that this is, in fact, very cute of him to do. he puts her down though, but they maintain eye contact for a little too long. wayne leans in and kisses her, and julia reciprocates. he just scored a million AND julia.

julia:

when julia wins, she’s celebrating by herself for the most part. that is until wayne approaches her and says she played her game really well. he shakes her hand (like the sportsman he is) but he pulls her in for a hug as soon as their hands touch. they hold their hug, but julia pulls away to plant a kiss on wayne’s lips. bowies makes some fake gag noises, but ultimately congratulates julia as well. she proceeds to order a few luxury items that will surely make her very happy.

[lilibrownlabonita]

hi! can u do xavier and reader being enemies and them and their friends go on like a hotel for winter break, and they have to share a room and theres pillows as a barrier so that they cant fight but xavier cant sleep without hugging something so he hugs reader and they just cuddle and its all fluffy and cute

Sorry for the delay, anyway, I've seen many fics like that already written and completed a long time, I hope you like it.

You couldn't stand him, Xavier always walked around with his sketchbook and made spiders come out of it just to scare you, sometimes they were caterpillars or other venomous bugs.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of such a small bug, y/n."

"I'm not afraid, I'm disgusted, and I'm also disgusted by you."

"Too bad, I don't know if you know, but during the vacations, you and I are going to have to stay in the same room."

"You liar."

It wasn't a lie, according to the principal, you and Xavier needed to get to know each other better because she couldn't stand the fighting between you anymore. No matter what you said, she wouldn't change her mind, Xavier was to blame for that, he always tried to show that he was better than you at art, from the first time you mentioned that you could paint and would like to paint your own mural.

You still remember what he said.

"No need, I have been painting the school murals since I arrived, maybe you can help me in the end, I think you will like my work."

Since that day, he just talked about how he could paint and draw, showed you drawings and said he could teach you, ignoring the fact that you could also paint and draw. Slowly you drifted apart, at some point in this, you and Xavier became enemies, one competing with the other.

The winter vacations had arrived, luckily you got a seat away from Xavier on the bus, by the time you arrived at the hotel, it was evening, everyone had to leave for their own reserved rooms, including you and Xavier.

"Let's split the bed in two, that way we won't have to touch or fight over space in the bed."

"Fine by me."

You reached for all the available pillows and positioned them in the middle of the bed, half an hour later when the lights went out and you both lay in bed, Xavier put his arm around your waist, too sleepy and too tired to stop, you just kept sleeping.

As time passed, Xavier felt more comfortable to hold you, his leg was now around you too, he hugged you tighter and his face was against your neck, his breathing was tickling, but you didn't know how to wake him up, Xavier was beautiful in his sleep.

"Are you admiring me in my sleep?"

"Don't be an idiot, I was just waiting for you to wake up."

"I think you liked my hugs."

"Xavier, I hate you."

"Then why did you let me hug you?"

It was a good question, you hated him, didn't you, he underestimated you several times, there's no way you could like him.

"You didn't answer my question? It's okay, I'm sorry for hugging you, it won't happen again.

"Why did you hug me?

"You smell good, don't laugh me, I like to hug something while I sleep."

The smile on his face was struggling to get out now.

"I told you not to laugh at me, now I'm going to have to punish you."

Xavier placed himself on top of you, started to tickle your entire body without caring about your pleading or loud laughter.

"Stop, Xavier, please."

"Not until you apologize for laughing at me."

"Sorry, I just thought it was funny that you said you like to hug someone in your sleep, in fact the funniest thing is that you hugged me, I thought you hated me."

"Y/n, I could never hate you, I wanted to impress you from the first time I saw you."

"Is that why you acted like an idiot, and ignored that I could also paint like you?"

"Yes, I just wanted to show you what I could do and ended up belittling you, and I'm sorry for scaring you with those critters."

"That's okay, you make it up to me with more hugs."

"I'll hug you my whole life if you want me to."

The rest of the day you and Xavier stayed in bed, just kissing each other lying in bed, hugging to make up for lost time.

[moondeer1616]

Spoilers for TADC episode 3!!

My thoughts:

Oh my god I loved the new episode 😭😭😭

The parts that stuck out to me the most was Kinger saying "In this world, the worst thing you can do is make someone think they're not wanted or loved." And then later on when the adventure is over and Pomni walks over to Ragatha and let's her know that's she's grateful for Ragatha being there for her 😢😢😢😢😭😭😭😭😭 my heart is in shambles.. I wish I was Ragatha here 😭😭😭😭

And then the stuff about Zoobles therapy session and Kinger loosing Queenie iagqjeidhdbsjj 😭😭😭

As for the stuff with Kinger and Queenie, it's just so sad 😭😭😭 the part where she was calm for a moment when she abstracted and felt Kingers touch 😭😭😭😭 the way Kinger is lured into the mouth of the creature because it reminds him of Queenie and says "You look beautiful honey.." 😭😭😭😭 No wonder he went insane, I can only imagine the pain of losing the person that was closest to you in a digital hell you can't escape 😭, I also find it interesting that his "room" is just his pillow fortress in the main circus area instead of his (and or Queenie's) actual rooms.

It's so depressing that Zooble doesn't like themselves and has different parts solely for the purpose of trying to find the right parts to finally feel comfortable in their own skin and love themselves 😭 and then the fact that they don't open up because caine forgets what they say about it and it makes them feel like nobody listens or cares about what's they're going through uagqidjshsbshgshs zoobles just like me fr, I wish I could give them a hug and tell them that they're perfect just the way they are. I wonder if zoobles feelings about themselves changed when they came to the circus, or if that's something they've always felt, even when they were human and it's part of their memory.

I'm really curious about what memories specifically they remember. Do they remember their childhoods? Their traumas? The people they knew in the real world? The only thing that we know for a fact that they CANT remember is their names so I'm not sure, I guess we'll have to see as the story progresses

And then the other stuff like gangle drawing, all of them having different effects when holding their breath, caine making the circus glitch while questioning his existence 😭, the cute ghost and Martha Mildenhall, ragatha and gangle just having a tea party of her while talking about how men are while jax is tied up LMAO

It's amazing 😭😭 I can't wait for all the fanart, including the ones I'll make hehehe

[slashingdisneypasta]

NSFW (18+ ONLY) DMD!Scarecrow thought/imagine/smutshot under the cut.

warnings; rutting, Glinda brings you back to oz under really fake pretences, public/outdoors sex, afab reader, monster fucking, etc.

Right. Actually. Imagine the DMD!Scarecrow taking you in the cornfield he used to live in. Imagine you came here a few years ago and met the Scarecrow by chance, just like Dorothy and Tip did. Except it wasn't just friendship, between the two of you. You said it was, and he said it was, because you had to leave- but it wasn't.

You're back now, because Glinda sent you a message; help. Your Scare needed help (Thats what she told you), so you had to come. Nothing in the world could stop you from coming to help him.

But when you come... everything seems fine, initially. Glinda takes you to the court, and you see everything seems Good. There's a ball being thrown and Dorothy's in charge now, which from you've heard about her from your dear Scare- can only mean good things, for Oz. You see the Tin Woodman, the Lion, Glinda... even a glimpse of Ozma, wandering dreamily through the party. When you see Scare, and he sees you, he seems happy! He races across the room and gathers you up against him in a tight, familiar hug; overjoyed to see you. When you ask what's wrong, saying that Glinda told you he needed you, he said... he said... well you don't remember what he said. There was so much he had to tell you in those first few moments, catching you up on what had happened since you were gone... by the time he let you respond, again, you'd forgotten your initial worry. He seemed fine! Normal. A little clingy, but that was to be expected after all this time! ^^ To be totally fair, you wanted him as close as possible, too!

When he suggest you two go off on your own, you don't think twice before agreeing. Glinda sees the both of you off with a saccharine smile. Have fun, my dear Scare. And Y/N- its lovely to have you back.

~

It starts off with kissing. Just kissing, and holding hands as you stroll down the pathway by the old corn fields. He kisses you once, and you're caught off guard- you thought you two didn't Do This. You thought it was unspoken agreement that the two of you were Friends, because you always had to leave. You would always have to leave. But he stops you both and kisses you again outsde the entrance to the cornfields, and you cant bring yourself to stop it. He's warm, and comforting, and you love him. You dreamed about him while you were home,... in fact... you dreamed of This.

Soon enough he has you on your back, in the dirt, amongst the tall stalks of corn with his gloved hands tucked under your knees; parting them so he can be between them. His tongue, which is made of stuffed felt, is an odd sensation in your mouth. An odd weight against your own tongue. Its not a perfect kiss, but you like it because its Him. You're feeling overwhelmingly warm all over, but mostly- down-... When suddenly your trousers are tugged down, discarded, lost in the stalks of corn. "Get rid of those." Scare mutters, an unfamiliarly dark tone in his voice.

You're confused, but his kisses distract you as he slowly starts to rub against you; the thickly stuffed area between his legs dragging across the area between your legs, and- it feels good. While he does this, grinding himself against you, you lay your head back in the dirt and close your eyes. The kissing has stopped. He can only hold your legs open and rut against you; smirk and watch you be a dirty little toy for him. The soft fabric of his trousers soon become wet with your arousal and he knows what Glinda told him about you, was true. You did want him. You did dream about him while you were away, about him taking you and using you. He wondered if you ever laid in your little bed back home and touched yourself thinking about him- he'd want to know all about that, later.

Because their would be a later. You were staying, this time. It had been decided. Between him and Glinda, it had been undisputed. She was too busy to always attend to his needs-- and he missed you. You. That much was clear. Glinda herself, while she was an attractive woman (That wasn't a question), but... she could not compete with you.

When Glinda told him she was bringing you back, he was ecstatic- he hadn't been so excited about something in a long time. Not since Glinda brought Dorothy back and he was allowed to do whatever he wanted. Perform any experiments he thought of. He loves his work, he does, but thats not all he loves. Even the smartest man in Oz needed a work-life balance... so when she told him you were coming back, he made sure to stuff himself special. Extra in that area between his legs that Nick told him about many years ago; that area that Glinda seemed fixated on when they were alone.

And you seemed happy with it, he noticed with a vulgar, wicked smirk across his stitched lips. How easy,.. he thought. It was so easy to get you here, and to fuck you.

Thankfully the Scarecrow does not tire, as he is not a man or living creature of any sort, so he's able to continue dragging his sticky, slick crease all over your little cunt for far longer then the average man. You cum 4 times, held still by his misleadingly strong hands on your legs, before he stops. He could've gone for longer, but he had an idea.

"Sc- Scare,", you huff, out of breath. Pitiful... Adorable, too, though.

"Don't worry, we're not done." "I'm just tired of doing all the work, here. You made me wait all this time... Pitch in. "

Fuck-Dumb, brains slowly screwed right out of your head, you nod (His completely) and follow him as he lays down in the corn and raises a thin brow at you. Well??...

Carefully, you crawl over him; shuddering when the slimy, sticky feeling of your own slick all over his trousers touches you again as you sit down. Slowly you begin to move your hips this time, grinding your over-sensitive, needy heat against his bulge this time.

[doesoft]

being not so sure about that with @siphvnr from here.

the silence garnered a heaviness so potent that it made her throat run dry , as if there was something caught in there. it hung around her , she wanted to crumble right there and then but elena m gilbert is a stubborn human girl. she sits there straining under the pressure , because in that moment she'd rather suffer than give him the satisfaction of knowing how the tension created was affecting her.

as he leans in , calling her out on her bluff , she can feel her body betray her as heat rushes to her face , coating cheeks with a soft crimson. she hates how much of an influence he has over her mind , her body. because there was a subtle truth that in the fact that she hadn't left. that maybe she didn't want to. there was so much she wanted to say but her lips part and nothing comes out. she wanted to scream , aching to scream. but she cant do it. jaw clenches as she keeps her face leveled with her stature. it was unlike her normal form of eye contact, usually craning her neck a bit to meet him. making it easier with their natural height difference. but no , doe eyes roll up , ghosting behind dollish lashes to meet the demands of his gaze.

at first she's bolstering with certain rage , breath so heavy her chest concaves with every inhale. she should be walking away. right there, right then. but she doesn't. she stays. and she's ashamed of herself for it.

the hold on the notebook tucked away within her slender grasp becomes tighter. a curve forming from the pressure as she hugs it to her side. she remains tethered to his eyes but she could tell from her peripherals the way his touch gently grazed the binding , and all she could think about was wanting him to touch her like that. the pressure was too much , she falters in her self preservations , gulping thickly as the smooth tones of his voice piquing something inside her. hardened features grow softer , lips parting as she's lifting her chin up just slightly. searching deep into his gaze she finds her voice is so small and delicate , a shy curiousness ebbed within. ❛ is that what you want kai , to control me ? ❜

time was ticking and as the minutes pass she is closer and closer to being late to her next class. as her brain wracks around to trying to figure out what to do it hits her. the idea that maybe if she actually left him there that it might make him feel something , maybe a gentle sting. something negative. yet another abandonment to strap under his belt. elena had no intentions of abandoning kai. everything about her loosens a bit , lashes fluttering softly. giving in.

❛ will you please let me go to class ? in fact -- come with me. we can learn about biology together. ❜