#it took me…quite a few tries to get this angle just right

[firmgripplz]

Blah blah blah I’m a lover boy at heart

[wileys-russo]

Alessia, "I didn't cheat on you, it was just a dream babe!", mad alessia at training

disloyal dreams II a.russo

"-are you going to be like this all day?" you sighed as you tried to start a conversation with the blonde beside you who shrugged, again refusing to give you any sort of verbal response.

"alessia. the silent treatment, really?" you repeated, eyes burning into the side of her head as she shrugged and you dragged your hands down your face exhaling heavily.

"i thought we were good at communication. we've been together for a year and a half!" you reminded, alessia dead silent as her fingers drummed against the steering wheel and she came to a stop at a red light.

"less, babe will you just tell me what i've done wrong? i can't fix it if i don't know what i did!" you groaned frustrated, the blonde only leaning forward and turning up the stereo louder making you wince.

"fine, be like this then." you grumbled with a shake of your head, crossing your arms and staring out the window, knowing her well enough that the striker when warranted could be incredibly stubborn.

though the problem you were having today is you weren't even sure where this grudge she had against you was coming from. you'd gone to bed and things were all fine and normal, the pair of you ordering in and falling asleep cuddled up together watching a movie in the living room as you often did.

you'd woken up first, slowly shaking the taller girl on top of you until she did too and the two of you had stumbled tiredly to bed. her long limbs entrapping you in her hold the moment your backs hit the mattress, eyes heavy and a few sleepy kisses exchanged, all seemed fine.

but then this morning you'd woken up to an empty bed, frowning right away as alessia was almost never the first one awake between you.

in fact over the time you'd been together even before you'd moved in with her whenever you slept over at alessia's you'd learned to set your alarm a half an hour earlier than either of you had to be up because it took that long to coax the sleepy blonde to actually get up.

your confusion only grew further when a quick search of the house showed it to be empty, your calls out for your girlfriend going unanswered both vocal and on the phone, a sense of worry beginning to settle in.

however right before it really hit its peak you heard keys in the front door, racing down the stairs and breathing out in relief when she stepped inside, body coated in a thin sheen of sweat and hair pulled back into a bun.

you tried to speak to her and draw her into a hug, mumbling ut you'd been worried sick and asking why she hadn't at least left a note or sent a text but all you got was a shrug and a grumble she needed a shower.

ever since then the most your girlfriend had said was maybe three words, the rest of her responses all grunts or hums as at first you thought maybe she hadn't slept well and was just tired.

though then it started to feel a lot more personal and as much as you'd asked and asked and asked, she wouldn't tell you just why she was so seemingly upset with you or what you'd done to earn such a stubborn silence.

pulling into the training grounds you tried again to ask if the two of you could talk, trying to angle that it wasn't healthy to go into training if she was in a bad head space but all that resulted in was a door closed in your face and a rap of her knuckles against your window a moment later, wordlessly telling you to hurry up.

despite the fact alessia could be one of the most sweet, kind and downright lovely human beings you'd ever had the pleasure to know let alone fall in love with, she still had her share of off day but normally she was quite good at hiding them from your teammates.

today however she didn't seem to care in the slightest, making no move to disguise the fact she wasn't talking to you and clearly was in a mood, the tension thick and uncomfortable as you stared at her longingly across the change rooms.

"mate. what did you do to that poor girl?" leah flopped herself down in her own cubby beside you as you sighed, alessia not even sparing you a glance as she laced her boots up and stormed out, ignoring both emily and lotte who tried to stop and speak with her clearly sensing she wasn't okay.

"nothing! well at least not that i can work out? i've been given the silent treatment all morning." you huffed with a roll of your eyes, wrestling to undo the tight knots in your boots and sending kyra a venemous glare across the room who was clearly the culprit.

but sensing maybe today was not the day to have pushed your buttons the australian was quick to shrink beneath your murderous stare, taking off out of the room within seconds flat.

"give it here." leah chuckled, having already undone your other boot as you shoved it at her and sunk down into your seat, stroppy look on your face and mouth turned downward into a sour pout.

"did you have an argument?" "no." "did you not do something you said you would?" "I don't think so?" "did you forget an anniversary? birthday? special date?" "definitely not." "did you..." leah trailed off, clearly trying to think of something to say.

"nah i've got nothing. good luck sunshine!" the blonde shrugged, pinching your cheek and handing you the now untangled boot. "leah!" you groaned, hoping for the older girl to at least have had perhaps some wisdom to offer.

throughout the day your confusion only grew when the stony silence continued, the two of you at least kept mostly separate for the majority of training, having grown embarrassed now by your shut down attempts to talk to alessia.

thankfully bar a few ill timed comments from some of your younger peers who hadn't yet learnt how to read a room everyone backed off the teasing you'd been worried about, most of them just as confused as you by the air of frustration and irritation radiating off the blonde striker.

"fucking hell less!" leah swore, barely able to duck out of the way of a poorly timed but incredibly powerful strike which rocketed past her ear and swooshed into the back of the goal.

you however were not so lucky, admittedly quite out of it most of the session as your brain ticked over and you overthought every little action and interaction you'd had with the blonde in the last twenty four hours.

it was this distraction which caused you to have zoned out on the sidelines, staring off into space and triple checking in your head every significant event and date to try and work out just why your girlfriend was so clearly off with you.

but you were grounded right back into reality when suddenly something hit you very hard and very fast right in the face, the unexpected ball knocking you on your ass as you felt something wet drip down your face and you started to feel a little woozy.

you watched as both your teammates and some of the staff crowded around you, seeing their mouths moving but unable to decipher what was being said due to the obnoxious ringing in your head.

the medics eventually arrived, shooing everyone away to give you some space and a collective slightly disgusted groan sounded as suddenly you lurched forward and emptied the contents of your breakfast onto the grass beside you.

you winced as a bright light was shone right in your eyes, trying to bat away the hand responsible as someone else grabbed your wrists and stopped you.

blinking a few times as finally the light went away and your hearing returned right in time to hear one word before you were helped to your feet and walked off the pitch.

concussion.

you sighed heavily but nodded as you laid down on one of the padded benches in the medic office, the lights dim and one of the trainee's running you through the concussion protocol you knew like the back of your hand.

with a heavy sigh you felt him squeeze your knee in a silent apology before ducking out to grab some paperwork, an incident report needing to be done as you covered your face with your hands and felt your heartbeat thump in your ears.

when you heard the door open again you assumed he'd returned and you might be cleared to leave, but to your surprise when you looked up there was a different person now looking down on you, your bag slung over her shoulder and car keys in hand.

you didn't expect her to say anything and you didn't have it in you for an argument, so with a grunt you pulled yourself into a seated position, her hands quick to steady you and you hated how good it felt to feel her touch even in such a minimal way.

"you cheated on me."

your head snapped up so fast you felt your neck throb and the headache settling behind your eyes pulse as you sat in a state of shock, sure you'd just heard her incorrectly.

"i-what?" you managed to croak out, the blonde fiddling with the strap of the bag as she nodded. "you cheated on me." she repeated and just like earlier you felt a horrendous sense of nausea settle in.

"i think i'm going to be sick." you began to panic, bile rising in your throat as you looked around desperately for a sick bag of some sort as alessia's hands settled on your cheeks and you tensed up.

"you cheated on me last night." she repeated in a tone so soft you almost didn't hear her, incredibly confused and now wondering just how hard you'd hit your head as you blinked.

"alessia. what? i-baby i would never ever chea-" you couldn't even get the words out until the blonde shook her head, one of her hands coming to cover your mouth, an odd look of guilt now present on her face which had you even more confused.

"in my dream, last night. you cheated on me in my dream, that's why i've been so off with you today..." the blonde bit her bottom lip with a wince as you paused, slowly moving her hands off of you as she shifted nervously.

"i didn't cheat on you." "no." "but you thought i did?" "kind of? i know it was a dream, but it felt really real!"

"alessia..." you trailed off in disbelief, the trainee from earlier taking one step inside as the pair of you looked at him and clearly sensing he might have been interrupting he quickly ducked back out of the room with a mumble you were free to go.

"i still think you should say sorry." the blonde seemed to regain her confidence as your jaw dropped and you looked at her in bewilderment. "for what?" you squeaked out, alessia sighing and shaking her head.

"for cheating on me." "i didn't cheat on you? it was just a dream babe!" you threw your hands up with a scoff and hissed, your head throbbing as your eyes squeezed shut.

"okay. well since you have a concussion, i'll forgive you anyway." alessia decided, stepping forward to stand in between your legs and giving you a smile as if she'd just done you a favour.

"you'll forgive me?" "yes. now baby we should really get you home, i've got your concussion plan and you have to come in tomorrow for a re-assessment." alessia nodded, patting your bag and holding our a hand to help you up as you stared at her with narrowed eyes.

"you'll forgive me. for ignoring me all day and making me feel like i've done the wrong thing? like i'm the the crazy one?" you stuttered out still in shock that this was the reason for her cold shoulder and off put behavior.

"hey! you can't use that." alessia snatched your phone out of your hand and slid it into your bag with a tut. "i need it." you held your hand out expectantly and rolled your eyes as your girlfriend had the audacity to laugh.

"for what?" she questioned as you smacked away her attempted helping hands and she frowned.

"because i need to write a note." "a note?" "yes alessia. a note that when my head isn't absolutely throbbing i am going to yell at you and then give you the silent treatment all day!"

"what! baby why? you cheated on me, and i forgave you?" "i cannot control my actions in a dream alessia, and so i didn't cheat on you!" "baby you shouldn't get so worked up, you'll make your headache worse." "dating you is a headache russo." "...so is now a bad time to ask for that apology?" "it was a dream alessia!"

[mieluscious]

you better move. gojo satoru

ෆ pairings : gojo satoru x female reader

ෆ genre : smut, pwp

ෆ word count : 3k3

ෆ warnings : mdni. bully roommate!gojo, sub!reader, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial (just once dw), degradation, rough sex, sextape, cockwarming, jealousy (reader is trying to make a random guy jealous and gojo's gonna help her), gojo is kinda soft at the end. . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

"fuck i hate him !" you tapped your foot angrily on the living room floor.

"what's wrong y/n. and where the fuck is your pants." gojo was watching wrestling on the tv but it was quite difficult since you were standing in front of it and it was slowly getting on his nerves.

"you know that guy i've been talking to for a few days ?" he nodded, spread his thighs and rested his back against the sofa, his eyes still focused on the tv. "he’s getting on my nerves so fucking much ! he's trying to make me jealous when all i want to do is fuck him and throw him away." you walked quickly towards gojo and showed him the screen of your phone. "look." gojo's eyes lazily moved to the video of the guy you're talking about kissing a girl at a frat party.

he turned his attention back to the tv. "why do you care if you just want to fuck." you pouted at his reaction, as if what you'd just shown him wasn't a big deal. your eyes fell on gojo's hand, which slipped under his shirt to scratch his stomach and you smiled devilishly when an idea suddenly came to you.

you moved a little closer and sat on him, he slowly lifted his face towards yours with a questioning look. "what are you doing y/n." you opened the camera app on your phone and pulled his shirt up over his chest. you put your warm hand on his abs and gojo raised his hips with you on it to reposition himself on the sofa. 

you took a photo but since he moved the result was blurred. you pinched the skin of his stomach and he grunted. "argh stop moving." you took another picture and this time you were proud of you, we could clearly see that you were sitting right on top of his clothed cock and your hand were caressing his abs. you sent it to the mf.

"are you done now ?" you looked up at gojo and his gaze was bored. you stuck out your tongue and smiled at him. he rolled his eyes before bringing his attention back to the tv. 

you flinched slightly when your phone rang faster than expected. you grabbed gojo's face. "omg he's saying my picture's fake who does he think i am?" 

"well. it's fake y/n." he slapped your ass. "now move." gojo closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly to one side as he tried to contain his annoyance when you suddenly pressed your chest against his and ran a hand through his hair, choosing a good angle so that we could see your face and the back of gojo's head. he pulled the elastic band of your panties and let it snap against the skin of your hip. "move." 

"shut up im almost done." gojo gasped silently when you brought your lips to his ear and bit down gently before taking another picture. you rested your elbows on either side of his head on the back of the sofa. typing rapidly on your phone. "he still doesn't seem to believe me huh." gojo's eyes fell on your ass and the way your hips rubbed against his dick without you realizing it, since you were too busy putting your little plan into action. "tf is wrong with him satoru i don't understand why-" you suddenly mewled as you felt gojo's tongue against your throat. he still had his head against the back of the couch and his legs spread a little wider wanting to give you more room on his cock. "w-what are you doing ?" your phone slipped out of your hand and gojo caught it before it fell to the ground, he threw it on the sofa and his hands slipped under your shirt, slowly caressing your back.

his tongue slipped from your collarbones to your chin. "didn't i tell you to move?" you were about to say you were sorry when one of his hands pinched the skin of your hip. "such a disrespectful girl." his other hand slid down your back to your ass. "using me for you little games mh ?" 

"i-im sorry i told you i was almost done." his fingers rested on the fabric of your panties right at the entrance of your pussy. you threw your head back and firmly grasped his shirt over his shoulders. "i-i said i was sorry stop bullying me." 

he raised his face to you with a smirk and tilted his head to the side. his hand, which had been on your hip, went up to your hair to undo your bun, your hair slipped down your shoulders and your back. you moaned prettily as you lowered your head back to gojo, his gaze sliding over your half-open mouth. "such a pretty girl like you, begging other guys to fuck her." you caught your lower lip between your lips and sighed a small sorry. his hand slipped down your neck and his lips pressed against your ear. "when she could just ask me."

your relationship with gojo was different from what you had with other boys, you've known him since highschool and you secretly always wanted him to fuck you but you never took that step. gojo was very popular at school and you never thought you could have a chance with him. and to be honest he didn't seem very interested in you from the way he behaved with you, he was always nonchalant and didn't seem to care about what you had to say most of the time. you didn't hate him, on the contrary, you found him amusing and you liked to tease him a lot. 

his voice sent shivers down your spine and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation. "you’re making fun of me." he brought his face towards you again, his nose almost touching yours. 

you opened your eyes and flinched slightly at the sight of his gaze, his magnificent blue eyes were so dark and intimidating. "i think you're the one who's making fun of me." he tugged at the fabric of your panties, slamming them back against the entrance of your pussy. you moaned louder and immediately arched you back, your breasts pressed harder against his muscular chest. "look at me." you grabbed his shirt tighter, you were about to slip and your body was shaking because of him. you raised your gaze to his. "you walk around half naked in front of me and talk about other guys all day long." you opened your mouth under his ocean eyes when you felt his fingers push the fabric of your panties to slowly get inside your pussy. his other hand slipped from your neck and pressed a finger to your chin, making you open your mouth wider. "and then you dare to sit on me." his long fingers slid slowly between your wet walls and a sob escaped from your pretty glossy lips. he smirked and licked his lips, not missing a beat. "you used me as you pleased when all i wanted was to watch tv." he removed his fingers completely from your pussy before roughly inserting them inside again, hitting your g-spot hard. you screamed and squeezed gojo's waist tightly between your thighs. you could feel your whole body trembling and your mouth was constantly open, to the point of having drool almost dripping from your lips. your feverish gaze never left gojo's, who could only admire the show you were offering him. "and then you dare to grind this little pussy on my dick." he fingerfucked you roughly, making you bounce against his chest. “i may be your friend y/n but at the end of the day i'm still a man.” your mouth was so close to his that you could feel his breath on your tongue as he spoke to you. 

gojo was so nonchalant in everything he did. a few minutes ago he was slumped on the couch, watching tv while scratching his stomach and now he's in the same position but he’s fucking you with his two long ass fingers like it was nothing. and all of that with the same bored expression on his face. "p-please..-" he pressed his finger harder on your chin and you stuck your tongue out a little. "i-im gonna cum." your walls tightened around his fingers and he knew you were about to cum so he wasted no time removing his fingers from your cunt. 

you sobbed, beating his chest with your fists. "i fucking hate you-" you grabbed his shirt and pulled it in all directions with anger, the collar was stretched out, revealing his collarbones and almost the top of his chest. gojo lazily glanced at your breasts, which rose and fell because of your breathing and every gesture you made, making them even more delicious. 

his hand went to one of your breasts and gently slapped it, making it jiggle. "why are they so big." you crossed your arms over your chest, stabbing him with your eyes.

"don't look. don't touch." you tried to get up to go to your room and curse him until you fell asleep, but gojo decided otherwise as he grabbed you by the waist and laid you on the couch. you blushed when he straightened up to take off his shirt without taking his eyes off you, you felt so small under him. 

"the way you cling to the idea that i'm interested in what comes out of your pretty little mouth is so sweet." he grabbed your shirt and pulled it up, revealing your bare breasts to his envious gaze. "fucking big." he pulled the shirt from around your head, leaving your arms up and trapped by the fabric. you arched your back slightly when you met his piercing gaze, you were so intimidated, it frustrated you and gojo noticed it. cute.

"stop looking." he slapped your inner thighs and you squealed. 

"how could i stop looking at such a sweet lil thing ?" he firmly grasped your hip with one hand and pressed his crotch against your wet covered pussy. "look at this." he grabbed the fabric of your panties and yanked them off, revealing your dripping pussy. his finger slipped over your clit, collecting a drop of your juice before bringing it to his mouth, sucking slowly on it. his gaze returned to yours. "is she crying for me ?" you could feel your wetness dripping even more between your legs. he slid his hand down your hip to the back of your thigh before leaning over you. you moaned and arched your back a bit more as you felt the warm skin of his chest brush against the tip of your breasts. "now you're gonna have to be honest with me." he put his forearm next to your face while the other one slipped into his pants to pull out his cock. "how long have you been waiting for this y/n ?" you pushed the back of your head into the sofa beneath you as you saw him move a little closer, his nose touching yours. "how long have you been dreaming of me fucking you ?" your mouth opened to let out a moan when you felt the tip of his cock caress the entrance to your pussy and gojo took the opportunity to lick the hollow of your tongue. you blushed. his gaze on you became more insistent, but you held your tongue. you didn't want to give him an answer. his nose grazed your cheek and placed a light kiss on it. “don’t act so shy now.” you felt your body tremble again as the tip of his tongue entered your ear, making you mewl louder with one eye closed. 

“i-i won’t answer you.” you felt him smile against your ear.

“may i ask why.” he straightened slightly, placing his two hands on either side of your head, the strands of his white hair gently brushing the skin of your forehead. his eyes have never been as blue as they are now.

“because you’re a bully and you love to play with me, you don’t deserv-” you didn't even have time to finish your sentence when gojo cut you off by pushing his whole cock roughly into your pussy. his eyes wandered over every inch of your face, from your flushed cheeks to your delicious mouth, which opened wide to moan loudly. little tears formed at the corners of your eyes when you tried to free yourself from the shirt that was trapping your arms to try to hold on to gojo, but you weren't strong enough. 

gojo looked down on you with a smirk. “what were you saying ?” one of his hands slid on your lower belly wanting to feel his cock inside you. “you're good at taking it.” little noises came out of your mouth every time you tried to breathe, and gojo couldn't help but find you adorable. he suddenly grabbed your hips with both hands and lifted your ass off the couch, before brutally starting to thrust his cock deep inside you, causing the sofa to bang against the wall and the pillows to fall to the floor. “s’ tight.” he threw his head back with a soft moan and turned his attention back to you. your back arched, you tried to tell him to slow down but you were a moaning mess. your breasts jiggled with each thrust. gojo brought you with him by the hips and put one foot on the floor while his knee remained on the sofa, he grabbed the back of one of your knees and pressed it against your shoulder, opening you up much more to fuck you even harder. he leaned over you and placed his other hand on the back of the sofa above your head, your eyes fell on his necklace, which swayed up and down against his chest. your teeth caught your lower lip in a mewl when you met his piercing gaze again - he was so hot. “you better answer me before i get mean.” you moved your trapped arms again, trying to free yourself under his burning eyes, you were trapped like a little mouse in the evil cat's trap.

“s-sato-..” he let go of your knee but you still remained open while his hand slipped over one of your breasts, which he pinched hard, making you arch your back and cry out. you could feel the skin of your belly caressing his abs, and the sensation of his pubic bone rubbing your clit with each of his powerful thrusts made you moan even louder. you threw your head back when you felt gojo press his face against your neck and bite, his tongue slipped from your jaw to your ear as he whispered to you to hurry up. and at that moment you wanted to answer him but no coherent words could come out of your mouth except moans and sobs, you wanted him to untie you and let you touch him so you could finally cum but you knew that gojo was an impatient person and the longer you took the crazier he became. “t-too m-mu…ch-” 

and suddenly everything changed. in the blink of an eye you found yourself sitting with your back against his chest while he held your arms firmly behind your back with one hand, making you bounce at inhuman speed on his cock. the grip of his hand on your arms tightened when he heard you sob as you threw your head back on his shoulder, a few strands of hair splayed across your face. “i warned you y/n.” he grabbed your phone, which he'd thrown on the sofa earlier, and unlocked it to open the camera app. he pressed record and aimed the lens at your flushed face. “look at her.” he let go of your arms and grabbed your face, positioning his mouth towards yours before biting your lips hard, making you cry out. he turned his attention to his reflection on the screen of your phone and smiled evilly. “this is the little princess you didn’t wanna fuck.” he lifted his knee which was under yours and planted his foot on the sofa. you were so open that you could hear even more the wet sounds of what was happening between your thighs. his hand went to your hip when he positioned the camera angle on his throbbing cock fucking inside your pussy. “is it real enough for you this time ?” he grabbed the shirt around your arms and tore it, freeing you. you didn't waste any time and put an arm around his shoulders before finally grabbing his soft white hair, making him grunt. your other hand went to his thigh and you started to bounce on his cock yourself, fucking him while he turned the camera back to your face. he slipped his hand over your belly before catching one of your tits in his large hand. “she's so fucking good, and too bad for you that's my dick she's sitting on.” he sent the video and threw your phone on the coffee table. you arched your back against his chest as his other hand slipped between your legs to pinch your clit before massaging it roughly. “look at you using me again.” you threw your head on your shoulder with a loud moan as you felt the orgasm rising inside you. “are you having fun on my cock baby ?” you nodded and turned your face towards his, mouth wide open against his as he pinched the bud of your breast. “pretty face wanna cum mh? fuck.” you nodded again and hearing him moan so loudly inside your mouth was too much for you when your eyes almost rolled to the back of your skull as a wave of pleasure swept through your body once again.

“p-plea-” you tugged harder on his hair as he grabbed the back of your knees before lifting you up against his chest to roughly thrust his cock up inside your dripping cunt like an animal. your screams blended together and echoed against the living room walls, now you were convinced that the neighbors could hear you fucking. gojo pressed his face against the back of your neck and sank his teeth into your delicate skin when you both finally came at the same time with loud moans.

after a few seconds you fell back on gojo who grabbed you by the waist, you could hear him breathing heavily in your ear, and it made you blush when he pressed a soft kiss on it. he threw his head back on the back of the sofa and slid his hands down to your thighs, caressing them gently. you tightened your pussy walls around his cock making him moan with a smile on his beautiful lips. “i can’t remove it.” you slapped his thigh wanting him to let you go so you can get cleaned up. “sorry. pussy too fucking good. lemme sleep like this.”

you sighed and straightened yourself up, you ran a hand over the back of your neck. “you really had to bite me ?” you turned your face towards him and he tilted his head to one side, smiling. you turned your attention back in front of you and blushed. “since highschool.”

“hm ?” he slid his hands over your waist massaging it with his thumbs. he raised his oceanic eyes and noticed your flushed ears. he brought a finger over one of them and you flinched with a little squeal making him smile.

“i've been wanting you to touch me since highschool.”

© 𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 ! mdni — do not steal, modify or repost my work pls don't make me mad im a human just like you. ☆⌒(>。<)

[rene-darling]

Listen I saw this fanart and now I had an idea. So like sub!Idol Xiao x dom reader (fem prefered but u can choose) and so basically Xiao's taking some mirror selfies for his social media in this outfit and yk like showing off those lacy panties (like they're pulled up, but he still has his jeans on) and like reader (their partnwrcomes home and sees him doing that. So they like sneak up behind him and hug him from behind. Like he becomes all flustered all of the sudden and readers like:"Oh so you're showing this to millions of people, but get embarassed when I see it?" What happens afterwards is up to u lmao

IDOL!- Xiao x reader

OML THIS IS SO- HOT. I love this concept. I'm drooling.

Possessive reader! A lil toxic I guess, but it's pretty tame.

Also! The readers gender nor pronouns are not mentioned anywhere, so feel free to assume. And if they are please feel free to tell me!

Talk to me on insta [r3xni3]😞🙏

...Xiao...

He's been at it for hours. Different angles, different poses- all to get a good photo of himself flaunting his panties and the tight straps attached to them on his waist,

They hug his body so tightly pushing at his skin, if they move even a little bit you'd definitely see the red marks under them, they push up against his skin, it hurts but, he's doing it cause his agency asked him.

"mhm..." Groans leaving his throat, the photos- they're just not good enough. Scrolling through the endless amounts of them that he took, finally landing on one that pleases him.

He decides to shoot it one more time, same angle and stuff, just better lighting. He wants to show off his toned body as much as possible. And as he does this, it- quite frankly skips his mind that he has a loving partner returning from work soon. And that soon happens to be around- now.

"Ah-!" His body freezes up. Goosebumps trace along his skin- god your hands are cold. His eyes flash down, seeing as your hands slowly trace down the side of his waist, fidgeting with the straps they came across, grabbing one and pulling it away from his body only to watch in amusement as it snaps back in place once you let go,

He reaches out to grab your hand instinctively, mewling- until you finally reach, and play with the hem of his panties.

"y/n- s-...mh, stop." He tries sounding serious, but he curses at how squeaky and pitched his voice came out.

"hm..? What's the problem darl', you can show off your panties to millions of people, but you're getting embarrassed when I see? Hmpf, I'm one of your fans too y'know?."

"i-its not the same-" he's stammering over his words "y/n- hah..-" slipping your hands in between them, but not quite touching him just yet, simply tracing the sides of his hip "and how so..? I'm your biggest fan, shouldn't I get a reward for that. I deserve more than a picture. Don't'cha think?"

Tracing down the side of his hip, he can feel your eyes peering over his shoulder, watching him. His every movement, his every shudder. And the way his panties start bulging in a specific area

"y/n-" his voice is cut off by his own whine. You're so mean, suddenly jerking his cock, tapping its tip just for your own amusement. "Aw- darlin that was too cute!..do that again? Hm? For me?..you take so many photos for those stupid fans of yours, you can make that cute sound for me again can't you..?"

Huffing, he's leaning back into your body. His head falling back with each increase in movement, resting it on your shoulder, whining back into your ear. "Hah- you- you're so mean..!"

It's not your fault he's decided to make you jealous. Seriously, why the hell should he post his body for all his perverted fans to see.

Picking up his phone and pressing record on it, angling it right at his face. "Look here baby, I'm sure your perverted fans would love to see their favorite lil idol losing his head over a few touches." His eyes widen in shock "n-no..!"

He tries grabbing the phone, but to no avail. You pull it further, and jerk his lil dick harder, he stumbles, falling forward before you grab his waist pulling him back into you, he's leaning his whole body weight against you, he just hopes you won't let go.

Snickering to yourself you decide to stop recording, and go into the photos, clicking on the video you just took, you bring it to his ears and make him listen "Aw- darling don't you just sound so cute when you're desperate."

That's when it all spills. A shameful feeling, and an ever more shame worthy whine leave him as he comes all in his lacy little panties, getting them all dirty.

His legs collapse completely as you're forced to pick him up off the floor, not that you mind.

Resting him on the bed, letting him catch his breath, you take a hold of his phone and- delete every photo he took showing off those panties.

Scoffing you throw his phone down next to him and crash onto the bed right near him, wrapping your hands around his pretty waist you hear him huff. "You got them dirty..." He could only mumble under his breath.

"I'll buy you some new ones, on one condition." Turning his head around with a slightly amused expression on his breathless face "and..that is...?"

"you can only take those photos for me. I get to see them. No one else."

[soiwj]

Has anyone imagine Arlecchino with a s/o who's emotionally detached, someone who's cold, indifferent, and rude to anyone they meet. They won't go out of their way to be mean but they make it clear that they don't like people. Then they're dense so anything and everything goes over their head that has to do with romantic interests.

Loosens up after they accept someone to be on friendly terms with them but is still inadvertently an ass, simply because that's their natural self. (The only thing that gets a positive response is Kitties)

I find it funny imagining someone trying to court them and they simply don't notice.

Arlecchino: *gives them flowers*

S/o: *staring at the flowers blankly* "who are these for exactly?"

Arlecchino: *this the 30th time she has tried to catch their attention* "You."

S/o: *Confused* "oh, thank you. I'm not a big fan of flowers but I guess I'll keep them"

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Arlecchino(a few days later): "We're Dating."

S/o: "what?"

Arlecchino: *dragging them to a restaurant by the back of their shirt* "we're dating." *She ran out of patience and took the initiative to make her actions clear*

S/o: "do I have a choice?"

Arlecchino: "No."

S/o: "ok...?"

Arlecchino: "Good"

Omg this is adorable hold on lemme cook

Im sorry this is so late!!!

Esteemed Guest

Arlecchino x detached!GN!reader

Synopsis: reader works at a restaurant where arlecchino takes an interest in them.

It was a peaceful day at the restaurant. Well, more peaceful for the customers than for you. You're known at your job and around town for being quite indifferent to everyone. You can't count how many times you've been told to smile more. It's exhausting.

You go through your usual routine of taking orders, serving food and answering questions about allergens when your manager calls you aside for a second. "Hey, there's a special guest coming in a few minutes. Could you take out the trash before they arrive?"

You nod your head yes as you walk to the back of the restaurant, having picked up the plastic bags on your way. You set them down as you look around at the street. A cute kitten catches your attention as it's wandering towards the trash bags. You run inside looking for some spare tuna from one of the dishes. You sneak out of the kitchen, tuna in hand, to feed the kitten.

Arlecchino has never been a slacker. Better yet, she is the exact opposite. Structured and cautious. That's why she's never late to anything. Just like right now, she's a few minutes early. As she walks around the restaurant, looking at the building from all possible angles, she sees you. Crouched down, holding some fish out towards a small cat. The genuine smile on your face sparks a slight flame in her heart. She finds the sight quite endearing. As she sees you going back inside, she walks back to the front of the restaurant, greeting the owner.

You see a black and white haired figure being led to the VIP area. You catch her gaze as she sends you a slight smirk. How strange. You just stare at her in confusion as she walks by.

Not even 5 minutes after your cowerker was supposed to serve them, your manager calls out to you. "Our esteemed guest has asked for you to serve them during their meal." Your brows furrow as you look at him, confused. "Why me?" Your lifeless tone as indifferent as ever. "I'll give you a bonus?" You sigh as you start walking to the VIP lounge.

The dim lighting and gold ornate decorations are starting to give you a headache. You enter the room, looking the black and white-haired woman directly in the eyes. Usually, people tend to be scared of Arlecchino off the bat. It might be because of her eyes or her demeanor. But you're not. Your blank face stares at her as you hand her the menu, muttering a quiet 'here'. She looks intrigued as she opens the menu, reading through the options quite quickly.

"Are you on the menu?" She winks. "Uh, no, not really. There's not many restaurants here or anywhere that condone cannibalism?" Your face is painted with a semi concerned experssion at her taboo request. She giggles, finding your obliviousness quite entertaining. "I'll have a bourbon. No, actually make that two." You furrow your brows at her again. "Is someone else joining your table?" She nods, her smirk still very present. You walk back to the bar, giving the order to the bartender. She quickly finishes pouring the drink as you walk back to the client.

You set the glasses down as you realize the clients' guest is still not here. "When is your guest going to arrive? The drinks will get warm if you wait too long." You state. "Oh don't worry dear, she has just arrived." She's gazing at you like a predator would their pray.

"I don't see anyone -" you say as you look towards the entrance. Before you can finish your sentence, you get pulled down onto the couch seat next to the woman. She sets the bourbon glass in front of you as she throws back hers. "It's against restaurant policy to drink on the job." You say, looking her straight in the eye. Unbothered by your cold behavior, she throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

She sighs as she contemplates your words. "How about this then, do you work tomorrow?" Her eyes start wandering as she waits for you to answer the question. "No, it's my off day." A sly smirk appears on her face at the words. She gets closer to your face as she observes your lips. Looking down at you, she says, "You and me, dinner tomorrow, here." Confusion settles on your face at the suggestion. "Why would I come in on my off day?" She laughs softly at your confusion. Realizing that you misunderstood her. "No, I meant as my date."

You're confused as to why she would invite you, a mere server, to be her dinner guest. Nonetheless, you don't have anything to do tomorrow so you might as well see where the dinner leads you. "Alright, well, I can't really pay. My wage isn't that big." She looks at you amused. "Don't you worry about that, Doll."

The next few days have been quite exciting compared to your monotone life. Although you're still as cold as ever, you're starting to warm up to Arlecchino.

You often wake up to flowers in your mailbox and deliveries of expensive goods at your door. You appreciate her gifts but you just don't understand why Arlecchino is doing all of this. Until now.

"We're dating." What? The candles on the table are lit. Your living room's currebt dim lighting sending shivers up your spine. The fumes of the spaghetti lay in front of you, filling your senses as you try to make sense of what's happening. You look up at her, confused as always. "I said what I said. Any objections?" You're flustered, but you can't seem to deny how enticing that relationship status sounds to you. Especially because it's with Arlecchino. She stands up from the table, swiftly moving to you as she holds your chin, tilting it up. "You're mine." She puts her lips on yours, "forever."

Wow that took me a while but i did it!!!

[mitsuyeaah]

hey, i was wondering how bonten (or ran, rindo, and sanzu) would act if they misunderstood a situation between you and your older brother and they got all jealous. (no inc*st or step-cest or anything like that). it’s a funny trope so i thought i’d ask lol

MISUNDERSTANDINGS

syn: bonten trio accidentally misunderstanding a situation between you and your older brother.

TR ft. RAN, RINDOU, SANZU

cw: swearing, jealous!bonten trio but other than that, just pure fluff, pet names (baby, babe, princess, darling)

a/n: sorry this took quite a while, anon! wrote this while i was at the gym hehe

��✮⸜ ༘⋆ RAN HAITANI

— tries to understand the situation. ran tries to keep a cool front, keyword: tries. he knows he’s mature enough to not jump to conclusions but it’s driving him absolutely crazy so he resorts to confrontation.

“oh, hey babe! just getting this sorted out.” ran stared at the scene in front of him, he could feel his limbs tingling from he didn’t know what exactly—jealousy? anger? confusion? you sat on the living room floor, assembling the new coffee table you and ran had bought; it was all fine until his eyes landed on a man sitting across you, helping with the furniture. what the fuck? you had come up to him so casually with another man in his presence, kissing his cheek as you greeted him. were you not ashamed one bit? guilty? that another man was under the roof the two of you shared? stepped foot in a home designed for you and him only? ran stood there, pools of lilac boring holes onto the unknown man’s head.

you turned to ran, noticing the shift in his aura but his eyes were locked onto the man next to you. before you could call out his name, he opened his mouth, “and who might you be? didn’t know we had a.. guest, if i may.” his tone was flat and cold but a saccharine smile made its way to his lips as if to taunt the man. you furrowed your brows, “ran—” “no, princess. i want to hear from him. he’s got his own voice, yeah?” you blinked up at ran as he cut you off. was he being for real right now? why was he being rude?

your older brother let out an awkward chuckle and scratched at his nape, “i’m- i’m their older brother.. uh, nice to meet you, ran haitani, right?” your sibling hastily stood up, jutting out an arm at ran who looked like he had seen a ghost. every single feeling was drained from his body at the man’s introduction. well shit. “darling.. i’ve told you about my older brother so many times.. do you not remember?” ran wracked around his brain. shit. shit. you had told him but he somewhat forgot about it.

he stood there for a few seconds before quickly shaking your brother’s hand, “oh fuck, i’m so sorry! shit shit— i didn’t mean to be rude at all!” ran’s eyes widened before profusely bowing in front of your older brother. you bit back a smile, ran has never acted like this before—it was such a sight to see him all flustered and embarrassed. a man who’s nothing but self assured turned into a flustered mess in front of your brother. “you treat all strangers like this..?” your brother mused, clearly joking. ran’s mouth opened and closed as he turned crimson red. both you and your sibling laughed out loud at his awkward state.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ RINDOU HAITANI

— waits for you to admit it. rindou is not a man of many words, he doesn’t really like confrontations and would rather hear it from you without him having to ask you—even if it swarms his thoughts day and night.

“you know.. you can tell me anything..” rindou’s deep voice sliced through the peaceful silence of the night, the vibrations from his chest going straight to your ear as you lie your head atop it. there was this slight hesitancy in his tone that made you furrow your brows, “hm? what do you mean?” you angled your head to look up at his face—his amethyst eyes were cast with the warm glow of the bedside lamp but you could see the swirling storm behind it. rindou stared straight ahead, his hand had stopped rubbing your back. he bit his lip, feeling a lump in his throat as he mustered the courage to say something. to address the elephant in the room.

“i.. i know you’re seeing someone else.. i saw another man’s shoes at the doorstep when i came home.” upon seeing it earlier, rindou turned and left to clear his thoughts. he closed his eyes, his hand that hovered over your back balled into a fist. furrowing your brows, you put the pieces together in your head and before you knew it, a wide grin was plastered on your face. rindou’s eyes shot open as you burst out laughing, no sign of guilt on your face. he was confused. “wha—” “baby.. those shoes you saw earlier? they were my brother’s! he came by to meet you but you came home later than usual.” you buried your face in his chest, shaking with laughter.

rindou’s brows shot up, “but— how— you didn’t tell me..?” “i texted you, remember? though i don’t think you replied at all.” realisation sank in and rindou wanted the bed to swallow him whole. his phone had died and had no way of charging it, hence why he didn’t see your text earlier. he buried his face in his palms as he felt his face heat up in embarrassment. how could he be so silly? “fuck, how embarrassing.. i’m so sorry for assuming, baby. i—” “baby, it’s okay.” you tried to console him but ended up bursting with laughter at the situation, earning a deep sigh from rindou and his face shielded with his hands.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ HARUCHIYO SANZU

— immediately jumps to a conclusion. sanzu is a very clingy partner, he sees another man next to you? he sees red. doesn’t beat around the bush, and he gets straight to the point—this behaviour of his, he’s picked up from doing his job in bonten.

“who the hell is this?! are you cheating on me?” you almost dropped the plate you were holding at sanzu’s loud voice. there he stood at the entrance of the kitchen, sleeves of his button down shirt rolled up, hair tousled—a clear sign of a rough day from work. a vein was prominent at the side of his neck as he questioned you. sanzu narrowed his eyes at the man who stood next to you, not only was he in his kitchen, he also wore his apron. “sanzu! that-that’s not the way to greet my brother!” you took a few steps to stand in front of him as you saw rage brewing behind his azure eyes; it all quickly dissipated as his eyes darted between the two of you. oh. you two did have the same eyes.

sanzu bit his bottom lip, embarrassment quickly swallowing him. he remembered his outburst a few seconds ago and he wanted nothing but to crawl into a hole. “ah.. um.. my apologies. didn’t know you had an older brother.” he sheepishly smiled at you, scratching at his nape. “well now you do. he was so eager to meet you, you know.” you raised a brow at him before proceeding to set up for dinner—with the help of your older brother. sanzu awkwardly stood there, feeling out of place. he locked gazes with your brother before shuffling to his feet and warmly greeting the man; you playfully shook your head at sanzu as you heard him profusely apologising, his tone much calmer and quieter now.

throughout the night, sanzu kept close. he fully knew you were still a bit upset at how he acted towards your brother. he didn’t blame you, it was entirely his fault. he was clingy—a hand on your thigh, an arm slung around your waist, his shoulder touching yours. you’ve already forgiven him earlier but you wanted to see how far he’d keep up with this; it was cute to say the least. how he followed you like a puppy with it’s tail between it’s legs, clearly guilty of his actions.

© mitsuyeaah

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Helloo!!

I was wondering if you could do the gang(Separate) with a reader who love photography and they get nervous they accidentally take a picture of them please? If not then it's okay!💗💗

Summary: In which you accidentally take a photo of your greaser boyfriend. Warnings: none Author's Note: i kinda didn’t understand this ask, so if I do something wrong feel free to tell me and ill fix it! (i also dont really understand how vintage cameras work) You were big on photography. Everyone knew you were good at it, so you made a couple hundred bucks per month shooting photos for people. You were out on a walk with your boyfriend when you saw the most gorgeous scenery. Excitedly, you set up your camera and tried to snap a few photos of it when you noticed that your boyfriend was in frame. 

PONYBOY CURTIS You and Pony were walking down past a meadowed area when you saw the sun starting to set. You poked Pony and asked him if you could take a couple of photos, which he of course agreed to. You set your camera up on the tripod and started snapping photos. Only when you developed the photos in your makeshift darkroom did you see it. Pony was standing about ⅓ of the way in the photo, he was looking off into the distance and the sunlight of the sunset framed his face beautifully. “Oh,” You said, bringing the photo up to see it better. “What’s up?” Pony asked, getting up from the corner he had made his own in your darkroom. He looked at the photo in your hands but you hid it before he could see. “C’mon, Y/n show me,” He wrapped his arms around you, trying to grab the photo from you. You held on firmly but not quite enough to match Pony’s strength. He snatched the photo from your fingers and looked at it. He was really quiet, staring at the photo and you mumbled an excuse, “Sorry, didn’t even see you in the frame..” You looked down at your hands but Pony just stared at you. “You kidding? You made me look like some kind of model. Holy shit, Y/n, this is so good!” He exclaimed, looking at the picture again. You looked up, bright-eyed and smiling. “God, can I keep this?!”

JOHNNY CADE Johnny had never really liked to be in your photos. So when you were developing the photos that you took in the lot of the gorgeous moon surrounded by thick trees you were shocked to see that you had let Johnny get into frame. He was looking at you, adoration in his eyes and his hair perfectly shaped his face. He looked gorgeous. So you secretly hung that photo up in your bedroom. One day, you invited Johnny over on a whim, completely forgetting about the photo. When he entered your bedroom, the first thing he saw was your photo. You’d always shown him your photos so that’s what first caught his eye, a photo he hadn’t seen before. When he stepped closer he realised what it was. You tried to get him to stop looking at it by stammering out a silly apology. “I’m sorry! Let’s just forget about this!” You were blushing with embarrassment but he just smiled at you. “You can keep it.” A light coat of pink dusting his cheeks. SODAPOP CURTIS Soda likes photos of him, but the photos he likes are never candid. He like those photos where he's staring directly at the camera, flexing or holding a cigarette in his hand. So when he found a photo of him laying in the grass, the sun hitting his face in the right angle, in your book he was shocked. 

“When di'ja take this?” He asked showing you the photo. You blushed.

“Uh, last week.” You mumbled.

“And you didn't tell me?” you hung your head, ready to apologize.

“I like this. Why don't we take photos like this more often.” He patted your head.your head. STEVE RANDLE You thought Steve working was the cutest thing ever, but Steve only allowed you to take photos of the workshop because he thought he’d look weird if you took a photo of him working. It startled you that when you looked at the pictures after they’d dried, you saw the side of Steve's face as he looked out the window. It was a genuinely beautiful photo, so you put it in your car. You had completely forgotten about it because of your car’s sudden engine failure. You took it to the shop and asked Steve to fix it. When he went inside to check something out, he saw the picture and immediately started laughing. “I told you I’d look silly,” He said, taking the photo from its place and pointing at it. You blushed but shook your head, “I think it’s a very pretty picture,” “Well, I probably won’t burn it then.” TWO BIT MATTHEWS

Two Bit always ruined your photos. He always held a silly face or pose, so much so that you banned him from being in your photos. However, when you pull one of your pictures out and see his silly face looking oblivious to the picture in the corner of the photo you bursted out laughing. Two-Bit, who was sitting in your dark room, got up to see what you were laughing about. You were laughing so hard that you didn’t have enough strength to hold onto the photo to keep him from seeing it. When he took a look at the photo he chuckled too, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your temple. “Are you laughing at me?” He asked, lightheartedly. You laughed harder, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. He tsked and threw the photo onto the ground. “I’ll give you something to laugh about” He joked and started tickling you. DARRY CURTIS Darry’s only photos around the house are of Pony and Soda. It makes you feel sad that he’s not as proud of his achievements, but you still respect him for it. Every picture you have of Darry you cherish. Sometimes they’re accidental photos and you hid them from him, or sometimes he allowed you to take one or two and looked at them closely before allowing you to keep them. So when he stumbled on your stash of photos of him, you nearly fainted. “Oh!...” You put your hand over your mouth when he opened the drawer with your photos in it. “I don’t remember some of these,” He stated, picking them up. “Uh..yeah,” You blushed out of embarrassment but he just smiled at you. “Makes me sad, these are just in the drawer. Why don’t you hang ‘em up?” DALLAS WINSTON Dallas HATED photos. So when your finger accidentally slipped and he caught the flick of your camera when he was in frame, he nearly chased you around town trying to get rid of it. You were crying laughing by the time you made it to your house and he was, lightheartedly, teasing you. “Ok Dal, I’ll cut you a deal. If you like the photo, and you HAVE to be honest, I’ll keep it. If you don’t I’ll toss it.” You held out your hand for him to shake. He made a show of pondering it but shook your hand with a laugh. Once the photo had been developed you took it out to look at it. Dallas looked over your shoulder and huffed. “Do you like it?” He asked. “I think its very pretty.” You said, looking up at him. “Then we can keep it.”

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

An Arranged Marriage, part 10

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Part 9

M!troll x f!reader

1.4k words

Home and clean it's the first time you've every really been close to him and comfortable about it. You feel safe and at ease until he leaves you to rest while he bathes, and the sounds and sights of the last few hours keep bubbling up.

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“Why not go rest?” Zen’jan suggested as he took the washcloth from you, though you had mange to get a lot of the blood off of him.

“I’m ok” you protested, though you were struggling to keep your eyes open. It had been a long 24 hours.

“Go rest. I will go finish cleaning up in the bathroom and then go get us something to eat, ok?” he said firmly and you could tell it was not actually a question.

“Fine”.

He was right, some rest would do you well. You scuttled over to the bed and wrapped yourself up in the blankets while Zen’jan went to go bathe. He left the door cracked open, not that you could see anything at this angle, but it did feel reassuring that he was just right there.

Try as you might, you could not sleep. Panic gripped you every time you finally started to drift off, the memory of waking up under that tree to voices kept bubbling up to the surface.

More time than you realized had passed while you tried to sleep and you heard Zen’jan emerge from the bathroom. You looked over his way, he just had his bath towel wrapped loosely around his hips and did not seem to notice that you were not asleep. You did not mean to keep staring, but you did anyways. It had been nearly a month of living together and you had not so much as even seen him take his shirt off in front of you, now you could not help but peek at him while his back was to you.

Really, he was quite attractive now that you had gotten used to trolls. He moved so fluidly, even just while rummaging through the drawers looking for clothes. There were subtle variations in the blue of his skin down the backs of his arms and legs you had never noticed. Especially you stared at the muscle of his back and arms, no wonder he had no issue carrying you all the way back home.

Happily lost in thought, you let out a squeak of surprise and quickly covered your face with the blanket when he dropped his towel.

“Spirits! I thought you were asleep!” you heard him shout and could hear him scrambling about.

Moments later he was kneeling next to the bed, his voice in your ear as he spoke. “I am so sorry about that, towel is back on, I promise. Though maybe I should be concerned that the sight of me makes my wife shriek and hide” he laughed.

You peered out from the blankets, his face was level with yours, though you found your gaze drifting down lower to stare at his chest instead.

“I promise I really did think you were asleep” he said again, “I forgot to bring some clean clothes with me, and I really did not want to put the bloody ones one right after bathing”.

“I was just surprised, that’s all” you mumbled.

“As long as that was just a surprised reaction. I do not think my ego could handle it if my wife found me unbearable to look at” he leaned forward to press his forehead against yours.

“No, I um, I enjoyed the view” you managed to stammer out.

“That’s good” he nuzzled his forehead against yours before pulling back, “I am quite surprised that you are not asleep yet though”.

“I couldn’t fall asleep. The last time I tried to nap I woke up to bandits, every time I started to drift off this time I would start to panic”.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Maybe stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course, anything you need, but let me put some pants on. You can even watch if you want” he teased.

You felt your face heat up, it would be a lie to say you were not curious about what he looked like under all though clothes.

It was also nice seeing him more relaxed. Ever since the two of you returned home that morning he seemed a lot calmer, more open and relaxed than usual. He was smiling more, and joking around, and being affectionate.

You watched up until he took his towel off again, not quite ready to open that floodgate, but happy when he decided to skip putting a shirt on.

“Alright, where do you want me? I can just sit here next to you like I always have” he offered and sat on the floor next to the bed like he usual with his arms crossed on the bed and head resting on them.

“You can sit in the bed with me” you do not know why, but it was difficult to say out loud.

He sat next to you, towering over you where you laid, through for the first time his size felt comforting instead of looming.

“If you put your back to me I can rub your back” he offered.

You said nothing but did roll over. His hand was so warm as he gently rubbed circles on your back and you swore you could hear him humming something. You closed your eyes and the exhaustion began to set back in now that the panic from the towel incident had subsided.

“What are you humming?” you asked.

“An old song that my parents used to sing to me and my siblings when we could not sleep” he said.

“You never told me you had any siblings”.

“I have an older brother, a younger sister, and I had a younger brother”.

“Oh, I’m sorry” you said awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond.

“It happened a long time ago, and now is not the time to talk about loss, I just want you to relax and sleep now”.

You tried closing your eyes and only focusing on Zen’jan’s hand on your back. It was definitely easier to relax now that you did not feel alone.

“Do you mind if I lay down with you? I will keep rubbing your back though” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine”.

He kept his distance, laying at the edge of the bed to give you space while he kept rubbing your back. You did not know the last time you just laid with anyone. Back living at home it always involved a lot of sneaking around, even well into your adult years because the daughter of a prestigious naval admiral did not have relationships, let alone flings. No, as far as your family knew you never had spent nights sneaking about with one of the maids, or the son of the head butler.

It felt weird that now that you could just finally be openly affectionate with someone that you still hesitated. You wondered if you would be like this if you were married off to some upstart naval officer like you always were told you would be. You wondered if Zen’jan was human if would make a difference.

“Are you alright?” his voice cut through your downward spiraling thoughts, “You suddenly tensed up a lot”.

“Yeah, just thinking”.

“I know I asked this a lot the whole way home, but are you sure you are alright? You asked a lot about what happened there with me, but you dodged any of my questions. I will not force you to talk about anything, but I am here to listen”.

You did not know how to tell him everything. That your kingdom may be trying to restart the war. That your family seemed to be fine with your death if that is was it took to declare war again.

“It’s just been a lot”.

“I know, but if you ever need to talk I am here to listen, always”.

You rolled over and buried your face into his chest and you felt him nuzzle his chin against the top of your head. His heartbeat was slow and steady, a sharp contrast to your racing heart.

“I have got you. I will not let anyone hurt you, I promise” his voice was soft in your ear and sent a pleasant warm tingle down your spine.

“Thank you, Zen”.

You drifted off like that, listening to his heartbeat and him softly humming the song from before. He smelled like warm herbal soap from the bathtub, but you missed the smell of incense on his skin.

Part 11

[redflagshipwriter]

Halfa Cass 9 part 3

Masterpost

TW for canon-typical violence under the read more, minor character death

Unfortunately, there was so only so much Danny could stretch out his production process when Brick started hovering over his shoulder. Brick didn’t seem that bright, if Danny was honest. But he was clearly on the lookout for foot-dragging. 

That meant Danny was mostly done with the outer casing on the second cannon when Brick looked up abruptly and cursed. Brick pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at Danny.

Danny was still busy soldering metal and it took him a few seconds to parse that he was supposed to be under threat right now. He blinked at Brick. “...Sorry, what?”

“Sack of shit!” Brick cursed, lip curled up. His silly little mustache rotated and stuck out at a weird angle. His eyes were wild. “Who did you tell?”

Danny shrugged awkwardly. Should he like, pretend he was afraid of the gun? Should he defend himself? He looked down at his soldering gun. Um. He probably, uh, shouldn’t… use that on Brick, right? It wasn’t like the guy could do anything to him.

Brick jabbed the gun further into Danny’s personal space. Brick’s head exploded with red mush.

Danny blinked.

Brick slumped to the floor. The gun clattered away. Blood gushed furiously across the floor and immediately ruined Danny’s shoes. Fuck. Brick’s soul sputtered in consideration of evolution. It pulsed, once, twice, and then harmlessly dissolved, passing onto the next life without all the drama of becoming restless dead.

…Lucky.

Danny turned off the soldering gun and pushed up the protective eye mask he had on for work with a disgusted grunt. Between that and the breathing protection, there wasn’t much of Brick on him except in his hair. Oh. No. He made a face and wiped at his forehead with the back of a sleeve before anything could get into his eyes. Brick was dripping down his forehead, nasty!! 

A gun cocked. “Yeah, yeah,” Danny acknowledged. He huffed and leaned over to grab at a shop rag. “Ugh!” He did his best to clean up. “This is gross. Just plain gross,” he bitched.

Footsteps walked down the metal stairs. “You work for me now,” said someone else that Danny had never seen before. Bigger guy. Older, ugly. He was balding and slightly gone to seed. Danny wasn’t exactly charmed.

Danny grunted. “My rate is 70 an hour,” he said. It had been 50 for the last group, but clearly his reputation had gone around enough for him to be recruited.

The gun pressed up against his forehead. “No, it’s not.” 

“Yeah, it fucking is, and I need $14 right now to go to the laundromat.” Danny made a gimme gesture. He ignored the gun to his head and jutted his chin out, ready for an argument. “You’re going to get rid of that, right? I do not do body disposal. I don’t have relevant expertise. That would be a sucky reason to get caught by the cops.”

The thug laughed. He put his gun back in his pocket and casually kicked at the recently emptied body. “I like you, kid,” he said genially. “Sure. I’ll tell the boss your rate. And I can get your laundry done. Don’t want your Mom to see you covered in blood?” He laughed again, like the thought of a teenager having to hide their criminal involvement was somehow funny.

Danny shrugged, not quite willing to lie that the feeling was mutual. This guy seemed like a dick.

“What’s this?” The new guy started nosing through the worktable, getting his grubby hands all over Danny’s beautiful new bazooka. He hefted it up and pointed it at Danny with a mean little smile. “What’s this do?”

Danny tried very hard not to go stiff. For the very first time, it occurred to him that he might be walking a little too close to the fire by making weapons that he could be harmed by. “Matter displacement tech,” he said casually. “Works on shit like doors.”

“Doors, huh.”

“Yupp.” 

At this range, it would displace most of Danny’s torso. He tried not to calculate how many days it would take him to regenerate from a hit like that.

The man lifted his eyebrows, but he put the bazooka back down. “You’re pretty unflappable, kid,” he commented. He rifled through Danny’s odds and ends with a careless hand, messing up the neat organization. “Once you’ve finished that, I’ll come back and pay you for it… How many work days is one of these things?”

“Takes about two days to do one solo, can get two done in three days,” Danny said tonelessly. 

His new contact grunted. “We’re going to need weapons from you next,” he said, as if it was just a fact.

“I don’t do weapons,” Danny said. He shrugged. “Sorry, it’s just not my specialty. I can get you the list of specs for what I can do, though, I–”

“You can do weapons,” he got cut off. The older man gave him a disdainful look. “Your girlfriend’s a co-ed, yeah? Cutie. Gotta work like a big man to keep her paid up.” He clapped Danny on the shoulder. “Be smart. I'll send someone to clean up.” He turned on his heel and left.

Danny stood there, taking a few moments to buffer that bullshit. The penny dropped.

‘Ew. Jazz?! They think I’m dating Jazz? That’s nasty.’

…Wait.

‘Oh, fuck. He knows about Jazz. They’re threatening Jazz.’

[forever-rogue]

A little hurt to comfort request

A wannabe groupie makes comments about rockstar!eddie girlfriend (aka reader maybe plus-size!reader) eddie ofc defends his lady. But then reader starts feeling insecure about her looks and body she thinks she isn’t good enough for him. But he reassures her that she is the only one for him.

AN | I hope this is okay! I feel like this would be me too, Eddie would be the best the best 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Rockstar!Eddie x PlusSized!Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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It had been no secret that you’d been dating Eddie Munson for close to a year now. The Eddie Munson.  Sometimes it still felt like a dream, but then you'd wake up with him pulling you into his chest. 

Life was…pretty fucking good. Or pretty fucking metal as Eddie liked to say.

You'd never thought twice about the fact that you were dating him, or rather that he had chosen you. 

Not until, anyway, one night when you were at one of Corroded Coffin’s shows. It wasn’t odd for you to be there, but you usually watched from the front VIP area or remained backstage to watch everything. Today, something compelled you to go out in the thick of it all, to be with the crowd and experience it from a new angle. 

You were walking in with Jeff’s wife, the two of you holding beers as you went to your seating area. A few curious glances were sent your way, almost as if the people recognized the two of you but just couldn’t quite place you. That was probably exactly what was going on; it was nice to retain some sense of anonymity. 

The two of you siddled into your spots and you heard a burst of laughter coming from a few seats down. The noise was so loud and out of place that it caused you to look down the row. Much to your chagrin you found two women staring back at you, wicked smirks on their faces. 

They were exactly the type of women you expected to be at a rock concert. Scantily dressed with large fake breasts, fake tans, bleached hair and too make-up. These were the type of women that you found after trying to get in with the boys. Groupies, and they were shameless about it. 

You turned your attention back to Angela, but before you could fully do so, you heard a loud moo directed at you. Your breath caught in your throat as you heard them making very non-discreet and rude comments. They were directed at you, you knew that right away and they were making no point to hide it.

“Can you believe Eddie Munson is dating her?”

“She must be good at sucking dick because you know Eddie wouldn’t keep her around for anything else.”

“She’s clearly good at eating.”

“He could do so much better.”

“What a waste of space!”

“If you’re going to be a porker, you could at least try to look pretty.”

You felt tears prickling at the back of your eyes but tried to push away the feelings that were bubbling up. They were just words after all, they shouldn’t have any real effect on you, and yet…it was the worst feeling. Those girls were purposely being cruel and for no real reason. No reason other than the fact that they were jealous of the fact that you were dating Eddie. 

Angela picked up on your sudden mood shift, and gently put her hand on your arm, “what’s wrong, babe?”

“Nothing,” you lied so quickly that it was clearly not true. A frown settled on her features but you shook your head, “really, it’s fine.”

You could see that she was looking past you and down the row where the two girls were standing, looking smug as can be, “was it them? Did they do something?”

“No - nothing,” you dropped your voice to what you hoped was only what she could hear so they didn’t make anything worse, “just felt a little odd for a few minutes. It’ll pass soon.”

“If you’re sure…” she was a good friend and would have done anything for you, just as you would for her. You took a sip of your beer and tried to put on what you thought would be a convincing smile. 

“Of course!” you had never been more thankful for the band to come out and play. You watched the boys struck onto stage, Eddie looking every bit the showman. Your heart fluttered slightly at the sight of him, “c’mon let’s get this show started!”

It wasn't entirely enough to take your mind off everything, but at least you experienced the momentary happiness of getting Eddie on stage. 

You tried to ignore the horrible girls that continued to make comments throughout the show. But it was fuckin’ hard.

Once the show ended, you allowed the crowd around you to disperse and leave, remaining behind so you could make your way backstage quietly. You really didn’t want to see or be around anyone else right now, especially not ones that were going to throw horrible comments at you. 

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Once the crowd had thinned out, you followed Angela to the back of the stadium. At least you had the promise of getting to see Eddie soon. She was talking about something but you were only half listening. There were tons of people, girls and guys, hanging around the dressing rooms, trying to sneak their way inside. Luckily the security was good and they kept prying eyes and nosey nancies away. 

The guards recognized both of you now and there wasn’t even a need to show your passes. Eddie must have somehow sensed your presence because he opened the door as soon as you were near it. His entire face lit up as soon as he saw you, the beautiful and brilliant smile making its appearance as he studied you. Before you could even say anything, his brows furrowed and eyes grew worried.

"What's wrong?" and you had to fight the fresh wave of tears that threatened to well up. He gently took your face in his hands as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

"N-nothing," you lied and he was able to see right through it. It was the soft look on his face that caused it all to be too much and the tears spilled over. Eddie's touch was nothing short of reverent as he wiped them away, "its nothing, I'm just being dumb."

"It's not nothing if it's making you feel this way," he insisted but you pulled out of his touch and ducked into his dressing room. Angela saw what was going on and walked over to Eddie, "what's going on?"

"There were girls," she explained, "sitting near us. They were making horrible and rude comments about her. Totally unnecessary and I think they really got to her."

"What the fuck-"

"Yeah," she nodded sadly, looking around to see who was hanging around. And, to no surprise at all, the girls were trying to sweet talk their way backstage. Angela grabbed his hand and pointed in their direction, "them! It was the two of them."

A furious look crossed his features as he pulled away from her. Despite the whole bad boy image, Eddie was really soft and kind. But this had brought up a while different type of emotion and Angela had never seen him so mad.

"Hey," he barked at the girls, who immediately pushed to get to him. Little did they know they were not going to like what he had to say to them. The one that had instigated everything came forward and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Hi Eddie-"

"Which one of you was talking shit about my girlfriend?" Their faces paled as they exchanged nervous looks. Eddie raised an eyebrow, "huh? Not so brave now, are we?"

"We didn't say anything mean," the other one lied, "we were just talking. She probably misunderstood."

"Bull-fucking-shit," he shook his head, curls bouncing widely, "I know your type, you're just rude to others for no reason. What did you think you were going to get out of being bitches?"

"Listen, we didn't do-"

"I know you did," he glared at them, "did you think we'd somehow break up and one of you had a chance with me? Are you that fucking stupid?"

"We didn't mean anything by it…"

"Well, that's lovely but you did what you did," he took a step back and shook his head at them, "you're never allowed at another Corroded Coffin show. I'll make sure of that. And if this ever happens and I get word of it, I won't be as nice. Clear?"

Neither of them managed to say anything, only nodding dumbly before turning around and practically running away. Eddie told his security to make sure to get their information so he could make sure they were banned from any future shows.

"You're a good man," Angela squeezed his shoulder before turning around to find Jeff.

Eddie took a deep breath before letting himself into his dressing room. His heart broke a little bit when he saw you sitting on the couch, eyes red from crying. 

"Baby," he came over and sat down next to you, attempting to wrap his arm around your shoulders. You flinched out from under his touch and shook your head at him, hastily wiping away the rest of your half-dried tears. His heart ached; you’d never shied away from his touch before, “what’s wrong? Please just…tell me. Let me make it better. I talked to those girls-”

“It’s not…” you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed, “it’s not just them. It’s just…me.”

“You? How is it you?’ he crossed his arms over his chest, pale skin covered in various ink, “you know I’m not going to quit asking until you tell me. I’m a stubborn bastard, you know that.”

“Look at yourself,” you gestured to him and confusion marred his features as he looked at himself. He was still sweaty, in desperate need of a post show shower, only wearing a pair of skinny jeans and his beat up sneakers. He shrugged as you huffed, “now look at me.”

He looked you over, the same look as always in his eyes. You were gorgeous and he honestly had no clue what you were going on about, “umm…baby, you’re beautiful. You know that.”

“No,” you stood up and shook your head, “I’m…fuck, Eddie, you have eyes, I’m not skinny and I don’t look like all those other girls who throw themselves at you. I’m-”

“Fuck that,” he shook his head, “so what? I love that you don’t look like any of them, I don’t want them - I want you. I love you, baby, all of you.”

“You could have someone better,” you turned your back to him and hid your face in your hands. Eddie didn’t even know how to possibly respond because you were so wrong - so wrong, “someone that looks good like you and that deserves you.”

“I don’t know how else to tell you this, but I don’t want anyone else but you,” Eddie’s hands found your shoulders as he gently turned you around, so he could properly look at you. He put a finger under your chin and turned your face up to his. He hated seeing you cry and even more he hated the idea that you could ever think so lowly of yourself. You were everything to him and he wished he could make you understand that, “only you. You’re it for me, baby.”

You knew Eddie, and you knew that he wasn’t lying to you. But it still didn’t help the feelings of self-doubt and worthlessness that was settling into the back of your mind. Instead of arguing with him or pushing the issue further all you could do was nod in response, “me too, Eddie. You’re it for me too.”

He relaxed slightly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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Despite Eddie’s reassurances, the run in at his show stuck with you. You weren’t able to completely shake off the feelings that those cruel words had brought up. Despite trying to hide them and pretending that they weren’t there in order to trick yourself into letting them go, nothing worked. Instead, it just kept getting worse and worse and you found yourself drifting apart from Eddie. 

You felt like you were suddenly aware of every single time someone else looked at him, or read too much into everything that was said to him. You couldn’t help but think that he deserved someone better, someone different - someone that wasn’t you. You wanted only the best for the man you loved so much. 

That’s how you made the hardest decision of your life. 

Eddie practically bounded to the door when he heard the silly little knock that the two of you had come up with. He wasn’t expecting you, but he was always more than happy to see you. He threw open the door, ready to wrap you up in his arms.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the somber expression on your face. You caught his eye for just a moment, looking away and staring at your feet, “h-hey.”

“What’s wrong?” of course he dove right into it; not that you could blame him. If the roles were reversed, you’d probably be doing the same thing, “baby?”

“L-listen,” you swallowed thickly, “I’m sorry to do this so late, but umm…I think - I think we should break up.”

“What?” his doe eyes grew wide as you rocked back and forth on your heels before stepping back from him. Eddie ran a hand through his dark curls, trying to rationalize why you were suddenly breaking up with him. He never once thought about the two of you breaking up; in his mind it was forever, and that’s what he had always planned on, “what are you talking about?”

“I’m breaking up with you,” your words caught in your throat and it sounded even more harsh and choked. This time you hadn’t even bothered to hold back your tears, instead they fell down your cheeks and landed onto the marble of the apartment building’s floor, “I can’t date you anymore, Eddie.”

Eddie was a smart man; it didn’t take him long to put two and two together. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his tired face, “can’t date me or won’t  date me?”

“What’s the difference?” you threw up your hands in exasperation.

“You know what it is,” you groaned. You loved his tenacity but right now you just wished he’d accept what you were saying, “either way, Eddie, this is over.”

“Baby,” he tried to grab your arms but you just pulled away, “baby. Is this about what happened a few weeks ago?”

“No,” the blatant lie was obvious, “I just…I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“Give me one good reason,” he asked, some desperation creeping into his voice despite how cool he was trying to play it, “give me one good reason why we can’t be together.”

You looked at him, squarely in the face, “I don’t love you.”

And that, those four simple words, cut deeper than anything he would have expected. He knew - or at least desperately hoped - that you were lying to him. Right? Right? The last three years you’d spent together couldn’t all have been a lie, surely. The love you said was real…it couldn’t just have been pretend. That might have actually killed him.

“That’s a lie,” he said through gritted teeth as you shrugged at him, “please, wait, I…we can talk about this and figure it out.”

“There’s nothing to figure out,” your voice was barely audible as you created an even larger distance between the two of you, “it’s done.”

Eddie watched silently as you walked towards the elevator. When you stepped inside you turned around so you could face him before pressing the button for the lobby. 

“I’m sorry,” was the last thing he heard you say before the doors closed, “I’m sorry.”

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It felt like an eternity since you’d last seen Eddie. In reality, it had only been four months, but it felt like the longest time in your life. Every day without him felt achingly long and dreadful. The fact that he was famous and you had to see him in magazines, on TV, in advertisements and posters didn’t help. In some ways it was a small comfort getting to see him, but it also made your heart ache more for him. 

You had been tempted to go to his apartment and explain and try and work it out but you stopped yourself. All of this was because of you; and now you had to live with the consequences of your actions. The fact that he was on tour again helped your dilemma slightly - he wasn’t going to be home. 

Even if you were miserable, you hoped that he would be happy. He would find someone that was worthy of his love and that matched him as best as possible. Someone that wasn’t you. Maybe one day you would have your turn too…maybe.

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You groaned as you heard knocking at the door. You set down your glass with a huff before pausing the movie you were watching. You’d already gotten the pizza you ordered and had no clue what this could have been. Whatever it i was, it better have been worth getting off the couch.

“Hang on,” you called out before opening the door; you didn’t even bother to look to see who it was before opening, “what?”

“Hi,” and there stood Eddie Munson. A small, tired half smile was on his face; he looked like he’d just come from a show, that similar glow on his face, “h-hi there.”

“Eddie?” you asked softly as though it wasn’t obvious that he was standing right there in your hallway. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before leaning against the doorframe in disbelief, “w-what are you doing here?”

“I was just in the neighborhood-”

“Bullshit,” you cut him off softly, “you’ve been on tour. I thought your last show was tomorrow night?”

“Still keeping track, huh?” he teased as warmth crept into your cheeks before offering him a single affirmative nod, "the last show was umm…tomorrow but I just…I wanted to see…you."

"Me?" You pointed at yourself and he nodded with a smile, "why? After everything I said and did. I was awful to you."

"It wasn't you," he stated simply, "I mean it was you but it was…circumstances."

"Eddie-"

"Can I come in?" You stepped to the side and motioned for him to come in. Once inside, he took a look around the familiar space, feeling more at home than he had in a long time. You went into the living room and plopped on the couch. He sat down on the other end, keeping a bit of distance between your bodies, "so…"

"What are you doing here, Eddie?" you allowed yourself one little look at his face. He looked tired and run down, but there was an expression of fierce determination on his face.

"I'm here to see you," he was never one to beat around the bush, "and I guess…asking you to take me back."

Your tummy erupted in butterflies and your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest. You turned to him, "I - what…you want me to take you back?"

"It's been four months and everyday has fucking sucked," he admitted, letting out a shaky little exhale, "and its because you're not there. I…my life isn't complete without you."

"But…I," he really had to go and be the best man ever. You smiled softly at him, "why would you want to be with me?"

"Are you kidding me?" He sounded offended, as though the answer was so obvious. To him it was obvious - you were everything to him. You looked at him, searching his pretty brown eyes, "babe, I'm in love with you. Everything about you, I'm so fucking in love with you it scares me some times. I don't want anyone but you. Like ever."

"But…"

"But what?" He asked gently as you searched for the right words, "tell me, baby."

"You deserve better."

"Why?"

"'cause," you shrugged him off but he wasn't going to have it.

"Nuh uh," he moved even closer and reached for your hand, "I'm not going to let it go until you give me a real answer."

"Look at me, Eddie!" You hung your head before sighing heavily, "I'm not skinny and pretty like all those other girls! You could have any and every single one of them. They'd be so much better for you and they'd be more like you. You'd have someone that deserves you."

"Is that what…baby, is that what this has been about?" He had his light bulb moment but it was a harsh reality. This was still bugging you for so long and he hadn't even realized, "you should have…fuck, I'm so sorry I didn't realize."

"It's not like you can fix anything," you wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater, "I am what I am and I don't want to feel like I'm holding you back."

"Fuck that," he shook his head, "I barely deserve you, you're so much…you're everything. I know you don't look like some of those other girls, but so what? You're gorgeous, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I don't want anyone else."

"What if you change your mind one day?"

"I hate to break it to you, but that's never going to happen," he promised, "I love you and that's it. Nothing else matters. If anyone has anything to say, fuck 'em. They don't matter."

"Eddie…"

"Here," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, holding it out to you. You raised an eyebrow but took it gently and opened. Staring back at you was a beautiful diamond ring. Your mouth dropped open in surprise as you looked at him, "yeah. I was, ugh, I was actually planning on asking you before you broke up with me."

"You were going to ask me to marry you?" Your voice cracked as you came to the realization that he really was in it forever. Not that you had any reason to ever doubt him, it was the voices in your head that grew too loud. 

"Yeah," he whispered, his own throat thick with emotion, "I just…I wanted you to know."

"I'm sorry," you closed the box and handed it back to him slowly, "really, Eddie. I went and fucked things up."

"No, you didn't," he promised, touching your cheek, "your feelings are valid. Even though I don't agree with how you've been feeling about yourself. It also makes me mad that those girls, or anyone, would ever say something like that about anyone else. It's immature and just shows their own insecurities."

"Thank you," you put your hand on his wrist and squeezed gently, "you're the best, I hope you know that."

"I do," there was a playful little smile on his face, "because there's this amazing woman that constantly reminds me of that."

"You silly man," you couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled, "someone is going to be very lucky to have you one day."

"Yeah, I sure hope so," he snorted in amusement, "and I hope it's you."

"Me?!" 

"Of course," he was beaming at you and it was enough to make your entire body feel like jelly, "did you really think you were just going to get rid of me like that?"

"I should have known better," your heart felt lighter than it had in months, "you're a stubborn man, Eddie Munson."

"Maybe so," he traced his fingers along your jaw and down your neck, "I'm also stubborn enough to think that you might still marry me."

"I think that might be something that could happen," and yeah, you were definitely and madly in love with this man, "its definitely in the cards."

"Hmm," he mused gently, "well, it's getting pretty late…I guess I should get going."

"Stay," you held onto his arm and kept him anchored towards you, "stay."

"Are you sure?" 

"Positive," you nodded, never more sure than anything else, "please."

"I love you, baby. So much."

"I love you too, Eddie. So, so much."

[authorhjk1]

First of all, Happy New Year!

Second, holy fuck, Midnight..the idea of ending and starting a year with fucking arguably the 3 best milkers is just wild, and while a small part of me wishes you could've explore more into the foursome action and some gxg between them as well, overall it was still smoking hot, considering the timing as well releasing this right at the end of the year with the theme of fucking them 3 to end the year is quite a nice touch honestly..and that Karina sequence especially was so fucking amazing,really,thank you for such an amazing fic to close 2023 and welcome 2024..

Last but not least, looking forward for your next works too, but do take your time and no need to rush things,good luck too for all the things you do in life and i'll patiently wait for you to drop the next one whenever you have the time too,best of luck and take care!

Happy new year to you as well!

Hope you like this small scene:

You watch as Jihyo takes the condom out of your hand. Getting distracted for a moment by Karina's lips, which wrap around the tip of your cock, you almost miss out on the sight in front of you.

Standing in the door to the bathroom, you can see Jihyo walking into the shower. Eunbi is inside, sitting in a pool of warm water and her own juices. And probably Karina's as well. Her eyes are only half open, her wet hair sticking to her face, shoulders and the tiles of the wall behind her.

Too tired to react, Eunbi feels how Jihyo pulls at her jaw, forcing her mouth to open. Tilting the condom in her hand, she let's your cum fall onto the breathless Eunbi. A small puddle of cum lands on her lips and mouth, before Jihyo cheekily, changes the angle. The rest of your sperm lands on the older girl's tits.

"Oops. My bad."

Jihyo coos as she chuckles, Eunbi too drained to defend herself.

A groan escapes your lift as Karina keeps sucking you off. Her hand holds onto your base, slowly stroking it, while her lips run along your length.

By the way her eyes are closed, you can tell how much she enjoys the taste of Eunbi's slick on your cock.

"Are you getting him hard enough for me? That's so sweet of you."

Jihyo is standing behind the youngest, who's eyes are now open in surprise and anger.

"(Y/n) just wrecked your pussy again. It's my turn, greedy slut."

Karina pouts as you glance at the window. It used to be completely fogged, due to the steam of the hot water coming from the shower. But Karina's face, which is completely wet by now, cleaned the window nicely. You pressed her against it as you took her from behind. The puddle of her cum is still staining the floor and parts of the windowsill.

Jihyo pulls at Karina's hair, making the younger hiss in pain as she gets forced off your cock.

"You better fuck me good, baby boy."

Jihyo takes you hand and walks out of the bathroom, just like Karina did a few hours ago.

Jihyo's tits feel like heaven. They are tightly wrapped around your cock as she kneels in front of you, while you lie on the bed. Her soft mounds move up and down, sandwiching your cock in between.

Karina is lying next to you, Eunbi's head buried between her thighs. The youngest moans as the oldest fucks her pussy with her tongue. Eunbi was shy about it at first, but is now getting into it. Karina's hands try to hold onto something, until they find your body. Her nails dig painfully into the skin on your arm and chest.

"Are you gonna shoot your load all over mommy's tits, baby?"

You are barely able to nod. Jihyo has a good eye, you are already close.

She spits into her cleavage, enabling her to move up and down your length even faster.

"Good boys always cum on their mommy's boobs."

Jihyo's eyes are fixated on yours as she tries to predict the exact moment in which you're gonna cum.

Next to you, Karina's moans have reached another high and so does her body. Her thighs trap Eunbi's head in place as she cums on the older girl's face.

"Unnie!"

Her sweet voice makes the word sound lewd and erotic.

It slowly pushes you over the edge as well.

"Cum for us. Jizz all over my tits."

You finally follow Jihyo's order.

You start exploding, your load coating her chest with your cum. She moans in satisfaction, feeling the warm liquid on her skin.

"That's a good boy."

She sighs, letting your cock fall out of the space between her tits.

Eunbi was able to force her head out of Karina's pussy by now. She is now straddling you, impaling herself on your cock. The sudden penetration makes you groan.

"Please breed me, baby."

She moans loudly.

"Can you get me pregnant?"

That whispered question makes you hard immediately. You are suddenly aware that Eunbi is riding you. Raw.

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Thank you for always reading my stuff, I will make sure to keep writing as soon as possible.

Stay healthy!

[bluepallilworld]

A Tear's Soul

Part 1: All is certainly well in this fine world

Mimosa barely had the time to register what was happening before he was warped elsewhere by his happy-go-lucky friend. 

He was used to Lint’s instantaneous portals with how often he had been ambushed but the sensation never failed to be truly bizarre.

It felt like dipping your toes in lukewarm water then suddenly you were drenched and dry at the same time. And in a random place you did not ask to go.

The instant the shock runned out of his system, Mimosa whirled around and hit Lint’s head with the side of his hand.

“LINT, COME ON! Couldn’t this at least wait after breakfast? I’m hungry…”

Lint’s only reaction was to giggle so hard she toppled down on the wooden floor.

“Where would be the fun in that? If you really wanted that breakfast, you should have woken up earlier!”

“...You would just have come even earlier if I did that, wouldn’t you?”

She smiled and stood up, whistling and buzzing around.

The kid sighed and started looking around.

Where were they?

The floor was wooden and a little dusty, the walls were pretty bare except for some weird unrecognizable knick-knacks on shelves. The room was small.

“Whom closet did you zap us in?”

Lint tsked and wiggled her finger in front of his face.

“You’re really”, she pointed to a big dent in a wall, “not a good detective, uh?” 

Mimosa stared hard at the dent. It looked a bit like a puppy’s face? It reminded him of when they played hide-and-seek with Mu’s at her second home and he just rammed his elbow so hard into a wall it damaged the wall. It didn't hurt but it left its mark on the house.

Wait.

He gasped at the realization.

“SINCE WHEN CAN YOU POP DIRECTLY INTO TODDH’S POCKET DIMENSION?!! I thought you couldn’t go farther than the entrance?”

He shook his friend hard in his barely contained excitation.

They were at Mu’s!!!

“Well, it took me a few tries. I’m not sure I’m welcome alone here anymore by the way?”

“Why did you teleport us here? I thought you’d wanted to go exploring or somethin?”

“...You told me you missed Mu and she wouldn’t come back for at least another week sooo.”

Mimosa hugged her. He did indeed miss his younger sister but he didn’t think it was that obvious.

“Eh, couldn’t have my best friend slash “half-brother-from-another-multiverse” mopping, now?”

He buried his head into her shoulder while she rubbed his back.

“We should get out of this closet and go look for your little princess, don’t you think?”

He nodded and pushed away the other to get to the door handle. He didn’t get that far as the girl shoved him away and opened the door first.

She runned out all while shouting:

“THE LAST ONE TO FIND HER IS WET NOODLE!”

And as he, for sure, didn’t want to be a wet noodle, the boy dashed at his turn and they raced through the long corridor, crashing into furniture and laughing their heads off.

Sadly, he tripped on one of his treacherous tentacles (a fairly common occurrence) and tumbled down quite fast with a yelp. His “friend” just snickered at his misfortune and disappeared behind a corner.

Aw, he didn’t want to be the wet noodle…

He plopped down against the floor, starfish-style, and examined his surroundings. He was still in a corridor. That house had too much of those. 

He craned his skull around to examine the few doors he could see from this angle.

Among the very unremarkable doors, one stood out. It was white with flowers painted all over it. The skill of the painting varied a lot and those near the bottom were merely child scribbles.

The skeleton propped himself on his elbows and stared at the door, right-sided.

It was Mu’s room.

Maybe the pasta fate would not befall on him in the end?

The slats creaked despite his best attempts to be sneaky and he cracked the door open a smidge before peeking inside.

A small skeleton was sitting there, playing on the ground with a hoop. Quiet, she was making it roll harshly against the floor until it hit the wall and got launched back at her. She then caught it with the tentacle wrapped cozily around her throat and shoulders and began the process anew.

There she was.

He readied himself to call her when a weight on his head startled him.

“FOUND HER! I WON!”, shouted Lint from above.

How did she even do that, she was slightly smaller than him! That thought was one of the many that went through his mind as she leaped over leaning on his shoulders.

Back to the ground.

Mu looked at them for a second, nodded, then went back to her game, unbothered.

Lint danced, chanting “wet noodle, wet noodle”, looking rather pleased.

He weakly protested that he found her first to which he got the counter argument; he didn't announce it first so that was null and void.

Fair.

They spent some time together, each doing their very own stuff.

Lint was trying to improve her cartwheels (with various success) all while chittering about some story he half-listened to, she tried to coax them into leaving for an adventure a few times but didn’t insist for once so she kept doing clumsy cartwheels.

Mu continued her game, focused on it, Mimosa ignored the action's goal but she was fully entranced by it (despite glancing in his direction a few times, probably wondering about what he was doing).

He was cutting paper shapes with scissors and gluing those to pins he found in a box. 

Once he was satisfied with the amount of paper shapes, he tapped gently on Mu’s shoulder to get her attention. She turned around and tilted her head before eyeing a notebook laying on the ground next to her.

“You don’t have to use your book if you don’t feel like it, I won’t ask complex questions.”

His mute sister nodded and gave him her whole attention.

He pointed at his work.

“Would you like it if I put some of these on your hat to keep company to your flower pin?”

Her eyelights grew two sizes before he even finished his sentence, she stuck her hands in the pockets on each extremity of the drooping bunny ears of her dark colored hat and excitedly moved up her arms, showing the paws design sewed on that side of the pockets.

“I’ll take that for a yes!”

Mu nodded so hard her hat would have flipped away if her hands weren’t still stuffed in.

He pointed to the paper shapes and asked her to point to the ones she’d like most.

She didn’t hesitate and picked anything vaguely flower shaped plus one that looked like a lemon (or an eye?). When he interrogated her on that choice, she just uncurled her tentacle, revealing the rest of her face and smiled.

“Ok, ok, sit there and don’t move.”

He started to stick the paper bits as carefully as he could and Lint joined him on the task soon after.

They did that for a moment, he had to stop Mu from wiggling too much a few times as she grew impatient and excited.

Once they were done and confident it would hold for long enough to be satisfying, they released the small monster and she all but ran to the mirror.

Watching her twirl around in joy released a special wave of warmth in his soul. Those moments reminded him how lucky he was to still have her, how lucky he was that Fancy and the one before him found her when she had been lost and how lucky they had been to be reunited during an unplanned playtrip. 

He saw Lint watching him thoughtful in the corner of his eyes but he didn’t call her out on that.

However, when she turned her gaze back toward the mirror anew and her eyelights shrieked to almost pinpoints.

Uh?

He turned his head to discover an absence of any twirling sister and shot up.

“Where?”

Something poked his shoulder.

Lint was in front of him.

He turned around.

Nothing.

Lint was glaring at random corners.

Poc.

He looked to his left then more thoroughly to his right.

Then he was promptly yoinked from the ground by something above.

“AH-”

A hand stopped his shout and he looked at his aggressor’s face.

…Nip. 

The dark-boned-mixed-rabbit-skeleton grinned at him and made a sign to keep quiet. He reluctantly nodded and fred his mouth. 

Nipal was a strange fellow that liked far too much scaring others in his opinion, but it came with the fact he had been born from a bad dream he guessed.

Other than that, he was pretty okay.

And also holding him with a leg while crouched on all four on the ceiling.

Nip giggled silently and he watched Lint getting more and more agitated on the ground.

She was looking everywhere for them and despite glancing up a few times, Nip always moved just in time to hide from her sight.

The demon was talented in this stuff.

Nip moved towards a wall and put him on the top of a closet using only one floating hand. Mu was already waiting there and looked absolutely giddy at the event.

Nip went back to tormenting Lint and one of the puffy ends of his bunny ears almost smacked him when he turned.

Hm. Mimosa got himself comfy to admire the chaos. 

He shrugged.

That might as well happen.

Nip played for another five minutes at pocking the distraught girl running around on the floor before leaping behind her, shifting his form to a huge furry rabbit monster and caught her from behind in a hug.

Lint screamed bloody murder and Mu drew a line in her notebook. He peeked at the page… 15 was scribbled next to a vaguely bunny shaped scribble and a bit fat zero next to three bows. It looked like she had been keeping score.

He giggled. Hopefully Lint won’t see that.

This one was now hitting and biting the smug adult -to be confirmed, Nip always lied when they asked his age. 

After a bit of shifting and a whole lot of being picked up and scaling things for no reason, they all finally ended up all sitting in the center of the room.

Nipal Twees, once again in his more regular shape, clapped his hands together.

“That was amusing, how are you guys doing?”

He did not wait for their answer as he wiggled his left ear, distracting little Mu that was sitting on his lap.

“Now, kids, Toddh went out to get Fancy. Boy is taking a bit long to bring back groceries.”

Where was he going with that?

“...Kitchen’s free, who wanna bake? Badly of course!”

They answered their agreement, loudly. 

What a good idea, he was famished.

And like that, they made a beeline for the kitchen and promptly started to try baking… something…

They didn’t have any recipe and Fancy’s cookbook was creepy so they boycotted that idea.

Each busied themselves with a task they thought would help making… something?

The result was barely palatable and the kitchen was very close to what someone would consider “ruined”. 

He would not talk about the general state of their outfits. The aprons they put on had been near useless in keeping the mess at bay.

They made a game of trying to eat the biggest part without making faces. Nip was quickly banned from playing as he was unbothered by the taste and even claimed to enjoy it.

The sound of keys in a door made them all freeze.

Toddh was back.

annnnd that's the end of part one 🎶

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Shine, Malignance, Bow/Butterfly and Calligraphy (mentioned) belong to @creative-firebug <3

The rest is mine owu

Tagging as requested: @shinechermont

(if someone desires to be tagged in the other parts, tell me (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) )

👉👈tagging @zu-is-here because the whole idea of that project was born because of a discussion I had with her (no I'm not telling what it was about) (zuz tell me if you want me to tag you in the other parts or not :D)

bonus:

I thought it'd be fun to put a link to the first time I put Mimosa in a comic (almost 4 years ago), I have evolved a bit

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Word count: 2600+

Warnings: swearing, otherwise mostly fluff

Part XXVI | Part XXVIII

Next few days it rained just as Tamlin had predicted. Thanks to him you had enough food, the only problem was the fast running out herbs. Not wanting to go out, it was a great chance to practice your magic abilities. High Lord always sat down with you, watching over you. Whenever you had trouble, he offered advice. It wasn't easy after so many years of not using your powers, but it was fun and the two of you laughed a lot when things didn't turn the way you wanted them.

Except of that there was nothing much to do. You couldn't go out and moreover as a result of your reckless run in the rain you caught a cold, so looking out the window and wishing the downpour finally stopped was all you were allowed to do.

Tamlin banned you from the kitchen, making you sit whole day in front of the hearth while he took care of everything. Including you. He wouldn't even let you go up the stairs on your own. You suspected that if he wanted he could cure you with a single snap of fingers, but for some reason he didn't want to. But you couldn't complain at all.

It was pleasant to have somebody to care for you, especially when they did it with such love. Every refilling of your mug was accompanied by kiss on crown of your head and kind smile. Every fixing of the blanket or handing you a book, got you a soft, sweet kiss on cheek and gentle caress. No need to say that you actually spent more time sitting on his lap than on your own. Your chest swelled every time Tamlin slipped into your armchair, pulling you to his strong body.

Bad weather also gave you a lot of time to talk, to really talk about things that bothered you. You patiently listened to his life story, about his family, years in father's army and everything that hurt him while Amarantha pushed him to sacrifice his friends, made him watch the death of so many innocent lives right before his eyes and then just for fun tortured girl he liked and even killed her. He told you about what happened after Amarantha died, all the nightmares that haunted him for months, the echo of the crack of neck that followed him every second of every day. He intentionally skipped the part about your brother being an ass, but you already heard about it from Feyre.

You knew he didn't want you to pity him and you tried not to, but it was hard. You reassured him that he did all he could to protect his Court and held him when you were short for words.

When it was your turn to share pieces of you, well, you didn't have much to say. Your family wasn't perfect, but it wasn't as bad as Tamlin's. Your mother, cousin, brother and his friends made sure you had a quite happy childhood and the only really bad, traumatic thing that happened to you, was the night you lost your mother and your memories.

"Tamlin, I want to thank you," you whispered into the crook of his neck when your tears finally dried. He was gently rocking you while drawing circles on your back with his warm hand. "If it wasn't for you, I would be dead."

He shook his head dismissively. His body was tense as you shared what you saw that night, his jaw still clenched, tips of his claws slightly jabbing the skin of your hip where he held you. You couldn't see his face from this angle, but you could imagine his frown, cold emerald eyes full of hate and rage gazing into the dancing flames. He looked like that when he told you about his father and brothers. All those years when he tried not to get in their way, keeping it low to survive, left a lot of hatred and anger in him. "I could do more. I-"

"You did enough," you stopped him. "I'm alive just because you were there. You aren't responsible for whatever happened to me afterwards."

He looked down at you in disbelieve. "I knew they had somebody in dungeons. I should have done something, help you escape."

"I thought that we already talked about this, but never mind," you spoke calmly with a soft sigh. "Let's say you went down there and helped me get out. What would have happened to you after that? They would have punished you or even worse."

He leaned to the side, putting as much distance as possible in between you which wasn't much in your current position. His hands fell to armrests, claws fully slid out. "It doesn't matter what they would have done to me."

"It matters..a lot.. To me, it matters.."

He watched you out of the corner of his eye and then sighing pulled you into another hug. He looked defeated.

"We can't change the past, Tamlin. But I'm glad you didn't go down there to find out what your father was up to. If you did, I might have never met you again. And we wouldn't be here now, holding each other."

At that moment air crackled with static energy and Rhysand winnowed in.

"Horrible weather," he grunted, shaking drops of rain from his cloak. Last few days he was too busy and only sent you messages. You didn't expect him to appear anytime soon.

Rhys looked around, his gaze fell to you watching him with wide eyes from Tamlin's lap. He froze in shock, his face colour changing from warm tanned to white and then to red.

"Hands off of my sister," he hissed. "Just a few days! I don't show up for few fucking days and you already dare to touch her? Like this?"

Tamlin sighed looking away and without a word began to gently push you from his lap so he could stand up. You knew he couldn't stand your brother's visits and rather disappeared on the second floor, but you needed to put a stop to this stupid situation. You clung to him, holding him in place. He raised a brow at you, but you only smiled at him.

"You didn't knock," you said in sweet voice to Rhysand whose eyes were jumping between you and High Lord of Spring.

"What?" He sputtered angrily.

"Do you remember when we talked about finding happiness?" You were calm as you looked up at him. His talons scratched the walls around your mind and you let him in.

What does this mean, sweetheart? I'd love you to stand up. Now.

Rhys, I'm happy.

You could feel flush spreading on your cheeks. Talking about this kind of feelings was something you'd never done with your brother nor he mentioned his lovers to you in the past. It was probably the only border you two kept intact.

What?! With him? You can't be serious. If you want a High Lord we can try to figure something out. But you.. and him.. Rhys' voice in your head was almost pleading.

I don't want a High Lord. I don't care about such things at all and you know that very well. I-.. I have feelings for him, Rhys. Do you.. understand? He might be my happy ending.

Admitting this much, you were too shy to even look your brother in eyes.

Meanwhile Tamlin stayed still, watching you with concern. Hands that he respectively put on armrests in presence of your brother, inched closer.

"Everything okay?" he murmured, so only you heard him. You nodded.

Rhysand left your mind and silently considered something. Hands at his sides curled into fists, his knuckles white.

"Can I have a word with you?" he asked Tamlin after a while. He frowned at him, but nodded. This time you let him stand up, watching as the two stepped out into the rain. You couldn't help it and sneaked closer to the front door. Through window you could see Rhysand pacing in the rain back and forth, fingers running through his already damp hair. Tamlin stood on doorstep, arms crossed on his chest, his back to you.

Rhysand stopped pacing and turned to him. "Do you like her?"

Tamlin nodded.

"C'mon," Rhys grunted, rolling his eyes. "I mean, do you really like her? No games, no.. getting back on me or something like that..?"

He again only nodded, no words. Rhysand stared him down, gritting his teeth.

"I love her, Rhysand," Tamlin finally spoke so lowly you almost didn't hear him over the sound of rain. "She is my everything."

Your heart swelled. He said that he loved you. Aloud. You talked a lot these last few days, but except of the 'I like you' he told you before, he hadn't expressed his feelings so directly. It was all just small lovely gestures here, soft kisses everywhere except of your lips there. Hearing him to express his feelings so openly brought tears to your eyes.

"I really hope you mean it," Rhysand snarled threateningly. "If you ever even try to think about hurting her-"

"I know. You'll find a way to revenge. I already heard that once before."

In a blink of eye Rhys stood in front of Tamlin, fisting the front of his shirt. His violet-blue eyes shone dangerously. "I'm not joking. Your kin already took me whole my family. She is the only one left. I won't silently watch her being used, hurt and thrown away by any male."

"I will never do any of that," Tamlin hissed in answer, his chest vibrating with growl, but otherwise he hadn't moved an inch, glaring down on your brother. He was just a few centimetres taller than him, but his frame was much sturdier, especially his upper body.

"Good," Rhys released his shirt still glaring at him and stepped back. "You better remember that."

Then he looked straight at you. See you next time, sweetheart. If anything, send me a message. You know how.

"Take very, very good care of her, Tam. She is the most precious person in the world." And with that he was gone.

Tamlin shook his head and grunting something under his breath he opened the door. As soon as he was inside, you rushed to him and squeezed him in firm embrace. Without thinking you stood up on your tiptoes and your lips landed on his. He went rigid, eyes widening.

You realized what you'd done and in shame started to pull away. Tamlin's hand clasped the back of your head and holding you in place his lips parted slightly and brushed over yours. So slowly, he claimed them in tender kiss, not rushing anywhere. Heart thundering in your chest, you kissed him back.

After a minute or two when your lungs burned with lack of oxygen, he broke the kiss and looked down at you, all flushed with glazed eyes. His fingertips brushed away an unruly strand of hair from your face, sliding down to your jaw.

He moved so fast you didn't see it. His next kiss was nothing like the first one. It was wild and hot and needy, war of lips, teeth and tongues. He kissed you like a starving man, devouring and exploring every inch of your mouth, sucking out all air from you.

One of his hands travelled down your body to your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh. You moaned into his mouth drawing a growl from him. Your back arched, chest brushing against the chest. There was no time to take a gulp of air and you were starting to feel light-headed.

Before you could pass out he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours, eyes closed. Both of you were heaving heavily, lips swollen.

"Gods," you whispered and he laughed, his breath fanning your face. You were drunk on his scent, now suffocatingly stronger.

"You taste like strawberries." He pecked your cheek, lips trailing to your jaw and down the column of your neck to the shoulder. He didn't miss even that sensitive spot under your ear. You bit on your lower lip, holding back another moan.

"Say it again," you pleaded breathlessly.

"What? About the strawberries?" he smile into your skin.

"No. What you told to Rhys."

"Aah, you mean that part that I won't hurt you."

"No, not that."

"Then what?" He was teasing you while his lips and hands explored your body.

"You are such a tease. The other thing you told him."

"Hmm," he pretended to think about it, his mouth slowly returning back to the spot under your ear. He licked the sensitive skin and lightly nipped at it. The moan escaped you before you could stop it. "You mean the 'love you' part?"

You hummed in agreement, unable to think straight with his soft lips playing with your earlobe while whispering words in hoarse deep voice that made your toes curl.

Tamlin stopped teasing you and scanning your face with interest, he waited until you opened your eyes and focused. He caressed your cheek with feather-light touch, fingers barely touching you. The other arm held you firmly to his body. You could feel every shift of his muscles. Bright emerald eyes found yours.

"I love you, Y/N," he said little nervously. "From bottom of my heart, I love you."

Your heart skipped few beats and you closed your eyes again. It wasn't the first time somebody confessed to you, but this was so different. It felt so right as if you were born only for this, waiting for him your entire life.

You ran your fingers along his shoulder blades, ends of his golden hair tickling your knuckles. You inhaled deeply and found his gaze.

"I love you, Tamlin," you breathed out.

"Thank the Mother," his tense shoulders relaxed a little, "I already thought you won't say it."

You huffed amused. He leaned down and gave you a peck, licked his bottom lip and gave you another and another and soon you were kissing again. His chest vibrated with growl.

"I dreamt about this so many times, but it's actually much better than I imagined."

"You dreamt about this?" You quirked a brow, nuzzling to his neck.

Muscle in his jaw flexed. "I did. Every night when I couldn't sleep, I tried to imagine holding you like this and kissing you."

You giggled. "Liar. You made it up now."

He laughed, the sound echoing in that broad chest of his. You snuggled to him even closer, enjoying the beautiful sound. "No, I didn't."

You blushed so fiercely you were glad he couldn't see your face.

"Shouldn't we make some dinner?" you asked after a while.

"No," his hands nestled on your waist. "You should go sit down and wrap up into blanket while I prepare something to eat."

He started to gently push you back towards your armchair.

"Nooo," you pleaded. "I sat all day long. I want to do something too."

"Fine," he cooed adding a log to fire. He snapped fingers and a tome fell into your lap. You immediately read its title, your fingers already prickling with curiosity. "Will you read to me while I cook then?"

"Seriously?" You pouted. He just nodded, chuckling. He knew you loved reading and used your weakness against you, knowing you wouldn't be able to resist. You opened the book on the first page, eager to find out what kind of story Tamlin chose and started reading it aloud.

You only stopped to eat and then Tamlin took the book and read to you until you fell asleep on his lap. Marking your progress he put the book aside. Carefully he picked you up and carried you to the bed. Throwing the blanket over you, he snuggled up to you, kissed your forehead and smiling fell asleep.

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[writingjourney]

I DONT REMEMBER IF I SUBMITTED THIS ALREADY BUT LIKE-

Copia cuddles!!! I need them!!! I need to smoosh my face into his silly chest I need to wrap my arms around him and nap!!!!

I'm sorry I took so long to reply. You're so right anon, I know for sure that this would fix me. I need to shove my face into his tiddies and sleep for a whole day 😭

// anyway, here's a short blurb, content: just under 500 words, gn!reader, napping in his office after he (literally) caught you falling asleep at his desk ♡

He tries to keep his hand as steady as possible. Your head weighs heavy on his wrist but this is still better than if it met the hard walnut tabletop in front of you. Copia barely caught it, your drooping face, and he’d reached out before he could think too much about it. Now he sits at the most awkward angle, bent into your direction with his gloved hand floating in midair between your cheek and his desk. 

You’re drooling into his palm, neck bent in a way that promises a painful cramp any minute now. A decision has to be made if he wants to use his hand again. He could finish his reading with you napping on him – his desk chair is spacious enough – but he has to get you into a safe position in his lap first. 

When he starts pulling his hand in the direction of his chest, you snore into the quiet of his office and he startles so violently that he almost drops your head. It’s quite impressive how deeply you have fallen asleep within such a short time frame but then again he knows you’ve been working harder than is healthy, short nights and long days sacrificed to the very translation he is reading for approval right now. And you did such a good job with it.

Copia hooks his other arm around your waist, securing you with his hand safely spread over your belly. Then he pulls, trying to drag you over, and for a moment he thinks his spine might snap. This is not the angle he should lift you in but his choices are limited. With a deep inhale he heaves you into his lap, exerting all the strength he can conjure into his lanky arms. He huffs out the deep breath he took once you settle, falling slack against his upper body. If this won’t convince you to finally get some rest and take a break then it will be a Papal order next.

A sigh tickles his neck then and for a moment he thinks you wake. But instead you burrow deep into his chest, nuzzling for a moment before you release another snore. The angle is still awkward and he pulls you upwards until your cheek rests safely atop his shoulder. Your legs are swung over his and he repositions you until you’re secure within the confines of his desk chair, feet dangling over the armrest. 

Only when Copia feels your even exhales tickling his neck does he pick up the translation again. But as he tries to regain his focus, his gaze is weary and he can’t quite read the words. Your sleepiness seems catching and with your soft body atop his like the world’s most precious weighted blanket, he finds it easy to give into temptation. Perhaps he can rest his eyes for a moment as well, just a few minutes.

BTW if you like this sort of fluffy thing, you should check out @ramblingoak ‘s little nap series here and here for similar nappy vibes :) ♡

[yuuchama]

♠️🖋❤️

"This is bad." Deuce struggled to raise his head, instead slumping his shoulders and staring down at the notes in front of him. The writing started out neat and tidy but gradually became illegible, eventually fumbling off the page and marking the desk with ink.

Ace tried not to draw attention to the fit of giggles he had been overcome with. He kept looking away and clearing his throat now that the lecture had ended. Looking straight at Deuce without laughing was an impossible task.

"Dude..." he snickered. "That's a wild black eye you've got there."

"Shut it, Ace. If you knew I fell asleep during class, you should've woken me up."

Deuce sighed and buried his face in his hands, which only made things funnier. His palm smeared whatever eye makeup hadn't already been smudged, making him look beat up. His hands appeared to be covered in soot and a quarter of his face was a blurry mess of makeup instead of the usual elegant spade design.

It took a minute for Deuce to realize what happened. It was hard to tell if any got on his black uniform sleeves. He gazed at his dirty hands with despair. "Dang it. I don't have anything to fix this. The housewarden's gonna have my head."

Doubled over and clenching his stomach, Ace wiped a tear from his eye. At least one half of their combo remembered to seal his makeup that morning. "Don't sweat it! I have something that can help, don't worry."

It was a suspicious offer, but a sign of hope. Deuce would do anything if it meant avoiding Riddle's wrath. "Seriously? You carry black makeup? Uh, why?"

"Just in case! You should be thanking me instead of asking all these questions. What if I decide to change my mind, hmm?" Ace reached into his pencil case and started rooting around. He put on a great show of being serious. With one hand wrapped around something inside, he motioned for Deuce to come closer.

"Lean this way and close your eyes. There's not much time before Trein's next lecture."

Deuce grunted. Ace was right, and he didn't want to tarnish his future honor student reputation any further. The chair squeaked against the floor as he pushed it and swung his legs over the side. "I'll leave this to you, then. You can use the handkerchief in my bag."

"Great."

Ace hummed as he worked. Removing the blurry mess with Deuce's handkerchief came first, holding nothing back as he scrubbed his dorm mate's skin raw. Then it was time to reapply everything.

He gripped Deuce's chin, angling it upwards towards the light. "Hold still."

"Do you even know how to draw a spade?" Deuce asked.

"Hah? Who doesn't? What do you take me for?"

"It's just... you're taking a really long time to do this. Professor Trein's gonna come back soon."

"You really want to say that to the guy helping you out right now?"

Deuce got the point and remained silent. Applying his makeup usually didn't sting this much. He hoped he wouldn't get poked in the eye or have something inappropriate drawn in the end. Ace wouldn't go that far, right?

After a few blows to dry his face with Ace's gross breath, Deuce could finally relax. Ace proclaimed, "There. All done!"

"You really drew a spade, right?"

"Quit suspecting me! 'Course I did!" Ace turned to the student behind them. "Hey, what's this thing on Deuce's face look like?"

The student, caught off guard, glanced up from their phone. "Huh? The spade?"

"Yes, exactly. Thank you."

Deuce wished he had his handkerchief back to wipe the smug grin off Ace's face. "Alright, thanks. I really appreciate it, you've saved me."

"No problem, anytime. I'll even do your makeup tomorrow if you want." Ace began tidying up his desk space, straightening his notebook and putting his tools back, while Deuce returned his chair to its original position.

Deuce froze mid-chair scoot and narrowed his eyes. "What is that."

Ace pretended not to hear him. Deuce rose a shaky finger to his eye, gently tapping the sore skin.

He lowered his voice to a threat. "Dude. I swear to the Seven, if you just drew on my face with permanent marker..."

There was no time for Ace to enjoy the mischief, he had to stifle his laughter into his shirt as Trein finally returned and the students went quiet. He walked to the front podium and put his books down. A "pfft" snuck out the instant Deuce whacked Ace's chair with his foot.

A peeved off Deuce clenched his pen and mouthed, "this isn't over."

[justtryingtobecreative]

Neteyam x Human Reader, Chapter 3

(Tw: Smut, Size kink)

It's a more tame chapter compared to the others, but the others are very very smutty... so there is plenty of smut in here.

First chapter linked at the bottom!

The morning after your evening with Neteyam had been suprisingly calm. You going about your business like usual and actually intending to help around with the last of the preperations. You had awoken right on time, calmly going about your morning ritual.

That is... until you stepped in front of the mirror.

Neteyam had left bruises absolutely everywhere, bright red hickeys scattered all over your neck, hand shaped marks right on your forearms, your knees chaved because of the tile, and then you didn't even mention the now familiar but still painfull ache between your legs.

He had absolutely demolished you, and you had loved every damn second of it.

You placed your hands over your eyes in shame, how in the absolute hell were you going to face him again? After he had seen you that way?

You gathered yourself quickly, grabbing another jacket to cover the marks. You would have to make do with this, even though the weather outside was way to warm for this.

It was time to face the day...

~~~

It didn't take you long to get to the rest of the clan, you meeting up with Kiri, Spider and Lo'ak to help set up the temple for the upcoming visit. Jake had put you and Spider on drape duty, the two of you tasked with gathering all the pretty pieces of cloth available to cover the tree's.

Neteyam had been forced to help Mi'ak with something again at the other side of the clearing, them both seeming to look at different colours of pillows. Although your big blue guy seemed not at all interested in the task, rather in shooting aprehensive glances toward you and the human boy instead. His face screaming 'I dislike Spider'.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Spider called your name, his hands clutched around a blue cloth as he crouched beside the now smaller pile of drapes.

"Y/n if i sit you on my shoulders, you might be able to reach that branch. Don't you think?" Spider pointed at a nearby tree, right to where an annoyingly empty branch sat that had been taunting the both of you for too long now.

"Ugh you are totally right we need to hang one there to finish it up, but can't we just ask Neteyam to do it?" You asked uncertainly, gesturing toward your big blue guy standing a few feet away.

Spiders eyes widened as he fidgeted with his hands. "No!... i mean. No. We shouldn't bother him!" Spider said a bit too loudly, giving you an awkward smile before quickly glancing behind you.

"Uhm allright then? You sure you can hold me steady?" You asked as a frown appeared on your face. He was really acting strange today, your eyes darted toward where he was looking behind you.

There was nothing there except a locked in conversation Jake and Norm. You turned back to Spider shaking your head, it was probably nothing.

The boy smirked at you as he jokingly flexed his arm muscle. You really tried not to compare the human to his Na'vi counterpart... you kind of did anyway. "Nooo these guns can carry anything!" He said as he walked closer to you turning around so his back was angled toward you. "Now i'm gonna bend down and you have to simply put your legs over my shoulders and around my head! Allright?" He seemed strangely eager, but you again didn't comment.

You nodded, "Oh okay then, i suppose we could just do it ourselves." You relented grabbing the blue cloth and handing it to spider before taking a stand behind him.

You took an uncertain step toward him grasping onto his shoulders, "Your sure right?" You ask softly, letting out a sigh when Spider nodded.

"Okay here i go!" You say as you push yourself upwards on his back.

You jump up to place your legs over his shoulders. Suprisingly landing quite well and somehow keeping the both of you steady. "Holy fuck!" You yelped as he suddenly stood up effectively lifting you off the floor.

"See? I can totally carry you." He exclaimed with  a grin as he casually strolled toward the tree, you did notice him shake a little but didn't comment on it. Rather glad you could spend this fun moment with your friend.

"Fuck yeah! You did great!" You whoop laughing loudly.

Spider laughed as well before slowly falling silent.

"Say Y/n, can i ask you something?"

"Ye sure." You murmur more focussed on the branch.

"Norm told me they do this thing called, 'dating' on earth.. would you maybe want to.."

He was interupted as you let out a swear, almost tumbling off his shoulder. An action that had been quite on purpose, your heart dropping at his sudden question.

You really thought the two of you had agreed to atleast wait till the rest of the kids mated... you were not sure where this sudden question came from. What in the hell were you going to tell him? You really didn't want to hurt your friend.

You quickly directed his attention back to the task at hand.

You stretch your arm out as far as you could go, your fingers just touching the branch, "Shit, i can almost reach it but no way that i'm hanging it from down here,"

"Well maybe you could climb up a bit? Can you reach the branch below that one?" He seemed a bit dejected he didn't get to finish his question, but you didn't comment.

"Hm let's see.., i think i can do that." You reached toward the other branch, pulling yourself up and off Spiders shoulders before clumsily standing up on the branch.

"I'll throw the cloth toward you! Wait up!" Spider yelled as he wrapped the cloth into a ball, easily throwing it toward your form. It bounced off your head before you caught it, your balance thrown off a bit as you tried to regain your footing.

Thankfully you managed to grasp the branch above you to steady yourself. "Sorry!" Spider yelped, you giving him an annoyed glance as you finally wrap the cloth around the branch.

"Okay thank fuck that's over, does it look okay like this?" You ask as you observe the blue cloth among the others.

"I think it looks good!" Spider yelled up sticking up his thumbs.

"Okay I'm going to jump down," you yell as you slowly get down on the branch your fingers grabbing the rough bark as you dangle yourself down.

"Yes, I'll catch you down here!" Spider yelled back, you unable to see him.

"Okay! I'm letting go... now!" You yell as you release yourself from the branch, the feeling of weightlessnes filling your stomach as you fall into Spiders awaiting arms.

You feel him wrap his arms around your hips effectively steadying you, you hovering in his arms. "Wow! Good catch Spider!" You said causing the boy to blush.

He took a step back from the tree to fully let you down, his feet catching on a root. The fall instant as the both of you tumbled down on the hard dirt.

You let out a whimper as you gathered yourself, feeling spider move below you as you had landed right on top of him just seconds before. "I'm so sorry!" You murmer trying to sit up, his arms holding you in place against him.

"Uhm.... Spider? You wanna let go?" You asked confusedly, grabbing his hands on your waist to pull them off.

"Uhm... yes... just a second" He said dazedly turning red as his hands slid down to your hips. He sat up a little, moving his face toward yours. "I still need to ask you my question."

"Come on Spider i really want to get up." It seemed like he didn't hear you, his eyes zeroing in on your lips.

His fingers started digging into your skin.

You averted your head, "Miles! Let. Me. Go!" You finally shouted pushing him away harshly, him landing with his back on the floor as you shuffled to get away from him.

He seemed to gain his bearings quickly, your mind still running eighty miles an hour. It was terrifying to feel he had held you down so easily, even more because he was a friend.

He started crawling toward you, harshly startling you from your thoughts."I'm so sorry Y/n! I did not want to hurt you!" Spider said pleadingly reaching out his hand to grab your hand.

He grabbed your wrist instead, him stopping you as you again tried to leave the situation. He tried to pull you toward him, not stopping his insistant pleading "I need you to listen to me! I really..."

He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as he was suddenly ripped off of you, him letting out a scream as he harshly landed on the ground.

"What do you think your doing?" Neteyam yelled loudly rising to his full height as he towered over the boy, Spider slowly managing to get to his feet.

"Fuck man! It was nothing, just a misunderstanding." Spider said angrily as he finally got to his feet, instantly trying to push past the tall Na'vi to get to you.

Neteyam placed a finger on the boy's chest, easily pushing him back to where he stood before. "This is my last warning." He gritted out through his teeth as he leaned down toward the boys face, his jaw clenched and an absolute livid look in his eyes as he stared Spider down.

The boy started to push past him again "Come on! Please forgive me Y/n! I didn't mean it like that!" He tried to catch your attention, you yourself trying to ignore him. Neteyam pushed him back with his whole hand now causing Spider to stumble backwards.

"I said. Back. Off." He cornered him against the tree, your big blue guy becoming more agitated by the second as the boy still didn't back down.

"Why are you coming between us? This is between me and her!" Spider yelled harshly hitting his fist on the Na'vi's stomach with all his might, suprisingly catching him offguard with his punch and managing to push him back a few steps.

This opening made a perfect opening for spider to slip through as he stumbled toward you, grasping your arm in a strong grip. His fingers digging into your skin as you tried to pull away, "Y/n come on! You know I didn't mean to hurt you!" He basically shouted in your face cornering you closer against a nearby tree.

"Your hurting my arm!" You whimpered tears appearing in your eyes.

Spider was ripped off you again you letting out a choked gasp, him getting tackled to the ground this time. Neteyam holding him down as he punched him. He was like a wild beast as he threw his fists left and right, his opponent barely able to hit him back at all.

"Hey! Stop! Guys stop!" Jake yelled in a panicked tone as he and Norm sprinted toward the two boys, harshly grabbing Neteyam as they tried to pull him off.

They had a hard time grabbing a hold on him, the eldest son in some kind of trance as the two larger men used all their strenght to pull him off.

Finally they managed to seperate them, Spider sporting a bloody nose and covered in cuts and bruises but somehow still alive. Jake held his son's face in his hands staring him right in the eyes.

"Neteyam, you are allright now." Jake said a bit unsurely as he observed the boys features.

The young Na'vi seemed like he didn't even hear his fathers words, his eyes still wild and darting around looking for something. His breath becoming heavier as his body started to shake. Suddenly his eyes found yours, and you instantly saw a bit of himself return in his eyes.

You took a deep breath, lowering yourself against a tree to gather your thoughts. You kept your mouth shut hardly able to speak at all, instead observing the situation with tired eyes.

Jake glanced behind him following his son's eyes before turning back toward him, "Neteyam?" The father and son lock eyes, "Y/n is safe,"

Neteyam let out a breath, all tension leaving his body as his father released him, patting him on the shoulder. "What happened son?" Jake finally asked, now seeming even more unsure of the situation.

Neteyam balled his fists, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "I was on the other end of the clearing just doing what you told me to do. Just looking at those damn pillows," he grit his teeth.

"I saw Spider helping her reach a high branch, he lost his balance and they fell.... then he" He took a deep breath, his body still shaking in anger. "Then he wouldn't let her go.... and everything just became a blur... i was just so Angry." He looked shaken up by his own actions, the normal Neteyam no where in sight.

Jake nodded in thought, "I understand why you attacked him.. but Spider is a sweet boy, i'm sure he didn't mean it like that" The man spoke matter of fact, as if there was no way at all Spider had done something bad. And there was no way he was going to punish him for it.

Neteyam's neutral look turned into one of disgust as he looked at his father, "You can't just let him get away with this!" His voice picked up volume. A bit of that former wildness returning in his gaze.

"Neteyam. Don't fight me on this." Jake gave his son an authorative look.

A few weeks ago Neteyam would have done exactly as his father said, he would have nodded and would have let it go instantly. Now all that showed in his eyes was deviance. "I'm not letting Spider anywhere near Y/n anymore." The boy said angrily as he walked past his father without a glance back.

"Neteyam! Stay!" Jake ordered, a frustrated edge to his voice as he looked at his normally 'perfect' son. His face was pulled into a frown, it setting into the stone mask you had seen on him countless of times.

The mask that he wore with Neteyam too often, treating his son more like a soldier than his family. He loved him, that was sure. But during the war against the humans Jake had put away a lot of his humanity, now the mask of a commander slipped on too often and too soon.

But as his son walked away from him with such confiction and anger, the man looked lost, empty alone and above all tired.

The younger Na'vi marched over to you with purpose his braids swinging around wildly and his eyes expressionless as he actively ignored his father. "Come on y/n, I'll take you home." He mumbled, sliding his arms under your form to lift you up.

Neteyam didn't spare a glance back, only whistling loudly to call his Ikran. Leaving his father in the dust with not a single second of hesitation.

~~~

It was about fifteen minutes later that you both sat comfortably in your room.

"Are you allright?" You asked softly to Neteyam who sat on your bed next to you, his hand wrapped around your waist. And his huge Na'vi form looking almost silly on your little creaky bed.

His grip was tight and reasuring,

"I think I should ask you that." He just murmured, averting his eyes. Obviously not wanting to talk about the elephant in the room yet.

"Neteyam..." you say softly giving him a knowing look.

He releases a sigh fidgeting in place, the metal springs of the bed squeeking. "Its just.. my dad." He said, a deep sadness reflected in his eyes as he stared off into space.

You layed a hand on his thigh, giving it a soft squeeze, "You don't like dissapointing him." You whisper giving him a sympathetic smile.

Neteyam turns his head toward yours, "No that's not the problem at all." He mumbled, his louder tone suprising you. before his voice grew angrier, more passionate,

"The problem, is that they hold me back every damn step of the way when it comes to you! All i want all i need... All I ache for, Is you.. And they take you away from me so often," His gaze zeroes into yours, his eyes deep and overwhelming as he moves even closer.

His arms wrap around you fully now, him pulling you onto his chest. "And i will not allow them to seperate you from me ever again." He whispered, as he stared intently into your own. His warm hand smoothly sliding under your shirt. You gasp at the feeling, lust seeping into his eyes at your reaction.

He leaned forward placing his mouth on yours in an intense kiss. "I will protect you." He mumbles between kisses, He began to get more intense, his tongue sliding into your mouth without warning. His hands grasping onto your ass as he slid your form back and forth over his waist.

You whine in agreement at the move, arching yourself against him.

You gasp at the sensitivity of your still aching core, placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself. "Neteyam," You moan out his name, letting out a startled gasp as he pushes you backwards on the bed, him hovering over you with his knee keeping your legs apart.

"I'm going to fill you again, and again, and again." He whispered in your ear kissing your neck with every word, your core tightening at his words as he reaches a hand down into your underwear. His rough blue hand rubbing soft circles on your clit, his mouth covering yours again cutting off your startled gasp.

You feel him pull your pants and underwear down in one fluid motion, your shirt following suit as he practically threw your clothes across the room effectively murdering your favourite lamp as it clattered to the floor.

Within seconds you were naked under him, his warm chest on yours as he leaned over you. You moving your hands toward his loincloth without thinking, slowly undoing the knot before sliding it off. His eyes fixed intently on your face as you did so.

You observed his cock with interest, your eyes widening as you were once again suprised at its sheer size. And it's pretty dark blue colour.

Neteyam followed your gaze down, before giving you a fond look, "Yes. take a good look my love, that is going inside you real soon." He smirked as he kissed your neck, you letting out a loud giggle as he pulled your body toward his.

"First I want to do something else." He mumbled Mischieviously, him softly kissing down your stomach.

"Uhm Teyam, where are you going?" You said squirming a bit as he leaves kisses and hickeys all over your skin slowly trailing downward.

"Just trust me.." He mumbled into your lower belly, his lips tickling your skin a little.

"Allright." You said hesitantly, forcibly relaxing your back as you laid back on your soft sheets.

You automatically shut your legs as he got closer to your core, a bit unsure of what he was going to do.

Neteyam lets out a low growl giving you a warning glance, you letting out a shaky breath at his intense gaze before slowly opening your legs for him.

"Good girl." He mumbled as he grasps onto your thighs, pulling you toward his lips in one hard stroke you just barely on the bed his hands holding your ass up as your upper body braced yourself on the bed.

He was on you before you could breathe, his tongue running right over your folds before settling on your clit. He brought your legs upwards and over his shoulders, you letting out a whimper at the sudden move.

The first pang of pleasure hit you hard, you trying to close your legs. "Oh Jesus christ. Neteyam!" You moan out his name, covering your mouth in shame.

He places his arms over your thighs, keeping them firmly apart. His tongue swirling around your entrance this time, it suddenly dipping inside of you.

"Teyam! Oh fuck." You tried and failed keeping your moans and words in, your hand clutched firmly over your mouth as he explored you with his long thick tongue. He suddenly moved upwards again, his mouth firmly over your clit as he sucked harshly.

The sound of his mouth between your legs was obscene, the slurping, moans and squelching echoeing through your room without restraint. Not to mention the creaking of your poor bed, as his large body hung you off the side of the bed. Neteyam moaned deeply into your cunt, it adding to the obscene ambience.

He remained mostly on your clit, sucking and licking at a soft pace. Your cunt clenching everytime his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud.

You felt your stomach start to tighten, the familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching faster than you expected. Your body trying to flee, failing to move even an inch away as Neteyam held your legs down.

"Neteyam, oh fuck!" Your voice was shaky and uncontrolled, him only licking faster at your moans. You let out a shaky sigh as you felt two of his fingers enter you, thrusting them in and out slowly. Only his tongue on your clit picking up pace.

The pressure in your stomach was almost unbearable, your toes curling and your legs starting to shake harshly as you got closer to the edge. Neteyam letting out a groan as your body tensed up one final time, pleasure wafting over you like a blanket.

"Oh god yes!" You moan as you let go, the delicious feeling of your orgasm filling you. Him not stopping until you fully rode out your orgasm with his head between your legs.

Neteyam finally stopped his assault on your cunt lifting up his head to look at you, "Did you like that?" He asked with a smirk on his face, you horrified as you notice your juices tainting his chin and mouth. He brought a hand up to his face wiping his mouth, his ears twitching slightly in excitement. And him spending a bit too long a time on smelling his fingers, all the while humming his satisfaction.

You covered your face in embarrasment, slightly peeking through your fingers. "Jeez Neteyam, yes. Yes i enjoyed it, now please stop sniffing your hand." You mumble softly, you pulling your knees together. His smirk faded away as a hungry look appears on his face instead.

Neteyam climbs up on the bed again, placing his knees on either side of yours as he hovers his blue lean body over yours. Him leaning down breathing into your hair before lifting his head a bit. "I want to feel you like this, for the rest of my life." He whispers as his yellow eyes stare into your own.

You really tried to remind yourself to keep him at a distance, this would likely only bring you heartbreak later. But instead of your brain speaking for you, it was your heart "I would like that too" you finally breath out,

Neteyam's eyes darken at your words, his body instinctively grinding against yours. Setting off all the nerves in your body as his member glides across your sensitive folds. He let out a shaky groan, his eyes scanning your face again.

He layed his body flush against yours, your breasts flattened against his chest as he moved himself closer. "I can feel your hard nipples against me," he murmured without warning, you almost choking on your spit at his words.

"What the fuck Neteyam!" You murmer placing your hand over your eyes.

His large hand wrapped around your arm pulling it away from your face. "You don't hide from me." He mumbled totally ignoring your words, you noticing that familiar feral spark appear in his eyes. You let out another sigh, your body shivering in anticipation.

He reached his arms around your body, cooing in your ear. "I am going to show you, exactly why you are not allowed to hide from me." He smirked at you, you feeling the bed creak at his sudden move.

Before you could prepare yourself you felt his large hands grab around your waist, your stomach fluttering at the warmth of his cock on your back. He lifted you up too easily, him easily placing you just before the edge of the bed.

"What are you..." You begin to ask softly, trying to turn your head to look at the large alien sat behind you. Your ass jiggled a bit at the hard slap delivered to your behind, you letting out a startled moan.

"Shh, look forwards." He murmured,

You instantly did what he asked, your eyes catching on the familiar sight of your closet mirror. "Oh... but why..?" You started, him intrupting your words again this time pulling your body backwards toward him. You shivered as his large hands cupped one of your boobs, his breath hitting your neck.

"Soon you will see exactly who you belong to... exactly who is mating you." Neteyam said as he moved his hand off your breast, not before giving it a squeeze and a slap. It causing tingles to form in your stomach. You let out a startled squeek, he seemed to like that.

He grasps your chin to force you to look forward, you now having no choice but to observe your reflection in detail.

It was indeed an interesting sight, him a huge alien looming over you and you a small human wrapped in his arms. His gaze fixed intently on yours, his yellow eyes deep and lust filled.

It was axhilarating.

"Do you feel that?" He murmured in your ear as you felt him place the head of his cock between your folds, you just able to let out a whimper. "I need you to say it my love. What. Do. You. Feel?" His hand slid from your chin to your throat, wrapping his fingers around it.

"I feel your..." you let out a gasp as he moved a little, "I feel..." your body tried to move forward a bit, him holding you back and against him tightly. "Oh my god. I feel you about to fill me." You finally mumble, struggling to speak as your every thought contained the feel of it sitting between your legs.

You saw him close his eyes at your words, his reflection showing the warrior you only realised recently he was. His broad shoulders, musculair build and vibrant skin a telltale sign he was the son of Jake.

Neteyam placed a warm hand on the underside of your stomach, just over your uterus. "What are you d...?," you were interupted as you felt his large member slide into you, hitting every singe nerve ending as it did so. You again tried to move forward, away from the stretch, "oOh god it's big... It is so deep.." You moaned trying to steady yourself, but failing immensely as only he held you up.

Your gaze caught on the image before you, you shaking as you now saw his large form holding you up and against him as he shoved his cock into you. He held still, and you assumed you had taken all of him.

"Neteyam.." you moaned out his name as you wiggled your hips,

He smirked above you, and you had but one second to prepare as he harshly shoved the rest of himself into you, his hips hitting your ass with a hard slap.

You let out a scream falling forward a bit, him just able to grab you before you plunged yourself of the edge of the bed. The movement sliding you off and then on his member. You both let out a groan at the sensation, him placing his arms on either side of your body to stop him from dropping his VERY heavy body on your fragile form.

You were really thankfull you didn't die while having sex with a huge blue man, especially by him landing atop of you like a whale crushing a small fish.

"Jeez Neteyam I am really not ready to become a panc...holy fuck!" He let out an uncharacteristicly deep growl as he slid out of you and slammed back in his hips hitting yours. You felt him reach right there against that little spot of pleasure inside of you. But instead of the normal quick thrusting this was brutal, you almost felt like you couldn't take it anymore. Like he finally pushed you to your breaking point.

"Be carefull, little mate" he murmured in your ear, a smile in his words. You weren't sure if he meant you possibly falling off the side of the bed or literally dying by impalement on Na'vi cock.

You really needed a second to breathe, only he didn't stop.You felt him slide out of you again, before he again slammed his hips down into yours, the harsh sound echoeing around the room. You let out a shaky groan, your voice coming out in short bursts at the strain.

The image in front of you was obscene, his huge body right behind yours as he pushed himself into you so hard you could barely think. It was almost hypnotising to observe yourself this way, hair wild, tits bouncing and your form being pushed forward and backwards on his cock.

"You feel so good" he murmured in your ear as he sped up his thrusting, you seeing a soft smile appear on his face as he gazed at the two of you in the mirror.

His hand slid up from next to you, softly placing it over your neck. "Is this okay?" He asked sweetly as he placed a little pressure,

Oh god, it was addicting that he acted so dominant. Your sweet childhood best friend replaced by this future clan leader. You looked up at him, "I want you to ruin me." You whisper, honestly quite startled at your own words the moment they got out of your mouth.

Neteyam did not at all seem to hate them.

A strange hissing sound rumbles in his chest, the vibration instantly felt on the sensitive skin of your neck. He pulled out of you, you instinctively bracing yourself as he lined himself up again. "You are so damn tight, and you are all mine aren't you?" He cooes into your ear.

You nod at his words, too far gone to even utter a single sentence, it was like every single one of your senses was overtaken by him.

"Say your mine," he murmured placing kisses on your back and shoulders, "Say you belong with me."

You opened your mouth to respond, fully ready to commit yourself to him.

"Y/n? It's me Spider, can we please talk? You both startle at the familiar voice at the door, your mind instantly drifting right back to the present.. and what had happened not too long ago.

"No." Your voice was shaky as you responded to him, your body still warm and your core fluttering around nothing.

"Please, I really didn't mean to start anything..." He mumbled, and you could just picture the sad look on his beaten face.... he had gone through so much in his life allready.

"If you don't get out of here spider, I will literally murder you." Neteyam's voice seemed very on edge, and you knew he was fuming. Not to mention the fact that the boy just ruined a perfectly good orgasm.

"Neteyam. I am so sorry to you too, I really didn't mean to hurt anyone." He pleaded softly.

You knew you would forgive spider, it really wasn't a choice. He was young and he didn't really interact much with other humans.

"Spider,.." you sigh, "I forgive you." You finally mutter closing your eyes, your mind racing at the whole messy situation.

Neteyam let out a growl, one that you dearly hoped the human boy hadn't heard.

A sigh of relief from the other side of the door, "Thank god... I'll leave you two alone now" you heard footsteps walking away from the door.

You let out a sigh, fully dropping yourself on your stomach.

"Why did you forgive him so easily?" Your big blue guy murmured in your ear, plopping himself next to you. Him placing his arm over your waist, softly drawing circles on your bare skin.

"He's gone through so much, with his dad and everything.." you rub your forehead, "I just couldn't bear bringing that boy more heartache."

Neteyam let out a sigh as well, a bit of the usual calm him appearing. "You are probably right, i was too harsh on him." He cups your face turning it toward him, his palm covering most of your neck as well. "I just.. lost myself when he hurt you. I also yelled at my father, it was all a big mess." His yellow eyes were earnest and distraught, obviously not at all happy with the situation.

He reached an arm over the side of the bed, easily grasping the metal tank to take a puff of oxygen. You tried in vain to pull your eyes away from his lean chest as the muscles strained at the movement. He had such beautifull soft skin as well, you shake yourself back to the present.

"It wasn't your fault you know, i was really glad you saved me back there." You say as you snuggle yourself in his arms, him instantly circling his arms around your body. "My hero." You whisper in his ear.

"My y/n," he murmured contently as he took in a long breath. His hands softly pulling you ontop of him, you laying flush against him.

You let out a giggle as you got comfortable on him, your hand fiddling with one of his embelished braids. His hair soft and course at the same time, the feeling entirely different than human hair.

"I sometimes lose control of my insincts around you, like a sort of primal urge that slips over me..." You startle a bit at his voice, not expecting him to speak.

"What does it want?" You ask confusedly.

"It wants to have you, breed you, mate with you to show people your mine... when it slips over me I can barely think, it's all You. You. You. I am overwhelmed with the undying need to mark you and fill you with my seed." He doesn't look embarassed at all at his shameless words, you just staring at him with wide eyes. His hand softly rubbing your lower back.

It was another eye opening moment,

There was no way he could ever tell his parents, they would force you to break up... or worse kick the both of you out if your big blue guy refused to do as they said.

"You seem lost in thoughts again," You got pulled back to the present because of his words, the warm feeling of his chest calming your nerves a bit. You just letting out a dejected sigh, and really not wanting to ruin this perfect moment by talking about very real things.

"Y/n please talk to me." He murmured nervously as his hand reached up to stroke your cheek, his yellow eyes fixed intently on yours.

"I am afraid... of what your parents will say." You mumble hiding your face in his neck.

A beat of silence as the both of you were lost in thought.

"If they try to take you from me i won't let them." The Na'vi's voice is harsh and clipped as he responds to you, his arms tightening around your body.

"You might not have a choice." You mutter as you entangle your fingers with his bigger one, his hand almost completely covering yours.

He lets out a frustrated growl before you feel his other hand cup your ass, the blue digits tentilisingly close to your entrance.

"Teyam?" You ask softly as your eyes run over his face. A dark purple flush circling his cheeks, his eyes wide and dangerous.

You breath in harshly,

You feel two of his fingers circle your still slick folds, you struggling not to moan as his fingers spread you open. You get about half a second of feeling his cock at your opening before he crudely shoves it inside, you slowly feeling every now familiar inch of the large appendage as it fills you.

It still stretched you out to impossible lenghts, but thankfully not so far you would not be able to walk tommorow. Neteyam let out a groan, his hands on your hips heavy as they push you down on him pressing your entire bodyweight and more right down on his cock. Causing him to slide even deeper, you feel the head of his cock sitting right in your stomach.

You feel your eyes close automatically as you sit up on him, your hand still enjoined with his. You lifting yourself and slowly lowering on him, his moans and whimpers filling the room as he slid in and out of you at a painstakingly slow pace.

Your chest warmed as you rode him, taking your time to truly feel him. It was simply addicting to feel him entangled with you in this way. You would do anything for this man, and you knew he would as well.

The melodic sound of bells rang in your ears, the music familiar but strange. Your chest suddenly warm and fluttering, responding to the feeling you had only felt few times before. Every single time he truly filled you, you felt a sort of string tie the both of you together.

"You are so beautifull my mate." You heard him whisper, his pace picking up.

His free arm lifted and lowered you with him on his member, grunting softly as he did so. You felt your skin tingle like fingertips drawing on your shoulders, them dragging down your body in intricate paterns and marks.

A sudden string of flashes fill your head without warning,

You let out a gasp as a million different feelings fill your mind. Feelings you felt that had certainly never been your own, but you couldn't help but recognise them at the same time. From love toward his siblings and parents, to the glee he felt while first riding his Ikran, it was absolutely magical to feel and see him so clearly.

His cock hit you hard, your thighs struggling to keep up the pace.

Your body never stilled on top of him, pleasure overwhelming your senses as he became one with you. You felt your orgasm come closer than ever before, the feeling so magnified you could barely breathe.

He was a moaning mess beneath you, groaning out your name with every thrust. His free hand alternating between bouncing you up and down and fondling your breasts.

Your eyes open on their own, light spilling your senses because of more than the usual electric lights on the ceiling. You gasp at the sight around you, pure instinct driving you to keep yourself moving.

All around you there were swirling flashes of gold and purple, the colour one you had only ever seen in the last remaining spirit tree of the temple. Your arms covered in twinkles and soft lines, your dull human skin now painted with literal star light.

Your starstruck gaze slips down toward Neteyam's, his own wonder filled eyes fixed on yours in a loving stare. The hand still clasped in yours tightened, both of you sliding against eachother in sudden desperate strokes. His voice becoming more desperate as he now softly moaned your name. "Y/n, oh you feel so tight... oh yes." His eyes were half lidded.

He sat up with you, pressing his upper body against yours as he moved you up and down on him. So that your clit rubbed his pubic bone every move he made.

You clench around him, him catching your eyes in a loving stare. And right as you are about to release he gives you that familiar smirk you had seen in him all your life, you giving your own one right back.

His body finally tenses beneath you, his seed spilling deep into your womb with another wave of light. Your eyes overtaken by him as you feel every bit of love and desire currrently in your mates head.

"Neteyam." You whimper as the fire inside your stomach suddenly becomes an blazing inferno sending you right over the edge as well. You feel yourself clench around his cock as your juices spill around him.

And right as you ride out that beautifull orgasm you feel it inside of you again. The flashes overwhelming you just as much as the first time you felt him.

You feel your heart fill up with love that is not your own, the affection unyielding and infinite. It is addicting how Neteyam's affection for you feels, and as you notice his wide yellow eyes eyes right on yours you realise he feels the exact same way about you as you do him.

You went still in his arms, your big blue guy the only one still rutting into your heat.

He was impossibly beautifull in this light, with the white spots circling his nose and his beautifull blue skin you adore, with his big yellow eyes and his broad shoulders but slender frame. He was hypnotising and you couldn't help yourself as you leant down and placed your lips on his larger ones. He smiled into the kiss, laying his forehead against yours as he gave you a satisfied smile.

No words needed to be spoken in that moment, the two of you more than content communicating by looks and touch alone.

His free arms circle around your waist, pulling you right on top of him. The steaks of light following you as you lay on his chest. Him softly fiddling with your hair string, his smile widening even more as he observes the gift he got for you right there on your person.

The golden streaks slowly fade away, the warmth around you fading with it. It did nothing to diminish the feeling of comfort around the two of you. The departing of the strange light leaves the room dark, you quickly realising the artificial light beam above you hadn't been on the entire time.

Neteyam rolls over for the oxygen tank, his breathing incredibly heavy. You feel his lips back on your skin in seconds, a smile circled there.

The dark washes away the questions for now, and you just let out a content sigh as Neteyam wraps the both of you in your blanket before pulling you tightly against his chest.

~~~

You feel a slight tickle on your cheek, unknown fingers stroking your face softly as you wake up. You crunch your nose in confusion at the strange sensation, bringing your hand to your face to rub it.

You painstakingly manage to peel open your eyes, whilst trying and failing to adjust to the bright morning light in the room.

"Good morning."

You recognise his voice before you see him, a smile slipping onto your lips.

"Good morning," You whisper as the soft smile of Neteyam laying next to you greets your vision, his braids spread around him on the pillows.

He lets out a satisfied groan as he burrows his head into your neck. His large body entangled with yours, it probably looking ridiculous from a distance as the man lay curled around you on the small bed. He feels warm and safe, your bare skin flush against his.

"This is heaven." He murmurs softly, you just nodding as you snuggle yourself into his chest.

A flash of yesterday spills into your mind, "Do you remember what happened yesterday?" You ask softly a bit unsure on if you had imagined the whole thing.

A large smile appears on his face, him taking a bit of space to look at you. You stare at him with wide eyes, you just now noticing the tiny bit of green mixed in with the yellow in his gaze.

"You know tsaheylu?" He asks softly as he reaches up a hand to stroke a strand of hair out of your face.

"Well ofcourse I do.. You guys talk about it all the time." You murmur as the feeling of doubt slips in your stomach. Was he going to tell you he would find someone who could form the bond with him?

"Well, i believe Eywa has heard us." His straight white teeth become visible as he grins even wider. He has that look on his face you had seen countless times before whilst growing up, that boyish glee that never truly left him.

"Eywa? I don't understand." You say confusedly as his words just refuse to make sense.

"Y/n." He rolls over to sit up, pulling you with him and on his chest as he lets out a laugh. "She has formed our bond!"

You stare at him in confusion.

He shakes his head in disbelief at your denseness before continueing "Those lights and that feeling. We felt exactly what the other did right in that moment. We formed tsaheylu without ever even needing a Queue."

He cradles your face between his large palms, before looking you dead in the eyes.

"Y/n we are mated."

He holds his breath as he awaits your response, a nervous glint now appearing in his eyes as he stares at your unmoving figure.

"Holy fuck" you mumble as your eyes dart around the room, before turning back to him "Really?" You ask disbelievingly as you scan his face for any signs this was all a big trick.

"I am sure." He smiles again, and this time you know it's real. You and him were mated.. for life.

You sit up on his lap, suddenly incredibly inclined to kiss his stupid face.

He lets out a startled grunt as you basically throw yourself at him, curling your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as you basically storm him with kisses.

You kiss his cheeks, neck, forehead... and honestly everything you could reach whilst stuck to him.

He laughs again, you letting out a loud yelp as he rolls the both of you around. Totally ignoring your lopsided bed as it squeeks in distress.

"Oel ngati kameie" He murmurs, the now familiar words filling you with warmth. You savor the sight of him above you, his braids shielding you from the rest of the world and his eyes the ones you had loved for so long.

"I see you as well" You whisper softly in his ear,

You let out a loud giggle as you feel his warm lips tickle all over your neck. Him moving over your body with purpose, kissing every single bruise and hickey he left on your skin.

He lowers himself over you, staring at your face with a look that made your heart skip a beat. A look that said, i will never ever let you go again. And even though you couldn't help the fear in the back of your mind, in that moment you believed him wholeheartedly.

He nuzzles your cheek, "I can't wait to tell my skang brother straight to his face that his big brother actually got the girl" He says the words with a childfull glee.

You shake your head in disbelief, a smile circling your lips. "You two will never stop your little competitions won't you?"

He lets out a scoff placing a peck on your neck before dropping himself next to you. You feeling his fingers curl around your hand, bringing it up toward his cheek. Your fingers trail over his white stripes, his skin soft and smooth to the touch.

"I think we will never stop if Lo'ak remains so rebelious." He lets a fond sigh, leaning his head against your palm. You knew he often worried about his brother, and honestly he was right to do so. You had seen his impulsive actions way too often, he still adored his younger brother though.

"You really look out for them Teyam, I am incredibly proud of you." You murmur softly, he bristles at your compliment.

"Lo'ak still seems to think i believe i am the 'perfect son'... honestly i think my parents think that too." His eyes became a bit distant, obviously thinking about his family.

He turns on his side to fully look at you, "Do you remember that human bombing when we were around fourteen?"

You were confused about the sudden change of subject, but didn't comment. "I do" You finally whisper.

Neteyam nods, continuing. "Right after our parents had found us alive among the rubble there was this moment... a moment were we all stood in the rain, my parents stood around us. It was beautifull and the love and sheer relief that was on their faces was something i had barely ever seen before. They embraced all of us... but mom clung to kiri and dad to Lo'ak... I just kind of existed outside of that."

Your frown, placing your hand atop his shoulder. He places his hand on yours before continuing, "You would think i would be upset about that, but i wasn't." He shakes his head with a smile circling his lips. "I figured that if my parents didn't feel the need to coddle me i might finally be ready to take care of things on my own."

A beat of silence, "You never told me this at the time.." you mutter softly, no hint of judgement in your voice.

"I couldn't, I was following my father around everywhere. Everything to become a worthy adult as soon as possible."

"What was the reason you wanted to become grown up so quickly anyway? Because of your father?" You tilt your head in confusion.

"Well actually no, it was a little less than a year before that... during the attack with that thanator."

You flinch at the memory,

You and Neteyam had been goofing around exploring the forest just like you did often. Totally unaware of what was going to go down.

Neteyam had stood facing away from you, excitedly showing you a glowing plant tucked among the other vegetation. You had been interested in what the boy had to say, not really paying attention to your surroundings.

You both heard the beast way too late, the snapping branches and rustling catching both your attention too late.

You and Neteyam had seen the beast at the same time jumping straight out of your skin as the giant beast entered their clearing.

It had focused on you first, your human scent sending it into overdrive. It had snarled and patted at the ground obviously about to attack.

A few things happened all at once, Neteyam had jumped in front of you right as the beast set off and you let out a loud scream.

The formerly quiet forest was suddenly bursting with life, as the beast roughly threw your best friend to the side. You had frozen in fear slowly backing off until you bumped into a tree.

You were pinned, and Neteyam had managed to get up a few feet away. The boy had clumsily grabbed his bow and arrow and shot at the beast, missing entirely as his arrow hit the ground a few feet away.

"Y/n!" He had screamed your name in fear, trying to nock another arrow.

He had been too slow and the beast had attacked without warning, you just on time to shield yourself with your arm, the beasts teeth digging into your flesh so deep they hit bone.

You screamed out in pain.

You had heard the sound of Neytiri's call in the back of your mind, his parents obviously rushing over to safe you. Just barely able to stay awake at all as the beast was ripped away from you.

"I don't remember much of what happened afterwards, the only memory that remained the lingering fear of watching that thanatos so close to killing you." He traced two fingers over the now very faint scar on your arm.

"It wasn't your fault Teyam. You were just a child" You murmur softly,

"I know that now. But for a while afterwards all i could think about when i saw your scars was the fact that you were such a fragile being on such a dangerous planet... and I," He let out a shaky sigh, gathering himself before continuing.

"I became a warrior for you.. The only reason i ever became the man i am today is for you. I would have never let myself fall for you if i didn't feel worthy to protect you." His eyes were dark, a nostalgic glint in his eyes.

"And now here you are in my arms, safe." He tucked you right to his chest, his heartbeat steadily beating in your ear.

"You did all that for me?"

"I did"

You smush your cheek against his warm skin, "I could have never imagined you would ever love me like this." You mumble softly. "Not to mention what we have done together allready." You blush.

He nodded in thought. "I am still suprised I fit inside of you."

"Jesus christ Neteyam! You can't just say things like that!"

He laughed.

~~~

I was a little while later of just basking in eachothers arms you both finally got up to shower. It was almost concerning how sticky the both of you were. Not to mention Neteyam's sticky seed that ran out of you the moment you stood up.

But that's what you both got for going to sleep without showering.

You went to the bathroom to turn on the shower, a comfortable silence around you both. At least as long as you managed to ignore Neteyam sniffing himself, which would have been easier to do if he didn't hum to himself like last night.

"Neteyam.... please stop that smelling thing you are doing." He looked at you with a sassy look on his face, him bringing his hand toward his face one last time and taking a deep whiff whilst maintaining eye contact with you.

You stare at him horrified. "I like that your smell is all over me.. and even more that you are filled by me." He smirks before walking past your gobsmacked self.

"Are you coming?" He asked loudly.

"You are so shameless!"

You shake your head before joining him inside the too small space. "Its quite strange that you suddenly dare to say such out of pocket things." You mutter as you really try to ignore the huge dangly thing between his legs. Yes... how does that fit?

"Now that you are finally mine i am not going to waste a single second to embarrassment." He smirks at you, you startling as his soapy hands suddenly land on your skin. Him basically cornering your embarrassed self against the shower wall as he runs his hands down your body.

He spends some extra time on your breasts, "You are so soft my mate," he murmures to himself.

After he is done with you he quickly runs his hands over his own body as well, you again confused as he did so last time as well.

He notices the look on your face, "Normally Na'vi don't really wash the other at all, our woman are often quite dominant and will do it themselves."

Well that was just rude! "I am dominant." You grumble at him,

"I don't mean it as an insult.. If i am completely honest in that i kind of enjoy that you are so small."

"I am not small, you are just a freaky giant." You pout, "And what does that have to do with you washing me?"

Neteyam puts on that mischievious look again, "It's a win win, you get clean and i get to run my hands all over your body. A lot of Na'vi women would never allow that."

"I am not sure i agree with that logic but i'll let it go for now." You say as he finishes up and turns of the shower, basically herding you out the shower cabin.

God you were so glad to be clean, although you noticed Neteyam sniff himself mildly displeased. Yeah you were glad he didn't go out the door smelling like sex and you... you would never be able to look people in the eye again.

And omg you still had to have the talk about the whole "What now?" Thing. Luckily you knew you had today off.

A large towel was dropped over your head totally interupting your thoughts, you let out a huff.

"You need to get dry, I don't want you to get sick." Neteyam murmured as you heard him rustle about in your bedroom. He was such a mother hen sometimes, oh god you both would have to tell Neytiri at some point.

Wait a minute!?

"Shit! Isn't the feast tonight?" You suddenly exclaim, Neteyam letting out a startled swear from your room as loud banging starts on your door.

"Y/n? Is Neteyam there with you?" Jake's voice echoes through the room.

(Hello! I hope you liked that chapter! And please do comment and let me know if you like it, maybe share some idea's too! I find my motivation to write dwindles a lot and so some pressure to write will be appreciated;))

(Ps: Next chapter shit will hit the fan REAL quick... not to mention some really reaallyy kinky stuff.)

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