#I’ll take both gladly tbh

[noahthehyperfixated]

I don’t CARE if original art is ignored here most of the time, THIS SHITS FIRE 🔥

[babyleostuff]

let me go | choi seungcheol

author’s note | tbh i had such a hard time writing for him BECAUSE I MISS MY DARLING CHEOL and i can’t stand the thought of him being in painnnn. i want him to be happy and healthy and i want him to be back with the boys, i hate it hereeee

“Stop moving so much,” Seungcheol whined, his words coming out slurred due to his cheek being pressed against your stomach. 

“But I really need to go to the bathroom, Cheol,” you sighed, looking down at the blond mess that was crushing your tummy. 

Ever since your boyfriend got the surgery done, he was even clingier than he used to be. Not that you could blame him, he spent most of his days alone in bed, so naturally his clingy side would shine through and he’d do everything he could to keep you in bed longer. 

You saw how a couple of times he scrolled through the group chat and looked at the pictures the members sent with envy. He’d do anything to be able to get up from that damn bed and join them in the practice room. 

“Darling, you really need to let me go,” you said. 

His fluffy hair bounced as he shook his head and wrapped his second arm around your waist, to make sure that you wouldn’t slip away. Not like that was possible, he could tackle you with ease, even with a torn ACL. 

You sighed, not knowing what to do. If you could, you’d gladly spend the whole day with him, but the both of you knew you had your own responsibilities and you couldn't just abandon everything for the next months just to stay with him (no matter how much you wanted to do that). 

“Choi Seungcheol, let me go,” you said, trying to wriggle out of his grip. 

“Don’t call me that,” he whined once again, nuzzling his head further into your stomach. 

“Then let me go.” 

“No. You'll just leave then,” he said, but loosened his grip on you. He lifted his head to look at you and he couldn’t have looked more adorable. 

A well- known pout adorned his face, while his hair was a big mess and cheeks were rosy from sleep. Even though he looked like that everytime he woke up, an unusual hint of sadness was prominent in his eyes. 

You put your palm against his cheek, leaning in to place a kiss on his exposed forehead. 

That’s how he wanted to stay for the whole day - in your arms, enveloped by love and comfort, the only thing that made him forget about his knee and the pain he was experiencing. 

“I have to go, Cheol,” you said, pecking his forehead once again. “But I’ll come back in a couple of hours. I always do, you know that,” you put a finger under his chin to lift his head up to your level. 

“I know, darling,” he sighed, and lifted himself up to sit with a grunt. 

You could hear your own heart breaking at the sight of him being so helpless. A week ago he was playing football with Mingyu and Jeonghan and now he couldn’t even sit up on his own. 

Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends. 

“Stop,” you said softly, placing your hand on top of his. “I know this is hard for you, I can’t even begin to imagine how you’re feeling right now,” you gently ran your finger through his messy hair, soothing the previous tugging of his. 

“But remember that you’re not alone in this and even though you can’t be with the boys right now, they're not angry with you. You didn’t let anyone down Seungcheol. Stop blaming yourself, it was an accident.” 

His shoulders hung low, not convinced by your words. And it would take him some time to believe that, you knew that. 

“I just miss the guys,” he said. 

“I know. But they miss you a lot too, baby.” 

As you sat in silence, a simple idea popped into your head. 

What if you planned an extra monthly meeting? They could all gather at Seungcheol’s place and he would have a surprise, he’d certainly be happy with. If that didn’t make him feel better, nothing would. 

“You can go now, you know,” he said quietly, avoiding your eyes. 

“You know what? I’ll take a day off today.”

[hueningstar]

https://www.tumblr.com/hueningstar/771586722068873216/if-youre-not-uncomfortable-with-it-dont-you-think?source=share

ooh I loved this soooo much

can I please request for some soft dom beomgyu and sub f!reader. Where he takes his nice and long sweet time and the rest is up to you. I am excited to see what you’d write tbh

Calm and Steady

Summary : Beomgyu passionately makes love to you, whispering sweet nothings and dirty phrases in your ear as he claims you completely.

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A/N : I looove when ppl praise me for my hard work. Thank you so much,dear anon!!🤗🫶 Also, I lowkey had a hard time portraying Beomgyu as a soft dom since I'm more on the kinkier side so I hope I didn't dissapoint.😣 plss don't hesitate to ask for more,I'd gladly do it!☺️

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Pairing : soft dom!beomgyu × sub!reader

Warnings : soft dom beomgyu, eating out, unprotected sex(wrap it b4 u tap it), gyu is really a sweetheart in this one🙏

MDNI

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The room was quiet, the only sound coming from the gentle hum of a playlist Beomgyu had set up earlier. You sat on the edge of the bed, your legs tucked beneath you, feeling his eyes on you. He was standing by the window, leaning against the frame, his hands resting casually in the pockets of his sweatpants.

He turned toward you, his soft brown hair falling slightly into his eyes. There was no rush in his movements as he approached, his presence filling the room with a calming, steady energy.

“Look at you,” he said softly, his voice a warm hum that sent a shiver down your spine. His tone wasn’t demanding—it was full of quiet reassurance, the kind that made you feel both safe and utterly exposed. “So beautiful, sitting there all nervous. You don’t have to be, you know.”

You blinked up at him as he crouched in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees. His thumbs traced slow, lazy circles over the fabric of your leggings, grounding you.

“Hey,” he said gently, waiting until you met his gaze. “If this is too much, we can stop. You set the pace tonight. But if you let me, I’ll take care of everything. You just have to trust me.”

His words were soft yet firm, his tone leaving no room for doubt. He reached up, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, and your breath hitched at the tenderness in his touch.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his lips curling into a smile as you leaned into his hand. “That’s my brave girl.”

Beomgyu's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your lips parted slightly. He leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting over your ear.

"You're so responsive, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "The way your body reacts to my touch... it's addicting." His hands continued their slow exploration, trailing up your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts.

He gently squeezed your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. You let out a soft gasp, your head falling back against the bed as he leaned in to press his lips to your neck. "So sensitive," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

"I want to see you," he whispered against your neck, his hands already working on the hem of your shirt. His fingers brushed against your bare skin, sending goosebumps down your arms. He pulled the shirt over your head, and your nipples hardened in the cool air.

He unhooked your bra with practiced ease, the straps sliding down your shoulders. He tossed the bra aside and took in the view of your bare breasts, his eyes darkening with lust. He palmed one breast, his thumb rubbing the sensitive peak. "So perfect." he breathed.

He wrapped his hands around your breasts, squeezing gently as he leaned down to capture a nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he pinched the other nipple between his fingers. You arched off the bed, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips.

Beomgyu released your nipple with a soft pop, grinning at the desperate sound of your moan. "Shh, we have all night." he whispered teasingly, soothing the abused bud with his thumb. "Let's get you out of these leggings, hm?"

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your leggings and slowly pulled them down your legs, his gaze never leaving your face. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second, your heart pounding in your chest as he revealed your matching pink underwear. "So pretty,"

He hooked his fingers under the elastic of your panties, teasingly dragging them down inch by slow inch. Exposing your glistening folds, he groaned appreciatively. "Look at this, I barely touched you and you're dripping already." He leaned in, inhaling deeply, savoring your scent.

"You smell divine, sweetheart," he murmured appreciatively, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. Unable to resist any longer, he sealed his mouth over your pussy, dragging his tongue through your slick folds in one long, slow lick. "Mmm, delicious too."

He curled his fingers under your thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he buried his face between your thighs. He licked and sucked greedily, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you in place as he devoured you like a starving man. "Beomgyu."

Your voice was a high-pitched, desperate whimper as he sucked hard on your clit, his tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Suddenly, he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them to rub against your g-spot as he continued to feast on your pussy.

"That's it, baby," he whispered against your swollen folds, his voice vibrating against your sensitive nerves. His fingers moved faster, pressing harder against that sweet spot while his tongue teased your clit in feverish circles. "Come for me." he commanded, wanting to taste every drop of your release.

Your body coiled tighter and tighter under his skilled ministrations, and with a sharp cry of his name, your orgasm crashed over you. Wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through your trembling body as Beomgyu continued to lap at your pussy, drinking down every drop of your release.

As you convulsed above him, Beomgyu slowly stood up, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. He looked down at you, sprawled bonelessly on the bed, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. "Turn over,"

He gently tugged on your ankle, urging you to turn over onto your stomach. Once you were in position, he climbed onto the bed behind you, settling his body over yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

His large hands slowly roamed over your curves possessively as he nuzzled into your neck. "Lift your hips." he whispered softly, his fingers splaying out over your stomach to encourage you to arch your back.

With a contented sigh, you lifted your hips, giving Beomgyu easy access to your pussy from behind. He lined his hard cock up with your soaked entrance, teasing the head against your lips before pushing forward, sheathing himself inside you in one smooth stroke.

Beomgyu set a slow, deliberate pace, his thick cock dragging in and out of your dripping pussy as he held you securely against him. His hands never left your waist, maintaining his grip as he fucked you from behind, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass filling the room.

His pace began to gradually pick up, the rhythm of his hips becoming more insistent as he whispered hotly in your ear "You feel so good wrapped around my cock... Do you like it when I fuck you slowly like this, baby?" He reached around to circle your clit with his fingers.

A soft moan fell from your lips as he continued to fill you, the slow drag of his cock combined with the teasing circles on your clit driving you wild with need. "Yes... I love it when you fuck me like this." you whimpered, pressing back against him to take him even deeper.

Beomgyu groaned as you arched your back, meeting each of his deep thrusts eagerly. "Such a greedy girl, taking my cock so well," he praised, his fingers working tirelessly over your clit as he continued to fill and stretch you with his throbbing erection.

Your inner walls fluttered around him, squeezing his cock tightly as he fucked you with passionate, unhurried strokes. Beomgyu's control started to waver, hiships rocking into you harder and faster as he chased his own peak. "Fuck, baby, I can feel you tightening..."

His breathing grew heavier as he maintained his grip on your waist, each measured thrust becoming more intense "Can you take more, sweet girl? I want to feel you come on my cock again..." He began to change the angle of his thrusts, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you.

"Y... yes, more..." you whimpered breathlessly, completely at his mercy. The new angle made stars burst behind your closed eyes, and you could feel your orgasm building quickly. Beomgyu's finger on your clit became more insistent as he sensed your impending release.

With a final, deep thrust and a press of his finger, he sent you over the edge. Your body convulsed with pleasure, your pussy clenching tightly around his pulsing cock as he came undone right after you. "Fuck, I'm coming inside you, baby..."

Beomgyu groaned loudly, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing in time with his intense climax. He leaned forward, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades as he caught his breath, still buried inside your trembling pussy.

"God, that was incredible," Beomgyu murmured against your skin, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder as he slowly softened inside you. "You're perfect, baby. My perfect little fuck doll." He nuzzled your neck affectionately, his hands slowly caressing your hips and waist.

You could only whimper in contentment, completely sated and weak in the knees from the intense pleasure. Your inner walls fluttered around his slowly softening length, milking the last drops of his release.

After several long moments basking in the afterglow, Beomgyu finally slipped out of you, his cock glistening with your combined fluids. He laid you down gently on the bed, admiring your flushed body sprawled across the sheets.

Beomgyu trailed a finger lightly down your back, eliciting a delightful shiver. "Look at you, utterly ravished and gorgeous. I could admire this view all day," he mused, a playful smirk curling his lips. "Think you've got another round in you, sweetheart?"

You looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "Maybe... if you're up for it." you purred, already feeling a familiar warmth building between your thighs at the thought of another round with Beomgyu.

Beomgyu's eyes darkened with desire as he took in your inviting expression. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss as his hands began to roam your body once more. "Oh, I'm more than up for it, baby," he murmured against your lips.

Beomgyu pulled away slightly, his breath ragged, eyes filled with anticipation. He looked at you, his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw as he whispered, “I love how you look at me, always so sure, so confident.”

You chuckled softly, your hands finding his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “And I love how you never hesitate.”

His smile softened, and he kissed your forehead, lingering there for a moment as if savoring the moment. "Let's just take it slow this time," he murmured, his voice gentle.

You nodded, your body relaxing in his arms as you enjoyed the warmth of his embrace. No rush, no pressure—just the simple comfort of being together in that quiet, tender space.

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[elleluvsjurin]

TBH

Yoo Jeongyeon x chubby fem!reader

a/n: god she’s so fucking pretty. my favorite futch 🥹

warnings: established (secret) relationship, you guys are in loveeee, making out, mentions of weed and getting high, smut, switch!Jeongyeon x switch!fem strap usage, sex while being high, Jeongyeon refers to her strap as “her cock”, mommy kink 🌚

disclaimer: this is purely fiction! this does not depict the idol irl!

MEN AND MINORS DNI I WILL BLOCK YOU!!

You and Jeongyeon have been dating for almost a year and a half now. She’s been nothing but great to you but because she is an idol, your relationship has to be kept a secret for both of you guys’ safety. Since it’s been over a year, your secret relationship doesn’t affect you anymore like it used to. Jeongyeon always comes over and you guys hang out…and then some! *wink wink*

Jeongyeon arrives at your place and of course you welcome her with open arms. Your strong girlfriend picks you up and places you on her lap, forcing you to straddle her. You’re on your couch and kissing her neck before she pulls out a small bag of joints for the two of you.

“Jeongyeon…you didn’t!” You gasp and you kiss her cheek, taking the bag out of her hand.

“You know I had to get us some, it’s only fair that I share with you.” She says. You pull one of the joints out of the bag and she hands you her lighter. You light the joint and put it up to your lips, inhaling. Jeongyeon opens her mouth so you exhale the smoke into her mouth, shotgunning, before she lights her own blunt. She inhales and exhales her smoke before grabbing onto your neck and deeply kissing you. You slightly whimper and grind on her lap. Jeongyeon lets out a groan and releases her hand from your neck.

“Mmh. Stop that, jagiya.” She smacks your plush ass before taking another inhale of her joint. You whine, eventually following her orders.

“But Jeongy-.” You start to say.

“I said stop. Be a good girl and I’ll reward you later, hmm?” Jeongyeon cuts you off sternly. You nod your head, Jeongyeon puts her joint up to your lips and you gladly take it.

“That’s my good girl.” Jeongyeon wraps her arms around your waist and slowly kisses your neck while you smoke her joint, your joint being long gone. You start to feel the effects of the cannabis in your system, letting out a long moan feeling her lips on your neck.

“I-I need you…please.” You beg and you hear her chuckle.

“Only because you said please.” Jeongyeon says. she looks up at you, her eyes bloodshot red but she’s aware of what she’s doing. You slowly take off your shirt, leaving yourself in your bra. Jeongyeon unclasps your bra, your tits on display for her. She instantly latches her mouth onto your right nipple as she rubs on your left nipple.

“F-fuck Jeong, feel so good.” You moan out and you grab onto the back of her head. She continues sucking on your nipples, going back and forth before she lets up.

“I want you to ride me, jagiya.” She signals for you to go get her strap. You hurriedly go upstairs to grab her strap and you bring it down to where she’s sitting. Jeongyeon stands up, slightly towering over you and she takes off her clothes. You watch her in awe, loving every part of her. You take in every features for the next time you guys get together in a situation like this.

Your thoughts get interrupted when she signals you to come sit back on her lap. You get on top of her and you pull your panties to the side. She softly grabs your hips, making sure to be careful as she slowly sinks you down on her silicone cock. You let out a sinful moan at the way her cock stretches you out.

You stay still for a minute before you start to bounce up and down on her cock. You start moaning out loud as Jeongyeon latches her mouth to one of your nipples while she smacks your ass.

“fuck jagiya, keep bouncing on mommy’s cock” she coos and grabs onto your hips, bouncing your body up and down on her cock. You continue to moan and bounce on her cock before you move your hand down to play with your own clit. The sound of your thighs making contact with her thighs making a clapping sound throughout your home. You’re sure that your neighbors will be complaining.

“o-oh my goodness…you feel so good mommy” you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut as you cream all over jeongyeon’s strap. She kisses your lips.

“Mmh that’s my good girl, yeah?” She asks. You nod your head rapidly, coming down from your high. Jeongyeon lifts you off of her lap and takes off her strap. You wait for her to finish and you lay her down on the couch.

“Let me eat you out, babe.” She complies and she spreads her legs for you on the couch. You get on your knees in front of her and you start by kissing on her thighs.

“j-jagiya…please stop teasing.” You eventually stop teasing your girlfriend and you latch your mouth to her clit, slowly sucking on it. Jeongyeon whimpers and grabs onto your hair while you slowly stick your finger inside of her cunt, pushing in and out.

“Feels good, hmm jeongie?” You taunt but continue to suck on her clit and finger her at the same time, gradually sticking another finger inside of her. She clenches and you thrust faster.

“y-yn please..don’t stop.” She whimpers as you eat your girlfriend out. You chuckle and it sends vibrations to her clit. Jeongyeon moans out loud and cums all over your fingers. You pull out of her and you signal for her to open her mouth. She opens her mouth for you and you stick your fingers in her mouth, tasting herself on your fingers.

“Good girl jeongie.” You coo and kiss her lips. She comes down from her high and holds you tightly.

“Thank you, jagiya.” She mumbles in your ear.

“Of course my love, but let’s get cleaned up.” You take her upstairs to the bathroom and you run a shower for the two of you. You both take a shower together and you lay on her chest. Grabbing onto one of her boobs for comfort. She kisses your cheek.

“I love you, Y/N..so much.” She mumbles. You smile as she plays with your hair.

“I love you too, Jeongie.” You mention and you both doze off.

A/N: i hope you guys enjoyed reading this little story. It’s been in my drafts for a little minute. Plus i struggle seeing Jeongyeon stories so this is for my baby/my fellow Jeongyeon lovers! 😋

[beanghostprincess]

Tbh I don’t even need Shanks or Buggy to be pining 100 percent of the time, I’ll gladly would read a fic or thing where they both have moved on (for the most part because Buggy hasn’t ever been normal about Shanks ever as evidence by the earlier at chapters he ever even appeared in. Nobody who’s moved on gets flashbacks to the time a guy made you eat a fruit) but Shanks sees the opportunity to at least… talk to his old crewmate and takes it. They used to best friends after all. Just curious to see what Buggy’s been doing is all. And Buggy is just in a position where drinking with isn’t the worst he could do that day so he accepts the invitation. None of them have been “pining” for the other really. They never even really expected to run into each other like this again.

… and all it takes is five minutes of Shanks listening to Buggy rambling to remember that little crush he had on him as a child and it takes an hour for him to suddenly realize “…. Oh fuck. The feelings back. Or it never left and was just behind a layer of time that now has been pulled away. The exact same feeling. Fuck. Turns out it wasn’t even a “little crush” either. Shit. Gonna drink myself into a stupor.”

And it doesn’t even take half an hour for Buggy to suddenly remember why the idea of going for the One Piece with Shanks seemed like at least a feasible idea at one point before Shanks managed to destroy Buggy’s image of him as a shining Star so thoroughly, because Shanks has put his remaining arm around him and is laughing and there’s just this charisma dripping of him and Buggy remembers that Shanks looked kinda cute back in the day with just the slightest amount of baby fat still in his cheeks but now he’s fucking STUNNING and god why is he wondering about the “what ifs” and “what could have beens” NOW? He hasn’t questioned his choice to leave that fool standing in the rain for DECADES why is - Fuck it! Gonna drink himself into a stupor.

New dynamic dropped: “We used to be over each over but now we had one good night out that made us question everything and none of us can be normal about it for five minutes”

You literally read my mind completely with this. I am obsessed with this concept because it's, for me, the closest to their canon dynamic and characters. They're still very important to each other and seeing the other brings back both good and bad memories. Their relationship is extremely complex and full of love covered in layers and layers of years without each other and new experiences. And I'm 100% sure they constantly ask themselves what could've been or what would have happened if they had stayed together. Chapter 1082 of the manga (why the hell do I know the number? Don't ask. I am not obsessed and it's not like I reread that chapter every day) confirms that. They make me go insane. I wish I could say more about it but you've said everything on my mind???? Thank you.

[ranas-twisted-wonderland]

If you're still taking Yurenamil asks, 🫣, ❤️‍🔥 🗣️ and 🌙!

of course, I’ll gladly ramble about yurenamil some more!!! thanks so much for caring about my blorbos enough to send an ask!!!

🫣: Yurena DEFINITELY stumbled over her feelings more, she would be a blushing, stammering mess around him— Jamil noticed, almost definitely, but because he’s a servant he didn’t feel like he was ‘allowed’ to date anyone. He had to take care of Kalim 24/7 after all, how could he possibly find time for romance? Idia and Azul were NOT safe from her ramblings during Board Game Club meetings, as I’ve said before. Yurena would be a MESS

❤️‍🔥: I think it’s like… 70/30 with Yurena showing more affection, esp during the early period of their relationship where Jamil still isn’t quite sure what to do in a relationship, and treated her almost the exact same way as he did before the relationship. once they get more into the swing of things though, I feel like it’d be much more even with who shows affection

🗣️: Yurena, like myself, has ADHD and likely autism, so she’d be the one rambling about her specific interests more often than Jamil would. I don’t really see Jamil as a rambler tbh unless it’s about maybe cooking. I could see him talking for hours about different recipes and how different spices go together and taste different when cooked differently, but only if Yurena or someone else asked about it first. Yurena will go off on a tangent almost always unprompted

🌙: I’m leaning towards Jamil being the one forcing Yurena into healthier sleeping habits, though her sleeping habits aren’t too bad. I feel like they’re both pretty good about that, but if Yurena stays up too late while hyperfixated on a drawing or something like that, Jamil would gently coax her into bed.

sorry if this is a bit rambly or doesn’t make much sense, my thoughts are like that sometimes 😋

[altacctforastarion]

Service

3299 words, porn with plot and a bit of character study, bonding over shared trauma. NSFW, minors do not interact, 18+ only, spawn Astarion, some spoilers for act 3 but like if you’re reading astarion fanfics you’re prob safe to read this tbh. Once again barely edited bc I’m sleep deprived.

Warnings: Amab reader, no pronouns used for you but you do have a penis, no use of y/n, service top reader, mentions of past trauma (Astarion’s and yours), I love service tops that are just that way because they like it but while I was writing I kinda put my own trauma in there, though it’s very vague and I’m just putting a warning in case you don’t want a tiny bit of angst and hurt/comfort with your porn), also I kinda switched perspectives around a bit.

^^Astarion asking afab reader to use a scroll that gives them an amab body

Also maybe I’ll make a part two

Enjoy!

You love seeing him like this, on his back, body relaxed, eyes closed and his hands touching whatever part of you he can reach, currently it’s your forearms, a hand on each one. You’re sitting in between his spread legs, staring down at your beautiful partner, your hands on his thighs, running up and down. You’re both naked, and while you’ve only just begun he’s already leaking a bit where his cock is laying on his stomach. You want to touch him there, but you won’t, you do whatever he wants and love every second.

“What would you like, love?” You ask. This is all about him, and you’ve fallen into a routine after how many times you’ve done this. He’ll whisper in your ear during the day, would you be so kind as to please me tonight?, you’ll nod or if you’re in the privacy of your own room at Elfsong, you’ll answer verbally, telling him you’ll do whatever he wants, and then that night, when you get to your bedroom he’ll arrange himself however he wants to be, and you’ll fit yourself in like a puzzle piece. Then you ask what he wants and you provide it, eager to please him however he chooses, happy to do all the work for him so he can just relax and enjoy it.

“I think I’d like for you to kiss me,” He opens his eyes to look up at you, and a smile forms,”if that’s not too big of an ask.”

“I think I can manage, just for you, beautiful.” You notice the twitch of his cock, he loves to hear about how you see him. You lower yourself down, hands on the bed keeping you from putting all of your weight on him, you kiss him, gently, sweet and soft, but that lasts for all of a second before he’s grabbing the back of your head and pulling you down, his tongue in your mouth and his lust obvious in the urgency of his kiss.

That’s just how he is, he doesn’t want control over you, not really, but when he has a chance to be the strongest force he takes it before making a new demand for how he wants you, what he wants you to do to him. You love it of course, gladly doing whatever makes him happy and has him exhausted and sated by the time the two of you go to bed.

You give him what he wants, kissing him hard and passionately, moving a hand from where it’s supporting you to cup his jaw, using your elbow to hold you up instead, putting your body closer to him and his hands start to travel from your head to your back, eager to touch whatever wasn’t in reach before.

Those hands find your chest and push against you lightly, and you go pull back, face still close to his, “Tell me what you want, beautiful.”

He tilts his hips up, and for a moment, his cock touches your own and a little moan comes from his throat,”I want you to touch me, and I want to be on top of you.” He moves his hips against you again, air coming out of him like a hiss.

You kiss him again just for a second, gentle at first and then ending with a bite on his bottom lip that makes him gasp, then you move and arrange yourself on the bed next to him. He’s on you almost instantly, sitting on your thighs, knees on either side of him. You grab his cock, stroking him slow with a firm grip, looking up at him. His eyes are closed, head tilted back, calming himself down from the looks of it, and he starts to move his hip, fucking your hand.

“How does it feel, beautiful?” You check in, even though he’d certainly tell you if he wasn’t enjoying himself.

“Wonderful as always, darling.” His words come out with a flirtatious purr, and you take his ability to speak as a challenge, speeding up your hand, palm rubbing against the tip on every other stroke, just the way he likes it. His breath hitches, and his hands reach for you, one in your hair, the other on your chest. He curls in on himself slightly, the hand on your chest is used to support him as he lets you work on him. Little moans coming from him, occasionally a swear followed by your name, as his fingers grip and pull your hair only to let go and just hold you there. “D-darling, I don’t want to cum yet.” Oh how you love when his voice breaks, that mask slipping. It’s his decision, yet he whines, high in his throat, when you stop completely, hands moving to his hips instead, and he looks down at you with such need, you feel the heat between your legs. He breathes, deep and slow before he speaks again, hips occasionally twitching forward, seeking friction but only getting air, “Can I ride you? For now, at least. I’ve already prepared myself for you.”

“Anything you want, Astarion. I’d love that.” Your cheeks flush a bit, this isn’t something you’ve done often with him. Usually either he fucks you, taking his own pleasure after you’ve done whatever he wants for however long he wants, or you fuck him while he lays on his back. Only recently has he wanted to lead things in this sense. You love watching him use your body for his pleasure and he’s always such a lovely view.

He leans down and kisses you, greedy, and his hand on your chest sneaks it’s way down to your cock, and you moan into his mouth when he touches you, his hand wrapping around your length and giving you a few firm stokes.

He pulls away from the kiss, putting his lips on your throat instead, and you tilt your head to the side, giving him space if he decides to feed, “Oh darling, all this for me? You really do love this, don’t you?” The purr is back in his voice, even though you can feel as his own cock drips on your stomach, his own need clearly visible. He kisses your neck, and then you feel his tongue on your pulse, but he doesn’t bite you like you’d expected. “Hm, as much as I’d love to drink from you, I think I’d like to wait until you’re cumming in me.”

You groan at that, face burning, not used to receiving pleasure from partners, but Astarion is different in a multitude of ways, and he enjoys telling you how he wants to see or feel you finishing.

—

He lavished your neck with attention for a moment, lightly biting, kissing and licking, before lifting back up to look at you, so pretty under him, so willing to do anything he asks for. He briefly ponders how lucky he had to of been to meet you after the nautiloid, out of everyone that could have gotten snatched up alongside him, it was you, someone who wanted him in his entirety and could be so selfless in and out of bed, only focused on what would make the people around you, him, comfortable, safe and happy.

You look up at him, adoration in your eyes, and you enjoy his body of course, but right now he knows that look is just about him, not his body, but his mind and soul. He knows you see the same thing in his eyes, you’d broken down his walls what feels like forever ago, but only recently have things shifted. Cazador is dead and the two of you and your companions are taking up residence in Elfsong, the others in the largest room available while he’d whispered in your ear, telling you that he craved a private space with you.

That first night you’d spent together, when you met him in a clearing, he’d tried to give you world shattering pleasure in exchange for your protection, all honeyed words and flirty smiles and compliments, and when he pushed you down you’d stopped him, telling him you’d please him however he’d like, but you weren’t one to receive pleasure or attention. You’d almost seemed uncomfortable, like the idea of someone blowing your mind was something to fear, and had he of cared enough about you then he’d of pushed, but he was on a mission of self preservation and the fear of scaring you away was ever present, so he simply told you to lay back, and let him have his fun with your body. You’d smiled then, obeyed, and let him touch you, offered your neck, and occasionally asked what he’d like you to do.

Eventually, when he started to open up more, telling you of his scars, of his time as a slave, you started telling him about your past, your relationship with sex, how receiving pleasure was a sore spot for you, that it was easier, more enjoyable to just be of service, doing whatever for whoever. That now you’ve stopped giving away your body, you no longer feel the need to, but you confess that that first night you’d simply craved intimacy, the validation that comes from being good at pleasing others and when he’d asked it was as easy as saying yes, and following his lead.

It struck him then, that maybe he wasn’t the only one with unhealthy feelings towards intimacy, he used people to gain things, and you needed to be used to feel like you mattered. He started to linger more after that, spending more time with you in general. He’d told himself it was to stay in your good graces, and ignored the squeeze in his chest when you smiled at him, the way it was easy to enjoy himself around you.

When you stopped having sex he noticed your worry, and when he asked about it, you didn’t open up right away, but a few night later over a shared bottle of horrible wine, after he drank from you and he was sitting with you in your tent, you stared at tent walls, avoiding his eyes, and told him you were worried without sex he wouldn’t want to spend time with you anymore, that he wouldn’t be happy with you if you weren’t providing a service. He’d kissed you then, silencing you, and told you whatever the two of you were wasn’t about what you could provide him, that it was about trust and respect. He didn’t say it then, too afraid, but he cared for you in a way he’s never cared about anyone, and while the sex was amazing, it wasn’t very high up on the constantly growing list of reasons why he stuck around.

As time went on, as you got closer to Cazador he found more comfort in you, talking more, getting to know you, sharing your pasts in whispers while the others slept, and by the time you told him that he wouldn’t be him anymore if he ascended, he knew you were right, that you knew him better than anyone. That night he’d taken you to his grave, he’d come onto you, and at your yes, he’d asked you what you wanted, what you were comfortable with.

You told him you’d still like to please him, that it meant something else to you now, with him, and that you think you could enjoy receiving, if that’s what he wanted. And then he was pushing you down, climbing on top of you and telling you your pleasure was his too and he knew you’d be good to him and let him have it. Afterwards, he’d checked in with you, asked if you’d enjoyed it, if he’d gone too far, how you felt about receiving now. Your face was hot and you didn’t meet his eyes when you told him it was a great time. From then on that’s how things went, he’d say something about wanting you to experience pleasure too, and he’d enjoy making you squirm from the attention, feeling your pulse pick up when he touched you and told you how good you were, doing what he wanted.

And that’s where you were now, whether you were on top or underneath him, you were to be of service, except this time you felt safe and seen and happy, you weren’t a fool, you were just happy making him happy, and he was happiest when you’d both finished. There are times of course, for both of you, when something was too much, too triggering, and you’d always find comfort in eachother, stopping immediately and after a break feeling out whether you could continue or just enjoy the night talking, wrapped up in eachother.

But tonight has been a long time coming, and tonight after he’d had his fun on top, riding you, seeing how he made you feel, praising and teasing, he’d ask you to fuck him, laying on his back and telling you what he wanted you to do, knowing you were desperate to please.

—

In the present, he snaps away from his thoughts and puts one more kiss on your lips, gives you one more stroke, and moves forward before lining up your cock with his entrance, and sinking down slowly, releasing a high pitched moan and loving the sound of the air leaving your lungs at the feeling of being inside of him. He waits a moment before moving, and when he does he’s slow, inching up and down, and he stops breathing, a clicking sounds starts in his chest in place of moans, and your hands squeeze his hips for a moment, lust evident in your face. With others, when he couldn’t enjoy sex, it’d been easy to hid the effects of his affliction, but with you he allows things like this, especially after you’d expressed your enjoyment, comparing it to a purr instead of associating it with the undead you slay regularly.

He must breathe in order to speak though, so he takes a breath before continuing, “Darling, would you do the work for me?” He lifts his hips, only about half of you still inside him, and you, of course, take over for him, thrusting into him while he closes his eyes, and the clicking noise returns when he uses the last of his air to moan your name. You keep a steady, slower pace, waiting for him to tell you to speed up, but soon his nails are pressing into your chest, no doubt leaving marks that would be visible tomorrow if not for your armor, and he starts to move his hips again, faster this time, nonverbally telling you to speed up, so you begin to fuck into him how he likes it, fast and hard, your own fingers digging into his hips, holding him steady. His mouth forms words you can’t make out, and eventually just your name, over and over, soundless besides the increased volume of the purring, clicking and knocking against his chest, his lungs failing to get the air needed, and you feel heat swelling in your abdomen, you love seeing him this way, blissed out to the point of silence, while his body pulls moans and gasps from you, tight and hot around you. You look at his cock, dripping, hard against his stomach, bouncing as you move, and you long to stroke him, let him cum where he’d like, maybe even down your throat, if he decides that’s more worthwhile than cumming while you’re inside him.

He inhaled again, and you look up, waiting for him to tell you what to do next, “T-that’s enough, beautiful,” His eyes open as he speaks, blown wide, looking down at you, and you slow to a stop, pulling another whine from him, ”I think it’s time for you to be on top of me, don’t you? You’ve done so well for me like this, so pretty under me, so good to me.” He rolls his hips, feeling you shift, and you almost think he’ll change his mind, tell you to touch his cock and make him cum, but he doesn’t, so you let go of his hips and whine when he moves, your cock falling out of him as he lays down next to you. You’re on him as fast as possible, kissing his neck as you push back inside, his legs wrapping around you and one of your hands in his hair, the other by his face, fingers tracing over his ear, and forcing a moan from him.

“Do you want me to touch you, Astarion?” You ask, mentally pleading for it, he’s made it easier to enjoy things, to ask for things, but still you feel some anxiety through the haze of lust in your head.

He’s gasping when he talks, you’ve just bottomed out and he’s sensitive at this point, “Of course you can touch me, beautiful, so good of you to ask. I love when you tell me what you want to do for me.” He’s not being subtle, but you appreciate the attempt at masking his encouragement for you seeking out what you want, and you like it more when he’s indirect like this, but the kindness doesn’t last, his nails scratching your back as you begin to move in him and his voice in your ear, “Does it feel good, my love? Are you having a good time? It certainly feels like it.”

He really is asking to be sure, you know that, but under his concern is the pleasure he gets from making you say it, and the joy he gets from your own pleasure at how he talks to you. Your hand finds his cock, stroking him quickly, you need him to feel good, and a part of you wants to get back him for the teasing. You know he can hear your heart, hammering in your chest, feel the heat on your face against his neck, the urgency in how you’re fucking him. “It’s always amazing being with you, I-I’m having a great time.” Your voice is hushed, embarrassment and your need dripping off of the words.

“My sweet pet, you’re doing so good for me. Fuck me like you mean it and cum in me, I can’t wait to taste your pleasure.” His nails drag against your skin, and you move your head to the side, giving him space to bite you.

You fuck him harder, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, a steady, harsh pace, finding your pleasure and moaning as the heat continues to build, your hand still stroking him, pulling out all of the tricks to get him as close as you are, as one of his hands finds your hair and pulls, “That’s it, love. Cum for me, you’re so fucking good.” His fangs bury themselves in your neck, causing you to gasp, and your release fills him, cock twitching. He moans as he laps up your blood, and you keep fucking into him, ignoring the oversensitivity, whines and gasps of his name from your mouth.

He cums a moment later, spend hitting his chest, and you stroke him through it, letting him go after a moment, all while he drinks from you, moaning into your sore neck. When he’s done he pushes you gently, and you pull out of him, planning on going and getting something to clean him off with, but he pulls you back down on top of him, pulling you into an iron tasting kiss.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me, love. Now how about we take a nice bath, hm? And then after that I want to make you cum again, I think I’ll use my hand, so I can see you better.”

“I’d like that.”

[checkadii]

I redownloaded hi3 (don’t look at me like that I missed it a bit okay I binged some of the animated cutscenes the day before and started crying) and . Truly I cannot do anything without thinking about trigun somehow or working it into the thing

So hear me out.

Uhhh. Herrscher Knives. Somehow. Idk. Soemthinf honkai related. I was watching Will of The Herrscher, and Sirin was doing her whole speech of how Shit Man Is and I was like snort. Okay. And then you can hear an audible Ping! in my brain rfndmfmgm….

I literally cannot place the ghg. MAYBE world serpent??? Knives is The Serpent… Or EoM as world serpent… or both are their own thing entirely, with members also being part of w.s simultaneously

Vash Herrscher too but also like. Valkyrie First. (dol amabs can’t be valks— okay intersex or trans take your pick or he’s one of those rare cases where honkai adaptability happen) (are there even. canon amab valks. Do they all become Schicksal chevalier). I think he would get along really well with Kiana,,, I thought too long about De Capo and Moon Halo w him and started tearing up 😭

Meryl and Milly,,, honestly I thought abt Anti-Entropy. But also it’s been so fucking long since I’ve played the story I don’t remember much abt them tbh, either that or Schicksal without knowledge of the more. Shitty stuff they do (UNDERSTATEMENT) or they could still be insurance agents or some form of reporters! With how much damage the honkai do … yea 😭

Wolfwood… I guess that would also make him part of World Serpent if. We’re going down that route . Oh hey. Natasha and the orphans,,,

Honestly vash and wolfwood Kiamei parallels (PUNCHED)

[i mean come ON. THE ENTIRETY OF LAMENT OF THE FALLEN?????? If rescuing you is a sin I’ll gladly become a sinner // Kiana, you’re always like this. Even when you’re battered, you’d still force a smile. You saved me. You saved us all. Yet you shoulder everything alone at the cost of your life. / Mei! This is my… mission. / Maybe this is for the greater good (mei!), but how can I pretend this is the right thing? (Mei, don’t—) I only know that deep down, the world means nothing to me without you!]

Rem,, hear me out? Rem Brad Luida related to uhh. Flame Chasers. Somehow.

Oh!! Rem part of project sanctuary,,, project ark (snort) or project s.a.v.e entirely

Okay I don’t have enough food in my stomach for this dinner time

[literaila]

Addressing your tags first and foremost because thank goodness. I was beginning to wonder if I was showing up a little too much in your notifs. I'd be embarrassed if I had any shame but I'm a proud lover of your works, what can I say? Catch me reading an update in my bed and hour before work at like 6am. Liked. Reblogged to my sideblog. Framed. Next.

7 years, my goodness. I'll perhaps have to reconsider, gojo is not worth it 😪 I wish I had an appetite for angst like I used to but alas, I can no longer tolerate the feeling of someone reaching inside me to coil my stomach around their calloused hands and rip it out of me. It's just now how I like to spend any random Tuesday, you know? I prefer the cushioning of fluff. But I guess that's personal preferences for you. You do angst well. Just try not to go for my stomach next time~

Old men and philosophy. Put us in a room and we'll be pulling revelations from the sky.

If its already on its way, I shall prepare the shrine. Visits on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Paid entry.

Your puppy sounds like the grudge she holds against gojo is personal. Can't fault her for that tbh, he's definitely done something wrong and she knows it.

This is why people around him are violent. Bless yuuji, still blinded with his admiration (who can blame him)

no i’m almost tempted to plead you for more. tell me about your headaches, tell me if you find a typo in something i’ve typed, tell me if you happen upon a choso hoodie like i do every couple of days, tell me if your flowers die and you have to throw them out. i will take the blandest of crumbs, the smallest of facts. whatever you want, really.

catch me straining at six in the morning to read your asks (not right now, but usually). i genuinely do wake up every hour during the night and check my inbox for messages. and respond half asleep, obviously. it’s an issue, but i have no plans for resolution.

don’t reconsider. i have considered it enough for the both of us, and i will gladly take any pain gojo wants to push on me (with a heavily winded rant, of course. some light scolding).

ah, yes. i personally prefer fake angst in which the characters could not have an issue if they would fess up. real angst? death? pain? no thanks, i’ll take the burden of fluff. believe me, i used to write a lot more angst (someone said to me ‘verity, sometimes people just don’t want to read angst’ and um. yeah true, so i evolved into more fluff ((and overall better writing)) i’ll send your stomach an apology letter, fret not.

put me and any old man in a room and i will find a way to start a fight. it’s simply in my nature.

i just said that money sucks and now i have to pay for entrance fee to my own heart??? fine, i guess, i suppose. i’ve gifted it to you and no takebacksies and all that

i think you mean the grudge she holds against me. literally last time i wrote with her around she immediately came to sit in my lap and typed some outrageous things with her entire body weight. franklin doesn’t understand common courtesy or art (side eyeing me as we speak)

(gojo is always doing something wrong though. we all know it)

real real real. i was thinking about reader and satoru in a room, much too close to each other, and i thought ‘huh, that’s kind of a weird thing to do. even for two grossly pining characters. how realistic is that, chat?’ but then i remembered who i was writing about. (gojo cannot be stopped)

[rainbowintheclouds]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Alr I’ll be ranting about one little thing that happened yesterday with my friends, this is tickle related so if you don’t wanna see it you may ignore<3

Now, I am a very touch starved human because of my anti-social self but thanks to the universe I had friends that made friends with me. Also thank the universe that one of my friends that I personally consider my best friend, we’ll call her K, is physical affectionate just like me. There has been like one more tword event that happened with me and her so you tell me if you wanna hear that too-

anyways I was in my last class for the day and because the teacher had nothing planned, it was a free period. Like any other mf, we just talked and had fun because that’ll the only class all my friend group shares together. I’m much more quiet than my other friends so I usually just let them talk while I listen, usually standing/sitting right next to K. While they were talking, she was holding my hand and playing around with it because it’s something she does and cause of my warm body heat. After a bit, I just pull her in a hug, knowing she was okay with physical touch right now. (We have this system where I tap her hand and ask, “can I?” Which means, “is it okay to touch you right now?” And she’ll answer with a nod, yes, no, etc) She hugs be back, petting my head while still talking to the other as if nothing was happening.

And this is where the tword plays in- For any person in the tword community you most likely will know that one trope where the ler is tiggling the lee but acts casual like they aren’t just wrecking them. Yeah, that is exactly what happened-

Not even a minute later, she starts rubbing and grazing her nails on my back. Keep in mind my back is twordish- and she knows this because of the first tword event. I at first thought it was just a back massage and gladly accepted it. However, soon after she started specifically going for my spine, tracing up and down, and adding more pressure. I don’t have the biggest reactions when I get twordish but omfg it tickled- I would jolt away everytime she got to a bad spot but I couldn’t go any big distance because we were in a hug. Even with me squirming around slightly, she continued and still continued talking to our other friends as if nothing. She would go up to my shoulder blades, the back of the ribs, my sides, all while I tried to keep any noises from escaping which was easy for me because I don’t giggle much. I snort. So once the tiggles just started building up more and more, I couldn’t help it and let out small snorts here and there. I was so focused on the tword, I forgot my other friends could see all my movements. One friend, T, cut the conversation they were having together to mention wtf was happening for me. “Is Rainbow doing okay? Are they getting hurt?-“ T said, my other friend, Y, agreeing with her cause apparently they had been watching me having a spasm in K’s arms.

K giggled, still while continuing the tickles and said, “Yeah, I’m just tickling them.” T and Y “oh” from relief and chuckled at the misinterpretation. “Okay cause their face is red and everything.” T mentioned. I could see both just looking over at me. The worse part was K moving down the only covered I was using to hide my face which was her arm, exposing my pink face to them. I still tried to cover my face by following my face with her arm but it barely did anything, the wall had came down.

Then they all just went back to their conversation, leaving me to keep snorting at the hands of K. In no way did I mind it, tbh I was loving it and wasn’t exactly trying to get away, the whole time hugging my arms around K. And of course, what’s a tword situation without teases-

When the other were talking and K was listening to them, she would take the time so look down at me and said things like,

“Am I killing you? I think I’m killing you”

“You’re not even moving, do you want to be killed? You do, don’t youuu”

“You’re so ticklish, it’s so cute”

“It’s the tickle monsterrr! Tickle, tickleeee”

…

THIS IS A SWITCH/LEE’S DREAM OKAY-

Never thought I’d actually find a friend that would do this shit- let alone a friend who isn’t even part of the tword community, that I know of. Not to mention, all of this lasted for 15-20 minutes. I don’t know the exact time cause the whole time my face was in her chest or arm but I heard her say at one point that we had 15 minutes left or something. The only reason she had stopped was because it was time to go.

Now I would love to tell her that I actually do like the tickles, which I feel like she might already know- but saying it aloud to her feels like she might think I am weird soooo we’ll see. I am still happy and was happy when it was over cause tickles mixed with back massage is life’s beauty.

Thank you for listening to my Ted talk✨

[raviposting]

Decided to do a reading roundup, inspired by @batmanisagatewaydrug​ ‘s own one here! Posted uhhhh like two and a half weeks after January but hey, it’s my blog and my roundup. 

January Stats  Books Read: 30-31, depending on how I rank one book Average Rating: 3.49 Top Genre: Mystery  My storygraph if you wanna follow me and see my reviews (though I’ll link them for each book in the ratings) :) 

This month I read a ton of books but none of them really hit for me - not to say these books were bad (well. Some were LMAO), just probably not the proper time for me to read them lmao. All the books will be listed under the cut (some with comments) but here were the ones that really stood out! 

Standouts: 

As Good as Dead by Holly Jackson: 4.75/5 This was the end of the Good Girl’s Guide to Murder trilogy and GOD what a great series! I’m not going to sit here and pretend this is high art but there’s this special something in this series that makes me love it SO much. Is it Ravi Singh? It might be Ravi Singh. It’s probably Ravi Singh. 

The Wonder State by Sara Flannery Murphy: 4.5/5 I don’t wanna spoil this one because it’s an ARC but I was so pleasantly surrpised by this book. I just think it fucks.

The First to Die at the End by Adam Silvera: 4.5/5 The first book made me sob like a baby and this one did make me cry I admit it. :’) While the first book is probably always going to have the biggest place in my heart, this was a fantastic read, and I LOVE that he went back to show us the very first Death Day and how it impacted the first person who was ever called for it. I definitely have more questions on the actual process so if he wants to pull back even further to the creation of the concept I’d gladly take it lmaooo

The Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams: 4/5 So this is why I’m at 30-31 books - I read The Ultimate Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy that has all five books in the same book; since I finished the first book in January I’ll go add it here and it was just *chef’s kiss*. Zany, funny, I finally get that damn “the answer to life is 42″ joke. For some reason I’d die for Arthur Dent. Etcetera. 

All Other Books: 

Non-Fiction:  I didn’t have a number scale for two of them; I felt a little bit weird rating both of them, so I’ve just linked my reviews instead!

The Rose That Grew From Concrete by Tupac Shakur: Review

Spare by Prince Harry: 3.25/5 Sometimes he has points but good lord the privilege was ;aklfj;lafka;;flakj bro can we stop defending the monarchy lol

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou: 4/5 I don’t know why but I thouhgt these were fiction until I actually went to go check out the book lmaoo

Naturally Tan by Tan France: 3.75/5

If You Tell: a True Story of Murder, Family, Secrets, and the Unbreakable Bond of Sisterhood by Gregg Olsen: Review

Fiction: 

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett: 3.25/5 I know, I know, I’m sorry. Just wasn’t really for me. 

This Spell Can’t Last by Isabel Sterling: 3/5 It’s a short prequel book for a series I really had fun with called These Witches Won’t Burn! The prequel was fine. I wouldn’t suggest you pick it up without knowing the series but yeah

The Paris Apartment by Lucy Foley: 3/5 I’m kinda surprised I rated it that high in hindsight lmao

Gaslight by J.E. Rowney: 2.5/5

Paper Planes by Jennie Wood with Dozerdraws: 2.75/5 (the art was lovely though)

The Aosawa Murders by Riku Onda with Alison Watts (translator): 3.6-3.75/5

Burn the Negative by Josh Winning: 3.5/5

I Was Born for This by Alice Oseman: 3/5 (again, sorry lmao)

Not By Blood by Chris Narozny: 3/5 

Miss Muriel and Other Stories by Ann Petry: 3.5/5 I think I need to stop reading short stories because they’re always at around a 3 and it’s just not always a fair rating. Some stories I absolutely LOVE. Others? Ehhhh not so much. 

Why Are You Like This? by Meg Adams: 4/5 

It Starts With Us by Colleen Hoover: 3.75/5 tbh, I think the more I think about the book the lower I’m going to rate it, but for now I’ll keep this original rating

Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion: 3.75/5

The Magic Fish by Trung Le Nguyen: 4.75/5 Beautiful art as well <3

The Private Apartments by Idman Nur Omar: 3.5/5

I Know What You Did by Cayce Osborne: 2.75/5

Through the Woods by Emily Carroll: 3.75/5

Trouble in Mudbug by Jana DeLeon: 3/5

The Last Man by Vince Flynn: 2/5

All Your Perfects by Colleen Hoover: 3.5/5 This couple needed hardcore therapy and most importantly a divorce 

The Devil’s Music by Nathan Page: 3.75/5

Nightbitch by Rachel Yoder: 3/5

[maulsoleum]

bamboo, abelia, daffodil, & edelweiss! :3

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

surprisingly no! i usually would be the type of person to do that but, silly autism moment, i kinda just wear the same outfit everyday because it’s comforting for me sensory and texture wise. so. it’s the most comfortable thing for me besides pajamas so no need to change. the only thing i do is take off my piles of accessories i wear everyday bc they get kinda overstimulating by the end of the day LMAO.

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

this works with the last part! yes so many omg i wear the exact same jewelry every day and can’t live without it. BUT. if there’s one piece i really can not part with it’s probably my key necklace! i got it at a random punk rock flea market stall but i literally love it sm for no reason. the other jewelry i wear are satanic rings, a thick tight chain (very dog like), a thinner longer chain thats not even a necklace i safety pin it together, and a multitude of baphomet / pentagram necklaces!

rings and key!

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?

haha… nooo…. i am an only child i think it’s easy to smell it on me. i’ve got that fun aura of way too much independence and lack of social skulls 🫶

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

omg i explained this a bit before but i love my url so i’ll gladly explain more!! basically a very key part of why i am Dog is bc of dog motifs and poetry associated with it. and my mom who is very silly and i love dearly, has her own motif she accidentally created that’s stuck with me. she compared mental illness and being around it as sick dogs. sometimes you have a sick dog, you love the dog, you wanna be around the dog, but the dog keeps hurting you and biting you. you can’t be around the dog because it keeps hurting you even if you love the dog and the dog loves you back. the dog is just sick and can’t be around others. and it resonated with me so deeply because i have such a strong reactionary instinct and horrible anger issues due to neurodivergence and trauma. i love people and i wanna be around people but sometimes i’m just a sick dog and cling to a sense of isolation. also i just love the word maundering! it has two meanings, endlessly wandering around and rambling about unintelligible nonsense. and both fit me quite well tbh! so! sick-dog-maunders. i am just a sick dead dog rambling about nothing and wandering around the woods!

[hekateinhell]

“I can't believe my alternate Devil's Minion posting brought you into my inbox and not my 'Marius/Armand/Lestat + Lestat & Armand being brothers' smut posting” that’s because I MISSED IT. For some reason Tumblr has been doing me dirty lately and usually shows me either old posts or posts that I’ve already seen at the top of my feed and there’s so much incredible stuff I miss unless I take the time to check ppl’s blogs individually (which in your case I’ll gladly do ofc 🥰). ANYHOW. I’m caught up now, back to business. In my head Lestat and Armand are always competing for Marius’ attention/approval (the Succession anon was REALLY onto something here omg), and things tend to get frisky when Marius ultimately ends up favoring Lestat/lets him get away with shit he’d never let Armand get away with. A major Lestat fuck up that ends with Marius laughing it off and calling him a brat prince/damned creature is equivalent to 2 daily whipping sessions for 5 consecutive days for Armand. So the thought of Marius bending them both to his will while outrageously favoring Lestat and saving the worst for Armand while Lestat initially has the time of his life but then his competitive streak starts to kick in once he notices how much Armand’s genuine desperation to please Marius actually GETS to Marius and starts rewarding him… it does things to me, I won’t lie 🥹 “But it leads me back to my thought of Armand baby-trapping Lestat with one of his own nieces or nephews during the French Revolution.” WITH ONE OF HIS OWN WHAT??WHEN??? Imagine Armand holding two mini Lestat clones on both arms while all three of them look at him like 🥺🥺🥺 “provide? 👉👈” and Lestat now has a whole ass family to take care of. I NEED IT. Missed you too! xoxo DA

DA here again, brain won’t stop conjuring up images🫣 what if Marius started getting a little too rough with Armand (even for his standards, which as we know are pretty damn rough already) which made Lestat feel extremely protective of him but unsure about what to do next WHICH would of course be noticed by Marius so he’d end up getting some of Armand’s blows as punishment but he’d take them like a champ for his ahem, brother. And then Armand would lick his wounds clean while they both hold each other and cry 🫠

Work melted my brain and I forgot to check my ask box for a few days, but oh what a lovely Friday treat! 🤧♥️

Where do I even begin? 🥹

Tbh the most scandalous aspect of all of this is the visual of Armand looking all barefoot and pregnant, holding two blond babies while making his canonical Puss in Boots eyes at Lestat (like he isn't an entire deranged Satanic cult leader).

And you know what? You and I and everyone else knows it would work as long as Gabrielle wasn't around to shut that shit down. Shame, because Lestat deserved to be trapped with two kids and a husband that's incurably psychosexually obsessed with him by the ripe old age of twenty-two (this is my hill to die on today). Armand rocking those babies and going, "Would you really refuse me now after I have saved your own flesh and blood from the guillotines? 🥺"

Instead of being disgusted like Louis was, Lestat would be simultaneously terrified and enamored (it's his Armand default, he can't help it). The debate of whether Armand truly does have more morals than Lestat when it comes to turning children can be sorted out once and for all.

NOW LET'S TALK MARIUS.

Not to get too meta when we're talking smut lmao but I feel that in general, Marius is one of those people that the more he loves you, the more you suffer (Lestat is too, and also Armand pre-his 'healed at Trinity Gate' era).

So on the surface, it appears that Lestat is the favorite but in the end Armand gets more of Marius's attention and frustrations. Lestat's way too competitive to take that lying down (so to speak), and maybe it reminds him too much of his childhood and it's upsetting!

But you're right, Lestat is actually extremely gentle and tender when it comes to Armand! At least compared to how he treats Louis, David, etc. Remembering how he lets Armand cling to him in BC while he cries and then Lestat kisses him. 🥹 And Armand is also protective/possessive of him! Nobody gets to hurt Lestat (except Armand).

The only thing better than Lestat crying is both of them crying together and licking up each other's tears. 🥵 But it's a good crying, like 70% of their present-day issues stem from Marius directly or indirectly, so it's sort of poetic that him hurting both of them would give them something to bond over.

Maybe Daddy does know best sometimes. 🙏🏼

[darling-archeron]

Hi I’m back!!! 🧑🏻‍🎄Sorry it’s been so long, I had a hectic week! I hope your trip was good!! 💚❤️

I did finally figure out how I’m going to end the fic (Yay!) and now I’m chipping away at the extended outline! (Basically where I go back and take the original outline and write it out as a numbered list, so that each number is ~1k words give or take, depending on how well I can expand it🙃)

Also for characterization, do you like a more Mean™️ Rhys or a simp Rhys? Acomaf is kinda right in the middle so I’ve been planning a bit of both, but I can definitely lean into whichever you prefer!

For some ✨fun questions✨

1. What’s your favorite holiday?

2. What are your favorite scenes in each book?

3. Quick! It’s the zombie apocalypse! Which three acotar characters would you most want on your team, with the condition none have their magic?

4. What other books do you love besides acotar? 👀 (my tbr is already so long but I’ll gladly add more books every day)

5. And last, what is your favorite emoji? Most used? (My favorite is ✨, but my most used is 😂)

Have a great week! 😁

Hi again, Santa! My trip was a fantastic time, I saw and learned a lot! I think you sent this a few days ago, I'm sorry I'm just getting to it now!

I think a balance between mean rhys and simp rhys is essential, tbh. I love when he can be a bit mean to Feyre, but also she's his wife and he would do anything for her, you know?

Hmmm...my favorite holiday is probably Christmas. Winters are pretty miserable here, so Christmas adds some much-needed cheer in an otherwise dreary season! But Halloween is a verryyyyy close second.

Favorite scenes: ACOTAR, I think my favorite scene is the moment between Feyre and Rhys when she's cleaning the lentils from his fireplace. It's such a short moment, but Feyre is so fiery and we see glimpses of Rhys's true self.

ACOMAF - it's pretty hard to choose, so I'm picking a couple - I think the Inn scene is highly underrated, Feyre confronting Lucien in the mountains is top tier, and of course Starfall is just special.

ACOWAR - I'm a biggg sucker for the reunion scene

It's been a hot minute since I've read ACOFAS, and I wasn't a big fan f ACOSF - (aka I thought SJM did pretty much every character dirty) but I did love the Valkyries slumber parties.

Hmmmmm...Cassian for sure, considering everyone regards him as one of the best in physical combat. I'd also say Feyre, my girl knows how to live off the land if needed and she's very smart. My automatic reaction was also to say Rhys, but I might actually say Helion. He seems very athletic and also like the kind of person who's probably read up on this sort of thing.

I absolutely love the A Darker Shade of Magic series. It's such a unique concept and although it isn't everyone's cup of tea, I love the author's writing style as well. I also adore The Song of Achilles - I'm rereading it right now. I'm a huge Greek mythology nerd. Finally, the Roots of Chaos series by Samantha Shannon (currently a duology) is one of my favorite series of all time. Dragons, magic, incredibly rich worldbuilding that's believable? So good.

Favorite emoji? probably 🥹but I also love the sparkles! my most used is probably 😂 or 😅 (it can be used for so many situations)

It sounds like you have some amazing stuff planned! I'm so excited, it's always great to hear from you! Have a fantastic rest of your week.

[lanasblood]

my sunflower, i’m always so in love with your reblogs 😍😭 thank you so much for taking your time!!! forbidden love (in writing) is a total weakness for me too, so I totally get where you're coming from!! 🥵

and let's talk about that gif ahhhhhh I mean, who wouldn't want neteyam to look at them like that? it's like he could devour you whole,, please please please please please!! *manifesting*

your comments about my writing leave me wanting to cry, I can’t handle this 😭😭 and teach YOU?? I’ll gladly tell you everything I know but ma’am you’re the one who has to teach ME, your writing is magical!!!!!

he’s the future olo’eyktan & he’s probably a little worried about ruining his reputation by going against his elders & saying he wishes to mate with his baby bro’s intended. lmao, what an amazing situation we have here!!

an amazing situation indeed 😂 a scandal like no other for the omatikaya!!!!! tbh I only "used" that plot/conflict to excuse the smut 😗✌🏼but I’m glad that it turned out logical and I love how you feel for both sides, thanks baby 💓

thanks again for your amazing reblog, I'm so glad you enjoyed this fic and that the smut didn't disappoint!! I appreciate all the love and support you've given me, it means the world to me, you know that, fleurrieebabyy, ilysm <33

HOTTER THAN SIN | neteyam x reader

pairing: neteyam x f!reader

summary: at night, you find yourself seeking solace and comfort in the arms of your lover while conflicting emotions highlight your struggle between duty and true happiness.

word count: 3k

warnings: forbidden love trope, nsfw content - minors do not interact, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, biting, marking, some background info for the plot (to make it a bit logical), cheating with consent (?), you and neteyam acting like wild animals lol it's always h words hours with him, all characters are adults

na'vi words: yerik - hexapede (deer-like pandoran animal); yawne - beloved

* gif's mine (for the first time)

"You are promised to my baby bro." His words echoed in your mind, over and over again, as you absentmindedly ran a comb through your hair in your nightly routine. The night had already slipped away, the moons shining brightly in the sky, silently witnessing your inner turmoil as you, for the third time now, abandoned your attempt to braid your hair. A sense of unease settled in the air as you found yourself alone, lost in deep contemplation, unable to sleep peacefully.

"Your baby bro loves someone else, and so do I,"  you had told him, not to appease your own conscience or even his but as a matter of fact. It was true that you and Lo'ak had been forced to reach a silent agreement, but that didn't mean you were in agreement at all. It was largely driven by your parents and his; you had been betrothed to each other as young children, unaware of the true significance of it. As the years went by and this arrangement took up more presence in your lives, both you and Lo'ak realized that there was absolutely no chemistry between you. And so, you agreed that until your impending mating (and both of you were confident you would find a way to escape the situation by then), he could do as he pleased with whomever he wanted, and so could you. What Lo'ak didn't know was that your "whomever" happened to be his own brother, a secret you no longer wanted to keep hidden. 

You've had many conversations with Neteyam about it, repeatedly making it clear that you were not satisfied with the current situation, and that you no longer wanted a secret affair. You were tired of meeting him whenever it was convenient and not when you wanted, tired of hiding in the shadows when it could be so easy to change it all. All he had to do was face his elders and announce that he had chosen you as his mate by his side. Everyone would understand, you were sure of it. But Neteyam didn't want to hear any of it; he ignored your questions, changed the subject, and smooth-talked his way out of it every time. You were so fucking tired of it all. 

However, you were not tired of his lustrous glances during communal gatherings, his playful smiles whenever he saw you at training, his gentle touches on your lower back that lingered a bit too long whenever he passed by, his whispered compliments close to your ear when no one was looking, and his secret signs only you knew, like the subtle nod of his head signaling you to follow him to the forest, or the way he licked over his lower lip, barely noticeable to untrained eyes, but a clear sign for you that you wouldn't be spending the night alone.

"What the..." you furrowed your brows, setting the comb aside in your hand, as you saw a familiar silhouette standing at the entrance of your family's tent, a smug smile on his face. "Are you crazy?" you whisper-yelled at him, "My parents are sleeping!" You quickly glanced at the sealed section at the end of the tent, hoping that no one would come out and see you together with Neteyam in the middle of the night.

"I know," he shrugged nonchalantly, "But that has never stopped me from seeing my beautiful girl."

"Not your girl," you reminded him harshly, "Your own words. Besides, I'm still angry at you, so in case you don't have an answer to my questions, you can just go away the way you…" 

You gasped then, your eyes widening in alarm, like those of a yerik witnessing the sharp tip of an arrow hurtling towards it. Suddenly, you found yourself lying flat on your back, with Neteyam above you, having pinned you down. How on Pandora had he done that again? Just a few seconds ago, he was standing at the entrance of the tent, you had been distracted for a fraction of a second, and now... 

You decided not to dwell on his surprise maneuvers for long, as his soft lips had once again claimed yours, the same as the hundreds and thousands of times before, washing away any questions and worries with a single sweep. You gasped into the kiss, letting your slender hands roam over his strong arms, tracing along his well-defined back where your fingertips pressed into his delicate skin. Eywa, this man was perfect.

"That's why I'm here," he mumbled in between hot kisses, while your lips almost refused to part for even a second, "Cannot let my girl go to sleep angry, can I?"

You sighed into the next kiss, a longer, and more passionate one, but tried to keep a clear head as a single question dominated your thoughts: Just when would you officially become his?

"Do not ask questions whose answers you cannot handle," he whispered against your lips, brushing a tender kiss on the corner of your mouth, and buried his left hand in your flowing hair.

"You know I can handle it," you retorted, a slight pout on your lips. You no longer wondered how Neteyam always seemed to know what was going through your mind. Perhaps he just knew you inside and out. Or perhaps you were an open book, and everyone else could genuinely read from your face what you were feeling, what you were thinking. That was indeed the most plausible explanation that had come to your mind since the first night you has spent with Neteyam. Yes, that must be it, you must be easy to read. 

If only you knew that you were precisely the opposite. You had thrown Neteyam off balance so many times without even trying, without even realizing, solely through your actions, which stood in contradiction to your feelings that he could sense as clearly as a gentle touch because he did, in fact, know you inside and out. You were anything but easy to read. At least not always. And you were probably the most capable person he had encountered, with him always being in awe with the new surprises you had up your sleeve. 

Neteyam smiled a genuine smile, "Just trust me on this and leave the rest to me." 

His deep accented voice triggered so many emotions within you. Your hands slid lower, reaching the hem of his loincloth, attempting to untie the knot, but it proved to be more challenging than anticipated as Neteyam playfully nibbled on the delicate skin of your neck, occasionally running his tongue over it in a teasing manner. You shuddered so intensely under his touch that you believed you were on the verge of experiencing an orgasm solely from his caresses, the peak of pleasure within reach and tantalizingly close whenever he was near. It was crazy.

"Yes," you murmured as his hands tenderly glided along your sides, descending to your bare thighs, venturing further toward your heated core, which yearned so desperately for attention. But he took his time, still lavishing attention on your neck, sending shivers cascading down your spine. His tongue traced a path down to your chest. You yearned to feel more, so much more, and the absence of his touch in that specific place drove you wild. His hand traveled up again, skimming delicately over the insides of your thighs, teasingly brushing against your heated core, only to divert his focus to your taut stomach and breasts. Everywhere but there.

"Please." It almost sounded like whining, which caused the prince of the forest to chuckle softly once again. 

In the next instant, you already regretted your quiet plea, as the following sound you heard was the screech of fabric ripping apart.

You gasped heavily, staring at him with eyes filled with desire. "You... oh, you. Couldn't you have done that like a normal person?"

"I thought you didn't want to wait any longer," he smirked, exuding an irresistibly seductive charm. Gone were your loincloth and upper feathery piece that you had loved so dearly, having spent hours of weaving. He then adjusted himself slightly as you struggled to remove his loincloth. The clothes fell carelessly to the ground, as if they had never belonged to you both. Completely naked, as the Great Mother had created you, and yet like wild animals, you both pounced on each other.

Shamelessly, he now gazed at your body, completely exposed, as you lay before him, as you eagerly craved his touch. But this time, it was he who looked rather surprised, as you swiftly rose up, burying your hands in his nape and and drawing him back down to you. You pressed your throbbing core against him and your sweet lips against his, claiming him with fervor, completely consumed by desire. You kissed him this time with wild, unrestrained passion, and dug your nails into the firm flesh of his back. Neteyam broke away, gasping for a moment, before turning his attention to your breasts. He encircled your hardened peaks with his soft lips, sucking and teasing them, occasionally nipping and biting, which elicited another gasp from you. It aroused him immensely to hear those sweet sounds escaping your lips, knowing that only he could evoke such a response from you. His loins were on fire, his cock eager to feel the wet, tight embrace of your folds, but for now, his focus was solely on you, you and your quivering body under his hands and his mouth.

"Mhmm," you hummed, running your tongue over your lips and wrapping your legs tightly around his hips, grinding your arching core against the hardness of his arousal. You wanted to feel him. To feel him filling you completely, driving you to the edge of sanity, but he took his time, still caressing your tits, occasionally nibbling lightly on your hardened nipples, eliciting soft moans from you, before soothing them with his tongue. Meanwhile, his hands never ceased their massaging motions, sensually exploring every inch of your body. His mouth trailed lower, moving along your stomach, and his tongue traced circles around your belly button. His hands gently spread your legs apart, granting him more access and freedom to explore your trembling form.

Arching your head back, as much as you could in that position, you let out a soft moan as his hands glided briefly over your pulsating core. He lowered his head between your legs and tantalizingly licked over it, causing a slightly louder moan to escape your lips this time.

"Shh, yawne, not so loud," he warned you, and once again turned his attention and focus on your sensitive pearl, licking it once more before exhaling a gentle breath onto it, which sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

And there it was... his lips pressed against your highly sensitive spot. He kissed you there, suckling on your bud and then traced small circles over it with his warm, wet tongue, causing you to grip the mat under you tightly. Eywa, it felt so good. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you wanted more. So much more.

"You like that?" he whispered in a sultry tone, knowing damn well you did, his breath feeling so hot on your pulsating core caused another shiver to run through you. Unable to form any words, you simply nodded, your back arching as he expertly buried two fingers inside you, pleasuring you and making you see stars. Afraid of being too loud, you pressed your own hand against your mouth, while simultaneously pressing your hips against him. With your other hand, you caressed your breasts, eliciting a low growl from Neteyam. If only you knew the intensity of the fire you ignited within him as you touched and pleasured yourself before his eyes. 

Before you could lunge at his neck in frustration for withdrawing his fingers just as you were on the edge of orgasm, you could already feel the firm tip of him pressing against your slick entrance. Opening your eyes, you locked your gaze with his, a wave of longing twisting your features as his lustful gaze met you, making your pelvic muscles clench with burning desire, begging for his hard cock. 

Neteyam's smile grew even more seductive, his demeanor unapologetically indulgent as he plunged into you with one powerful thrust. You gasped for air, wanting to moan, and the handsome man knew it wouldn't be a quiet affair. So, he quickly pressed his lips against yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue, and muffling your cries as he initially took you in a slow rhythm.

You wrapped your legs around his hips once more and threw your head back as you felt Neteyam's lips on your neck, his hands on your breasts, and his throbbing hardness pulsing between your legs. Biting down on your tongue, you suppressed the urge to moan loudly, moving your hips to meet his thrusts and digging your fingers into his back, leaving faint red marks that would surely fade by tomorrow.. 

"Ahh, yes… you make me feel… so good… mmm… Neteyam..."  you whispered hoarsely in his ear, lightly biting into his earlobe, causing him to momentarily tense up. His weakness.

Neteyam didn't waste a moment. His hand swiftly descended between your bodies, finding your bud and expertly stimulating it with his fingers, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His thrusts intensified, becoming faster and more urgent, as he synchronized the movements of his hand with the rhythm of his hips. The combination of his skilled touch and the relentless pace of his thrusts pushed you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Your moans grew louder, the world around you spinning as the intensity of your orgasm built within you, ready to explode in a wave of pleasure, threatening to consume you and pull you into the abyss. You knew all too well that you couldn't remain silent for it became harder and harder to contain your moans any longer. The need to release them was as urgent as the pulsating sensation between your legs. You were going to scream, but you shouldn't. Not here, not now.

"Come for me, yawne," Neteyam moaned softly against your lips. His words sent a shiver of anticipation through your body. The pleasure intensified as he increased his relentless pace and his hand continued to simulate your clit. You should come for him. Only for him. Every stroke, every touch brought you closer to the edge.

"Oh, Eywa, you're so… mmm… you're so…" A chocked sob left your mouth right when your body trembled, and your muscles suddenly contracted as the orgasm hit you with such force that for a moment, you feared losing consciousness. You wanted to scream, but Neteyam's mouth on yours silenced any sound that would have been too loud and potentially awaken your parents... no, perhaps the entire village. You surrendered completely to the ecstasy, letting it consume you entirely as he continued to ride out your orgasm, maintaining his rhythm and intensity. You came undone in his arms, your release washing over you in powerful waves, a surrender to the passion that ignited between you. This was different, you knew it. Not even in the woods last week, or when he surprised you while bathing early yesterday morning, had you experienced anything like this.

You breathed heavily, keeping your eyes closed. Only dimly did you register Neteyam, heaving in sync with your own panting and heavy breathing, finding his release with your name on his lips and collapsing exhaustedly on top of your delicate body, burying you beneath him, as comfortable warmth filled you, painting your walls. Both of you were on fire, the heat between your bodies lingering, the aftershocks of the orgasm gradually subsiding, and your heart pounding in your chest, mind struggling to process what just happened between the two of you, you clung to him, to his sweaty, strong body.

You didn't want to talk, you never really did, after sex. That's why you were grateful to Neteyam for lying there in silence, giving you some time to gather your thoughts that had become jumbled in the heat of the moment.

Your worries were gone. No anger, no negativity, no elders, no Lo'ak, no duties, no secrets, just Neteyam, just him and you. 

Neteyam stood up, bracing himself with both hands on either side of your head, and silently observed you for a moment, a thumb coming forward to brush your silent tears away. Small beads of sweat glistened on his body, looking like stars in the pale moonlight, and his bioluminescent freckles glowed so beautifully, giving him an ethereal look as if he were blessed by Eywa herself (which he probably was), as if he were the only source of light in the darkness, as if he were the answer to all your questions, your anchor, your key.

Your breathing was still uneven, but you were gradually calming down. Your hair was tousled on the mat, and as Neteyam looked at you with a loving gaze, he tenderly traced his fingers along your cheek, to which you instinctively leaned in, seeking his touch.

"You are beautiful, yawne," he whispered and leaned in closer to you. He gave a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose, on the corner of your mouth, and sealed your lips with his one last time, savoring the taste of your sweetness that ignited a primal desire within him, but this time, he exerted self-control and held himself back. "I promise you, I will make you mine."

You murmured something weakly in response, closing your eyes as he placed his right hand around your body, keeping you impossibly closer to him. Although you knew, he'd be long gone in the morning, you snuggled against him, pretending as if he was yours and you were his, the both of you meant to be. And you smiled at that thought, his golden eyes were the last thing you saw before falling into a deep sleep, embarking on what would likely be the sweetest dream you had ever experienced in your life.

note: not trying to be pick-me here, I genuinely find the smut I write cringey, but let me know if you enjoyed it, loves 🥴💕

btw, I've never seen anyone gif this exact scene. how do you like neteyam staring right into your soul? (if anyone has a 4k version of that, please hit me up)

[writers-ex]

Hey hannie, been long since I’ve checked in with you dear how’ve you been?

Just read all the works I missed out on since I last was on tumblr, and I have to say you’re still reigning champ on here, your works hit the spot. Nice to see new anons on here as well, everyone be nice to hannie D:< or else I’ll come beat you up.. (everyone has been decently nice so far so thank you internet people) In naggy 🦦fashion, stay hydrated, get your sleep, do good by your own terms and stay safe. We appreciate your writing, and most importantly you!

The whole lil school of fishes u have in your header?? I have a whole tank of those babies (ranchu goldfish) might start another tbh.

-🦦

first of all i love those goldfish i did own some but i killed them all when i was younger bc i overfed them T^T and you're so cool for trying to start another whole tank lmk if you do bc thats so swag B)

i am sleepy and stressed with school bc starting in april our class of six will be taking over the dental clinic and we just started learning instruments so....imma cry for a minute and then get back to you TT, lmk if you ever want a work for yourself you and most of the anons here are super chill i'll gladly write a ff or drabble of anything your heart desires, if someone isn't nice to you i'll write them the most angry letter my smol hands can type and write >:L

thank you for checking in and being a ray of sunlight in my dark life, both you and everyone here supporting this circus clown of a writer that i am, you guys make me stay and i appreciate all the thoughts you send bc without you i wouldn't be able to write or create anything so thank you from the bottom of my heart <333

so 🦦 please get rest, hang in there boo, drink water, and eat at least two meals a day, and stay safe in this crazy world but most importantly continue to be happy and find one thing to smile about in a day no matter how small or big it might be