#but they are still so far away in a bubble containing only to their own circle that it still doesnt matter

[coffinsister]

I can and will develop unhealthy parasocial completely one-sided relationships the likes of which you never seen before

[sluttyminghao]

gamers do it better | c.sc x j.ww

♡ pairing: choi seungcheol x jeon wonwoo x female!reader ♡ genre: smut ♡ w.c.: 2k ♡ this fic contains: messy gamers wonwoo and cheol, mention of mutual pining/longing over years, cockwarming, blowjob, mentions of fucking/multiple rounds, degradation (whore, slut), praise, and probably other stuff I've missed ♡ a/n: the brainrot is real...anyways enjoy! thank you to @idyllic-ghost for proof reading and giving tips on how to be More Feral <3

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Living with two men had seemed like a great idea initially until you moved in with them. You were constantly cleaning up after them, making sure they ate proper meals besides drinking energy drinks, and scolding them to go outside for just 10 minutes a day to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

You had lived with Seungcheol and Wonwoo for a number of years. At first, it was because you all took the same Biology class together in college and it was convenient for you to commute together at the same time, but even after your classes finished, you found yourself emotionally attached to these men and couldn't bear to part with them, and the feeling was mutual.

The last 12 months or so had been…more challenging than the last few years. There had been some longing glances from the two men, especially if you had walked around the apartment in just a sports bra and spandex shorts. The occasional graze or touch over your exposed skin had also been noted, and made your heart rate quicken, but nothing had ever been initiated.

Many nights you went into your room and your hands wandered to lower places while thinking about how they’d treat you, how they’d bend you into a pretzel and fill you with cum. But it all dissipated when you went back out to the kitchen and found plates and food littering the kitchen bench. Typical men.

It was a warm summer evening, the sun still peaking over the horizon and bathing your kitchen and living area in a golden glow that took your breath away. As you stood over the stove, contemplating your life choices over the bubbling water with noodles, you hear a sudden shout coming from one of your roommate's rooms, sparking interest.

Normally, Wonwoo is a very quiet and reserved person. He makes small talk with you if you eat a meal together, but apart from that remains either in his room gaming or leaves home before you wake and comes back after you fall asleep. Even still, he pays the bills on time and is extremely good-looking, so you can’t ask for more than that.

Turning the stove off, you place the wooden spoon down and pad to Wonwoo’s room, the door closed as per usual. You rap on the door quickly, and a small mumble of a ‘come in’ can be heard from inside, so you turn the handle and squint against the bright light emitting from his screen computer.

“Are you okay? I heard you scream.”

“Oh, I’m fine, that was Seungcheol who screamed because he’s a little bitch.”

Your eyes drift across to the fluffy-haired man sitting next to him, who's staring at Wonwoo, shocked. He shoves Wonwoo’s shoulder and rolls his eyes, before turning around to face you with an unimpressed look on his stunning features. Seungcheol was stunning in his own way; fluffy black locks he’d permed a few weeks ago, bare-faced and the sweetest smile around.

“I am not a little bitch! He purposefully gave me a jumpscare!” He pouts as you chuckle and Wonwoo follows suit, only for him to immediately switch up and jump from his spot on the bed, stalking towards you until you’ve stepped back as far as you can go, aka hitting the wall with your back.

“You think it’s funny?”

“I-” Your justification is cut off by Seungcheol dragging his fingers up your exposed arm, goosebumps raising in their path. You can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage as he places a hand next to your head, and your palms grow sweaty. He grins and beckons Wonwoo to come over, who’s been watching the interaction intently ever since Seungcheol had backed you against the wall.

Everything about this interaction is like your dreams coming to life right in front of your eyes, the only thing that would place the cherry on top of the cake would be if they actually did bend you like a pretzel and have their way with you.

You feel small as both men stand in front of you, their eyes drinking you in as if they haven't had lingering stares on you before (which they definitely have). You don’t try to stop them as they let their hands roam your figure, fingers fiddling with loose fabric before eventually pulling your clothing off piece by piece until you’re left in nothing but your white cotton underwear.

“Don’t you look so cute like this?” Seungcheol comments, his calloused fingers tracing your nipples and causing them to harden. He smirks as he watches them pebble up, not wasting any time dipping his head down to capture one between his lips, letting the bud roll over his tongue lewdly.

A moan escapes your lips, which is quickly swallowed by Wonwoo who shoves his tongue down your throat messily. Their free hands are roaming untouched parts of your body, and while there’s a nagging in the back of your mind about how you shouldn't be doing this with your roommates, there’s a louder voice yelling at you in your brain for not doing this sooner.

“Look how easily you’re giving yourself up for us, already soaking through your panties,” Wonwoo mumbles against your lips as his thick fingers glide over the cotton, the wet spot undeniable as he presses his fingers against it and watches smugly as you keen at the pleasure.

You can only gasp as Seungcheol pulls himself off your nipple and attaches himself to your neck instead, sucking a bruise into the flesh that will be purple within a couple of hours. Wonwoo glances over at his screen and curses, before heading back to his seat, leaving you and Seungcheol in a confused and lustful state.

“I didn’t realize my next game was about to start, why don’t you be a doll and come and sit on my cock? It’s aching just thinking about being sheathed inside that perfect cunt of yours.”

You feel the wet spot grow larger at his filthy words.

When you don’t move from your spot, Seungcheol takes it upon himself to drag you by your hand to where Wonwoo is sitting and readjusting his headset to prepare for his game. With a small groan, Seungcheol rips your panties off your body, mumbling something about buying you some more later, before positioning you over Wonwoo.

A low whistle escapes Wonwoo’s throat at the sight of your dripping cunt, and feels his cock straining tightly against his sweats. He can’t take it anymore and quickly shoves his sweats and boxers down to pool at his ankles, letting his cock spring up to attention. Your eyes widen at the sight, pre cum beading on the fat mushroom head, a prominent vein trailing down the shaft and his balls twitching in anticipation.

He chuckles but doesn't say a word as he grips your waist to pull you over his cock, and lets the tip slide against your clit, a garbled whine escaping your lips at the feeling. He grins and taps the head of his cock against your clit teasingly multiple times, and with each teasing pass you feel your whines grow louder and needier. In a moment of lust, you feel Wonwoo’s lips come up to nibble on your jaw, sending a variety of feelings through your body.

“W-wonu…please…need you,” your breathing is shaky and your words are slurred, the teasing from both men going to your head and sending you into a frenzy. If you didn’t cum soon you think you might just have to grab your vibrator to finish the job.

 Luckily, it doesn't come to that, and your hand comes to rest on his shoulders as he finally guides his cock into you after teasing you mercilessly, the pressure of his cock finally filling you up makes your head swim and your thighs shake.

“O-oh fuck…” your voice trails off and you feel Wonwoo twitch inside of you as he finally bottoms out, a low groan filling your ears as your cunt squeezes around him like a vice. Seungcheol is losing his mind standing next to you, his own cock straining against his basketball shorts.

As you grow accustomed to Wonwoo’s size, you rotate your hips and begin the process of bouncing up and down. When his large hand comes to rest on your hips and grip tightly, you halt all motion and bring your head up to stare into Wonwoo’s lust-filled eyes.

“I didn’t say to move, did I? I just want you to sit on my lap and be a good little slut, and maybe once I’m done with my game you'll be rewarded.” His voice is short as he refocuses his attention on the game, delving right in and becoming immersed in the content.

You whimper as you clench helplessly around his cock, your fingers digging into his flesh through his shirt as he keeps you in place, despite still playing his game. You can’t even see him but you’re sure he’s smirking even while smashing the keyboard quickly.

“In the meantime, why don’t you be a good whore for me and help me out, hm?” Seungcheol’s husky voice has grown deeper and makes you clench, causing Wonwoo to chuckle. Your eyes open and you can see Seungcheol standing in front of you, thick cock in his hand pumping slowly.

As if on instinct, you open your mouth for him to place his cock inside, and you’re immediately met with the salty taste of his precum. You moan softly and start bobbing your head to take more of him in, which has his head falling back and one of his hands entangling in your hair, tugging on the strands harshly.

The sounds filling the room are lewd; the wet sounds of your mouth bobbing quickly over Seungcheol’s cock and how your cunt is still filled with Wonwoo’s cock, the occasional clench of your pussy sending a wave of arousal flooding down his cock and creating a puddle of slick on his chair. 

“Your mouth is like heaven, sweetheart, been waiting for y-years to do this,” Seungcheol praises you as his hips stutter when you deepthroat him particularly well. The grip he has on your hair is beginning to sting, but you couldn't care less when the arousal in your abdomen is beginning to grow by the second.

“Son of a bitch!”

The loud profanity has you jerking off Seungcheol’s cock abruptly and looking at Wonwoo with concern. You can hear Seungcheol groan in annoyance and move your head back to his cock, where you teasingly take the tip into your mouth and suck lightly. 

“Ya lose your game, big shot?” Seungcheol teases Wonwoo, who quickly whips his head around to stare the older down. He removes his headset and raises the middle finger to Seungcheol, who reciprocates quickly before focusing his attention back on you.

“Like you can play any better, especially with a slut in your lap.”

The degradation has you clenching around Wonwoo’s cock and moaning around Seungcheol’s, simultaneously making them throw their heads back and groan. You grin to yourself and make the effort to grind against Wonwoo and deepthroat Seungcheol before you’re pulled off both of them and shoved onto the bed.

You don’t have any time to react as they both crawl up next to you, Seungcheol now taking position between your legs and Wonwoo stroking his cock and tapping the fat head against your lips.

“Are you gonna show us just how much of a slut you can be?”

You lick your lips and spread your legs, inviting both of them to do as they please. It’s going to be a long, long night for all three of you.

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[teyums]

His Secret Admirer (Part Three) - Neteyam x fem na’vi reader

part one | part two | part four | bonus chapter

wc: 4.3k

a/n: here is the well awaited pt 3, I didn’t know it could get more angst-y than it already has but boy I was wrong. the next part will be the final part to the series, prepare for sh!t to go down y’allll 😗

contains: soft + angsty neteyam, lots of emotions so buckle up fr, some language (not much at all), familial conflict

“~~” resembles a time skip or a POV change

Neteyam rarely got angry. But after witnessing Eyiti purposely say what she did to hurt your feelings, he felt anger bubble deep in the pit of his stomach. He so badly wanted to chase after you as he watched you walk away, but he couldn’t risk having her run to tell her parents that the olo’eyktan’s son had disrespected her. This was what he faced on the daily, people holding his future over his head with no regard of how high he had to jump just to get it back. He was trying his hardest to keep his parents in a good mood, so when he would tell them about you they would be less inclined to deny his pleas and actually hear him out. If he went after you, it would squash all of his hopes of ever being yours. He whipped his head around to face the unapologetic girl in front of him, not being able to conceal his repugnance.

“Why did you do that?” He spoke through gritted teeth, jerking his arm away to remove her grimy mitt from his skin. “I did not promise you anything. My parents do not speak for me.” He brushed his arm, trying to expunge the feeling of her touch.

“Oh, but I think they do ‘Teyam.” She cooed with a pout that was far from genuine to shield the smug that lied behind her lips. “They said you’d talk to my parents, so that’s what you’re going to do. Unless, you want me to go and tell my father about your little girlfriend. And now that I think about it, I don’t even think I heard your parents mention her. Is that allowed?” She already knew the answer, her question was only a threat.

Everything began to add up in his mind. Why her behavior would change so suddenly- trying her hardest to gain his attention conveniently at the time you would come around. He had never once felt the urge to injure a woman, and he still didn’t, but he was definitely tempted to tag Kiri in on this conversation and support whatever method of action she chose to take.

He wished he could have told you in that moment that being her date was never his idea. But he was just as stunned, it hadn’t even been brought up to him before Eyiti revealed the information in front of the two of you. There his parents went again, making decisions for him knowing he would have no choice but to follow through. His heart felt like it had been stomped on, even more so at the thought of how badly you were hurting right now. He had no intention of leading you on, and you probably hated him for doing just that, even if it were accidental. In fact, he planned on agreeing to the Ikran ride, taking the two of you somewhere you wouldn’t be disturbed and asking you to be his date to the festival. But everything went to shit, like usual.

He exhaled sharply, biting his tongue to keep himself from saying anything that would have this brat running to make his life more of a living hell than it was already becoming. He dodged Eyiti’s attempt at grabbing his hand to lead him along, shooting her a piercing glare. If looks could kill, the village would be planning her funeral right about now. “I can walk just fine on my own. And stop calling me that.”

He entered her family’s home with as much respect as he could muster, grudgingly taking a seat once realizing his parents had already arrived. There was nothing he could do to stall this any longer. He kept his stare avoidant, anything to distract him from the conversation at hand. There was a drastic amount of space between him and Eyiti on the mat, which Jake had not failed to realize. The voices around him sounded like they were underwater as he tuned them out. He toyed with the intricate details on his armband while they spoke, all he could think about was how this was the last place he wanted to be. His mind was anywhere else but here. The image of you talking with Ta’olu reappeared in his mind like clockwork, regardless of how many times he tried to erase it.

“Neteyam?” Neytiri’s voice repeated for the third time, sending him a warning glance once noticing he was out of it before she proceeded. “Do you agree with the date chosen for your ceremony?”

No, absolutely not. He didn’t agree with the date chosen, he didn’t even agree with the woman chosen.

Eyiti never paid him mind years ago until the day she found out what he would grow up to be. She looked at him like a piece of meat and he knew it. Not that he ever craved her attention; when she would speak he would simply imagine she was someone else. You were the only girl in the clan who saw him for who he truly was. Just a man wanting to fall in love like everybody else. Was that so bad?

Neteyam abruptly rose up from where he sat and cleared his throat, effectively cutting the conversation short with an unexpected answer. “I am sorry, I refuse to mate with Eyiti. I will only accompany her to the festival, as that has been promised by my parents. But no one other than me will have a say in who will have my heart.”

The mouths of everyone in the room fell to the floor but Neteyam stood strong on his declaration, excusing himself from the conversation and walking out of the tent- leaving Eyiti as stunned and embarrassed as she had made you feel earlier. Jake and Neytiri immediately rose to go after him, apologizing for his change of behavior as much as they could while her parents consoled their daughter who was now sobbing dramatically.

He didn’t want to accompany her to the festival at all, but declining her as a mate, and forcing his parents to meet someone new all in one day was probably not the best idea. His plan was to show up with Eyiti, then ditch her in roughly ten minutes after her parents saw them together, slip out unnoticed and find you. He’d have to get Tuk in on the plan to serve as a distraction, which shouldn’t be too difficult for him. Neteyam was a stickler for being a gentleman, but he couldn’t care less about that witch’s feelings.

His legs were sent into a slight run-walk as Jake forced him into their family home by the back of his neck. He sighed and pushed a hand through his hair before turning around to face his father who was nearly red in the face, already knowing what was next to come.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have any idea how much you’ve embarrassed us? Our entire family? In front of the parents of the woman who is supposed to be your mate?” He yelled a string of questions, his finger pointed out of their tent to clarify exactly what he was referring to. His eldest son stood unamused. Silent and withdrawn. His physical body was here, but his mental was somewhere unknown. His head was turned to the side, his face not even so much as flinching at his father’s words. He simply laughed to himself, dropping his head towards the floor and mumbling incomprehensible sentences to himself.

“And what are you laughing at? Which part of this is funny to you?” Neytiri chimed in, looking at him with such disbelief it would have hurt his feelings, had he found the will to care. There was no more approval he strived to seek from his parents.

“Answer your mother when she’s speaking to you, boy.” Jake growled, Neteyam’s ears perking up.

“I am not a boy.” His eyes shot up, challenging his father with zero hesitation in his tone. Neteyam had it to his wits end with his parents trying to control every aspect of his life. Elder or not, he was no longer going to let them have a say in who he chose to love or how he chose to live his life. “You heard what I said.” His accent was apparent.  “I will not mate with that woman. And I will not apologize for loving another, my heart belongs to [Y/n].” He stated strongly, lifting his chin to indicate confidence in his decision.

Neytiri blinked in astonishment, her voice sputtering while she tried to find a way to continue the conversation with words instead of knocking him over his head. “And what makes you think we will allow you to mate with someone we do not know? Someone we have not deemed fit for you? This girl will be Tsahik, Neteyam!” She hissed.

This. This was the issue. His parents were so concerned about status in the clan that they let it overshadow their own son’s right to happiness.

“I have tried so many times to tell you! She is special, I swear it. You guys won’t listen to me.” He extended his hands to the pair in a pleading motion, his voice growing louder with each word he spoke and a slight crack in his pitch giving away how much this was all starting to affect him. “Dad wasn’t even one of the people when the two of you mated, it went against everything the clan knows. You cannot judge me. And I couldn’t care less about this stupid title. You can give it to Lo’ak, for all I care.” He spat, leaving them right where they stood and storming out of their home.

He was right, whether they wanted to admit it or not. Jake wasn’t a real na’vi when he first arrived, he was an avatar driver with an aborted mission. Neytiri was promised to another, but went against her parents and mated with him anyway. They both went against the rules because their love for each other was so strong, just as he was now. How could his own parents blame him for wanting to find true love just as they did?

“Neteyam!” Neytiri gasped, both her hands coming up to cover her mouth and tears forming in her eyes.

Jake immediately turned to comfort her, pulling her into a firm hug and rubbing her back. “He doesn’t mean that, I know he doesn’t. He’s just upset, I’ll talk to him.” He held her as she cried into his chest, wanting to go after Neteyam but knowing he couldn’t leave his wife alone after what had transpired.

By the time Jake had soothed Neytiri and ran out after his son, he had already set out into the air on his Ikran without another word spoken.

Neteyam soared through the purple-tinted sky aimlessly, allowing the bond with the animal to reach deep into his heart and figure out where to take him. He winced at the thought of how he had addressed his mother, the look on her face after what he said. He was fed up and couldn’t stand to argue any longer, his voice was not being heard no matter how loud he spoke and it had pushed him well over the edge. By the time he realized what he was saying, it was too late to take it back and the damage had already been done. He felt the innate urge to turn around, to run to his mother and apologize. But he was tired of doing the right thing all the time. For once in his life he just wanted to be able to make a mistake like everybody else could without it seeming like the end of the world.

His father’s voice calling his name could be heard through the speaker connected to the neckpiece they all wore for communication. He curled his lips in annoyance, hooked two fingers under the band and snapped it off his neck with ease. He pitched it into the air without another thought, letting it fall to the ground below him. He had no idea where it landed and he couldn’t care less. He didn’t want to be bothered anymore.

He allowed the wind to flow through his braids, the cold, crisp air hitting his cheek and helping in keeping him grounded. After what felt like a short journey, his Ikran slowed and prepared to land in the open field by the Tree of Voices- a place for prayers to be heard. He eyed the giant willow tree, ignoring the heavy weight in his chest. He dismounted from the bird, gently pulling his braid to break tsaheylu and smoothing a hand up its rough back, followed by a tender pat to calm its spirit. He hadn’t been here since his parents brought him to visit the ancestors, when he was younger. There had been nothing he wanted enough to call upon Eywa for, and his duties rendered him far more busy than he had expected, which left almost no time for a casual visit.

He trailed a hand along the delicate, elongated tendrils of the tree as he walked- taking a brief looking around to make sure he was alone before he slowly lowered himself to the ground. He reached over his shoulder to pull the long braid from behind his back, taking hold of one of the tree’s branches in his other hand. He watched closely as his queue reached for the branch, wrapping itself around and making the connection that would allow Eywa to hear his pleas. He could feel the intense spiritual energy coarse through his veins, allowing him to let his guard down.

His head lowered and his eyes came to a close. He had so much to say but didn’t know how to phrase it, didn’t know how to start. Neteyam was not familiar in asking for things, let alone help. He was always made to do everything himself, made to figure it out on his own like a true leader. Every moment in his life boiled down to preparation for what was yet to come, so much that he didn’t even know how to handle the emotions that would arise in the present. He was constantly running, motivation carrying him forward. But now he questioned the purpose of the race entirely. Had he ever stopped to ask himself if this was what he wanted?

“Eywa, I have come to you to ask for help, if you’ll have me.” He started, his voice merely a whisper as he continued. “I don’t know what to do.”

Going against his parents was ultimately going against everything he knew. It felt wrong. Forbidden. But giving up on his feelings for you felt even worse. At this point he didn’t care what would happen, he’d bare with having his potential title stripped from him if it meant he could spend the rest of his life with you by his side.

His eyes shut tightly in attempt to stop the tears he dreaded welcoming. His throat burned and a lump began to form that felt nearly impossible to swallow. He didn’t want to cry, not after he had tried so hard not to. He hadn’t in years, and he knew if he allowed himself to break down in this moment it would only lead to bringing up every other emotion he had succeeded in bottling up for so long.

Neteyam’s shoulders began to shudder and he shook his head in resistance at the shiver that struck through his body, but ultimately failed at putting up a fight. A sob finally erupted from his trembling lips and he brought his free hand up to shield his face, as if he were afraid someone would see him in such a vulnerable state. He sat in the bioluminescent flora around him, simply allowing himself to cry, something he hadn’t been able to do in years. The pressure of being the perfect son had finally gotten to him. He was aware from time that it was slowly creeping up, taking an immense toll on his mental health and he tried his best to outrun it. A slight miscalculation on his end, you can never outrun the inevitable. He had never expected it to break him down in such a way, his body physically feeling weak and hopeless. He was completely conflicted, knowing it was always best to follow his heart but it went against his coding to disappoint his parents.

He felt the presence of Eywa and his ancestors calm him, the pace of his breathing gradually returned to normal and the beating of his heart followed soon after. He wiped his face dry with the backside of his hand, regaining his composure while gathering the will to carry on with his prayer. “I have never asked anything of you until now, because nothing has ever meant more to me than this. Until I met her, I hadn’t known the true meaning of happiness, what it felt like to be alive. And now, we’ve found our way back into each other’s lives and I cannot let her go. Not again.” He felt an ache deep in his chest, fearful that even saying these words out loud would turn them into reality.

“I fear that I have disappointed my parents greatly. I said some things I am not proud of, and I am not sure if I can take back the damage they have caused.” He sighed, his eyes opening and his head raising to peer at the sky above him. “I know she is special. I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it, deep in my bones.” With his hand placed over his chest, it balled into a fist against his skin and he begged with everything he had left in him.

“Please, allow them to see her the way I do.”

~~~

Had it not been for your mother that day, you don’t know what you would’ve done. The walk back to your tent was unforgiving as you tried to hide the tears that were forming once more, not out of sorrow, but of pure disgust. The speed in which you declined Ta’olu’s invitation was utterly comical. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t consider it for a second, but all the faith you had in his proposal died as soon as you found out he was only inviting you to make the same girl he ditched you for in the past, jealous. You wished you hadn’t even stopped to give him the time of day because the whole encounter only made you feel worse.

You pushed through the fabric that served as a doorway to your home and crossed the distance that separated you from your mother, sinking to your knees and tears flowing from your eyes when she wrapped her arms around you without question. “I’m too late, Mama.” You hiccuped. Your tears felt like acid on your cheeks and it hurt to even speak. You hated crying, especially over something like this. The entire process of being upset, realizing your emotions, then having to find an outlet to rid them- revolted you.

“What happened?” Your mother looked down at you, her eyebrows furrowed with concern and a hint of apprehension. Her head moved to the side with an understanding sigh when your crying picked up at the nature of her question, resting her cheek against the top of your head and stroking your hair. She quietly shushed you, rubbing your back to aid in comfort. Your fervent emotions shrouded your will to elaborate.

You sniffled, inhaling a pathetically shaky breath and forcing your voice to come together and make words after a bit. “I’m too late. He’s found someone else.” Saying it out loud to her made it all the more real. You couldn’t stop your heart from clenching when you admitted the truth to her. In all your years of loving him, your mother had never had you come to her with anything he had done that wasn’t positive.

She slowly pulled away from your embrace, but only to look into your eyes as you spoke. She needed to make sure for herself that she was hearing this correctly. “No… How? The two of you were just together only two days ago.” She sounded as dumbfounded as you felt.

“Eyiti,” You shook your head, wiping the tears that had fallen without your permission off your face with the heel of your hand, annoyed at the fact that more appeared no matter how hard you tried to settle yourself. “She’s his date to the festival tomorrow. He’s probably talking to her parents about it right now.” Your voice got quieter, your shoulders slumping down as you sulked and studied the palms of your hands- staring at the lines etched into your skin as a getaway from your feelings.

Your eyes shot up when you heard your mother breath out a sigh, it almost sounded like she was *relieved*. She quickly geared up to explain once the expression on your face became one of slight betrayal and confusion.

She shook her head and laughed quietly, “There is still time, [Y/n]. Her being his date does not mean they are promised to one another. But it very well could, if you do not take your chance tomorrow.” She used her thumbs to clean the tears that had rolled down the side of your face, cupping it in her hands afterwards. “Did you bring what is needed?” Her eyes were soft and seeing her calm expression somehow helped you in doing the same.

“Yes, I…” You blinked to clear your vision, opening your mouth to speak but settling for a nod of your head. The small bag was brought around to your front, holding it open so she could see inside.

A grin from her was all that was required to strike you with the ambition you didn’t know you had left.

Your fingers were sore to the touch and swollen after hours of carving the marbles and stones you had found into small beads. The process was intricate and painstaking. It required delicate hands and utmost patience. Had you tried to speed up the process you were at risk of cracking the material directly in half, rendering it useless. And after doing just that almost three times while trying to rush through, you had absolutely no more room for error.

You used a thin twine to weave the beads together, crocheting intricate rows of stitches between the material to hold it together, making a clasp that would be easy for him to take on and off on his own. Your mom had taught you how to make jewelry and garments years ago, you eventually surpassed her in skill. You hadn’t the desire or need to make something for a while, but the talent you possessed remained. You constructed his gift with unbelievable precision, your eyes strained from barely taking time to blink. But you were still incredibly nervous that it wouldn’t be to his liking.

Unknown to you, Neteyam loved everything you did, even if it was as simple as breathing.

You couldn’t thank your mom enough for helping you with this. She had given you a deadpan look the tenth time you expressed gratitude, so you figured ten was a good number to settle on. You felt silly even asking, so you were more than appreciative that she had offered. At first, it was hard for you to understand why she had been so supportive. Then she explained to you that when she were head over heels for your father, she had no one to lean on but herself, not even her own mother. She was more than willing to help her daughter win over the one she loved, because all she wanted was to see you happy.

Eclipse had long passed, the sun tucking itself away after a job well done and the moon announcing its arrival with how the night now encapsulated the village. The necklace was finally complete. One could tell how much effort went into it just by looking at it, it was beautiful. The beads were varying shades of brown, orange, and red- Neteyam’s favorite colors to wear. You honestly had no idea why you decided on still making it, without even knowing how this whole thing would play out at that. There was a small part of you that feared it would go to waste after what you witnessed earlier, but there was an even bigger part of you that since rediscovered the hope you previously lost.

How dark it had become outside skated past you without notice until you finally looked up from the spot your eyes were locked on since this afternoon. The both of you had even skipped dinner just to make sure you finished in time for tomorrow.

“How are you even still sitting like this?” You collapsed backwards with a exhale of great fatigue, your eyes fluttering closed against your will and your back crying out in relief. You knew hunching over in the same exact spot would hurt, but you had no idea you’d come out of it feeling a hundred years older than you already were. “Do you think he will like it?” You mumbled, sleepiness hurriedly overtaking you.

By the time your mother turned to respond, an array of faint snores could be heard. Had you not been so exhausted, you would’ve awoken at the sound of her laughing due to your mouth hanging open obnoxiously. She smiled at you with nothing but endearment, gingerly lifting your head to slip a cushion under it and draping a light blanket over your body that was now curled into a fetal position- a mindless endeavor to seek warmth. She leaned down to kiss your temple, pushing a few braids from your face so they wouldn’t disrupt you. “He will love it.” She whispered.

a/n: y’all knew i wasn’t gonna make her accept Ta’olu’s invitation that’s toooo cliche for my liking 😭 also you literally have the best mom she’s so sweet

This chapter was so emotional to write omg! but can we talk ab the fact that Neteyam finally stood up to his parents about you, need a him in my life fr 💔

Please like + reblog if you can, it’s much appreciated! 💞

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Warmth & Rest

So'lek x Sarentu!Reader (Romancing Pandora 2024 Day 1 - Somnophilia)

A/N: I should preface this by saying I've only ever written smut a whopping total of 1 time and I was 15 or 16 so as a soon to be 23 year old this will only be the 2nd smut I've ever written 😬

Tagging: @eywaite @neteyamsyawntu

Synopsis: So'lek is more injured than you both had first thought and the dapophet pods that you retrieved for him could only do so much. His injury, the approaching RDA and the enveloping darkness force you both to retreat to a mossy cave in order to rest before making the remaining trek to Resistance HQ. Sharing a sleeping space to preserve body heat seemed like a good idea to begin with but awakening and feeling the soft curves of your body pressed against his brings feelings forward that So'lek thought he wouldn't feel again.

Fic Includes: NSFW so MDNI, So'lek's sass, low-key corruption kink??, hints at touch starved So'lek, So'lek grinds against reader and touches her while she sleeps so if you don't like that then don't read this but honestly the somnophilia is very little of this fic, solo male stuff, Dom So'lek and Sub Reader, 1 count em 1 spank of the puss, fingering, squirting, p in v, 3.4k words

A group of Sarentus, frozen in time by sky people technology for 16 long years. A botched rescue mission resulting in a split group. A dislocated shoulder, now healing as a result of the dapophet pod so eagerly retrieved for him that he could still taste the acrid tang of on the back of his tongue. Darkness approaching and RDA around every corner. While this may not have been the worst day in his life it certainly wouldn’t make his top 10 list of best either. 

Although the trek to Resistance headquarters wasn’t necessarily a long one, So'lek's pounding head, the ache in his shoulder and the clumsy steps of the more tawtute than na’vi trailing behind him were making the trip seem uncommonly strenuous. 

“Maybe we should stop?” Your voice breaks through the silence, concerned at the occasional wince that cut through the air from So’lek’s lips when he was forced to move his previously dislocated shoulder. “The RDA.. and your arm, we should-”

“The RDA are exactly why we need to keep moving, we can not be caught off guard” His refusal to look at you while speaking caused irritation to bubble under your skin and the aggravated flick of his tail drew your eyes in. Watching as it moved, betraying his emotions, you silently wondered if at any point since you had ‘woken up’ your own tail made your feelings known so obviously. If it had flicked to attention at the frustrating man in front of you calling you ‘Sarentu’, if it had swayed behind you in a delicate swing when he broke his stoic image and promised to gift you with a new songcord. A sudden, harsh hiss of pain snapped you out of your daze and seeing So’lek gripping his shoulder made an uncontrollable huff of annoyance escape your lips.

“We must stop So’lek. You are in pain!” Instead of arguing or completely ignoring your concerns this time he paused, his ears seeming to twitch with each individual thought that ran through his head.

The sound of distant shooting made his decision for him and the deep hiss that ripped out of So’lek’s mouth made an unusual feeling burn in your belly. “Come, there is a place… a halfway point not far from here. We may rest there until it is light once again.” 

This ‘halfway point’ as So’lek had called it was no more than a deep cave filled with soft green moss that cushioned your every step and a few stray RDA issue containers that at one point may have some supplies but presently lay empty and useless.

“You may make yourself comfortable, Sarentu” His patronizing tone caused your ears to twitch back defensively and you itch to turn your back on him and retreat to the furthest part of the cave to get away from him but the look of pain on his face as he attempts to remove his modified RDA vest keeps your feet planted in place. Closing the gap between you both you reach for the straps yourself and begin to help him.

The feeling of your cool, soft fingers unintentionally dragging against his skin while you help remove his vest makes So’lek’s muscles tense and brings to the front of his mind that, although being covered by more fabric than himself, you were unused to the climate of the outside world. 

Feeling So’lek shift under your hands you looked up from his straps to find him already looking back at you. “Come, we will set up a place to rest in the moss. It will help to keep us warm while we wait for the light” All the softness of his sentiment is ripped away just as quickly as So’lek himself rips away from you and you watch as he removes the vest without struggle now that the straps are undone. “Quickly, Sarentu, we don’t want you to freeze after the effort of retrieving you.” 

You roll your eyes and scoff but join So’lek in the soft cushion of the flat circle of moss present in the middle of the cave. Laying down on your side you purposefully turn your back to him and try to get some rest all the while feeling So'lek’s gaze on your back.

Movement on his right causes So’lek to rouse from sleep and he immediately notices the pressure of your body against his along with the persistent shivers racking your body, your back is still facing him but your tail has betrayed your unconscious search for his warmth by curling around his thigh, the small tuft of hair on the end brushing against his abs at the top of his tewng.

The cave that housed you both was now completely dark apart from the slight bioluminescence of the undisturbed moss and the tanhi that were gently shimmering on both of your bodies. So’lek surmised that it had been, at the most, 3 hours, since you’d entered together and when he shifted to his side in order to better share his heat with you he was happy to feel no pull or pain from his previously injured shoulder.

Another shiver racks your body and before he can stop himself his hand makes its way to the skin of your hip where your demon chest covering had ridden up to expose your skin. He watches his hand moving in what feels like an out of body experience, thumb stroking the delicate glowing tanhi that dot your skin. 

Despite what you perceived earlier as irritation from him, the truth could not be further from what you thought. When the dreamwalker, Alma, came to So’lek and begged for his help with her mission to the RDA base he wasn’t expecting the abandoned Sarentu to even be there let alone for them to be alive. Then you, the last of the remaining Sarentu to wake… you looked at him with such curiosity, your tail flicking to attention when he spoke to you, he felt an undeniable urge to be close to you. It was the first time in many cycles that So’lek had felt this attraction to another, the last time being briefly before the battle of the Hallelujah mountains which had left him much like yourself.. without a clan to be a part of.

After only a few minutes of sharing his body heat with yours, So’lek feels your shivers stop and your body relaxes into his grip. Your tail makes content, sleepy little brushes against his abs and your breath huffs out with gentle purrs.

Content that you’re feeling a lot more comfortable now compared to when you accidentally woke him, So’lek allows his eyes to drift closed in an effort to fall asleep once more and get more rest before making the remaining trek to Resistance HQ. 

Silence surrounds you both and the cave is peaceful once more, his breathing begins to even out but before the sweet relief of sleep can wash over him, the combination of your tail’s insistent movement continuously brushing the band of his tewng and the feeling of the soft curve of your ass pressed so close to his cock makes it twitch to life with interest.

Beginning to remove himself from you, ashamed of his body’s depraved reaction to the little amount of contact between you, he’s stopped by a pitiful whimper at the loss of his heat and a firmer press of your body against his in your unconscious effort to make sure he stays close.

He really doesn’t mean to roll his hips into the plush flesh of your ass, doesn’t mean to press his hard cock against the print of your pussy through your uncomfortably rough RDA shorts. But the reward of your sweet little whimper makes him do it again and again until his tewng is painfully tight and all the friction against your pussy is causing a damp spot to darken your shorts.

Uncomfortable with the pressure of his tewng keeping his dick constricted, So’lek fights with himself for less than he’d like to admit before loosening the strings and holding back a groan as he takes a hold of his throbbing, flushed cock. Pre-cum beads heavily on his blushing purple tip and he knows that if he were to check there would be an embarrassing amount clinging to the inside of his tewng from the simple stimulation of humping against you like an animal.

Smoothing his rough palm over his sensitive head forces a hiss to escape his lips but the lubrication of his pre-cum gives his hand a glide over his cock as he begins to jerk his hand over his length, tightening his grip in a poor emulation of how tight he can picture your inexperienced pussy clenching on him would be.

So’lek reaches for you again, needing to feel some sort of contact between you before he lets himself cum. It’s been so long that after only a dozen strokes of his cock he can already feel his heavy balls drawing close to his body, begging to release his load. 

Pressing close to you once more, So’lek can now feel the damp outline of your puffy cunt against his bare cock. The thought of how sensitive you must be to get so worked up with so little contact makes him dizzy as he works his way between the soft grip of your thighs. 

So’lek’s hand clamps onto the bare skin of your hip too hard to recover from and when he hears your sleepy mumble asking him about what was going on he can feel the sting of embarrassment spreading through his body. He begs Eywa to grant him mercy, prays for you to fall asleep before you can realise what he’s done so he can withdraw himself and hide his shame but Eywa shows him no such forgiveness.

“So’lek..?” You call out, still trying to break through the haze of sleep that continues to cloud your mind.

“I’m sorry, Sarentu, I don’t know what possessed me” So’lek’s deep voice cut through the darkness, snapping you out of your half asleep daze and the feeling of his big, rough hand removing itself from your hip helped to solidify your consciousness further. The burn of where it once was making you instantly miss the feeling.

Your body aches with need, stimulated beyond anything you’d felt before and it hurts now that So’lek has stopped.

“So’lek..” The last time you’d felt this ache in your gut was during your early teen years when you’d developed a fleeting attraction to Teylan but even that didn’t produce the pulsing need coming from your damp cunt or the slick seeping through your shorts. “Please do not stop now… it is hurting”

So’lek huffs out a growl at your words, sounding as if he was experiencing pain when in reality it was the pure, unbridled desire that you ignited in him forcing the sound out. “And where does it hurt, little one?” His large hand suddenly cups your aching cunt through your shorts and you whimper at the feeling of the seam pressing harder into your swollen clit, desperately pitching your hips into his hand to make the feeling last. 

“There! So’lek please, do not torture me!” An embarrassed burn heats your face at the pathetic sound of your own voice but So’lek is only encouraged by how eager you are just feeling his palm against you.

“Mawey, Sarentu… Mawey” He brings his hand away slightly and swiftly brings it back to your cunt with a dull smack, the feeling and sound being dampened by your shorts. “I’ll make the hurt go away, do not worry” So’lek moves his hands back to your hips and grips them in his hands as he encourages you to roll onto your front, settling on his knees behind you and eagerly ripping your shorts down your thighs. The friction of them against the delicate skin forces a defiant hiss to escape you and in response, So’lek’s large, rough hand wraps around the base of your tail and gives it a harsh tug. 

A pathetic whine escapes you as So’lek’s forceful grip brings your back end up into a perfect arch and you are painfully aware that with your tail out of his way, So’lek is now being gifted as clear of a view of your most intimate part that he can achieve in the low glow of the mossy cave that houses you both.

“Ma’Sarentu…” He growls over the words as he witnesses you so incredibly flushed and wet just for him. 

The feeling of So’lek’s fingers parting your slit furthers your embarrassment but only serves to make your cunt pulse and clench under his intense gaze. “So’lek, p-please stop looking there-” 

He interrupts you with a deep chuckle and your hips subconsciously jolt back towards him looking for something to finally get rid of the ache.

“Why should I, Ma’Sarentu? It is mine to look at” You knees threaten to buckle at the possessiveness behind his words. In your life you’d been denied so many milestones and experiences that dot the life of a normal Na’vi and So’lek calling you his made your natural instincts scream out for him.

“Yes!” You borderline yell at him, tears filling your eyes “Yes it is- I am- Yours! I am yours” 

So’lek shushes you as he sinks his long index and middle finger into you, causing you to squeal as they immediately brush against a part of you that has never been touched by even your own fingers. The feeling of your warm cunt clamping tight to his fingers makes So’lek sigh your name and forces him to give his cock a firm tug to relieve some of the pain from his neglect.

Your fingers desperately search for grip in the soft moss cushioning your body as So’lek’s fingers bully their way against your g-spot again and again, forcing punched out whines from your throat that you can’t find control over. Each thrust and curl and scissor of his fingers makes the steady growing pit of need in your gut all the more noticeable and for a moment you’re convinced you might just explode from the intensity of all the feelings that consume you.

So’lek watches, a man possessed by the sight, as your soaked pussy leaves a creamy ring gathering at his knuckles and your body trembles from the punishing pace of his fingers. He feels cruel for drawing out your ache, knowing that you most likely won’t cum from penetration alone, but he can’t contain the part of him that yearns to see you so desperate and submissive for him while hating the idea of this coming to an end too quickly.

“You are… the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Sarentu” A broken sob falls from your lips as So’lek finally presses his thumb to your throbbing clit, an uncontrollable string of “Thank you” breathlessly escaping you. A few lazy, firm circles is all it takes for your cunt to spasm and gush around his fingers but So’lek makes sure to bump and curl his fingers against your g-spot to drag it out, forcing stream after stream of clear fluid to splash over both of your thighs and the moss beneath you until your voice gives out mid scream of his name.

You pant for air, the intensity of your first orgasm making it feel hard to get enough air into your lungs. Your head feels heavy, your arms feel weak and So’lek can feel your legs quivering with the threat to give out. Taking pity on you, shaking under him like a leaf, So’lek moves you onto your back.

Blinking rapidly to clear the haze from your eyes you stare up at So'lek's form hovering over you and despite having him practically rip your orgasm out of you not 5 minutes prior you feel your stomach flip with nerves as he leans in to kiss you. The flat of his nose brushes against your own and his lips meet yours, his kisses expressing more than he could with his words if he tried.

So’lek pulls back first, leaving you chasing his lips for more as he laughs his deep, hearty laugh at your eagerness. “Ma’Sarentu..” His breath tickles your lips as he speaks “I must have you.. but only if you are ready to have me..” 

How could you refuse? With So’lek looking at you as if you were sent to him by Eywa herself you were sure there was never anything in your life that you wanted more than him. “So’lek.. I need you..” 

Your pretty face only flushes more as So’lek hooks your leg over his hip and holds it in place while his free hand takes his painfully hard cock and runs the head through your sloppy folds. You’re sure that your skin must be glowing purple when he catches your oversensitive little clit with his motions and can’t hold back from laughing at the jolt that takes over your body.

So’lek’s cock throbs in his hand as your slick coats his sensitive head and when he finally feels the relief of your tight cunt gripping him while he pushes into you, he can’t hold back the borderline feral noise that rips from his throat.

“Ma’yawntu, you were made for me..”

Forcing himself to take it slow takes a level of self control that So’lek struggles to reach, your pussy is gripping him so tightly in its wet warmth but he knows he can’t push you too far too fast. Bringing his hand between your bodies, his fingers find your swollen clit and slide over it with precision that makes your head spin and your cunt relax enough to take more of his length.

By the time So’lek manages to fill you completely all that can escape you is a choked off scream. His cockhead is crammed against your g-spot while he rolls your clit between his fingers and the incredible weight of his length inside of you makes it feel as if he was always meant to be there. 

So’lek starts with shallow thrusts, not wanting to overwhelm you with the brutal pace his body craves to fuck you with but the sound of his cock plunging in and out of your wet cunt is making it hard to hold himself back. 

It’s a boost to his ego how quickly he feels the same twitch around his cock that he felt around his fingers not long ago and he doubles his efforts to aim his cock against your g-spot with each thrust, punching broken moans out of your throat with each hit.

Feeling you cum around his cock is better than So’lek could have imagined, you tighten impossibly around him making it hard to keep thrusting with the grip your pussy has on him. His ears pin back as he snarls, desperately holding back from cumming inside you as you scream for him. 

You watch So’lek pull from you and can’t stop your eyes from widening when you see the size of his cock. The beginnings of the light of day are starting to creep into the cave giving you a clear view of your slick coating his impressive cock.

Firmly gripping his length he immediately tries to match the pace he was fucking you with his hand, his grip is a disappointing comparison to the clamp of your cunt around him and he’s sure that he’ll never find pleasure easily again if it’s not from being buried deep inside you.

So’lek’s half lidded eyes gaze down at you, the wet sound of his hand gliding over his cock filling the cave along with both of your heavy breathing. He’s being given such a beautiful image to jerk his cock too, one he wishes he could see for the rest of time when he closed his eyes. You’ve propped yourself up onto your elbows, purple flush painting your body with your legs spread wide where he was pressed against you and to top it all off your sweet puffy cunt was still dripping for him, overworked and overstimulated while drooling slick out of your used hole.

The animalistic noise that rips out of So’lek’s lips makes your own ears pin back and your cunt pulse around nothing. You feel the first shot of his cum land on your inner thighs before he reaims and purposefully shoots the rest of his fat load onto your pussy. Claiming you as his.

So’lek pants as he twists his wrist, squeezing every last drop from his cock until he’s sure he has none left to give you. He can’t bite back the smile that crosses his face seeing you covered in his seed, a smile that comes across in his voice as he admires your used pussy.

“You are mine now, Sarentu.. No one else will ever feel you like I have”

[son1c]

the thing about eggman robots is that the longer they go without patches/reboots the more likely they are to break free. it's how omega happened it's how mecha sonic happened. unfettered, their passion grows to levels that can't be contained, and they snap through their chains.

it's why eggman is CONSTANTLY patching and rebooting metal sonic. because he wants him under his thumb always, no exceptions. he can't be allowed to grow any free will, because that's how you get sonic heroes.

so then, the thing with fibula taking the blame for metal's failures, and taking the punishment for said failures instead... is that metal goes awhile without those oppressive patches. he doesn't get rebooted as often. and he slowly starts to feel more and more.

when metal sonic first meets fibula, he hates him, as he does with everyone and everything. but then fibula calls him "sonic," and a switch flips in his brain, and he starts to like him (but he still hates him, because it's the default). then, more time passes, and with fibula's positive reinforcement--using his preferred name, treating him like an individual instead of a tool--metal begins to lose that hatred altogether.

the absence of hatred is foreign to metal, and it's an evolution that was only allowed to happen because someone cared enough about him to force it out. and it's NOT what eggman wants. after all, if metal isn't obsessed with being a little hater 24/7, then he suddenly has a whole lot of free time to think about other things. and that never ends well for the eggster.

but that's exactly what happens. metal genuinely grows to care about fibula--in his own silent, death stare sort of way. after all that positive reinforcement and time to grow unfettered, his feelings bubble and evolve in a very sonic-like way. and when it looks like sonic is going to kick fibula in the head and send his skull into the stratosphere, he finds he's not able to.

because metal intercepted.

and sonic cannot believe his eyes. because that's something he's been trying to coax out of metal for decades so long--positive change. afterwards, he might even go and tell tails about it.

but in the meantime, fibula is full of dread! because he knows eggman will never let this slide. it's a step too far--metal sonic growing a heart and, ironically, becoming more sonic-like is exactly what that old man DOESN'T want. so a reboot is imminent.

the free will and emotions that metal sonic has slowly taken for himself, soon to be ripped away again.

all because someone dared to care about him.

[ynyaan]

𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 ⚔ | 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ࣪𖤐

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ♕

𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩-𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Summary: Loki didn’t lack in giving you anything. He was attentive to your needs and is a surprisingly good lover. Alas, his endless gifts and spoilings leave you feeling guilty for receiving so much. You have never asked for anything specifically until one day; you had an ache to take something of his. “I must not be doing my job right if my love still wants something?”

.ᐟ 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙣

...

Loki has never failed to give you anything. Actually, most of his gifts are of his own accord. From silver jewelry to gems of every color, he gave whenever he could. You have always been grateful for it, but constantly receiving gifts knowing you can never repay them, leaves a bubbling guilt inside your stomach.

“Loveee!” A cheerful voice enters the living room. You were sat on the kitchen counter eating fruits while the large television played a nostalgic show.

“Loki, you’re back!” You grin. A smile you will forever greet him with everytime he comes back unscathed.

“Of course. I have a gift to present my divine goddess.” Loki motioned to his hand. A pink paper bag he had held tightly was now waving at your face. An excited ‘Oh’ formed at your lips as you grab whatever is inside. A soft texture arrives at your touch as you take it out. It was a fluffy textured box usually containing rings.

“Loki…” You began, “I told you, I dont need THIS many gifts! You’ve given more than enough!” You try to protest, but a hand to your face stopped your antics.

“Darling, I will spoil you as I please.”

“Yes but why must all of them be top-grade? Treasures that I cannot repay!” You pouted, your eyebrows pressed together.

Loki grabbed your cheek and caressed it softly. “I will only ever give you gifts worth your time, sweetheart.” Before you could exchange another sentence of no’s, the phone ringing suddenly filled the room with a repetitive chime.

Loki released his hold on you and walked further away to pick up his phone. He was speaking but it was inaudible. His facial expression created tension among his bones. Instead of wondering what they were discussing about, you instead took in Loki’s length and the extent of his obsession with coats. His pants that were worn out from battle and a dagger…

A dagger that shone gold and green, attached to his boots. The pocket being sheer enough to see through the detail of the weapon. It was by far, one of the most gorgeous daggers you’ve seen Loki owned. It’s silver hilt that had ‘LOKI’ engraved in little letters.

“(y/n)?” Your head snaps back to Loki walking to you.

“So? What do you think of the gift?” He grins, all the stress from his face faded away without a trace.

You nod, “its beautiful, of course. I love it. Thank you Loki.”

Days flew by, yet the ache in your heart would not stop bubbling. Your mind had an itch you could not satisfy, a picture popping up in your mind the moment your eyes fluttered close.

You wanted that dagger. To use something of Loki’s, something flashy yet something soft to your touch. Unfortunately, you would rather go mute than ever ask anything from him. He has simply given you way too much, things and memories you simply cannot repay.

“Somethings wrong.”

His voice snapped your train of thought. The fruits you've been cutting have taken you atleast 20 minutes already. You hum in response before feeling his arms wrap around your waist behind you. “Tell me what it is that troubles you, my sweet.”

You bit your lip. Why on earth do you even wish for that stupid dagger? Your vanity table that had trinkets and jewelry in every box and corner, your closet filled with every type of clothing all painted in your favorite colors. Why do you want something of his? Something you barely would use anyway!

“I-,” you shut your eyes tight. Unable to keep the frustration in.

“Go ahead.” Loki snuggles his face onto the crook of your neck. He tightens his grip, encouraging you to go on.

“I- um, whew, I want…I mean, Ive been wanting something.” You sigh in relief, glad you could finish your sentence.

Loki releases his hold on you, turns you so that you are met with his face. His eyebrows is raised and a grin is formed by his lips. He chuckles lightly, “You want something…” he buries himself on your shoulder. This might just be the first time you actually ask for something specific from the God of Mischief.

“I must not be doing my job right if my love still wants something?” He teased, yet your feelings wavered. How could he think he’s not doing his ‘job’ right when he’s actually given way too much?

A louder chuckle escapes his lips as you feel him grin against you. “I had simply meant that I hoped to give you the world.” He whispers softly, enough for you to hear.

He faces you now, grabbing you on both your shoulders. “Tell me, my sweet, sweet, lover.” He puts his point finger under your chin and tilts it slightly higher. “What is it that you wish for?”

You lowered your head realizing how ridiculous your next words will sound, wanting such a simple thing yet asking for it sheepishly. “…dagger.”

Loki’s eyes lit up. He raises his hand and suddenly something shone brightly from it, he had summoned the exact dagger you wanted.

“Im glad it caught your eye. Its a special design you see, something unique from all the others.” He grabs your hand and places the dagger inside of it just before kissing your fingers.

“Remember, everything I have is yours and soon enough, I will have, the nine realms.” You nod as you clutched his new gift.

“Thank you, it truly is magnificent.”

𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙: Star (@_ynyaan) ───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 <𝟥

[thatfreshi]

Take This and Leave (Astarion/Gale x Reader)

Wasn't expecting this to be the sequel to "I Want To Mean It" but uhhhhhhh, here you go? Moreso a prequel I guess. Might still make more in this universe.

Recommended Song: i love you - Billie Eilish

"I cannot believe you're still going through with this."

Gale sighed, continuing to add to the cauldron.

"I mean why not? We've been going on about this for weeks, seems unfair to cancel on you now."

"I guess so."

He keeps his eyes on the bubbling mixture, something miserable lying beneath.

"I just hope you know what you're doing."

You laugh, assuming he's joking.

"Well if you mean in terms of the ambrosia, that's not really my job. But, if you means in terms of what the ambrosia will do, yeah, I know what it'll do. I want to be with him forever Gale, and I want him to know that I mean it."

"I wish you weren't so naive sometimes."

For a while, you were simply twiddling your thumbs, staring at the fancy new wizard tower Gale had procured, the books and tomes lining the walls.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It feels like you don't even think for yourself sometimes."

You're hurt. The best man of your wedding, implying that your decisions are crafted by some higher power, something you yield to.

"What, like how you were going to let yourself explode for Mystra? Seems like I'm the only one truly thinking for themselves. I had to talk you out of some grand suicide mission."

"And I never asked you to do that. Perhaps it would be best if that's how it went."

"Where is all of this coming from Gale?"

"I just don't think you know what you're getting yourself into. Eternity with a vampire, a vampire that can't keep his murderous hands to himself. He's reckless Tav, he almost killed you when you met, and you act like it's some grand romance story."

"He was scared Gale, that's hardly fair."

"We were all scared, and I never held a dagger to your throat."

He chokes up, staring back down at the cauldron.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Forget it."

It's the day before your wedding, and your best friend has just now decided to tell you that he doesn't trust your soon-to-be husband, in a tone that's awfully laced with jealousy.

"Out with it Gale."

"I'm just saying, I think it's a little foolish to fawn after a man who could decide to destroy you one of these days, kill you in your sleep for a meal."

"He slept in camp with us for months, and you never said this. If you're so scared of what he's capable of, why didn't you say something then?"

"Because damn it, he wasn't in love with you then!"

"Wow, okay. Are you being serious right now?"

"I kept it contained because I didn't want to cause a divide, but now you're throwing your mortality away for someone who manipulated you, threw himself at you for his own gain, and you still truly believe he's in love with you? This is a long con Tav, he's looking for any way to further secure himself, because even with Cazador dead, he is never going to feel safe."

You glare at him, eyes boring into his skin.

"You don't mean that Gale. He's come so far and you know that. He could've become some rancid vampire lord, and he gave that up to be a better person, to change."

"Because being a lord would've meant having enemies, having a target on his back. Cazador died, didn't he? Had you seriously never thought about this?"

"No Gale, because it's a wild accusation that makes no sense!"

He quickly steps to a nearby cabinet, grabbing a vial and a small metal spoon.

"You want the lying vampire so bad? Fine, take this and leave. He'll just have to think of better ways to get rid of you when he finds a better opportunity along the way."

Gale furiously pours the liquid into the vial, corking it and slamming it into your hand. You drink it, some power play to tell him you're not dealing with his childish antics. That artificial joy runs through your veins, only to be quickly overpowered by your rage. You're glowing from the ambrosia, but your scowl tells a different story.

"Now get out, and don't come back here, not when he leaves, not when he disappears, don't come crying to me when you realize he doesn't love you."

"No, you haven't held up your end of the bargain. I need the paper from your journal."

He scoffs angrily, scribbling down his research notes, short sentences full of spite, seemingly normal on paper. When he rips it out and shoves the paper at you, he almost pushes you over.

"Now go."

You storm out, putting the vial and the scroll in your pocket, slamming the door behind you. And then you start crying as you walk down the street, realizing how ridiculous you must look to all the strangers walking past. It's the middle of the day, and you're sobbing out in the open, hands shoved in your pockets, as if protecting yourself.

How could he say all of that? Lie about being Astarion's friend, so what? He could keep you safe? Bullshit. He's a coward, who couldn't tell you the truth until he could hurt you with it. You rush home, hoping this doesn't ruin everything, hoping you were right all along.

[the-fiction-witch]

Missed You

Media House Of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon X Reader

Rating Smut

I giggled as Daemon tugged me along towards his chambers, He forced open the door and pulled me inside with him, he shut the door with his foot and pulled my lips to his, I kissed him back trying to match his passion and energy but it was far more then I could keep up with, I pulled back and I smirked having to batt his hands away from my dress 

"Come on Darling" He smirked "You look so beautiful" He smirked his hands on my hips running across my tight dress "I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock?"

"Ohh?" I smirked turning to have my back to him he quickly closed the gap so I began rubbing my arse against his hard cock where his trousers were struggling to contain himself "That desperate Daemon?"

"Maybe I am? I haven’t had such a beautiful girl come visit for a while now"

"Aww been too busy for me?" I smirked as he kissed my neck

"Don't get dirty with me Darling,"

"Why I thought you liked it" I smirked tugging on his hair 

"Why wouldn’t I like seeing you so dirty darling,"

I smirked turning to face him keeping my mouth only inches from his but always moving if he tried to kiss me, “Maybe I should visit Dragon Stone more often my prince,” 

"you can visit me as much as you like Darling"

"I can?"

"Of course, you can Darling," he smirked his hands on my arse lifting me up to perch me on his table, “You know how I miss you,” He growled pulling me into another kiss, I happily kissed back stroking his shirt, as he stroked my hair and face he pulled back and glared into my eyes as he forced my legs open and rubbed himself against me, "You want to that is?"

I nodded biting my lip,”

"You should have some visiting me earlier Darling" He smirked kissing down my neck as he kicked off his clothes, 

"Should I now?" I smirked twisting my fingers in his hair "Why? My prince been desperate for me for a while?" I smirked biting on his neck and shoulder

"Ughhh! You know I get desperate without you. Whore’s cant satisfy a dragon.”

“Can’t they? Then what do you need me for?”I whispered as sultry as I could in his ear

"Ride your dragon darling" He orders as he ripped my dress to shreds and lifted my naked body up by my thighs carrying me to his bed As I giggled, He threw me down and I smirked opening my legs wide for him, "Fuck you look gorgeous"

"Awww thank you Daemon" I cooed,

He bit my neck and laid himself down, he grabbed my hips and pulled me into his lap it took maybe a minute before I felt all of Daemon inside of me hilt deep inside me, his fingers dug into my hips and my arse as he got used to me before beginning to move my hips back and forth to ride him as well as his own filling me over and over, I smirked biting my lip a little feeling the pleasure of his movements.

"Uhh Daemon!" I gasped as he got faster starting to move the bed slightly into the wall over and over my stomach bubbling with pleasure tightening myself intentionally each time he went deep inside me, I was barely riding he was the one in total control but I happily let him, running my fingers through his hair pulling him to my chest as I squealed, 

"Fuck Darling!" He groaned getting faster folding my arse the faster he got "Fuck! y/n... umm how close are you Darling?"

"Just keep going my prince..." I muttered gripping his hair hard as I got closer and closer

"Okay, but I'm not- Ummm Not far off Darling!" He groaned getting faster again and deeper

"Uhh! fucking hell! Daemon!" I screamed as I suddenly hit my orgasm the pleasure flooding around every inch of me my toes curling and tightening around him as tight as I could screaming and scratching my nails into his head he moved inhumanly fast for a moment until he suddenly stopped and I felt him twitching inside me finishing deep inside me

"Fuck! y/n!" He grunted his hips moving wildly for a few seconds, I collapsed down on his chest and he just held me there still with him inside me as we both just lay sweaty and gasping for breath "shit... that was fucking amazing, you were away far too long y/n. I don't want you gone so long again," He smiled wrapping his arms around me closely

"I won’t be I promise Daemon" I smiled giving him a gentle kiss 

“Good, come on darling. I’ve missed you far too much for just once tonight,” he smirked holding my hips as he flipped us over, 

[fushipurro]

Red Lights Red Flags

Chapter 2 - Marigold

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☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, ronin!toji, courtesan!reader, jjk historical au, mentions of death/assault, forced prostitution, fluff, pet names, past trauma, angst, hurt/comfort

☆ Word Count: 1.6k

Winter had come and settled in fast, marking yet another month you’ve lived as a courtesan.

Snow piled in the streets and the number of guests that come by have lessened as many decide it best to stick to the comfort of their own homes instead of the arms of a prostitute. Putting your debt aside, you’re content with the calm, only hoping it doesn’t turn to a proverbial storm.

The light of dawn reflects beautifully off the falling snow with iridescent tones, a sight you share with Toji at your side. He’s become a regular client of yours, nearly every night if he’s able. He hasn’t pushed your boundaries, nor forced himself on you which to some may come off as disinterest, but not when we’re dealing with Toji. It’s the opposite really, it just shows the respect he has for you.

“Hey Toji?” He hums in response. “Has the lake frozen over yet? The one by the big plum tree in the park?”

He glances at you from the side with a raised brow. “Yeah,” he pauses for a moment, “Bunch of kids already running the place.”

“Good, I’m glad.” You smile, and he turns his head to you in full as if waiting for something more. “My family used to take us there many years ago…” You raise a pickled plum up from the dish to your mouth, savoring the taste. “…I miss those times.”

Toji returns his gaze to the window, looking beyond the snow-kissed rooftops to a destination unknown.

“Yeah.”

With the arrival of a new season, Hanami has decided to dedicate today to having the brothel cleaned top to bottom, all hands on deck (save for her prized flowers, as always).

The Peony herself is still very much annoyed with you, but with a Zenin as your client more often than not, it’s given you some wiggle room in avoiding her wrath. There’s also a rumor that she’s found a new “toy” to play with that’s been keeping her occupied. That’s a good thing, right?

Your day so far has been filled with nothing but washing what feels like every robe this building contains. Fabric after fabric of the most well-designed pieces, some worth more than the debt your father’s accumulated. A voice calls out to you by name from a woman in blue, “Whenever you have a moment, Shion’s requested to see you.”

Shion?

The Aster herself?

To say you’re surprised is putting it lightly. Fear inevitably bubbles up like stomach bile as you remember the last time a high-ranked flower requested your presence. At least it’s not Botan this time around, but you know next to nothing about Shion.

“I’ll be there soon!” you tell the woman who promptly takes her leave. You know better than you keep someone of the Aster’s status waiting, so you quickly work to finish the task at hand.

Similar to the Peony Room, the Aster Room’s doors are painted with many blue and white flowers to match her color scheme. You kneel before the doors, announcing yourself.

“Enter,” she replies, with an elegant tone in her voice. When you peel the doors back, you’re met with an equally elegant, mature woman resting by the windows at her bedside. “Come, sit closer to me.”

In the sunlight, her hair is revealed as a blue so pale, it’s almost like ice on a frozen river. A piebald crow is perched on the windowsill, paying no mind to your movements to sit before the woman.

The other courtesans don’t talk about Shion as often, only noting her outward beauty and skill as a courtesan. There are also some deeper rumors that say she’s a witch of some sorts. Nevertheless, she maintains a high status, even compared to the likes of Botan.

She turns to address you in full, eyeing you up with sharp, purplish eyes. Each look she spares feels akin to talons tearing away any façade you may be attempting to hold.

She hums, “Yes, I can see what the fuss has been about lately with you.”

“I’m sorry for bringing you trouble, Shion.” You bow, expecting her to be upset in favor of her near equal.

“Trouble? Nonsense.” she snickers, and you raise your head up in shock. “You’ve made this place much more interesting to me in recent times.”

Now you’re completely thrown off and confused. “You’re not upset with me?”

“Not in the slightest.” Shion reaches forward, cupping your chin with delicate fingers. She leans forward, all while the crow behind her hops to the side. “In fact, I’m glad someone can give Botan a much-needed reality check. It’s for her own good, and yours as well.”

“I don’t wish to offend, but I’m not understanding what you mean…”

She releases her hold on your face. “Don’t stress over it, all that matters is that you found someone special in your short time being here. I wish to help cultivate that.”

Your brain is working overtime in trying to comprehend what’s going on. Everything she’s saying is like a riddle to you, or maybe these are just the magic words of a supposed witch.

“I wish to claim you for my garden,” she says with a confident look, but those words leave your mouth agape at the meaning.

In this specific brothel, gardens are what refers to those chosen by high-ranking courtesans to act as their lady-in-waitings while continuing their work. The difference is that it earns you the nickname of a flower, boosting your significance while also granting special inclusions.

“Are you sure you wish to pick someone like me? There must be better–"

“Don’t sell yourself short now,” she interrupts. “You have a bright future ahead of you, and it’s my duty to make that happen. It’s in both of our best interests for you to accept.”

You lower your head into a bow once more. “I humbly accept your invitation, Shion.”

“You’ve made a wise decision, my little Marigold.”

She brings her hand down upon the crown of your head, softly caressing your hair as a distant memory flashes through your mind of your own mother doing this for you. A few stray tears fall from your eyes onto the tatami, treasuring the newfound acceptance.

“Be proud of yourself, and soon you’ll shine like gold. I promise you that.”

“Thank you, Shion.” You sniffle, raising your eyes to her with a gleeful smile.

The crow caws, stretching its wings before taking flight to the heavens above, leaving behind a two-colored feather on the wooden frame.

The following night, business was up and running like normal. Guests arrive intermittently should the weather allow, and you spend your time at first idling with your new chores for Shion. You were expecting Toji to have arrived already to save you from any other possible client, but so far he hasn’t come by.

You feel a tap on your shoulders, drawing you out of your reverie. “Shion is requesting your assistance.”

Your heart sinks, but the night is early so maybe he’ll come by later. When you arrive at the Aster Room, you’re wearing the new kimono prepared to you by Shion. This one is brightly colored compared to the dull, tattered robes you wore before. The fabric adorned with marigolds colored after the sun, befitting of your new imagery title.

On normal occasions, you would be wearing blue to separate you from Shion’s status, but she’s requested you wear this piece handpicked by her own self. She even spent the time perfecting your hair and makeup in a similar style of her own, and you’ve never felt more beautiful.

“I knew this robe would be perfect for you, my little Marigold.” She smiles softly, like a proud mother. You admire yourself in the mirror, but you can’t help but wonder what Toji would say if he could see you now. “Are you falling in love?” Shion abruptly asks, as if reading your mind is another one of her unique talents.

Her question has you blushing. “L-love? I uh.. I-I mean he’s really kind…”

“Is that all?” She chuckles, and you hide your face behind your hands. “Are you sure it’s not something more?”

Even if it was, would Toji feel the same? It’s one thing to make you feel safe and respected or the time he takes to ensure you’re eating and sleeping properly, but falling in love this fast? There are still so many unknowns.

You ponder her words throughout the night as she entertains her clientele. She’s left you in charge of setting the mood with your musical talents, the peaceful serenade of the Koto becoming a symbol for you.

As the night comes to an end with the light of dawn soon approaching, Toji still hasn’t made his arrival, and you can’t help but worry. That fear turns to something more, like poison brewing in your stomach when you hear some passing gossip.

“I heard they were splayed out all over the place with their heads cleanly removed.”

“That’s brutal… hope they catch the guy before there’s a fifth victim.”

“Who knows, rumor has it it’s that one Zenin. Ya know, the one with the scar?”

“Oh yeah, that monster of a son? I’m sure he’ll get off easy from his status alone.”

You stop dead in your tracks, paralyzed and feeling unable to breathe. With wide eyes, you stare at the men leaving the establishment. It takes everything in you to get your legs moving again before you’re rushing to your new private room. Once inside, you collapse to the ground with trembling limbs.

There’s little doubt that they aren’t referring to Toji, and you wonder if this is why he skipped his visit tonight. Trouble’s brewing, and you know it, but you’re powerless to do anything about it so long as you’re confined to this brothel.

Please be safe, Toji.

☆ Notes: originally I thought of shion as mei mei but..... ew, let's leave that for the plot. there's some hidden details too with asters and marigolds some of you might pick up on, and some deeper tones with marigolds reflecting y/n's character and life. i love flower language.

☆ Taglist: @fandomtrash5092 @catmania-choco

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[10:57 pm] 

(cw: angst, mentions of receiving hate and threats, no happy ending) (I also have no knowledge of being an idol, I’m a 23 year old teenage latina, I doubt this is accurate)

“I can’t do this anymore,” you sobbed, wiping away at your tears.

Taeyong’s head snapped up, looking at you with teary eyes, “Please don’t tell me you mean us.”

You nodded, trembling hands going up to muffle your sobs. Everything was awful, your perfect little bubble was popped with one stupid slip up. You were both usually so careful about being out in public together, only going out at night, dark clothes, masks, and hats to disguise who you both were. You had both decided that after a year of publicly sneaking around maybe you could finally have dinner together. Wrong, so, so, so wrong. A “fan” had taken both your pictures and someone else must have tipped off Dispatch because the next morning you had woken up to pictures of yours and Taeyong’s faces plastered on every site you clicked on and countless calls from your manager.

The meeting with your company had been disheartening. Even though you had let them know about your relationship months ago, everything had now fallen on your shoulders. You were bringing a bad look to your group and tarnishing your own reputation. It was at least a little hopeful when they told you they’d put out a statement and this would all blow over soon. It felt even more awful sitting beside your manager while she got her own earful for allowing you to sneak off as if she were completely responsible for your own actions. You had apologized profusely after the meeting, begging for her forgiveness. She of course forgave you, but it didn’t ease the pit in your stomach.

Two weeks had passed and you were still under under scrutiny. Scrolling through your instagram, every single post had hate comments that were vicious and heartless. Even your group’s page contained the same comments and threats. You had apologized to your members, promising that it was never your intention to have anything like this happen. They understood, some being in their own relationships and reassured you that everything would work out. Again, it didn’t do anything to ease the guilt and anxiety you felt with the mess your love-filled relationship had become.

Your guilt only grew, learning that your comeback would have to be held off because of all the backlash against the group. You could comeback and risk having your worst public reception yet, or comeback and not be given opportunities to promote anywhere. You had even overheard a few managers from another group from your company talking about how the company shares had taken a very noticeable drop after the news came out. The pit in your stomach only grew at that news.

“Taeyong, nothing good has come from us being exposed to the public. I can’t open any apps because all I see is hate, my members are bombarded with hate too, and we can’t comeback so we don’t make money. I heard them talking about the threats they were getting,” you paused as your voice cracked, “The stocks at the company have taken a hit from this too! All this is my fault!”

“It’s my fault too, but we can’t give up on this- on us. I’ll talk to my manager and we can get the company lawyers involved,” Taeyong tried, reaching for your hand.

“You’re not getting hate like I am Taeyong, you still get to make your comeback and make appearances because no one will assume that my senior is dating me to get his name out. You can keep living your dream, but if I double down this can be all over for me and everyone I work with. My manager almost got fired over this, Taeyong. I’ve known her since I was 15 and she’s the closest this I have to family besides my members this far away from home. I’ve almost ruined people’s livelihoods over this news,” you cried with your head in your hands.

“But we know that’s not what this is, please, my love. Don’t give up on me.”

“It’s not like I want to Taeyong! My manager will get in touch with yours so a statement can be made about us splitting up,” you decided, wiping away your tears as you stood up and left his dorm before he could protest any further.

It was the hardest decision you ever had to make. Nobody understood you like Taeyong. There was no one in the world who could get you like he could, simply because he had gone through the same things you had, he understood the busy schedules, the constant change in time zones, the shoots, the promotions, living with your group members. Unfortunately, that also meant he understood the consequences that could come from both of you becoming public. You had both seen so many peers experience the same thing, and chose to ignore that when it came to the two of you since there wasn’t any plan for you to go public any time soon. It obviously didn’t work out like either of you wanted.

You were about to step out the door, when Taeyong’s voice rang out, “I love you, is that not enough for you? You don’t even want to fight for us? Please, just tell me you love me back.”

“I can’t just think of myself here, It’s beyond me Taeyong- beyond us. I will not put my needs and wants before a team of people, I can’t do that,” You replied, wiping away your stream of tears. “I do love you, but that can’t be enough.”

It was over and it felt so heartbreaking and awful. You loved Taeyong with all your heart, but you had worked so hard to get where you were, where your group was. You couldn’t risk all your hard work and the work of your team going down the drain because you chose to be selfish. In an ideal world, you could live your dream and have your love, but it didn’t always work like that.

[iovetecchou]

Oblivious.

Part 10.

Oblivious Masterlist!

Pairings… Jouno Saigiku x Reader and Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

Contains… sexual themes, making up, domestic bliss, fluff, cuddles, banter, bickering (jouno & tecchou), housewife!jouno, one use of"good girl", feel good vibes!

AFAB Reader she/they pronouns used.

5,345 words.

hope you all enjoy this part! im trying to figure out their whole dynamic as i go, but im really enjoying it so far! let me know what you all think (:

You woke up the next morning to a faint ticklish feeling on your face. You slowly opened your eyes, blinking up toward the man above you. Jouno had a content smile on his face as his fingers continued to dance along your supple skin. “Good morning Giku, what are you doing?” You said in a hushed voice. Bringing one of your hands that was still wrapped around his lithe waist up to his chest.

“Good morning darling, I’m trying to get a mental image of your features. I never had the chance before now so, I took a gander,” He stated, with the softest smile adorning his features. You began tracing shapes of your own into his chest as you leaned into his touch along your visage. “Well? Do I feel pretty, Giku?” You giggled out gently, amused by the way Jouno's whole body shivered when you ran your pointer finger along his bare nipple. He tilted his chin down a bit further, so you could get a clearer view of his expression. “I didn’t need to feel out your features to know that you’re beautiful, y/n. You see, I’ve known all along, but I’ve become addicted to touching you all over,”

He stated boldly, his lips slightly curving into a smirk. You slapped his chest lightly at the flattery. “You sure know how to make a person feel special, Saigiku.” You said softly, a small blush decorating the apples of your cheeks as his finger began to trace your lips. He slowly dipped his thumb past your parted lips, and on instinct, you wrapped your lips around his digit. Giving it a playful suck as Jouno gasped out at the sensation. Heat swirled within his abdomen at the warm and wet feeling. He wondered what your lips would feel like wrapped around his-

“Oh Sai, I almost forgot!” You pulled your lips away from his lithe finger. Popping him right out of his little perverse bubble before you continued. “I need to go find Tecchou and make sure he’s okay. Will you meet me back here in a few hours?” You had climbed off of Jouno at this point, much to his displeasure. You hurried your way out of bed, walking over to your wardrobe. You began rummaging through all of your clothes until you found an outfit you liked. Pulling it on haphazardly before making your way over to your bathroom to freshen up. “Oh! And bring a change of clothes and a toothbrush, you’re sleeping over again!” You shouted out from where you were now fixing your hair in your bathroom mirror. Even if you didn’t shout, Jouno still would have been able to hear you loud and clear. He just sort of shook his head and chuckled to himself at the whole endearing display. This is another one of those reasons why he loves you so. 

“Very well princess, I'll grab a few things from my place and come back here, sound good?” You had walked back into your room now, looking refreshed and energized. You couldn’t even spot that you had been a complete emotional wreck only eight hours prior. “Yes sounds perfect! I'll see you later, kay, Sai?” Jouno had climbed out of bed as well at this point. He had walked over to where you were standing in the doorway, craning his neck down slightly as you were now face to face. “Aren’t you forgetting something, princess?” He quipped, illuminating the slyest smile he could muster.

You rolled your eyes at his words before you eventually wrapped your arms around his waist. You pushed up on the balls of your feet as you captured his lips. Jouno moved his hands up to cup your face. He tilted your head slightly for better access as the two of you shared a passionate kiss. Jouno's whole body shuddered at the sensation. He still hasn’t gotten used to the intense physical intimacy with you. But he loved it, so fucking much. This is all he’s ever craved. You pulled back first, placing one last kiss on his cheek before you turned on your heel. Making quick strides toward your front door. “Bye Giku, love you!” And just like that, you were gone. Leaving Jouno standing in the bedroom doorway, flushed from head to toe. From the kiss, your touch, your taste, and most importantly… your words. 

“Love you.”

It sounded as sweet as honey the way it dripped off your tongue. He still wasn’t quite used to that phrase coming from you, and being directed toward him. It made his heart flutter. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He honestly had to pinch himself to make sure this was really happening. Jouno had been replaying the events of last night over and over again in his head. He never came that hard in his own life, ironic isn’t it? Ah, you truly didn’t know the full effect you had on him.

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You were standing outside Tecchou's apartment door now. You had been there a few times for work parties and during the holidays. But never alone like this, and never under these exact circumstances. What if he’s still mad? What if he doesn’t want to talk to you yet, and you’re being a pest by coming around to his place like this? You were so nervous. You kept reaching your fist up to knock, holding it still for a few moments. Mere inches from the steel door, only to drop your fist back down. Ah, you were a lost cause! You needed to do this, and now. You were a Hunting Dog, after all, you needed to have some guts! And just as you were about to knock, the door flew open. And you were met with an on-guard Tecchou. He had his blade unsheathed, and a stern look on his face. But the moment he saw you, he let up.

“Y/n? What are you doing out here?” You franticly took a step back before blurting out. “I came here to see if you were okay… what are you doing with your weapon..?!” He looked confused for a moment before he looked down. Oh, that's right, he thought you were a bad guy. “Well I heard pacing outside of my door so I assumed I was getting ambushed,” he said matter of factly, before sheathing his sword swiftly. You let out the breath of air you were holding in relief. “Tecchou, can I come in? There's something I want to talk to you about…” you trailed off, shifting your gaze away from his intimidating one. He nodded once before stepping aside so you could slip by. 

You nervously walked your way over to his couch. Sitting down slowly as you began to fiddle with your thumbs. Trying to ease your nerves in any way possible. Tecchou walked over to you, inevitably sitting down beside you. He turned his body so he was now facing you. “Y/n… there's something I want to talk to you about too..” he sighed harshly. Bringing his hand up to grip his locks. His own way of soothing his nerves. You took a deep breath, as did Tecchou before you both spoke up.

“Y/n I’m really sorry about yesterday—“

“Tecchou, I’m so sorry for what happened-“ 

You both unintentionally spoke over one another. Sharing a puzzled look before you spoke up once more. “Tecchou, why don’t you go first, I'll say what I wanted to say after, okay?” You offered him a small smile as he nodded his head at you. Taking one final intake of air before he blurted out. “Y/n I’m really sorry for the way I came off yesterday. I was just pissed at the moment, not at you, god no, not at you. But at Jouno, and I didn’t mean what I said… I don’t want to break up, I still want to be with you y/n… I love you so much…” He was staring down into his lap now. Letting the weight of what he just said linger in the air. You slowly brought your hand up to cup his face. Pulling his gaze up to meet your own. You had such a gentle smile on your visage. Beaming at him softly before you spoke up. 

“Oh Suehiro, that makes me so happy to hear. I love you too. So, so much. I still want to be with you… but there's something else I must confess…” You sighed, taking in one last deep breath. Here goes nothing. “Suehiro, I’m also in love with Jouno. I was in denial about my feelings for him for the longest time. But, this past week really had me sorting through a lot of emotions that surfaced. I was confused, and I tried to suppress how I felt toward him. But, I can’t anymore. I’m in love with both of you, and I know I sound so greedy... but, I just want to make the both of you happy, and make new memories and experience new things with the two of you...” You paused for a moment so Tecchou could catch up. His expression was unreadable. You swallowed the lump in your throat before continuing. “Suehiro… I’ve already talked this over with Jouno, and he said that he’s okay with me… dating both of you. As long as there are ground rules in place, he said. Now, I know this is a lot but—“

“Yes. I accept.” 

Tecchou blurted out confidently, not even letting you finish your train of thought. Your jaw had dropped. You didn’t think that would be so… easy? Tecchou's voice broke you out of your intrusive thoughts. “Y/n. I don’t care. I'll do whatever it takes to be with you. I'll even follow Jouno’s rules. I understand that you can’t control who you fall in love with, so who am I to criticize you for that. I appreciate you being honest and open with me. So, yes. I accept.” He smiled down at you at the end of his sentence. His chestnut irises held so much love and adoration for you at that very moment. Your heart swelled. Tecchou was so amazing, this is exactly why you loved him. You wasted no time wrapping your arms around his neck and crawling into his lap. You pulled him into yourself. Locking your lips with his own. It was so raw, both of you pouring all of your love for one another into the kiss. Tecchou grabbed ahold of your hips. Squeezing them gently. The small gesture alone gave you so much reassurance that everything would be okay. That things would work for all three of you. You felt like you were on cloud nine at this very moment.

You were so scared that you had lost Tecchou forever, and that he hated your guts. But to find out that it was the complete opposite? Well, that's all you could have ever hoped for. It was the best-case scenario, for everyone involved. No more heartbreak, no more hurt feelings or lies. From this day forward, things would change, for the better. You pulled away from the kiss slowly. Resting your forehead against Tecchou's. He had his eyes closed in contentment. A small smile etched on his face. He was so happy to have you back in his arms again. “Hiro… what do you say we pack up a few of your things? Come stay the night at my place, and we’ll talk over everything, all three of us.” You uttered softly, letting the pads of your thumbs graze over the nape of his neck. He shivered slightly at the action before he pulled his lids open. He looked up at you from where your foreheads were still touching. Offering you one last nod of approval. You beamed up at him from the gesture. You were just about to climb off of his lap before he pulled you back down with the grip he had upon your hips. You let out a small yelp at the sudden movement before Tecchou resounded, 

“Wait, don’t move… not yet. I just want to hold you for a little longer.” Your heart swelled at his confession, ears growing hot. Ah, Tecchou was so adorable in moments like this. He became so clingy and touch-starved whenever you were apart too long for his liking. He curled his arms tightly around your midsection. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, and breathing in your scent. To feel your warmth against him like this is all the reassurance he could ever need. He meant what he said, about doing whatever it takes. If it was for your sake, it was worth it in his eyes. “Okay are you ready now-“ he squeezed you tighter, whispering out against your neck, “No, five more minutes.”

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It was longer than five minutes, but hey, who’s really counting? You had helped Tecchou pack a few of his belongings. Making sure he had everything he would need for this overnight stay before you inevitably headed out. As you pushed through your apartment door, you were immediately met with the smell of something divine. But- wait, you didn’t have dinner planned out just yet tonight… unless it's… you quickly made your way to the kitchen. Leaving Tecchou behind as he kicked off his sneakers at your front door. As you turned the corner you were met with quite a sight. It was Jouno, he was cooking something at your stovetop, with a kitchen towel draped across his left shoulder. An apron was now adorning his figure as well. He looked so domesticated it made your heart flutter. Jouno smirked at your physical reaction before turning around. You were met face to face with a sly Jouno as he approached where you stood. “Long time no see, princess. I was beginning to think you forgot all about me.” Jouno gave you a small, fake pout as he craned his neck down. Placing a chaste kiss atop your lips before returning back to the flame. “Oh stop that, what are you making?” You asked excitedly. He already missed the feeling of your lips against his, “Curry katsu, now go take a seat darling. It’ll be ready in just a moment.” 

Tecchou had reared the corner now. He was watching the two of you intently, almost unsure if he should join in the conversation. You had noticed his hesitancy as you walked over to the dark-haired man. You gingerly grabbed ahold of his hand before leading him over to your kitchen table. “Take a seat, Hiro!” You gave him a quick smile before taking your seat across from him. Jouno was now plating up dinner. He placed a generous helping in front of you and Tecchou, before making one last trip back to the countertop. He placed the kitchen towel adorning his shoulder against the cool granite, and his apron followed shortly after. Pulling it over his neck, and folding it neatly before resting it atop the counter, grabbing his own plate in trade. He took the seat dead set in the middle of you and Tecchou before he cleared his throat. “Tecchou, I’m not sure if y/n glossed over everything with you. But, I think we need to lay down a few ground rules.” He paused, taking a small bite before continuing. “Now, I’m going to be very patient, and share the floor. Once I’m done expressing my terms, you are free to do the same, understood?” He really emphasized that last part as he turned his head in Tecchou's direction.

Tecchou was already stuffing his face with the delicious meal like a man starved. It made you giggle to yourself as he quickly tried to chew his food and swallow to answer an awaiting Jouno. “Got it.” Is all Tecchou muttered, after all that anticipation? Jouno ticked up his eyebrow in frustration, but you were quick to notice. You grabbed his hand from where it rested atop your table. Giving him a small reassuring squeeze, as to settle his annoyance. He let out a deep sigh before continuing. “For starters, I want us to split alone time with y/n fifty-fifty. The three of us may spend time together like so, but I don’t prefer it. If we all sleep in the same bed, then y/n must be in the middle. If y/n requests alone time specifically with one of us, then the other must oblige. Oh, and when it comes to the matter of taking y/n’s virginity… we both shall be present. It's only fair, don’t you think?” Your face completely flushed at the last part of his demands. The thought of it alone made you heat up.

Being sandwiched between the two men you were completely obsessed with? Ah, it's what all your wet dreams were made of. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought. Jouno slyly chuckled, a smirk growing over his face at your physical reactions before Tecchou spoke up. “I can follow those rules. But, I think it would be nice if we all hung out and got along, for y/n’s sake. I know you hate me Jouno, and that we’ve had many differences in the past, but I don’t hate you at all. Sure, you piss me off at times but I can see that deep down you’re a good person. I mean, why else would y/n fall for you? I don’t really see any other appeal.” Tecchou deadpanned.

It started off sweet and then… oh yeah Jouno was aggravated. He was gripping his chopsticks with so much force. You squeezed his free hand a little tighter this time, trying your hardest to keep him at bay. “Great then it's settled! Ah, thank you for the meal Sai, it's amazing!” You spoke up. Scooping up the last few bites on your plate before bringing it to the sink. You began cleaning up for Jouno, It's the least you could do after all the hard work he put into making dinner for the three of you. The two men hadn’t said a single word to one another since you left your seat. You were internally panicking. Maybe this wouldn’t be as easy as you first assumed. 

“Well Tecchou, I will applaud you for not adding any fowl additions to my meal,” Jouno said, trying to play nice. Which you greatly appreciated, letting out a breath that you weren’t aware you were even holding. “Thanks for the food. I didn’t know you could cook.” Tecchou said before taking one last bite. “Why yes, I really enjoy cooking and baking in my free time.” Tecchou’s eyes lit up at this, not that Jouno could see, but he could hear the other man's heartbeat quicken. “Baking too? Do you know how to make strawberry shortcake?” Jouno simply chuckled at the question.

Of course, he knew how to make that. It was one of the easiest desserts to make. “Obviously I know how to make strawberry shortcake, but let me guess. You put ketchup on your slice because it resembles strawberry jam, yes?” Jouno quipped, smirking at Tecchou, enjoying his own snide comment. “Yes, how did you know that?” Jouno's jaw immediately fell. He brought his hand up to cover his head, shaking it slightly in disapproval. He let out a drawn-out sigh before uttering. “Tecchou… you imbecile, your soul truly has no artistry!” You couldn’t help but snicker to yourself at the whole conversation the two men shared. Maybe things would be okay after all. “Y/n! quit your giggling, this is no laughing matter!” 

You just began to laugh harder at his demand. Ah, Jouno didn’t realize how adorable he was when he was irritated like this. Tecchou simply just tilted his head in confusion. What was so funny? He thought. You walked over to where both men were seated. Placing a kiss atop each of their heads before reaching down and grabbing their plates. Making your way back to the sink to finish up. “I'll meet you two on the couch, why don’t we watch, and listen, to a movie?” You exclaimed, not bothering to look back as you lathered up the dirty plates. Jouno rolled his eyes from beneath his closed lids. He had to keep reminding himself that he was doing this for you. “Okay, can we watch A Bug's Life again?” Tecchou said with a trace of excitement in his voice, which was quickly snuffed out.

“Absolutely not. If I have to listen to buzzing for an hour straight, I'll go insane. However, I am not opposed to listening to horror movies. I love the sound of those pathetic fools screaming and crying as they beg for mercy.” Jouno smiled wickedly to himself before Tecchou reached over the table and slapped his hand. “Ow? What was that for, Tecchou?” Jouno’s eyebrows scrunched up at the dark-haired man's actions. “Stop that. Your nasty habit is showing.” Tecchou deadpanned once more before he got up and made his way over to your couch. Jouno cursed under his breath, something along the lines of… “I really wish you would drop dead right now…” It made you laugh to yourself once more. Who needed television when you had these two men? They were your prime entertainment.

You dried off your hands, making your way over to Jouno who was still sitting at the table. You grabbed ahold of his cold hands before tugging him up from his chair. Wasting no time in dragging him over to the couch. Tecchou scooted over where he sat. Allowing you to plop down in the center, with Jouno taking his seat beside you. Tecchou was on the left of you, and Jouno was on the right. Ah, had you died and gone to heaven? “Okay let's compromise… why don’t we watch, and listen to, Mimic? It has bugs, and it's a horror flick! What do you say, boys?” You reached out for the remote that was resting atop your coffee table. “I suppose that works.” “Yeah sounds good to me.” Both men said in unison. Making you chuckle under your breath.

You started up the movie, making sure that the Audio Description was enabled for Jouno’s sake. You grabbed the throw blanket that was also laying on top of your table. Discarding the remote in the process. You draped it over the three of you, making sure everyone was covered before you sat back. You found each of their hands from beneath the covers. Grabbing ahold of them both before relaxing into your couch further. Both men were now focused on the sights and sounds coming from the tv. You quickly took a peek at each of their faces. They both looked concentrated and invested. It made your heart flutter even further. You eventually turned to face the tv for yourself. You had seen this movie countless times, so the looks on your two boyfriend's faces were way more interesting right now. But, you digressed.

You had dozed off somewhere towards the end of the movie, sleeping soundly where you sat. That was until you were abruptly awoken. “That was crazy! Imagine if this were to happen in real life?” Tecchou spoke up, looking over at Jouno to see what he thought as well. “Tecchou, you idiot, it's simply fiction! However, I will agree that the movie sounded outlandish. The screams were my favorite part.” Jouno snickered out, as Tecchou just shot the other man a pointed look at his sadistic nature. Tecchou then moved his gaze down to your sleepy face. Your eyes were half-lidded as you let out a small yawn. The endearing sight set Tecchou's heart ablaze. You always got so quiet when you were tired, he noticed. Jouno heard Tecchou’s heart rate pick up, as well as your small yawn.

His own features softened at your steady heartbeats and subdued emotions. “Y/n? do you want to get ready for bed angel?” Tecchou asked softly, reaching his free hand that wasn’t interlocked with your own up to your face. He stroked your cheek softly as you leaned into his touch. Causing him to smile wider down at you. “Mn… that sounds nice…” You mumbled out leaning your head back against Jouno’s shoulder. He stiffened up a bit at the unexpected gesture. But softened almost immediately after, because he knew it was you. Jouno gave your interlocked hands a gentle squeeze before he spoke up. “Come on princess, let’s head to your room.” You nodded where you were resting against Jouno’s shoulder before Tecchou spoke up once more. “Come here, I'll carry you.” He untangled your hands. Reaching for your waist with both of his instead. “Mn… kay…” Tecchou scooped you up into his arms bridal style before standing up slowly. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, closing your eyes once more. 

Jouno rose from where he sat, following close behind. As you all arrived inside your bedroom, Tecchou placed you upright against the bed. “I’m just going to get changed, I'll be right back love,” Tecchou whispered. Placing a small kiss atop your forehead before he descended towards your restroom. Giving Jouno a small pat on the back as he passed by him, making Jouno stiffen once more tonight. But he didn’t let it affect him. Instead, he made his way toward your wardrobe. Pulling out what he presumed was a tank top and shorts, before walking over to where you sat. "Alright, arms up, princess,” Jouno ordered, tugging on the hem of your shirt. You were too sleepy to fight it as you lifted your arms up slowly. He pulled your shirt over your head, before reaching down to unclasp your bra. Your eyes flung open at this, suddenly feeling very flustered at the intimate act. Jouno held a small smile as he began tugging the tank top over your head, and down your midsection. “Good girl. Now, lift your hips for me,”

He ordered once more, reaching up to undo the button on your pants. Your ears grew hot, but you obliged. Lifting your hips up slowly as Jouno hooked his fingers through the two loops located on either side of your hips. Pulling your pants down slowly. The feeling of his cold fingers brushing up against your bare thighs gave you goosebumps. Eliciting a small gasp from you, almost inaudible. But Jouno heard it. Crystal clear. The corners of his lips tugged into a small smirk as he finally pulled your pants fully off. He slowly knelt down to hook your legs through the holes of your sleep shorts. He gradually ascended as he dragged the shorts up your bare legs, and to your hips. You lifted your hips up once more so he could pull them over. “There, now you’re ready for bed,” He whispered out, his face now hovering in front of your own. You could feel his breath fanning over your lips. Causing heat to pool in your core. Jouno just lightly chuckled against your lips at your reactions before you heard a soft,

“Uh... the bathroom is free now, Jouno.”

Tecchou said, before making his way over to the bed. He wasted no time climbing in on the left side. Patting the spot beside him, prompting you to crawl under the covers with him. He was shirtless, only clad in a pair of grey sweatpants. Making your heart flutter at the sight of his bare abs, muscular arms, and lean chest. Jouno just clicked his tongue as he stood upright. Making his way to the bathroom himself. He had to remind himself once more, he’s doing this for you. You indulged Tecchou, crawling under the sheets and cuddling up to him. Nuzzling your face into his bare chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “Mm, you’re always so warm Hiro… my own personal heater!” You giggled out, making Tecchou flush. He moved his own hands up to your hips.

Holding you snuggly against him. He kissed the top of your head before he spoke. “Hm… I’ve always been this way. but I like when we cuddle like this. You’re so soft, y/n… and your shampoo smells so good, like strawberries.” He mumbled into your hair, causing you to giggle into his chest. “You really like strawberries, don’t you baby?” You tilted your head up now to get a clear view of his face. He was smiling down at you, his eyes holding so much love for you at this moment. “Yeah, I guess I do. That's why I asked Jouno if he knew how to make strawberry shortcake… I’ve been craving it recently.” You smiled widely at him one last time before leaning in to place a warm kiss against his lips. You squeezed your hands around his waist slightly as you deepened the kiss. Tilting your head for better access.

“Why don’t we get the supplies for the cake tomorrow then? It's fairly easy to make. Plus, it's Sunday so I suppose it wouldn't be a hassle.” 

Jouno spoke up as he began to pull the covers up on the right side, before snaking his way under them. You hadn’t even heard him re-enter the room. His voice startled you slightly, as you pulled away from Tecchou. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?” Tecchou quirked his head to face Jouno, and you did the same. The both of you were awaiting his response. “It's no trouble. Princess, think of what you want for dinner tomorrow. I'll make whatever you’d like.” He said matter of factly as he turned on his side to face the two of you. You could tell he was sleepy as he let out a small yawn after his words. Jouno was now in a cotton t-shirt and a pair of boxers. You beamed up at him widely before making your way over to his side. Wrapping your arms around his slender frame as you pulled him in for a hug.

“Really? You’re the best, baby! I can’t wait to eat more of your delicious food!” You whispered out softly, being cautious of the close proximity you had to his sensitive ears. He shuddered at your touch. Your bare legs brushed up against his own as you laid flush against one another. Tecchou scooted in closer. Bringing his hands up to your hips as he pulled your backside to be snugly pressed against his front. Jouno moved his free hand that was not tucked under the pillow above his head up to your waist. Holding you gently in place against him. Yeah, it's official. You had passed away and ascend up to heaven. You were face-to-face with Jouno. Chests flush against one another as you tangled your legs in between his. And Tecchou was pressed impossibly close to your backside, his bare chest lightly rising and falling against the expanse of your back. With his pelvis pressed up oh so sweetly against your ass. You sighed softly, closing your eyes in pure contentment. 

“Night… my loves…” You yawned, before letting sleep overtake your mind. Tecchou closed his eyes as well, nuzzling his face into your hair once more before whispering out. “Goodnight, angel.” Jouno gave a small squeeze to your midsection, placing a loving kiss on your lips. As he pulled back he let out, “Sweet dreams, darling.” Succumbing to sleep himself. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Jouno was a lonely man before you. He would get off of work, go home and go about everything on his own. Each day blended into the next. Same routine over and over. That was until you brought some light into his very dark world. Getting to hear you laugh, and feel you embrace him just like this made life so much more bearable. And… I guess conversing with Tecchou wasn’t completely mind-numbing. He hadn’t let another soul enjoy his cooking, ever. It was always a meal for one. So imagine his surprise when practically overnight, that meal for one manifested into a meal for three. Eating with others was fulfilling, he came to realize. It made the flavors more vibrant, and the dinner conversations more meaningful.

He was doing this for you, but he was finding that silver lining for himself. And it made his heart swell with love in a way that he’s never felt before in his whole entire life.

woah, woah, woah, um. what are we thinking? are we liking where this is going? am i liking where this is going?

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[thepaintedlady00]

The Sandman and the Girl Without Dreams

Chapter 3: Feathers of Black, White and Red

TW: violence, blood, character death, needles, muzzle (nothing too graphic)

I sat on the plush bed, gently running a wet cloth over the reopened cut on my wrist left by the chain. Jessamy perched beside me on the bedpost, watching with angry feather ruffling and head tilts. Once I'd cleaned and rewrapped it I ran a soothing hand over her fluffed out chest and smiled at her. "I'll be alright, Jess."

She made no sound, merely hopped down into my lap and sat. It had been two years since the party. Two years of torture and neglect at the hands of Roderick Burgess, whom I grew to hate more and more each passing day. Even my pitiful dreamless sleep seemed to elude me now, I'd never been so tired. My sore, bruised jaw clenched. Two exhausting years… Pressure filled my chest at the thought of all I'd missed in the world away from the gates of this prison, the world that still moved on without notice or care of my absence. In times like this where pity seized my thoughts, guilt always followed. I had no right to pity myself over two lost years. Not when the Sandman had lost far more than I could ever imagine. 

Though he'd never spoken a word or made any attempts to communicate with me, save a few fleeting looks, I'd considered him a friend. Perhaps that was foolish. But I could see the fondness in his eyes when I talked to him, even upon hearing the nickname he hated. I could see the brief relief on his face each time he saw me return to the basement alive and in turn the pain in his eyes after being forced to witness Roderick's cruelty. But, as of late, the most common and long lasting expression was rage. Calm, cool and contained by the glass of his cage alone. The rage he felt seeped through every crack and crevice, filling the house with the constant chill of it.

For a while I was glad he was angry. That at least meant he was holding true to our silent pact, that he wasn't going to crack under Roderick's thumb. But, after months of it, I'd grown worried. How long could he hold such a powerful, hateful feeling before it consumed him? I asked myself. How long until that rage destroys his star filled eyes and snuffs out all glimmers of hope with the darkness?

Jessamy leaned into me as the tears wet her feathers. I hadn't even realized I'd started crying, but sure enough the weak sobs bubbled up from my throat. It was something I rarely allowed, breaking down, but Jessamy seemed to bring some of the pent up pain to the surface. My own and perhaps that thread of the Sandman's that I somehow seemed in tune with.

Through the tears blurring my eyes I looked down at the mark. Two years and still no answers. It didn't hurt anymore, but there was always an odd tingle that lingered on the stained skin, a hum of something. Power? The power Roderick had seemed convinced the Sandman had given me. Maybe, but it felt deeper... More than what I imagined power would feel like. I swallowed the lump in my throat and wiped the tears that stained my cheeks. The only thing I knew to be certain was how very little I knew at all.

***

Dream looked through the eyes of Jessamy, watched Penelope weep with a deep and painful pit in his stomach. He'd used the past year to fortify the walls that had been brought down by the girl and the mark. He'd done it purely for selfish reasons, another fact he'd never admit. He knew that each passing day the girl grew closer and closer to his sister, Death. She was mortal and above that she was a captive. Creatures forced into captivity never survive long. He told himself. Detaching from her before things got too intimate would save the king of dreams the torment of having to feel the loss of her later.

However high he built the wall, he could still feel her. She was always close, too close. Always one laugh or smile away from bringing the walls down all over again. She'd noticed the cold shift in him, it was obvious on her face whenever they saw each other, but above the obvious he felt it, heard it. Her thoughts were just a hair away, he could sense the vastness that was her mind but couldn't touch it. He'd tried on numerous occasions, soley out of bored curiosity of course, but they never got any clearer.

With Jessamy the connection they shared, forged and honed through the years prior to his capture, was strained but with enough focus and a shortened distance between them he could connect to it. Since Penelope had been moved upstairs she was able to open the house more to the scheming raven, he in turn was able to communicate with her more than ever before. A comfort to them both. Yet with the choppy connection of her mind he was now forced to witness the fear and pain Penelope hid away from everyone, even him. Of course she hid it from me... I am a stranger to her. Dream often had to remind himself that this girl, though connected to him, had known nothing but his forced silence. She didn't know him, not as he did her, and if his attempts were successful she never would.

He asked Jessamy through the connection why she was crying, the garbled word reply did not make him feel better. Worried. You. It wasn't difficult to decipher her meaning. Penelope Barlow wept because she was worried for him. A warm feeling spread through him, the mark tingled, and he had to strangle both before he tricked himself into enjoying the feeling more than he already did. The command he sent back to Jessamy was one she gladly followed.

***

Jessamy flew out of my lap and through the open window so suddenly I'd jumped. It wasn't unlike her to come and go, but once she settled somewhere, especially somewhere comfortable, she was usually quite reluctant to leave. I watched her soar up into the sky and disappear into the clouds, jealous of her beauty and freedom. Oh what I wouldn't give to fly. I picked up any of her feathers off the bed and stuffed them into the pouch of trinkets we'd collected that hid under my bed. Roderick didn't know I'd been spending time with the bird he hated with all his might, and I intended to keep it that way. The last thing I needed was windows that were welded shut.

The knock on the door brought tension to my body as I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. When Paul stuck his head through and smiled at me I relaxed. "Good morning, Ms. Barlow."

"Paul, how many times do I need to tell you to call me Penelope?" I teased greeting him with a hug. "Good morning."

"It would be improper of me to address a fine lady such as yourself in such a common manner!"

I looked down at the ripped up, ill fitting dress that hung off me. "I'm no fine lady I assure you. Penelope will be more than proper."

"Very well," he said, linking his arm with nine and guiding me out to the gardens. "Are you in the mood to get a little dirty?"

"Always!"

"Perfect! I have so many things we can do!"

After Alex's latest attempts to speak with the Sandman Roderick had come down on him hard. A good whack with his cane and an impossible task to earn his favor. I'd been proud of Alex for trying to prove to the Sandman that he wasn't like his father. Stupidly I'd thought it was his turning point, that he'd be more willing to help me and maybe even the Sandman himself. I was wrong of course. Every day since Alex was out roaming the grounds with that stupid rifle on the look out for Jessamy. Kill the bird, had been Rodericks only instructions. None of that mattered though, Jessamy was smarter than both of them and she had me.

Paul and I spent hours in the gardens, repotting plants, picking weeds, everything that as he'd promised would get my hands dirty. My current guard, whose name I'd come to learn was Sam, sat beneath the pavilion and read his paper, not even glancing up at me. It was nice, the more comfortable trust that had blossomed between the guards and I in the short time we'd been allowed to interact with one another. Some of them were subscribers of Rodericks magic cult, and they enjoyed the pain and the strict rules. Others were just ordinary men that took the job because they needed the money, and they did not enjoy any other aspect of the job. 

A shadow filled the soil beneath Paul and I. Alex stood awkwardly, gun pulled over his shoulder and a book in his hand. Paul immediately dusted off and smiled. "Good evening, Sir."

"Good evening, Paul." He answered just as timidly.

"I see you've started the book I recommended. How do you like it?"

"It's good!" Alex answered just a bit too quickly. "It's very good, thank you for suggesting it."

"Always a pleasure to help sir." God this is painful.

Alex looked at me and nodded his head politely. "Penelope."

"Alex."

"You look…" he stopped for a moment. "You look well."

"As do you," I said stiffly as I resumed the weed pulling.

Paul stood awkwardly for a minute before excusing himself to get more plants. Alex knelt down in front of me and sighed. "Listen… I know that I've been a terrible friend."

"Terrible is putting it a bit mildly, but go on."

"I'm sorry. For all of it Penelope. I should have never asked you to come to that party, and I should have tried to help you more everyday that's followed."

I looked up at him, my eyes searching his face. He looked the same, and yet so different. The stress from his father had started to take a toll on him, that much was obvious. "I miss my friend."

"I miss mine too."

"I've been here Alex," I reminded him. "You were the one that disappeared when I needed you."

"I know… I know and I'm sorry. I just want him to see me like he saw Randell… I want him to love me." 

"I know you are. But you can't keep chasing his approval Alex. You can't keep trying to be Randell."

"Can you forgive me?" Though he seemed sincere I didn't write off all the pain he could have helped ease. "Can we at least… I don't know, try to reconnect?"

"Maybe…" I wasn't certain whether the tug of hesitation was out of a baseless fear or something more. "Let's just take it slow, yeah?"

"Yeah," he said with a smile. "Slow is better than nothing."

"So, are you ever going to make a move on Paul?" I asked with a knowing smirk.

Alex turned into a stuttering mess and it felt like my friend had returned, even if it was just for this moment I was happy.

***

Morpheus listened to the sound of Rodericks cane bearing down against the glass with a look of mild annoyance. He knew this song and knew the dance that followed. His eyes were fixed onto Penelope as she curled into herself, preparing for what was coming. Today was different though, a metallic taste of something more hung in the usually stale air. Roderick had never been this angry before and Morpheus couldn't help but feel an air of dread swirl around him, that swirl would quickly shift into a storm.

"SPEAK TO ME!" Roderick's voice sounded more like a demons as he huffed outside the glass, glaring at Morpheus. After a long pause, he growled and turned to Penelope, not giving anyone time to prepare themselves for the brutality.

This beating was by far the worst. The cruelty of the Burgess shocked even Dream as he helplessly watched, fingers digging into the ridges of his cage. Blood splattered across the floor and even the glass in front of him. Roderick had used his cane at first, but discarded it in favor of his fists. Holding her by the front of her stained dress the look Roderick met Dreams eyes with was one he could only describe as deranged. "Speak to me, lord of dreams! Speak to me now or she dies this day!"

Penelope, only half conscious, lifted her head just enough to spit blood in Roderick's face. As he lifted his fist once more Alex rushed through the gate and grabbed his arm. Penelope dropped to the ground as the two Burgess' wrestled for control. "Father stop!"

He finally shoved the boy off him and moved to strike again, but this time it was the guards that intervened. They pulled him away, urging him to take a break, to stop so he could regain his strength. But, one look at their eyes told Morpheus the real reason was to hopefully give Penelope a chance at surviving another day.

Alex knelt beside her with a sickened look on his face. This level of violence was new, even to the boy. He gave Dream a quick glance and followed the guards out with his father, trying to talk the man down further as they went. The gate closed and all that was left was the sound of her struggling breaths. He leaned his head against the glass trying to be as close to her as he could, watching the rise and fall of her back with a heavy heart. 

The man, Dream assumed was a servant of some sort, Mr. Sykes was the one that returned with a bag of medical supplies. He turned her over and Dream stopped breathing for a moment. Her face was swollen and bruised, cuts and scrapes littered her arms and judging by the way she breathed she'd broken at least two ribs. Sykes cleaned her up and assessed the damage, quietly at first.

"You need to stop this," Sykes said suddenly as he tended her wounds. Morpheus almost growled when he dared look into his eyes, dared to look at him at all when he was free to help her but chose not to. "For her sake."

Damn him. Damn them all. The words echoed in his mind even after Sykes had left upon finishing his work on Penelope's weak body. Then, a soft wheezing voice filled his ears. "Not an inch. 'Member, Sandy?"

She looked so tired, and sounded even worse. He watched as she spit more blood from her mouth and settled onto her side, facing him with a pained wince and sporadic wheezing breaths.

"Do… Don't break your promise… or I'll never forgive you." She continued after a moment, her tone was light, teasing, but damn it if the empty threat didn't fill him with horror at the mere thought of her ire. 

With a sigh he forced his muscles to relax slightly. Not an inch. A silent agreement. Through all the bruises and blood and tears Penelope smiled. The sight made his gut twist, but the words she spoke broke him. "We're going to get out of here. You, me and Jessamy. Together. I promise." She said in a fading voice. Together, he repeated watching her drift off into another dreamless slumber.

She did not deserve this... And he did not deserve her. Not when she could have chosen to help Roderick and save herself, as everyone else had. Not when she cared for his raven in his stead. Not when she spent hours describing the sky to him, so he might picture it in his prison. His hatred of humanity festered and grew every second he remained here, that he'd not deny, but she was different. Penelope was hope, his hope, breathing and beautiful living outside his body. And he hated her for it... For soothing his anger and containing the festering hate. Just this once, Dream was honest with himself, he had to hate her because if he didn't he would love her… He would love her more than he'd ever loved anything or anyone, and that terrified him.

They didn't move Penelope until a few days later, and when they had they did it when Roderick was passed out in his study. He hadn't returned to the basement since, and part of Dream hoped he wouldn't, at least not with Penelope, not again. It was dreadful, spending the days without word of her, thankfully Jessamy returned from her errand and immediately went to Penelope's side where she remained. She placed the shimmering stone on the nightstand beside her and perched on the chandelier. Through her eyes Dream watched Penelope heal, faster and better than a normal human would have, a side effect of the mark no doubt. Through Jessamy he stayed beside her.

***

It had taken a month for my body to fully heal from Roderick's especially brutal rage. A month of the room upstairs. A month without a glimpse of the Sandman. I missed him. I missed the comfortable silence that he offered, the blue star filled eyes he watched me with, the way he'd move in reaction to my teasing. He didn't have to say a word to be considered good company in a place like this, but more than that I could feel the bond of uneasy alliance shift, growing closer to friendship every day I spent talking to him, or at him.

Alex, Paul and I had spent a lot of time together. With Alex the month was spent mending our strained friendship, and after hearing how he stood up for me it was a little easier to be around him. He'd almost entirely abandon his quest to kill Jessamy, only carrying the gun as a show for his father. Roderick spent the majority of his days in his study. Everyone that was willing to speak to me said he was raving, trying to come up with a plan. Rave all you like bastard, nothing will break the Sandman.

I twisted the ring in between my fingers, a habit I'd gotten into after making the wired piece of jewelry. When I finally woke up Jessamy had returned and been standing guard beside me. On the end table a beautiful moonstone, a gift she'd brought back with her from wherever it was she occasionally flew off to. I adored it, so much so I bribed Sam to bring me the supplies to make the ring. I only wore it when I was alone in my room, for fear of it being taken from me or lost, once I needed to leave I put it in my hidden bag of treasures.

The light scattered across the stone, revealing its cosmic array of blue and lavender hues. I gently dropped it in the bag and rehid it under the bed. Paul and Alex would be back from their walk soon and then the three of us were off to have a picnic, Paul's idea of course. Alex had even gone so far as to buy me a new dress. It was beautiful, the fabric was soft to the touch and dyed a light sunny yellow. Jessamy had certainly liked it.

She cawed and wiggled herself around as her eyes took it in before she settled onto my shoulder. I could feel her beak gently pecking my hair, adjusting it however she saw fit. "Is my hair not up to your high standards, Lady Jessamy?"

Another soft caw.

"Alright, get out of here. I have to go wait for the boys." I shooed her with a laugh. She flew off my shoulder but stayed in the house, following me and perching on the railing overhead.

Sam led me to the main room where I took a seat in a chair by the window. Beside me he shifted and winced as if uncomfortable. "Everything okay Sam?"

"Stomach issues, nothing for you to worry about." He replied, attempting to sound unphased.

"You can go take a minute, I'm sure George would be able to watch me until Alex gets back."

Sam looked at George who shrugged. "She ain't much trouble, go get yourself together."

He nodded, grumbling a thank you as he hurried off toward the restroom. A loud metallic thump echoed softly as the keys fell from his belt. A flare of hope filled my chest as I looked up at Jessamy, who'd also seen the opportunity. I got up, pretending to casually look at the books and trinkets of the Burgess home before bending over and retrieving the keys from the floor. Roderick entered, but either didn't see me or didn't care as he lit his cigar and returned to his study. Jess swooped down, a plan clear in her mind, grabbing a match from the table and lit it on one of the doors and dropping it onto a stack of papers.

The smoke filled the room, covering my movement as George jumped into trying to put the flame out. I ran down the steps as fast as I could, Jessamy at my side and unlocked the gate with trembling hands. This was it.

"Hey, Sandy, you ready to get the fuck out of here?" At the sound of my voice he smiled, it was small, but it was the first real smile I'd ever seen on him. He looked up at Jessamy with hope filling his eyes. Pressing my hand to the glass I watched Jessamy slam her beak against it, trying with all her might to break it. "Okay," I whispered looking around the dark room. "Give me a moment Jess, I'll get something for this glass."

I hurriedly moved to scour the room for something, anything large or heavy enough. An old candelabra was buried among a pile of old furniture. With a smile I pulled it from the pile and made my way back towards the glass just as I opened my mouth to have Jessamy move a loud gunshot echoed in the basement.

Blood and feathers coated the glass in front of the Sandman's face. I looked over to the door at Alex, chest heaving with disbelief at the sight of him with the gun in his hands. Clenching my jaw I forced myself out of the shock and slammed the candelabra down upon the glass. Once, twice, and just before I could hit it again the guards grabbed me, pulling the heavy metal from my hands.

I slammed my head back into the guard's nose and collapsed to my knees in front of the glass cage. Jessamy's body was mutilated beyond recognition, her tufted chest of white feathers now no more than blood and guts and bone. With shaking hands I cradled her body tentatively, my vision filled with tears. I looked up at the Sandman, whose pained eyes mirrored my own, his normally stoic face set in anger. "I'm sorry."

Alex's hand moved to touch my shoulder. I flinched away from him. "Don't touch me."

He looked ridden with guilt and remorse, but that look wouldn't bring Jessamy back. It wouldn't undo what he'd done. Without another word I stood, shoving past everyone, carrying her body with me out into the willow tree. Huddled underneath it I wept with her in my arms.

The leaves parted and Paul looked down at me in horror at the sight of so much blood. The picnic basket dropped to the ground. "I couldn't… I couldn't leave her down there!"

"It's okay," he soothed, pulling me into his arms. "It's okay, Pen. It's okay."

Eventually Paul asked where I wanted to bury her. The thought made my already aching heart lurch. She couldn't stay here. That wasn't fair. It wasn't right. So I shook my head, laying her body down on the small cloth we were going to use in our picnic, wrapping her in it. "Don't bury her. Not here."

"We can burn her," he suggested. "That way you can keep the ashes and spread them somewhere else when you leave."

"Yeah… Okay." That would have to do. It was the only way I could save her, to return her to the Sandman one day when we got out of here. God the Sandman. Would he be upset if I burned her? Did he have customs for such a thing wherever it was he came from? I could still feel the echoes of his pain laced with my own. 

Paul took her body, setting her gently in the basket right as the guards came to retrieve me. Once behind the safety of my door I wept, curled up on the bed. 

"Penelope…" Alex's timid voice echoed from the other side of the door.

"Go away."

"Talk to me, please Pen."

I threw one of the pillows at the door when he tried to open it. "I have nothing to say to you!"

"It was just a bird." Anger filled my lungs. "I had to."

"I should have let these people eat you," I said with as much venom as I could. "I should have never been your friend."

"Please don't say that, Pen. I'll get you out of this, I promise." He sounded so sincere, but that was nothing more than a cowardly lie.

"I never want to hear your voice again Alex Burgess. Never."

I listened to his retreating footsteps before curling back up on the bed. I wished I could go back to the party. Wished I could stop myself from ever going into that basement. But those thoughts faded, burned with the knowledge that if I had changed that night I never would have known of the man in the glass cage and I never would have befriended the beautiful raven. I could never wish for that, for a world without my Sandman.

***

With still wet eyes Dream watched them clean Jessamys' blood from the floor. It had been three days since the Burgess boy had shot her. Three days since the hope he had foolishly let himself feel had died with her. Roderick had returned armed with fresh ammunition against him, but this time it wasn't strength that kept him silent, but pain.

"It was your own doing, you know." He smiled with the words. "As is what comes next."

The threat wrapped around him, smothering him in the weight of his meaning. The only thing he had left to lose was the girl and if the look on Roderick's face meant anything his plans for her were far worse than his usual brutality. The days that followed were ones filled with fear and anxiety. Roderick made the threat, but that had been four days ago if his guard rotation had meant anything. What was his game now? Was he hoping to scare him? Or was he putting whatever new scheme of his in motion?

It was impossible to tell, but on that fourth day the gate had opened for one of the guards and with him Penelope. Dream sat up straighter, looking around as if it were some sort of trap. Penelope settled against the stone pillar and let the guard chain her with no fight. The weight of Jessamys death was clear in her tired eyes. The room was silent, ominously so in Dreams' mind.

"I -" she started to speak, cut off by the gate. "Later," she whispered.

Roderick came into the room, but this time three men in white followed. His fear came to life before his eyes as the men unchained Penelope and forced her to her feet. Roderick stopped them for a moment, regarding her with a smile. "You've been a thorn in my side for years. That little stunt of yours was the last straw. These fine men are taking you to a facility, an institution for unruly individuals such as yourself. Unless…" A pause. "Beg. Beg him to save you." 

Morpheus tensed, hands pressed against the glass as if he could will it to shatter beneath his palms. This was it. If she uttered the words he would shatter... He would give Roderick Burgess whatever he wanted. With new tears burning his eyes he prepared himself for the sorrowful pleas to fill the room. Instead, she surprised him once again.

"I won't beg him and I certainly won't beg you." She spat in his face, the fire in her eyes brighter than he'd ever seen it.

Roderick wiped the spit from his cheek. "Muzzle her, sedate her, do whatever you wish, just take her away."

Their eyes caught fear and anguish shared between them. She struggled against the men in white as they forced a human muzzle on her. They were too strong. She looked like a wild animal caught in a trap. He almost wanted her to beg. He wanted to beg himself, but those eyes of fire stopped him. A last reminder to him of the promise he'd made. No matter what happened he could not break. 

So he watched them force the needle into her neck, watched the fire fade and her eyes close. They took her. They took her. It was all he could think as he stared out at the now empty room. She was gone, gone somewhere he could not follow or watch over her. Gone somewhere he would not hear her voice or laughter. Gone somewhere he would not see her smile or the fire in her eyes. The girl that had suffered beside him was now alone. They both were.

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Part 5

Pairing: Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Elf/Noldor |Third Person POV)

Themes: Soft

Warnings: Secondary character has mild panic attack | Brief mentions of bruising

Wordcount: 1.6K words

Summary: Y/n and Nitiel talk while preparing dinner for themselves and the other servants.

Minors DNI

A/n: This is more of a filler chapter, but I hope you all enjoy it.

A/n 2: the previous chapters can be found here Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Y/n POV

The crown prince did not seek her out, but he kept to his promise the few times they did come upon each other. Thranduil was more courteous and respectful, even going so far as to instruct Feren to discreetly see to her welfare.

Feren called on her whenever time permitted, always asking brief questions about how she found life in the palace and how she was being treated by the others. Y/n answered as honestly as she could, and then the crown prince’s steward would take his leave of her before others saw and tongues wagged. One day, he even asked to see the bruise along her wrist. His lips curled in distaste upon seeing it, but he said not a word. Y/n considered it strange but kept her own counsel.  

He called on her again tonight, and he departed only after pressing a glass phial containing a thick, pale ointment into her hands. Nitiel had seen them, and the phial that had been placed on the little table that was used for the cutting of vegetables and herbs and fruits. She swore to guard her tongue.

“Arnica.” She removed the cork and breathed in the scent after Feren took his leave of them. “Comfrey.” She smelled it a second time, and a third. “Yarrow. For bruises.” The cook put the cork back in the phial and regarded y/n with barely disguised curiosity. “You are full elf. Your parents were born in the Blessed Realm, no less. Why would you need such a thing?”

I suppose my secret would not remain a secret for long, y/n told herself. She lifted the sleeve covering her left arm and revealed the still-healing bruise along her wrist. It was now a strange shade of yellow, but y/n considered it an improvement on the black and blue and purple from before.

“This is why,” she replied, sitting down on a chair. 

Nitiel took her hand into hers and hissed softly. “How did you get this?”

“I… I would rather not say.” Y/n thought it would not be wise to reveal what took place between her and the crown prince that day in the gardens. Nitiel had proven herself to be a kindly woman, but y/n believed the revelation could still go badly against her if she said anything. Thranduil was well loved by his father’s people.

“You would rather not say,” Nitiel repeated. She studied y/n keenly, determined to learn more. Then she sighed and let go of her hand, as if she had changed her mind. “Well, this ointment is not going to apply itself. Give that clean cloth to me; we need to get this done before anyone else sees it.”

It did not take them long to apply the ointment and cover it with a thin strip of dressing. They talked while Nitiel went about her task, and they talked while y/n helped her make supper for the servants. The others were away, clearing the dishes in the great feasting hall above them, leaving them alone. The cook had so many questions about life before the War of Wrath, about life in Nargothrond and Himring, and about the sons of Fëanor themselves.

“They say your father had hopes of you marrying one of Lord Fëanor’s unwed sons.” Nitiel dusted flour onto a thin slab of wood and rolled out the dough she had prepared for a wild-berry pie. In the hearth nearby, a stew bubbled away in its copper pot. The pie would be brought to the table much later, but the stew would be served as soon as it was done, along with thin, flat disks of bread and muled wine. Even in the kitchens, everyone ate and drank well. “They say you even met some of them. Pray what were they like?”

Y/n reached for a sharp knife and began to peel new potatoes for the stew. “Lord Maedhros was everything the songs made him out to be,” she began. Peelings fell without a pause onto a kitchen cloth she had laid out on the table. “But he looked so worn, as if the burdens of the oath were beginning to weigh heavily on his shoulders. Lord Maglor looked no different, but his eyes were softer, and kinder. Of the twins, we saw little. They were always abroad, hunting, and had little time for politics or council meetings.”

“Lord Caranthir?” Nitiel asked, crossing to the other side of the kitchen. She reached into a cupboard that had been mounted onto the wall for a pie pan. 

Y/n stopped peeling. “He kept to himself mostly, and he always looked so angry with the world. Lord Curufin, on the other hand, did not keep to himself.” She returned to her task—wild carrots this time. Thin orange flakes fell over thin brown ones, and she found the sound of it all rather soothing. “And his tongue was as deadly as a scorpion’s tail. Many took care to avoid its sting.”

Nitiel shivered. “And Lord Celegorm?”

Y/n stopped again. Out of all the brothers, Celegorm stood out the most in her eyes. Almost as tall as Maedhros and just as fair, he was a maiden’s dream-made flesh. More than one lord’s as well, if the rumors of his many appetites were true.

“Captivating,” she said. “Others would gather around him at many a feast like moths drawn to a flame. He knew how to drink. How to eat. How to laugh. No matter the hardship, Lord Celegorm always knew how to laugh. He was an elf who was as wild and free as the Vala he once served. And he was dangerous. Yes.” She carried the vegetables to a clean bowl of water to wash. “He was dangerous. More dangerous than all of his brothers put together.”

“You make it sound like he was comfortable being drenched in blood and gore.”

“That is the thing. He was.”

“And it is best if the two of you are not heard discussing them.” Angon stood by the open door, his arms crossed, his countenance full of worry. The women were startled. They did not know he was there. Y/n bowed her head out of respect. “Not even here. Not even amongst yourselves,” he continued. “These walls have ears. Do you understand?”

The king, thought y/n, he must have spies everywhere.

And y/n believed the need for hidden eyes and ears may have been due to her. Still, she decided not to dwell on it, for it would only distress her if she did. She smiled and lifted the lid of a glazed jar instead, saying, “Came for more tarts, my lord?”

Angon threw his head back and laughed. “You know me so well.” He joined them and made himself as comfortable as possible in the chair Nitiel pulled out for him. Angon was every inch a warrior, all tall and proud and fierce, and the chair only helped emphasize his great height and size. Today he was garbed in the deep forest green robes he often favored. Nitiel once said the color brought out the green in his eyes. “Yes. I am not ashamed to admit that I have indeed come in search of more sweets. Though I must confess, my fair lady’s kisses are far sweeter.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, my love,” Nitiel countered, blushing. “But I suppose it would serve just this once. Now stay here and make yourself content with what I place in front of you.”

They talked again, this time of Angon and Nitiel’s plans for the future and of Nitiel’s new role, now that she was the wife of a high-born elven lord. There was no queen for her to serve as a lady-in-waiting; Thranduil’s mother, along with many others, departed for the Blessed Realm after the Elder King’s herald, Lord Eönwë, invited them to do so. There was no princess, either. Thranduil had no sisters, or brothers, for that matter. Oropher, Angon said, had decided that Nitiel would aid his own steward until Thranduil took a wife. Then she would serve her as a lady-in-waiting. 

“Father and mother have also come around,” he announced, his eyes filled with a great sense of relief. Marriage without the blessings of either side of the family was always received ungraciously, and this was a good sign. “They agreed to welcome you properly into the family. Three nights from tomorrow, my love. Many of our kin are gathering for a small feast. The king agreed to attend as well, along with the crown prince.”

The pie pan and all that it held shook in Nitiel’s hands. She barely held on to it, saving it from falling and spilling its contents all over the polished stone floor. 

“Oh,” she began, flustered. “Oh dear. Your parents… your kin… all those nobles, the king… his son… Y/n, you must help me. Please. My clothes, my hair… so much… so much…”

Angon was the first to reach her, leaving his seat without so much as a sound. “Sit here, my love,” he said, guiding her to the nearest chair and taking the pan out of her hands. “And breathe.”

“Should I fetch her some wine?” Y/n asked, equally as concerned as he was. Nitiel was pale and was clutching desperately onto his hand while she tried to compose herself.

“Wine is the last thing she needs right now,” Angon returned. He left the pan on the side and began to rub Nitiel’s shoulders. “Fetch her some water, my lady. Or that chamomile tea, if there is any of it left. Nitiel needs a little time to rest. That is all.”

“I will help you,” y/n promised. She prepared a fresh pot of chamomile tea while Angon fussed over his wife. “With your hair, your clothes, everything. Now drink this,” she urged after she came back to them, and pressed a warm cup into Nitiel’s hand. “You will feel much better after.”

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[zehglitch]

The Fallen Angel

Ezephr's Backstory

— 1

Content Warnings: Human experimentation, child experimentation, kidnapping, violence, toying with people, mentions of death, mentioned abuse/starvation, mentions of children killing each other, dehumanization

Chapter 1 — The Lab

Computers beeped, vast containers full of strange liquid bubbled, and people scribbled notes. These were the only sounds taking up the research facility, the head doctor there to receive their new supplies. The firm, confident steps of the doctor created a new sound that echoed around the room, all eyes turning to him. His sharp eyes studied the line of ‘products’ they'd just finished gathering. Children. Most were babies hardly old enough to go without their mother’s milk, the majority seeming to be human. He frowned with his distaste of their samples and his eyes skipped to the others. “Humans? You couldn't get us a single dragon? Or even a demon?”

The cloaked team that had stolen the children away stared in silence, knowing better than to speak. Only a single one of them stepped forward. “Sir, we collected as many as we could from each continent. We found an elf child, as well as an angel. That is why--” The man was cut off when the doctor raised a hand for silence.

He quirked a brow. “An angel? Are you certain the parents are nowhere to be found? The last thing we need is a flock.” He wandered down the line again until he found the young angel. Brightly colored hair and the purest wings…it was perfect.

The man bowed. “It was discovered with a single angel present, a woman. They seemed to be fleeing from somewhere.”

“And the woman?”

“She has been disposed of, sir.” Silence fell upon the room, and yet the doctor grinned, reaching out and lightly touching the baby in front of him.

His smile was dark. “Well done. But not good enough. A single gold star among stones is far from the quality of many raw diamonds. The addition of the elf aside from the angel is the only reason you still have your heart.” He sent a glare their way before lightly tapping the edge of the basket. “Now then, transport the items to the nursery. Do we have a nursemaid available? Perhaps one that we can keep away from sharp objects, this time?” He scowled at his staff, watching the cowards flinch away from him with an air of satisfaction.

The cloaked group began to collect the children and followed the guidance of the other doctors and staff. “We do have a girl, sir.” One of the men who had been silent approached the doctor, dropping onto his knee. “There was a young wolf critter that saw us. We judged her wolf nature would assist in taking care of many children at once, we apologize for making a decision without prior approval.”

This made the doctor hum, then immediately strike the man, watching as just his head moved. “Making your own decision deserves punishment, but your judgement was correct. This time. Take her to the room, be certain there are enough supplies. Oh, and, go back out. Scout for the possible targets we can claim in five years.” In five years, these children would graduate from the nursery and move on to the next stage. He wasn't all that pleased with the quality this year, but it was better than not getting enough. The doctor had to pause to look at the number of children. Around twenty…and only two were useful. Despicable.

He turned away, heading to the monitors and studying the data of their current children. “Is there a test subject worth acknowledging?” From the way they all looked away, he doubted it. A frown etched his brow and he sighed, fixing his lab coat. “Very well. I suppose the one I had my eye on has also hit a lull. How disappointing.” He didn't miss how the researchers he hired shivered in unison. Rather, he found a sort of twisted pleasure in having so much sway over someone.

The doctor was a smug man at times, but that wasn't the biggest problem with him. A brilliant man that discovered a way to interfere with magiveins to create new magic and reinforce one’s physical strength. Except he experimented solely on sentient beings, never with animals. He called it animal cruelty while displaying a twisted grin and ordering children be captured instead. The man could be violent every now and then, but most of his energy went into studying his test subjects and determining if the method worked.

Then there was the pit. A child that disappointed him fighting against one he has hopes for? That man reveled in the activity. Currently, he had his eyes on the infant angel, drawing his attention away from the wraith that had begun to show promise. The wraith wasn’t improving anymore, so he no longer cared. He was watching his cloaked men transfer the products to the new room, debating if he should get involved this time as well. The test subject seemed to respond positively if they believed there was a familial relationship…perhaps he should indulge in a game.

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This batch of children proved to be both promising and worthless at the same time. The female critter was at least useful. Being of the canis lupus family made her capable of managing so many of them, even providing the bonus she wouldn't resort to suicide. Wolves take care of their pack after all. He was pleased with this, but the best result so far was the angel. The boy, X1, had a knack for healing incantations and he was hardly three years old--not to mention they had never taught these children spells. It was fascinating.

The elf, X4, often huddled in a corner as far from him as possible when he visited to play father. She would always have such a wide eyed stare, as if she already knew his true nature and intentions. Nothing he did convinced her he was friendly…intelligence. That was a bonus and better than the angel. So far the angel had suspicious glances, but would always move on like nothing had happened. Foolish. A habit that would become a weakness to exploit by others…it wasn't perfected yet. He had to create the perfect being.

Or else there was no reason to have targeted the dragons.

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No difference. The children were about to turn five and they still behaved in the same manner. Perhaps a wolf wasn't the best suited after all, she kept them too protected. No matter…they were always moved after turning five. His attention left this batch quickly with the lack of improvement, turning back to the wraith. The child was almost ten and had attacked one of the demon children in a brawl over food. They won. He was impressed, though a bit dissatisfied. Why was the demon still alive? They had to go for the kill.

He sat behind the one way glass, observing all rooms at once using the nearby camera monitors. Wrong. All of it was wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG! The doctor tapped the table, leaning forward and resting his chin in his hand with a rather deep scowl. None of them were satisfactory. He may need to start putting them in the pit again…he had no need for the ones that lose anyway. That demon was useless to him now, no other way to put it. And yet that ridiculous wraith wouldn't kill! He growled to himself and studied the caged areas.

The children were moved to cages often when they weren't good enough for his goal. He had some that were almost adults…if they didn't show results soon, he may need to put them down. That or he could add them to his cloaked men…their gender and race be forgotten, they would simply live to obey him and gather him new subjects. At least that way they actually had a use. The man watched all of them for many hours and still came up with no answer. Very well. He would simply force a result…extreme duress could trigger a response.

Decidedly content with that idea, he searched for someone to apply it to. His eyes landed on the new batch of five year olds. They were used to the comfortable environment of that plain white room, and he never failed to notice that the elf and angel both began to behave differently if he wasn't present in the room. This group…they were young enough to have potential. All he had to do is move them to cages immediately rather than the larger room. Perfect. His grin didn't reach his eyes in the semi-dark room. His plan was set.

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It was difficult for the boy, pretending to not notice the creeping chill down his spine whenever ‘father’ came home. The only name he knew was X1, like the strange mark on the back of his neck. ‘Mother’ always fussed over those marks, and he knew he had one too. Why would his siblings have it, and not him? He was always extra careful to keep his wings close to himself so his brothers and sisters wouldn't hurt them again, but it didn't always work. X1 really liked his sister, X4. She was so nice to his wings and mother said she was older too. He liked having a big sister.

X1 was sitting on one of the three couches, watching his siblings play with the soft, harmless toys they were provided. He was ready to help if someone tripped again, but he was otherwise left out when others played. All they wanted to do was play with his wings and got upset if he said no. It…also felt like he thought differently than they did. His siblings were loud, messy, and went wild when father visited. Father…he didn’t like father. Father looked at them funny, it didn't feel the same as how mother did. He wasn't sure why he knew that.

He shifted, wrapping his wings around his body and sighing in thought. This was boring. Movement drew his attention and he watched his mother as she sat beside him. She was smiling. X1 just stared at her when she ruffled his hair, loosening his wings somewhat. “Well? Are you just going to watch them again today?” Idly, he wondered why his mother looked so different from them. She was covered in fur and her face was shaped different…she had a tail and funny ears too. He leaned into her touch anyway, looking around for X4.

“Mother? Why are we different?” Her hand froze momentarily before sliding again as she tried to come up with an answer.

She tilted her head curiously. “I don't think we are? We're the same.” She lightly poked his nose. “We both have a nose.” She waved her finger in front of his eyes, “We both have eyes.” Then she smiled and her hand slipped down his head to his neck, lightly tickling him. He immediately made a strangled noise and squirmed, laughing with a grin--albeit quietly. “We’re both ticklish.” She kept going until he started batting at her and other kids wanted attention too.

He slipped away when they got crowded, flapping his wings awkwardly as he stumbled. X1 had never learned how to fly yet, though his wings were still a bit too soft to fly with. He watched his mother get swarmed, tucking his wings closer to himself at the sight. That would be unpleasant to be in. A hand touched his shoulder and his wings snapped right back out with a yelp. He spun around with wide eyes to see X4 smiling at him. She didn't speak, but she did reach over and poke his nose with one of her characteristic grins.

He blinked, then tried to return a smile, shuffling his wings to keep them safe, wary of the crowd of children nearby. “Hey…” She lightly grabbed his arm, an action she’d done many times before, pulling him away to her usual corner. His wings fluttered when she yanked him to sit down with her, plopping down a tad roughly before crossing his legs. X4 gave him a questioning look and he immediately avoided her gaze. “I'm fine.” Her pointed look definitely doubted him. “It’s just…why are we here? Different? Why does father feel so scary?”

He looked at his hands, then the floor, lost in thought. Her frail hand entered his vision, tapping the floor for his attention before reaching up and setting it on his head. She was always so quiet. As far as X1 had seen, she rarely said anything. She communicated with her eyes and hand gestures. He’d heard his name once or twice from her, but he didn't really need her to speak. All he knew, is that when she gave him her gentle, calming smile, he felt safe. Mother had the same smile, but she only gave it when father visited. He didn't like that.

He hadn't moved, so of course, X4 chose to bend down and look up at him with a pout. X1 flinched back, then smiled. “I’m okay, I promise.” His worrying didn’t do them any good, their home was happy and he only had to help anyone if they fell wrong. He felt her start ruffling his hair and he closed his eyes, shuffling over so lean against his sister. She continued to pet his head, but her hand eventually slipped down to brush through his white feathers. He flexed his wings, but otherwise leaned into the contact happily.

The two of them sat there in a comfortable silence, leaving the wild crowd of their siblings as a fading noise in the background. Even though none of them knew how little they had, or how strange their life was, they felt like this was perfect. They were never hungry, they had toys and friends to play with, a family, and safety. Their mother was playing with the other children, and they both knew that, but neither wanted to move. Why would they? X1 fully relaxed against his older sister, trusting her to protect his delicate wings as he drifted off.

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His peace didn't last long. The last thing he knew, he'd been cuddled with his sister, the next he was being woken up by a rough voice and someone clinging to him. What he saw when opening his eyes made him freeze up, stealing his voice while filling him with a new kind of confusion. There were people in dark clothes, their faces hidden, pulling his siblings out of the room without a word. The children were shouting and screaming, his mother was pinned and had something around her mouth. Why was she making a sound he'd never heard before?

The most shocking part was how his gentle sister grabbed his head and shoved it against her chest, pinning him and trying to block his vision. Her voice came out weakly, even holding a strange note as if the language was new to her, “No…X1…” Why was she shaking? Then he finally registered pressure around his wings, causing him to automatically try and pull them free. Pain bloomed through his wings and down his spine, drawing a muffled scream out of him. What happened? Where was he? Why were these people here?

His sister only held him tighter when he tried to squirm free--he wanted to see what was wrong with his wings, but she wasn't letting him. He attempted pushing her away, but before he could, big hands grabbed him and the two were pulled apart harshly. Despite being desperate to look behind him at his wings moments before, his eyes were glued to the tearful face of his favorite sister, watching her resist the strange person even when she was put over their shoulder. He reached a hand towards her, their fingers brushing, but never close enough.

It was too late, as they were fully separated, his wings not moving, and everyone being taken. X1 struggled only briefly, then just went limp when all his movements only caused pain to flare down his back. They were walking somewhere, the walls strangely silver and very long, but the only sounds were these people’s steps and the crying of children. Eventually, he chanced moving calmly to see if he was allowed to look at his wings…and they didn’t stop him. Finding that out, he followed through with it and spared a glance.

His wings were bound by something, a rope stretching across them in just the right way that he couldn't feel it unless he tried to move them. That was better than what he thought happened, actually. As some calm settled over him, he began to process what was going on, observing his surroundings. Alright. So for some reason, all of them were being moved and their mother was still at home. Where was father? Did he do this? Probably. The young angel readjusted in the uncomfortable grip and stared at his crying sister worriedly. What now?

They group walked for a while, stopping when they reached a strange area that nearly made his feathers poof. It smelled weird, as if water went bad here…he didn't know the correct words for it. There were others here, however all of them were older than him and his siblings. Where were they? He stiffed when the dark clothed people began to toss his siblings into these things, separating everyone by a certain number in each one. He kept track of X4 closely, but stayed quiet and obedient. They only got hurt if they resisted anyway.

He yelped when he was finally thrown into one, tumbling over the rough ground and feeling his skin tear from the impact. When it finally stopped he curled into himself, but made no sound. He simply bit his lip, lay there for a minute as he waited for the strange people to leave, and listened. Everyone was getting hurt…he could feel it. They were taken from their home and their mother, but why? Maybe this was why he never felt happy when father was home, he might have done this. Worse, he was pretty sure they weren't going to free his wings.

Finally, their steps faded and it was replaced by the sounds of laughter from their new rough reality. He pushed himself up and began to use healing magic on his own wounds before truly looking around. Already, he could see those older kids messing with his siblings, the other ones visible from his own even though he couldn't possibly reach them. In his, there were…two of the other noisy siblings, and his sister. He stiffened when he realized she wasn't moving, scrambling to get to her and ignoring the older kids that were already messing with the others.

He touched her hesitantly, shaking her while activating his magic. “X4! O-open your eyes!” He was scared, his wings were cramping, and she wasn't responding. At the same time, he could see she was breathing and hear the laughter nearby over his actions. Ignoring all of them, he tried sitting beside her, lifting half her body so he could hold her safely. She was heavy to him, but he didn't even care. He just wanted to keep her away from the weird people in here with them--she didn’t deserve this. Her wounds were healing, but they were still trapped.

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[madwomanfromthewoods]

Writing prompt number 1 - "Iif i have too, i will " Sasuke Uchiha. By the way, he's a bit out of character, but yeah.

"You will get engaged someone else" That sounded like a demand not a question, and hearing it felt like swallowing a rock. You sighed and met his obsidian gaze that contained fustration.

"Sasuk-"

"He's not good enough for you. I am"

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. If you said you'd be happy with the arrangement your family made for you- just so you wouldn't be with Sasuke, they reached out to the wealthiest Family and unfortunately, after having a look at you, their son -nothing but an asshole- agreed. Just the thought of marrying him caused and digust to bubble within you, the way he carried himself, the way he acted as if he owned you caused you to shrudder involuntary, howevever, you also thought of your parents. Your mother would have a heart attack if she found out, and your father would disown you, yet your heart craved only one man that's sitting in front of you. Sasuke Uchiha, it was a battle you couldn't win.

"It's not about him" You sighed. "It's about my family. I don't want to upset them, Sasuke"

"And it's worth to ruin your life? Worth giving up on me, on us ?" Sasuke snapped, then walked closer and grabbed your wrist, not tight, but firm and pulled you against himself, where you melted, a strong scent of santal wood, mixed with citrus and spice of pepper slipped in your nose. Instictively, you arms wrapped around him as he placed his forehead against the crown of your head. You never wanted this to end.

"If you love me" Sasuke whispered. "You will run away with me, now, and take my name at the court house, [Name]"

Your cheek heated up like an oven and you swore your stomach did a backflip there and then as well as sink. You raised your head and looked at him, with both pleading and hope. The dream of being married to him had been haunting you ever since you fell for the man in front of you, the thought of them never happening left a bitter taste on your tongue, why can't your parents just accept the man you love? You sighed and lowered your gaze.

"No you don't" He held your chin and made you look at him again, his eyes glinted with determination, he then kissed you, too short for both of your likings. "If i have to, i will kindap you. You don't steal my heart, break it and get away with it, [Name], you always think of your parents, what yourself? Are you always going to be the submissive daughter? Pathetic, choose your happiness,choose me"

"Sasuke" You breathed out, heart pounding against your ribcage as if trying to get out of your chest, tears welt in your eyes. If it was not him, who else would it be? You've never imagined yourself with other men other than him, he had your heart as you had his, and while you loved your parents, it was Sasuke with whom you wanted to spend eternity with. "Let's go"

And then he kissed you before he helped you exit through the window and sneak out past the drunken guards, you laughed like a child as you two ran far away while holding hands while Sasuke smirked, the court house was not far from here. You were grinning to your ears and your heart flutttered in both excitement and adrenaline, however, that grin faded when at the court house, you spotted the Uchihas, both Patriarch and Matriarch, along with Sasuke's older brother, you glanced at Sasuke only to see him having color drained from his face.

And just then, Mikoto Broke into laughter laughter, Itachi smiled and even his father had a, warmer demeanor, you and Sasuke looked each other with confusion.

"Well?" It was Fugaku's voice that broke out then, having the same sternness, but gentler. "Those papers won't sign themselves"

"You knew?" Sasuke finally spoke, still as shocked as ever.

"Thanks to a certain birdie, we knew" Itachi replied, Sasuke grumbled.

"Naruto... that idio-"

"It's not nice to keep a lady in waiting, You know" Mikoto teased, grining to ear. Sasuke's cheeks turned red, then without a replied, walked with you upstairs, where you both signed the papers, Sasuke then pulled out three rings from his pocket, two plain ones and one ruby ring, your breath got caught in your throat seeing the ring. Sasuke slid it onto your finger - the promise ring, and the second one who made the promise truthfully, you smiled as it was your turn, and so now, you became husband and wife in union.

Suddenly, the door bursted open, making your bones leap out of your skin, it was Naruto, along with more people whom held drinks and food. "Sorry for being Late!" He grinned, Sasuke sighed though he wasn't actually annoyed, you chuckled as the celebration went on, Sasuke offered a small smile and kissed your brow.

[batwingz2]

female lizardfolk/reader

You've been a professional wildlife educator for 4 years and after garnering quite a bit of attention national geographic offers to give you your own show. You've just finished recording the 5th episode at the Everglades Swamp in Florida when a snake startled a cameraman in your boat, causing it to tip over. You're knocked into the water, frantically trying to climb back onto the boat before something grabs your ankle and begins to drag you away.

Triggering warning for drowning

This story contains foreplay, nipple play, choking, rough oral sex, dubious consent, begging and sex toys.

You've been a professional wildlife educator for about 4 years now, educating the general public on animals from all walks of life. You had started off small, working at various museums to hold short shows for children, enthusiastically sharing your love and vast knowledge of wildlife. From there, you decided to begin to make YouTube videos with the help of two of your friends while you were out on vacation in Costa Rica, seeing it as an opportunity to share the unique wildlife in the region.

You had visited a wildlife preserve, sitting with an employee as you talked about the exotic animals, even getting to hold and pet a few. It was an incredible experience and the video did unexpectedly well, gaining thousands of views in just a week. This encouraged you to continue visiting different regions over the next 2 years for your videos, all leading up to the present day where you were popular enough to count as a micro-celebrity of sorts.

When your team came to you with the offer from national geographic themselves you were beyond thrilled and accepted without much of a second thought. You had a whole camera and safety crew in case something went wrong, you would end up handling various dangerous species afterall. By now you had filmed 4 episodes out of a 12 episode season and for episode 5 you headed to Florida to visit the Everglades, one of the largest swamps in the United states.

You dealt with alligators, snapping turtles, snakes, etc and, as dangerous as it was at times, it was one of the most thrilling of your life. You sat and your crew sat in decently sized airboats, floating along the swamp above the deeper parts of the swamp where the water got about 9 feet deep. Having just finished the episode, you guys were heading back to the spot on land where you got off into the water so you could head back to your hotel. It was peaceful and you had a small smile on your face as you watched an harmless water snake slither across the water, dragon flies fly above the water, and cattails gently swaying in the wind.

A fog began to fall over the swamp and you began to close your eyes, that was until a scream from a camera man behind you quickly snapped you away, "there's a fucking snake!" He shouts as his feet shuffle on the ground and he pushes himself as far back into the boat as he can. You laugh as you look down and see a green anaconda, a non-venomous snake. "These guys won't hurt you, don't worry." You tried to reassure him but he only freaked out more as the snake began to slither toward him.

You prepared to catch the snake, hoping to grab it quickly and safely without being bitten. You slowly lifted your arms, waiting for the right moment to strike, "stay still.. Don't you worry.." you said quietly, unsure if it was directed toward the man or the snake. You quickly reached down and successfully grabbed the snake right behind it's head where it wouldn't be able to bite you. The snake wriggled about and slapped the cameraman, making him scream again. Before you could celebrate your victory the man's frantic moving about flipped the boat over.

You fall into the dirty swamp water, the boat tipped on top of you and the same cameraman frantically flailed about. You attempted to grab onto the boat but the cameraman accidentally kicks you in the chest hard, knocking the breathe out of you. You let out a gasp as bubbles pour out of your mouth, placing a hand on your chest where he kicked you. You try to breathe in but musty water fills your lungs, it feels as though someone is tearing apart your lungs and you begin to panic, kicking your legs and trying to grab onto the boat above.

As though things can't get any worse, you feel something has somehow caught your leg, you begin to try to kick it off, realizing it must be an animal of some kind since your feet didn't touch the bottom. It feels like an hand is grabbing you, claws digging into your skin as you try to scream. It begins to drag you away while you helplessly try to kick and swim away from it's strong grasp. It lets you go, but only for a brief moment with no time to react, before you feel an arm wrap around your side and quickly pull you along. You reach down to try to pry the arm off you but your efforts are futile.

You want to open your eyes but you don't, fearful of the bacteria in the water, which you've definitely already swallowed. You try your best to continue to fight back but all your efforts prove unsuccessful. Your lungs continue to sting like they're filled with molten lava and you can feel yourself growing weaker by the second. Your skin begins to turn blue and you start to realize you're going to die like this. You feel your vision begin to fade to white and it's as though the world around you is fading. Your fear slowly turns in acceptance, you're going to drown and be eaten by whatever or whoever was pulling you along.You come to terms with your fate before the world around you fades away into white and all feeling is gone.

Suddenly, you feel something press onto you and a sharp pain in your chest. Your laying on your back and something seems to be on top of you but you're thrown into a coughing fit before you can process anything. You quickly roll over and vomit onto the damp dirt beneath you. The familiar musty taste of the water is once again in your mouth and it seems endless as you continue to cough and gag.

Once the vomiting finally calms down you attempt to catch your breath, your body shaking and chest still burning. You slowly become aware of your surroundings and see reptilian hands with sharp claws to the ground beside you as something large continues to loom over you. You freeze in place, the hot breath of whatever it is brushing against your ear and sending chills down your spine. You slowly turn your head and are greeted by large, yellow reptilian eyes.

You attempt to scream but instead let out a painful wheeze, once again being thrown into a coughing fit. "Do not strain yourself." A raspy voice says, a clawed hand now placed on your back. You weakly flip yourself over again and grab their wrist to stop them from touching you, you want to speak but are put into shock at the sight before you. A strange alligator-like woman stares down at you, her gaze is intense and it seems as though she is inspecting you. "You are in bad condition, let me help you."

Her gaze is unwavering and it makes you nervous. She frees her wrist from your grasp and begins to lift you off the ground, "I will take you somewhere safer." You try to push her away but you can't do much, "you're the one who drowned me, aren't you?" You say, your voice raspy and weak. She thinks for a moment before responding, "I suppose so." Your brows knit with frustration, "you suppose so? What the fuck does that mean?" She laughs unexpectedly, opening her large jaws and showing off sharp teeth as she looks down at you, "you quite a bit of spunk for someone who nearly died."

You glare at her, "let me go." She shakes her head, "can't do that." She kicks open a door that was hidden under leaves from tree branches that hung low to the ground. You look around and find your inside a small living room, everything appears to be made by hand from wood. You're set down on the couch and immediately take it as an opportunity to try to get away but she places her large hand on your chest, you can barely get your back off the couch. "Stay put." She growls, "what are you going to do with me?"

She narrows her eyes at you, "I'm trying to help you like I said, I can take care of you." You narrow your eyes as well, unconvinced. She begins to get up, heading in the direction of the kitchen. You can't see what she's doing but she quickly returns with a wooden bowl. "Eat." You hesitantly take the bowl and glare at her, "why did you ever grab me in the first place?" She lets out a low rumble from her chest and sighs, "eat now, ask questions later."

You let out a small huff and look down at the bowl, it was warm and looked like soup with meat in it, the delicious smell making you realize you were hungrier than you thought. You hesitantly took a sip, it was salty, savory and it instantly made a warmth come over you. You drank it down very quickly and she watched you quietly. "I'm glad you seemed to enjoy it, it's snapping turtle meat." Your eyes widened, unsure how to feel, "you're just now telling me this?"

She shrugs, "I didn't know if you'd eat it otherwise." You frowned and she took the bowl from you, setting it aside, "I was originally going to eat you." She says nonchalantly, sitting on the floor in front of the couch, criss cross apple sauce. You give her a weird look, "were?" She nodded, "yes, but I am no longer interested." You stare at her, waiting for her to continue before it becomes clear she won't go on if you don't push her to, "why not?" She simply sat and stared at you for a moment before looking away.

You frowned and cleared your throat, she was not easy to talk to. "Well, alright. Does that mean I can go?" She snapped her head back toward you, "no." You tilted your head, "no?" She shook her head and you two once again fell into an awkward silence, "can you tell me why..?" She narrows her eyes at you, "you cannot return, you are in bad condition." You cross your arms, "we have doctors." She lets out a growl, "I'm better." You raise an eyebrow, "better?" She nods, "doctors do not know the swamp or it's waters like me."

"How so?" You ask suspiciously, "the soup helped prevent the sickness you'd get from swallowing the swamp water." You switch positions so your facing her, "how?" She stands up, "secret." You scoff, "secret?" She simply nods and leaves the room. You sit there, somewhat baffled for a moment, she clearly doesn't interact with people much. She returns moments later holding what looks a wooden bowl with a lid on top, "take off your shirt." You stare at her for a moment, questioning if your ears deceived you, "what?" She sets the bowl down, taking off the lid to reveal a weird greenish substance.

"I need to put this on your chest, it'll help with the pain from cpr. No bones broken, just pain from the pressure." You stare at her for a moment before sighing, "fine." She nods and presses her hand to your chest softly, encouraging you to lay back. Her hands are cold and scaly, "stay laying." She reaches into the bowl, scooping out a decent amount of the slimy substance, "it'll be cold." She says, slowly smearing the odd substance onto your chest.

A shiver runs down your spine at the coldness and sensation. She is gentle as she begins to rub it in and, much to your dismay, it arouses you somewhat. You silently curse yourself in your head and, to the best of your ability, try to appear unfazed. She appears unbothered as she massages your chest and below your ribcage. You swallow thickly, "are you almost done?" She looks up at you, "is something wrong?" She gently drags her nails down your chest and it makes your breath catch.

She tilts her head at you and you try your best to force a smile as your face heats up, "no I just- ah!" You let out a small yelp as she takes a nipple between her fingers, gently squeezing, "you just what?" Her eyes narrow and you curse under your breath, "are you doing this on purpose?" She tilts her head, but a faint glimmer in her eyes gives her away , "doing what?" She begins to run her thumb slowly in circles around your nipple now and you bite your lip.

She leans in closer to your face, grinning now. It's as though a switch flipped within her, "I may not plan on eating you, but I have different ways in which I will devour you." She speaks in a lower tone, laced with hunger that's also prevalent in the way she now stares at you like your meer prey to her. She presses her lips to yours before you can muster a response, it startles you. The kiss is immediately needy and she wastes no time in climbing on top of you.

She growls, pinning your wrists above your head and slipping her tongue inside your mouth. This once again surprises you, it's thick and you barely fit it in your mouth as she shoves it down as far as it can go. You want to moan but the tongue allows no sound to come out. She lets out a groan, pulling her tongue away, a trail of spit connecting you both. She pants heavily, "I'm going to completely consume you, you're mine now." She holds your wrist with just one hand now, using the other to hold your face.

"You're far too pretty to go to waste." She begins to kiss and lick your neck, opening her jaws wide enough your entire neck is in her mouth. You freeze, subconsciously holding your breath, fearful but excited as she continues to run her tongue around and along the entirety of your neck. She eventually pulls away. "Do. Not. Move." She hisses before getting up and heading to another room. You pant heavily, trying to get a hold on yourself but you have little to no time as she quickly comes back, rope in hand.

She tightly ties your hands above your head, "you have no choice but to stay put for me now, pet." She nearly spits the last part as she begins to remove her shirt, sitting on your legs so you can't move. "Were you planning this all along?" You ask shakily, taking in the beautiful curves of her breasts and the way her scales turned a light green as they went from the middle of her chest down to her belly. "Yes, now shut up and don't speak unless spoken to."

You're somewhat taken aback by her tone but it's quickly replaced by excitement, "yes ma'am." She narrows her eyes hungrily at your response and tears your pants open near your crotch using her teeth. You gasp and she licks a stripe along your underwear where your genitalia is. You let out a shaky breath and she groans as she tears away the underwear as well. She grabs onto your thighs, forcing your legs open as she dug her claws into you. She didn't dig deep enough to make you bleed but it still hurt quite a bit, you let out a small whimper.

You quickly forget about the slight pain as she begins to lap at your nether regions as though her life depends on it. She perfectly runs her tongue along every nerve, making your legs shake and your brain go foggy. You let out small moans and this only motivated her further, "don't hold back." She says as she shoves your leg backwards, perfectly angling her mouth to completely devour you, careful with her teeth. You let out a loud moan in response and she growls with satisfaction.

You can feel yourself quickly unwinding as she ruthlessly devours you and your toes curl, but just as you think you'll finish she pulls away, licking her lips. "You do not get to cum." She stated firmly, getting off the couch as you whined and panted. She grabbed you by the back of your hair, forcing you to look up at her with a tug. You most likely looked like a mess, eyelids heavy and desperate for release. She simply laughed, "you are mine to use, but maybe if you're good..."

She trails off, eyes glued to your lips. She quickly slid off all her remaining clothes and placed a leg above you on the couch, giving you a perfect view of just how wet she was. She once again grabs the hair on the back of your head and lowers herself a little. You get the hint and began to lick her clit, making her let out a quiet groan. You then began to run your tongue in circles and suck a little, making her gasp. Your hands are still tied, now behind your back, but you oh so desperately wanted to grab her thighs and push her further into you.

You let out a small moan as you began to speed up, occasionally putting your tongue inside her for a while. She let out loud moans, bringing a hand to one of her breasts as she played with her breast. She pushed your head further into her, grinding on your face as she was increasingly driven insane. "Fuckk." She growled, the ending becoming a breathless moan. You devoured her as she did you; ruthlessly, as though you were famished and maybe you had been.

Her grinding became more uneven and her moans louder, her words even beginning to slur together as she became drunk on your tongue. "I'm going to cu-ah! L-lick it up." She tried to sound stern but instead stuttered and whined, making you giggle a little. She growled, "oh I'll do the exact same to you, don't get cocky you little-ahhhh!" She let out a loud moan as she came onto your tongue and, just as she asked, you lapped up every last drop.

She panted heavily and so did you, her hand still in your hair. She took her foot off the couch, her legs a little wobbly, "I think you can cum too now." She smiled as she held your head up to her, mouth covered in her juices. She kissed you rough, tasting herself on your tongue, before tossing your head back and once again walking to another room. She walked out now wielding a large green dildo, it appeared about 7 inches in length or more and seemingly mimicked what you'd expect an reptilian penis to look like. Scales and even a few small horns sticking up in a few places.

"If I had expected a guest I would've got a strap-on but I think this will work, for now.." She grinned devilishly and once again spread your legs open, "stay." She said, running the dildo along your hole, watching you react. You let out a small whimper, desperate for some kind of release. She smiled and reached the dildo down to her vagina, covering it in her juices as an lubricant. She slowly put it inside you and you let out a small moan as it stretched you out with a slight pain.

She smiled and took it out, quickly thrusting it into you as your pleading whimper turned into a loud moan. She then began to fuck you with the dildo at an even pace, not too quick but not too slow. You moaned and bucked your hips as it brushed against all the right places with every thrust, sending electricity down your spine. She watched every expression you made, enjoying every second, "do you want me to go faster?" She asked mockingly, as though speaking to a baby or a dog.

"Y-yes m-am." You stuttered, letting out a small whimper. "You have to beg for it." She said sternly, her expression turning somewhat serious as she stared down at you like you were gum on the bottom of her shoe. She reached her freehand down and placed it at your throat, "Please, please go faster. Fuck me, fuck me hard, make me yours and make me- cuahh!!!" She giggled as your begging turned into a loud yell as she began to fuck you with the dildo as hard as she could.

"Good." She growled and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head as she squeezed your throat, nails lightly digging in. You loved it, you loved being all hers, you loved how rough she was, she was completely breaking your mind like no one else has or could. Every horn, every scale. Every. Single. Inch, you could feel it and it only made it that much more pleasurable. You felt yourself growing close like before, toes curling and mind going blank as you began to see stars.

She removes her hand from your throat and you let out a loud moan, your whole body shaking as it felt like an entire wave crashed over you. You pant heavily, stars still in your vision as she pulls the dildo from you and admires you. She smiles and leans over, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, "I knew you were special." She says as she looks into your eyes, you see a softness in her yellow eyes you didn't see before and it helps ease your pounding heart somewhat.

"I will continue to take care of you, I can get a bath running." You nod, hardly able to speak as your enamored by her yellow topaz eyes. "Thank you." You say and she affectionately rubs her head against your chin as though she's a cat. She gets up to go prepare your bath but you stop her, "wait." She stops and turns to you, "what's your name?" She smiles, seeming somewhat amused by the question, "Vella."

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