#Well that one isnt that far reached but look the next one

[badmemoryneko]

just me and my emotional support - extremely bisexual (very far-reached headcanon) - fictional character

[cloudcountry]

I need Jamil with a male crush who is kinda impossible to embarrass with teasing.

Like if Jamil teases him, he'll respond by:

A. Bluntly responding in a literal manner (ex: "Aw, it's almost as if you love me" "of course, to me you're the most sublime creature in Twisted Wonderland")

B. A witty/teasing reply

C. He'll go very pink but he won't hide it and has the biggest smile on his face

Basically, the reader makes no effort to hide how much he absolutely adores Jamil. How does Jamil go about flirting and asking him out properly?

SUMMARY: male!reader takes great pleasure in watching jamil squirm (lovingly <3)

COMMENTS: so many jamil requests woooow hes so popular!! isnt his birthday coming up. am i crazy.

Jamil doesn’t understand how one boy can send him into hysterics. Well, not exactly hysterics, as he seems put together to everyone else. Rest assured, on the inside, you have him confused and calculating his next move.

He doesn’t know what your next course of action will be or if you have an ulterior motive or not. You’re clearly not trying to reach Kalim, he notices how quickly you ditch Kalim for him every time you see him around.

He ignores how satisfied that makes him. He is not reveling in your attention even a little bit. Maybe it would be reassuring if you had some angle that you were working, but he’s sure you don’t because you’re just not that kind of guy. He’d be able to tell if you were someone like him.

He still remembers the first time you pulled something on him, smiling so kindly and giving him praise after he’d made a meal for Scarabia. You’d offered to help too, but he’d shut you down immediately out of instinct.

Throughout the night you kept finding ways to talk to him, playing various board games with him and cracking jokes to make him laugh. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, not for you, but then you said he looked so nice when he smiled.

It was unexpected. Such a simple compliment and such a lovestruck gaze were all it took to have him freezing in place, unsure of how to proceed. He finally manages to get out that your smile is lovely too (a compliment for a compliment.)

You don’t take the compliment and leave it alone, no. You start raving about how pretty his hair is, and how his eyes are the most gorgeous color, and how it’s lovely how he’s so competent and wow he’s so smart...

“Careful,” Jamil warns, “If you keep flattering people like that they’ll start to think you’re after something.”

“I’m only after one thing.” you lean closer, a stupid grin on your face and for a second Jamil takes you seriously, “Your heart.”

Ever since that day, it’s been like a competition between the two of you. Jamil makes a smug remark and you hit back twice as hard. Sometimes you’ll laugh to yourself and he can tell you’re flustered from your body language alone.

His flirting can come off as a bit awkward or even frustrated if you can read him well enough, but that’s only because he’s trying to get a leg up on you and you’re not giving him anything to stand on.

Like, come on. Do you have to be such a genuine, good-hearted guy that you just say what you mean? There’s no game for Jamil to even play?

Eventually it all comes to a head one day when Jamil pulls you aside, more exasperated than he’s ever been. He isn’t aiming to confess, but the way he talks about all of your interactions and how frustrated he is about not being able to pin down your character makes it obvious.

So obvious, of course, that you start smiling and giving him that lovestruck look again! He’ll get even more agitated, demanding that you spit out whatever you’re trying to do and just get this over with because he is at his wit’s end—

“I just love you.” you say. And that’s all you say.

Ultimately, I don’t think Jamil would confess first. I think he’d be way too far into his own head because of your way of approaching him to even think of it. Jamil is playing mind games and you’re just openly adoring him!

TAGLIST -> jamil's jewels . . . @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb

[shalomniscient]

oml YOURE SO QUICK W THESE REQ HOLY MOLY. can i jst say that the way u write is so edible i eat it up every time

but enough of how much i admire ur work and efficiency

and i’ve seen ur deren post and IT WAS SO GOOD BRO LIKE. it’s exactly how i would have imagined her during sex omg YOU WROTE HER SO WELL!

anyway i’ve been thinking of what it would be like with ex! deren who has a kid with you. like how would the parenting dynamics work

maybe make up sex in the end. but you both say it’s for the kid (it isn’t entirely true tho…)

AAAAAAAAAAA im so glad the deren piece felt in character !! the whole time i was writing her i was like fuck it we ball HSKDGHSJHDGSJ but im happy u enjoyed !!

back to you || deren x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

cw. fingering, creampie

notes. ik this isnt as like. angsty as u requested for anon 😔😔😔 i fear i was not possessed by the angst demon this time

You could see the end right from the start.

Like, come on. Dating a famous movie director, one with absolutely rabid fans while you were just a regular ol’ person? You knew at some point they’d get in between you and Deren. One of you would crack first under the pressure of being watched for what seemed to be every moment of your waking life, trailed by flashing cameras and nosy excuses for ‘journalists’.

In the end, it was you.

It’s a cold night when you tell Deren you can’t do it anymore. Between the insanity that was the hate mail you recieved for simply having the audacity to be Deren’s partner to the constant surveillance whenever you step out of your home—or hell, whenever you don’t even close the fucking curtains properly—you just can’t take it any longer. Deren was just quiet that night, as if she too, had seen this coming. All she did was hold you, and the next morning, it was over.

You do your best to vanish after that. Fly under the radar for a few months, up until the heat and the scandal of the legendary director’s separation dies down. Thankfully, it doesn’t take too long since Deren’s latest movie is released at this time too, and the public conversation shifts from ‘what happened to director Deren’s partner?’ to ‘is this new movie going to win the next DisCars?’

And you’re immensely grateful for it, since it’s at this same time that you also find out you’re pregnant.

The baby is, unostensibly, Deren’s. You haven’t had a partner since her—you haven’t dared, for fear someone might recognise you—so you’re very sure Deren’s the sire. Yet despite your confidencd, you don’t breathe a word of it to her. You block her on all social medias and even go as far as to changing your phone. Some may call you extreme, but just the thought of your child having to endure such public scrutiny from the moment of their birth and hell, even before, sickens and frightens you.

No, you’ll do this on your own.

So you do. You have your baby—a little boy, with the same eyes and hair as his sire—on your own in the hospital, and you raise him on your own in your little apartment in Eastside. You make just enough for the both of you to live comfortably, and while it’s not a glamorous life, one that Deren could’ve afforded you with her money and influence, it’s a quiet, peaceful one—and you much prefer it, even if it means there will forever be a small piece of you that feels incomplete without her.

Your son is five when Deren’s latest grotesque rom-com is released, and when she disappears from the public eye. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a nervous knot in your stomach from the weirdness of it all. You’d watched the movie, and while it was good there was something distinctly… not Deren about it. You think about reaching out, just to make sure if she alright, but you see your son playing with his toys on the living room carpet, blisfully unaware of the drama unfolding in the cinematic world, and you set the phone right back down.

(You try not to think of her every time you look into your son’s eyes.

Most of the time, you don’t succeed.)

For the next year or so, you live your life as normal. You wake up, make breakfast, wake your son up, eat breakfast, send him to school, then go to work. The cycle repeats over and over, and you’ve always liked rhythms. Life, on the other hand, has very different plans, and loves throwing wrenches into well-oiled machines. Or in your case, sending your ex right to your front door after you haven’t spoken a word to her in six years.

“Hey,” she says, and you almost close the door on her right then and there. “Can I come in?”

“What— what are you doing here, Deren? How did you even find me?” you splutter out in an agitated whisper, your eyes flicking behind her, anxiously hoping none of the neighbors saw her. Deren shrugs and gives you a lazy smile.

“I made some new friends, and let’s just say that they… have their ways,” she replies enigmatically, so inherently Deren in a way you’ve always missed deep down that your heart aches in your chest. You open your mouth to retort, when you hear one of the neighbor’s doors opening, and you quickly reach out to grab Deren’s wrist and pull her inside. She lets you tug at her without much complaint, and immediately starts looking around your apartment once she’s inside. “Nice place.”

“Thanks,” you answer stiffly, sighing as you lock the door. “But you didn’t answer the question.”

“I’m here to see you,” Deren shrugs, hands in her pockets. She looks away, as if still admiring your interior design choices, but you know her well enough to know she’s avoiding your eyes. “And our kid.”

You inhale sharply at that. “How did you…?”

“Like I said,” Deren hums with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “My new friends have their ways.”

You bite your lip as you think of what to do. Part of you wants to push her right back out the door, but the bigger part of you urged you to let her stay.

(Selfishly, you’ve missed her too. You haven’t let go of her wrist, and she hasn’t pulled away either.)

“He’s in the living room,” you say quietly, and when Deren turns back to look at you, there is a glimmer of something like hope and relief in her eyes. Her fingers gently reach out to brush your own, testing the waters, and you hear her exhale softly when you intertwine them. God, it’s fucking sickening how well she fits back into your hands, as if she never left.

You lead her to the living room, where your son sits on the floor, drawing into his sketchbook on the coffee table. When he looks up and sees Deren, her hand squeezes yours like she’s trying to ground herself in your presence.

“He looks like me,” she whispers out, and you nod. She lets go of your hand then slowly makes her way over to the little boy, crouching to get on his level. “Hey, kid. What’s your name?”

You watch as Deren interacts with your son, and pretend you don’t notice the way your heart races. He’s remarkably comfortable with Deren despite just meeting her, and it makes your chest ache. Within minutes she has him telling her about all his favourite things, especially his current obsession with dinosaurs that seemingly all six year old boys go through. You make drinks for them both—tea for Deren and juice for your son—and just let them talk, busying yourself in the kitchen.

About an hour later, Deren walks up to you from behind, the little boy held gently in her arms. He’s fast asleep, cheek resting on Deren’s shoulder and you reach out to brush some hair away from his face. “His bedroom is down the hall,” you say, and Deren nods, quietly padding to the boy’s room to put him to bed.

When she returns, she finds you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and looking away from her. The atmosphere is thick and heavy with things both of you want to say to each other, and Deren finds the courage to go first.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asks, her voice soft, but not accusatory. You think that Deren knows, deep down, exactly why, but she wants to hear it from you first.

"I didn't want that life for him," you answer, and Deren just nods. She's been a director long enough to see with her own eyes what fame in a family does to a child. To grow up with the eye of the world on you is a stifling, choking thing. Now, it was your turn to ask.

"Why are you here, Deren? Really?"

Deren takes a step towards you, and you can smell her cologne at this distance—as familiar as ever. "I... want to be here. With you. And our son."

"You can't be serious," the words slip from your lips before you can stop them. "What about your—"

"Fuck it," Deren says, and you don't think you've ever seen her this serious. It makes your breath hitch, and whatever else you were going to say lodge in your throat. "I mean it. I'm not going to be going back to film-making for a while, and I want to be a part of your life again. A part of his."

She takes another step closer, hesitantly, as if she's scared you might flee. But you don't, and now she's just centimeters away from you. Her large hand rises ever so slowly to caress your cheek as she leans her forehead against yours.

"Please," she whispers, lips brushing yours. "Give me a chance, [name]."

And despite it all, despite the six years of saying you'd never go back, you're the one to close that last remaining distance and kiss her. She tastes the same as you remember, and her other hand holds your waist to pull you impossibly closer. Your own arms loop around her neck, flinging that silly bucket hat off to tangle your fingers in her grey hair. Deren manages a small laugh against your lips before she breaks away, and stars trailing more kisses down your neck.

As much as you remember her, she remembers you. Her lips find every one of the sensitive spots on your neck—at your pulse point below your jaw, the front of your throat and the slope where your neck meets your shoulder, near your collarbones. You shudder against the countertop and bite your lip to stifle any sounds. You don't want to wake you son up, after all.

So instead, you gasp, "bedroom", and Deren instantly understands. Firm hands find your ass, squeezing appreciatively, before she lifts you up into her arms. The director had always been deceptively strong, and you wrap your legs around her defined waist. It's your turn now to pepper her neck with kisses, and Deren groans as she makes her way to your bedroom, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. Between your legs, you can feel her bulge pressing against your front and you shiver.

Deren manages to carry you all the way to your bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her before gently setting you down on the bed. The lights are off, but even in the dark you can still see the way Deren's eyes shine as they look at you—like she still loves you. Her fingers find the waistband of your pants, and she looks at you in question, a wordless can I? She smiles when you nod, and tugs your pants and panties down in one go, and exhales a pleased sigh when she notices the string of slick connecting your pretty pussy to the fabric.

"Always so pretty, baby," she murmurs, slotting herself between your legs and dragging a finger through your folds. You whimper at the sensation, hips twitching. Her hands move to caress your hips and waist, thumbs brushing over the soft flesh and the stretch marks there. "So fucking pretty."

"Deren," you gasp, feeling almost mindless with need. "Please."

"I know, baby, I know," she coos, leaning down to kiss you by bracing her weight on one elbow, while her other arm takes position between your thighs. "'m gonna take care of you now, m'kay?"

You dig your fingers into her back when she sinks one of hers into you, the sheer amount of slick you've produced making the slide easy. You tremble beneath her and Deren kisses you between your breathy moans, slowly starting to piston her finger in and out of your cunt while her thumb works your clit. You squirm and clench around her, and Deren, bless her or damn her, knows exactly what to do, slipping another finger into you all the way to the knuckle in one go.

She swallows the cry you let out, tongue tracing the seam of your lips. She fingerfucks you with frankly unfair skill, all the while pressing burning kisses to your lips, jaw and neck. Your peak creeps up on your embarrassingly fast, and with one last perfect curl of her fingers you cum all over her hand. Your fingers claw down Deren's back and she grunts at the sensation, slowing down her fingers until she finally draws them out of your fluttering cunt. Your slick makes her fingers shine in the low light, and Deren takes her time to admire the way it travels down her knuckles and onto her forearm.

She's so enraptured that she doesn't notice your hand sneaking down her body until it cups her bulge, and she jerks, looking down at you in surprise. "We don't have to—" she says, but you cut her off by running your hand up and down her clothed length, causing her to shut her eyes and grit her teeth.

"Shut up and fuck me," you say hoarsely, and looking at you now, hair splayed across the bed like a halo, your neck covered in hickeys, flushed from your neck to your face and with your legs wide open and your inner thighs glossy with cum, how could Deren ever deny you?

She's more frantic now, fucking you with her cock with more urgency than when she used her fingers. She groans with every thrust into your tight, perfect cunt—God, she's missed you so fucking much. She mutters into your ear with each drive of her hips, of how no one else ever came close to comparing to you, how no one else had a pussy just made for her like yours and it makes you clench even tighter around her. She gasps your name like a prayer as she feels her orgasm approach, and moves to pull out, but you keep your legs locked around her waist.

"On the pill," you gasp out, biting your lip. "Inside, please, need it inside—"

"Fuck, baby," Deren swears, burying her face in your neck, fucking into you even faster. "It's all yours, baby, 'm gonna give it all to you, yeah?"

You would have thought it funny, if you had any semblance of higher thought left—this was exactly how your son came about. But something about Deren always makes you lose your fucking mind, and you only nod frantically, begging for her.

With one final drive of her hips, Deren buries herself as deep as she can go and spills into you. The sensation of being filled and warmed from the inside shoves you over your own peak, and you sink your teeth into Deren's shoulder as you body locks up with pleasure. Her hips stutter as she cums, spilling rope after rope of thick release into your eager, welcoming cunt that's squeezing along her length like it's trying to milk her dry.

When she finally stops, she flops onto you, flushed and panting. You're no better beneath her, thighs still trembling, though the feel of being so full of her cock and her cum makes a heady rush of endorphins flood your brain.

"I missed you," Deren confesses against your skin after a while. She hasn't pulled out, and you haven't asked her to pull out. Her finger draws little circles around your waist.

"I know," you whisper in response, pressing a kiss against her hair. "I missed you too."

You don't share any more words after that. It's too early for those words, been too long since either of you spoke it to each other, but there's a flicker of hope in your chest that one day, you'll both make it back to that point—and hopefully, this time, you'll make it stay.

[stevie-petey]

I have a blurb idea!

A stug sleepover that wasn't set up by Dustin. Lets say Steve's parents are having a dinner party and instead of being degraded in front of his parents'friends he decides to leave and go to bugs house. He crawls up onto her roof and knocks on her window. She opens her curtains and when she sees Steve she just lights up! She scrambles to open the window and let him in. Steve's heart is so warmed because not only is bug elated to see him, but she's in her pajamas and Steve just thinks she looks perfect😭. Remember in the jealous Steve blurb how he said he wishes that one day he could come over and know he's going home, he's finally getting to feel it!!! Maybe bug even lets Steve lay in her bed BUT only for a little while soon he is demoted back to the bean bag. Still it was nice while it lasted.

steve vs windows ,,, he will never win. this isnt exaaaactly the prompt, but i kept the pjs and coming home <3

enjoy !

"im coming over."

"oh, alright." while you hadnt been upset by steves sudden insistence on coming over, the lack of warning had surprised you. normally he'll ask ahead of time, make a plan, but at almost ten at night he had called you saying he was coming over. "drive safe, please."

"always, angel."

that had been nearly fifteen minutes ago.

normally steve is at you house in under ten minutes, so his slight delay worries you. standing at your window, you wait anxiously for any sign of him. your view of where he normally parks is blocked by a house, so all you can do is stare out at the yard in front of you.

thats when you hear the thud, which is followed by a very pathetic "ow."

"hello?' you call out beneath you, squinting against the darkness of the night. you cant see anything, but you know you heard something.

"down here," someone says weakly, and you recognize the voice to be steves.

squinting even harder, you make out the faint outline of his body sprawled on the grass beneath your window. "oh my god." you start trying to climb out your window to go and help, but steve sees and stops you.

"dont come down," hes out of breath, pain still piercing his body.

"but-"

"im fine, just need to-" steve winces as he stands, his shoulder pops and his knees buckle. "god tonight sucks."

he stands before you now, a foot or so beneath you. for once, youre taller than steve, and you enjoy looking down at him. his eyes are almost black in the dim lighting, though the moon casts a soft glow on his tanned skin. summer has made him beautiful.

you reach your hand out and gently fix his hair. "what happened, honey?"

steves heart warms at the touch, he leans into it and closes his eyes. pain be damned, your fingers tug at his hair and steves heart skips a beat. "missed the jump."

"well, obviously."

"it hurt."

"you poor thing."

"can i come in now?"

you giggle and nod, stepping aside so that steve can climb the ledge and into your room. his arms strain, the outline of his biceps can be seen in the night. hes always been so delicate with how he climbs through the window, far from jonathans clunkiness that always alerted your mom of his arrival.

as you watch steve, you sit on your bed and make room for him to join. you havent forgotten about his unexpected call earlier. "is everything okay?"

"what do you mean?" steve takes his shoes off and places them against your wall. he undoes the first three buttons of his shirt, getting comfortable, before he slides into bed next to you with a tired sigh.

you wrap your arms around him, resting your head over his heart like you always do. "you never just randomly show up."

"i called."

"right before leaving."

"same thing."

"steve." you chastise him, place some annoyance in your voice. hes dodging.

steve sighs, knowing hes been caught. "my parents... theyre having some stupid dinner party tonight. needed to get away. they kept asking me about college and why i was still living at home. one women clutched her goddamn pearls."

"im sorry, honey." you hate that so much is expected of him, more than you know is fair. steve has his own job, he takes care of all the kids, he does the best he can with what hes given, and it infuriates you that his father refuses to see that.

"its whatever. figured id come here instead, see my girl."

my girl.

youre steves girl, and he came to you tonight.

"cute pajamas, by the way." steve adds absentmindedly. his fingers pluck at your spider-man shirt. its old and worn, the material thin now from years of use. "spidey looks good on you."

you blush at his words, innate reaction to being so loved by steve harrington, but you know hes also purposely changing he topic. he doesnt want to talk about what happened tonight. hes already opened up to you more than hes wanted to, so you go along with it.

"he does, doesnt he?" you hum, kissing steves ear. he hums at the sensation, arms tightening around you. hes relived youve seen through his ruse, though that doesnt stop you from reminding him of where he belongs. "welcome home, honey."

steves breath catches. his arms tighten even more. a wave of emotions wash over him. love, belonging, sanctity.

"you cant sleep in my bed, though." you break the silence, knowing steve has gotten lost in his thoughts. you want him to laugh, to see him smile. "the bean bag gets lonely at night."

it works. steve chuckles, kisses the tip of your nose. "well, we cant have that, now can we?"

[tadpolesonalgae]

Azriel x Cam-Girl!Reader: His Personal Assistant - Part 2[*]

A/N: This one’s pretty light for October, but I wanted to have a bit of fun :)

Warnings: masturbation, sex toys, exhibitionism (?)

Word Count: 3,378

-Part 1-

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Your lips part, back bowing off the bed as you tip over the edge.

The small red dot flashes, showing the camera’s still recording, and if you squint, you can see the comments rolling in. Complimenting your form, your body, your moans, everything. Occasionally a critique from a guy who probably hasn’t been within three metres of a woman, but… Well, they brought you to fame. Of course there’s going to be the occasional creep.

Your lipstick’s smudged a little from when you slapped your hand over your mouth, and you run your tongue over your teeth before sitting upright, facing the camera. “Well, that’s it for tonight guys,” you pant, your tits pressing together as you lean closer to the recorder.

“As always, exclusive content will be going up on my private channel, so if you want to see a little more of me…” You give a feline grin, as your spine arches, thighs parting a little wider to serve as a reminder of what sort of content they’ll be getting.

How much is it. why isnt it free

Exclusive contant????

Id fuc u so good bby

The usual assortment of comments roll in, and you scan for a final talking point.

You’re working a job?

Bingo.

You give a wide smile, settling back onto your knees so they have a full view of your pretty nipples and the mess decorating your thighs. “I am working a job, yes! Stuffy corporate business—lots of men who could use a little fun, if you know what I mean,” you purr, winking at the camera, shifting to be comfortable without compromising their view.

You should definitely fuck your boss

Lush shout me out!

Where u working at

The smile widens into a grin, “I should fuck my boss? I did ask you guys that, didn’t I?” You laugh, dipping your head before straightening again, feigning a little embarrassment. Human. Draw them in. “He’s a bit of a stick-in-the-mud. Could really use a night out with a woman—or two,” you grin, tongue flicking out to wet your lips.

“Would you guys watch that? If I get him to fuck me?” You ask, already knowing the answers. Sure enough, the enthusiastic encouragements come spilling up the screen in rapid succession to one another. You laugh again, looking away from the camera, “well, I’m not sure if I can promise that, buuuttt…” Eyes return to the camera, looking up through your lashes, lips lifting into a feline grin. “The office I’ve been given doesn’t have any security cameras in, so… I could accidentally slip over one day… You know, happens to the best of us, sometimes,” you say, shrugging nonchalantly. “Maybe I could record a short little video for you guys.”

More questions spill in, asking for details, but now you’ve whet their appetite, it’s time to pull away. “Well, that’s it for tonight, everyone. Tune in next week for the stream, and get on that private channel for some additional content,” you purr, reaching forward to turn off the recorder. “Maybe I’ll do some personalised videos to someone who tips well.”

And it’s off.

You flop back into your bed, the vibrator bouncing besides you, arousal already drying on the rubbery toy. Excitement sizzles in your belly—filming yourself at work.

It could go so wrong…

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You lean over his desk, the deep V in the neck of your navy dress showing off just a little too much cleavage as you set the mug of coffee down.

To your utter irritation, he hadn’t shown any appreciation for the last one. Made by a professional! Now, you’ve taken to stopping in at different cafes, just to see if one of them can get it right. So far: nothing. Every single one has been sub-par, and it’s getting on your nerves.

It’s been nearly a full week since your first day, and you’re still no closer to cracking him. He’s almost always submerged in some sort of Matter, dealing with organising files on his computer, or stamping out email after email. Really, you don’t understand how he doesn’t bore himself to tears every day.

The only highlight has been Gabrielle who seems to be the only spark of life to exist on this miserable floor.

You’ve been on the lower ones, too, and it really is just this floor that seems to be completely devoid of any kind of life. Nobody’s talking by the water cooler, no hushed gossiping girls by the photocopier, and not even a single person waiting in the waiting room. It’s ridiculous. The only way you’re saved from insanity is the brief interactions you have with Gabe, and those are still too infrequent for you to consider yourself safe from the madness.

You sigh internally, moving onto the next stack of papers he’d made that need photocopying, swinging your hips subtly as you depart from the office. Not even the slight prickle of hairs rising at the nape of your neck to signal a sneaky peep.

Stick-in-the-mud.

Putting your bad luck aside, you begin formulating a rough outline for when you’ll have the chance to record that sweet, little video you kind of promised. Well. Technically you didn’t promise, so it’s not owed or anything, but…

It’s exciting!

Rhys had specifically told you not to—so you have to. That’s just how these things work, and he’s a fool if he doesn’t understand that appeal.

Either way, you’re looking forward to it. Fuck him if he thinks he’s going to spoil your fun.

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You slide your phone back into your bag, hastily wiping down the chair and opening the windows. You don’t want the cleaners getting any ideas, nor do you feel it would really fair to subject them to that sort of mess.

A quick sanitisation and few short spritzes of perfume later, and the room seems pretty normal. The small remote is still on the desk, vibrator deep inside your warm, wet cunt. You should probably take it out, but… It’s fun, and you could use a little excitement. Especially working long, boring hours like you currently are.

The door to your office swings open, and you spin on your heel, taking a startled step back, nearly toppling onto the desk as you do so. Your widened eyes flit to the source of the noise, just as Azriel steps over the threshold. He halts, pausing as if he hadn’t been expecting you.

With a hand over your heart, you lean fully against the desk, legs still a little weak from the orgasm. “What are you doing in here?” You ask, too rushed and too breathless to be acceptable. You clear your throat, straightening your dress—hoping you don’t smell of sweat.

Sharp hazel eyes run over your form, and it’s the most he’s looked at you since you arrived here. You’re unaccustomed to being at the centre of his attention, and all of a sudden you find yourself flushing under his scrutinising gaze.

His brow narrows, closing the door behind him, holding up the papers in his hand. “I was going to put these on your desk,” he says, moving silently across the room, aiming for where you’re leaning. “For tomorrow,” he explains.

You stiffen, then dart away—he’ll be able to smell sex on you if he gets too close, so you shift to be the opposite side of the furniture. “I was wondering which demon was sneaking those in,” you joke, bringing your gaze to meet his. It’s so piercing and intent, it’s difficult to maintain. Suddenly struggling to function under his attention. “Looks like it was you,” you smile.

Azriel’s eyes stab into you, raking beneath your skin, and you fight the urge to fidget. Instead you straighten your back, spine curving enough to push your chest out—just a little.

Your attention flicks over his shoulder to the door, which you know you locked. “Say, how did you get in here? I know I locked it so I wouldn’t be disturbed,” you ask, peering at him from across the desk. You’re now leaning the majority of your weight on the spinning chair, legs trembling slightly.

He’s quiet for a moment, and you wonder for a dreadful second if he somehow knows. You dismiss the thought quickly. There’s no way he does. You sprayed that perfume, and it’s pretty strong. He can’t have figured it out, there’s not enough evidence to even suggest you’d been doing anything other than flicking through emails and moving files about to the correct Matter.

He pulls something from his pocket, holing it up the metal ring. “Skeleton key,” he answers, simply. You nearly blanch at the information—he could have walked in at any moment. A flicker of arousal licks between your thighs as you imagine him walking in on you like that. How would he react?

He’d probably be pissed off for potentially getting some files dirty. Typical stick-in-the-mud behaviour.

You shift on your feet uncomfortably, “so, you have access to any room in this building?”

“That is how a skeleton key works, yes.” You blink at his tone. Narrow your eyes. The dry tone…the slight tug on his lips, as if suppressing a… “Oh my god you made a— You have humour.”

You stare at him, slightly mortified the thought slipped out, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Simply raises a brow, “I’m loosely acquainted with the concept.” You stare longer, unsure how to react, lips nervously twitching up at the edges. You nod, slowly, blinking—dumbfounded.

His lips curve almost imperceptibly, and you stiffen, for once unsure what to do, how to react. He seems to have difficulty suppressing his smile as he takes in your reaction, “I had no idea humour would have such a profound effect on you.”

You snap back to reality, tightening your grip on the chair. “No, it’s not that,” you explain hurriedly. He raises a brow, lips still slightly quirked in a way that only magnifies his beauty. Classically complimenting his features.

He’s waiting for your explanation.

You flush, realising you don’t have one.

“I just…didn’t expect it, is all,” you try, concealing your wince. But the slight lift of his mouth doesn’t fade, and you realise you should be using the time to make a move on him. Drop a couple of hints. Maybe he’ll be different outside of working hours.

Azriel opens his mouth to respond, and you prepare yourself for whatever quip he’s going to surprise you with, but instead his eyes flick down to your desk. More specifically, the small remote that’s connected to the device inside of you.

Your heart actually stops in your chest for a moment, time slowing as his brow narrows, and—picks it up.

For the few seconds he examines it, you’re paralysed, holding your breath and praying for the love of god he doesn’t recognise it.

“What is this?” He asks, and you have to control the sigh of relief that wants to whoosh from your lungs. You’re saved. “I have no idea,” you lie, unable help the smile that’s graced your lips.

His brow narrows, eyes flicking to yours as he holds the remote in his large hand, making it look tiny. “It’s not yours?” He asks, and you mentally kick yourself for the mistake. You should have said it was some kind of charger!

But you’re stuck now, so you nod stiffly, feigning ignorance.

His brow narrows further, flipping the device over in his hand, making you tense. If he presses one of those buttons… You don’t allow yourself to consider that path. No way.

“Are they for the lights?” He asks, peering closer at the small buttons. Seven in total, all different types of vibration. Labelled with their number, nothing else. You shrug, stepping out from behind your chair, moving to walk over to him, “no idea. I’ll drop it off at reception or something and see if they—”

He presses the the third button.

You stumble but catch yourself, thankful for the whisper-quiet motor. He won’t be able to hear anything, thank god.

Teeth dig into your lip as you halt, fingers pressing onto the hard wood of the desk, a shaky breath exhaling from your lips. Your mind scrambles for an excuse to take it from him, but you come up empty. All you can think about is the high-speed buzzing, how good it feels against your sensitive walls.

“Azriel…” you manage, unsurely, becoming temporarily breathless when those hazel eyes slice into, carving your exterior clean off. “I’m not sure it’s wise to press those if we don’t know what they do,” you argue, fairly soundly considering the situation.

He weighs your point, peering at the remote again. “Maybe if it’s on a different setting we’ll see what it is,” he says instead, and you have no time to prepare as he presses the fourth button. Your thighs tremble, nails digging into your palm.

“I’m really not sure—”

Fifth button.

You stumble backward, knees hitting your chair as you collapse down. The fall pushing the toy deeper inside of you, brushing against that wonderfully delicious spot, switching to a patterned pulse. Your teeth dig into your lip as you shift in the seat, attempting to relieve the pressure, but it only leads to the toy pushing harder into that spot, abusing it continuously as you bite back any reactions that would be off.

His attention switches to you, and you nearly come apart right then and there.

“Are you okay?” He questions, concern shining in his sharp eyes. You manage a nod, fingers digging into the arms of your chair, attempting to sit upright. You need an excuse to leave, to go to the bathroom, or something. If you don’t soon, you’re going to fall apart right before his eyes, and there’ll be no way for you to conceal that.

“Absolutely luscious,” you reply out of habit, mind too preoccupied to sift through each word, switching onto autopilot. His brow quirks, and you could really moan at the sight. Thankfully, you don’t, clamping your teeth together as you dig crescent shapes into the heel of your palm.

“Luscious?” He repeats, the letters dragging appetising from his throat, coated in something dark and syrupy, something that would melt and splash over your skin. He sounds vaguely confused, but you have no time to unpack that.

“Delicious,” you correct, weakly, “I meant delicious.”

Upon seeing his confused look, your mind whirrs and spins for an explanation. A dizzy smile makes its way to your lips, hopefully just appearing a little drowsy from a long day of hard work. “I know it’s a weird phrase. My friend and I used to say it all the time because it made us laugh.” The smile becomes a little too sleepy looking, appearing closer to blissed out. “Guess it stuck.”

For a moment, you don’t think he’ll believe you. His gaze pierces into you, and you tighten around the vibrator, bringing the sensations…deeper.

“Full of kinks and quirks, aren’t you?” He drawls, attention returning to the device, looking ready to press another button. “Maybe you should stop messing around with that,” you suggest with forced lightness. “What if it’s messing with someone’s computer?” You argue, being dragged closer and closer to the edge with every second. “I can think of at least one Director who would be pissed if someone was messing around after-hours and accidentally deleted some files.”

He gives you an indecipherable look, then says, with a little too much pride, “every single file on my computer is backed up and stored elsewhere. If someone hasn’t taken precautions, that’s their own fault.” And presses the sixth button.

If you had been standing, you would have collapsed.

As it is, your spine arches ever so slightly, and you shift in the chair again, fingers digging into the arms. The pleasure hums between your legs, and for a second you’re worried he’ll be able to see arousal dripping to the floor.

“Either way,” he says, seemingly completely unaware of the hell and heaven he’s putting you through—for better or for worse. “It doesn’t seem to be doing anything.” And sets it down on your desk.

Without thought or explanation, you snatch it up, holding the power button for three second. Blissful reprieve soothes your nerves, even as a small part wishes for her release. At the odd look he’s giving you, eyes gleaming with something you can’t read, you manage to fumble out a vague explanation for your antsy behaviour, “I’m a bit anal about things like that.”

Not your best word choice, but it’ll have to suffice.

“About strange devices and stranger buttons?” He asks, and you could hiss at him. He so nearly— You don’t even bother expending energy on what would have happened if he hadn’t put it down. How you would have come apart right before his eyes. How furious Rhys would be, if it got back to him.

You’re not sure Azriel would be the type of man your usual persuasions would work on.

So you just nod, tiredly. “It’s like with plug sockets,” you manage, albeit a bit breathlessly. “I can’t stand when they’re on but not plugged in. Seems like a waste of some kind. Bothers me.”

Azriel simply hums, making your thighs squeeze together, shifting nervously as you try to relieve the intense buzzing feeling—the memory of those delicious, rapid-fire pulses.

Your breathing begins to even out, and you reach for your bag, hoping to get out of the room as soon as possible. Escape the situation. You must seem a little too out of it, though.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Azriel asks in that usual disinterested, monotone voice. Deep and rich. You manage to nod, “slightly unaccustomed to working a nine to five,” you explain, grabbing the device. “I’ll drop this off at reception on my way out,” you mutter, silently cursing your carelessness.

He shifts, and you realise he’s checking the time, brow raising. “A seven-thirty to half-ten, is more like it,” he corrects. You nearly groan as you realise how long you’ve been in this damn building for. In fact, you do groan, covering your face with your hands.

Heat shoots straight to your cunt when he laughs—actually laughs. Deep and delicious.

Bloody hell.

He’s so…different, outside work hours.

Maybe… No. No way. It wouldn’t work.

Unless…

“How was the coffee today?” You ask, sounding a bit too casual even to your own ears. His lips quirk and that’s it. You’re done for. He’s far too attractive to be working a job like this.

Well, you’re working a job like this, so you suppose it’s not too unbelievable.

Still.

“You can do better,” he replies, a faint smirk on his mouth. Damn him. You narrow your eyes, half teasing, half entirely serious. You take pleasure very seriously, even if it’s not sexual, and it seems his coffee may be the only thing that keeps him from throttling someone in this job.

“I don’t even know what I’m aiming for, Azriel,” you point out, a genuine smile curving your lips. “How do I know you’re not just sending me on a wild goose chase to create this perfect cup, huh?”

“I suppose you’ll just have to take my word for it and keep trying,” he replies easily, amusement gleaming in his hazel eyes.

“Or,” you say, and you can’t believe you’re actually trying this. “You could give me a taste of this heavenly coffee. Firstly, to prove that it actually exists,” —you glare at him— “and secondly, to see if it’s better than the ones I’ve made.” You offer him a challenging smile, “because I’m going to be furious if I have a sip and it’s not even half-decent.”

He regards you silently, features unreadable, but you don’t retract the offer. Stand with a straightened spine, staring him down.

“Okay, then.” He relents, and you blink. Wow. Great.

Where from here?

His lips curve into a quiet smile, “I’ll show you tomorrow. Be ready to leave at five past one.”

Huh.

That settles it, then.

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[suicide-with-dazai]

"Diluc fluff scenarios"

tw: none !

tags: diluc x reader , esablished relashionship , 100% fluff <3

contrary to popular belief , dilucs heart isnt all that cold . sure , he lives for battle and revenge and the succession of his own industry, however , only you are aware that diluc has a soft side , a warm side . a side that climbs into bed next to your sleeping frame; whispering sweet nothings into your ears as he strokes your hair .

he may seem like a dangerous man to some - but you know hes far from it !

"luc...im cold..." you shiver as you toss and turn in bed , the window is shut but the freezing air attacks mondstadt like a vicious hound , biting at your fingertips and turning your lips blue .

"come, sweet girl~" he whispers deeply and softly as he wraps his toned arms around your body , kissing your forehead and making your heart flutter .

"i think you look really cute in that one~" he sits back on the dressing room chair , arms crossed and eyeing your figure as you try on a dress he picked out for you . a satin one , wine red ruffles hugging your waist and long panels of soft fabric flowing all the way down to the floor . you look ... perfect , you can tell by the way your boyfriend adjusts himself on the chair , trying not to stare too long .

you had been walking for about half an hour , and the sun was setting , he told you that he was going to show you something beautiful . the two of you reached a peaceful looking spot , with a large tree and a pond , just on the outskirts of mondstadt .

"soo... whats the beautiful thing you were going to show me ?" you sit down by the water , confused .

diluc kneels infront of you and softly says , "look in the pond."

you oblige , expecting to see a pretty lotus or a koi , but you see nothing... apart from your reflection . the moonlit starry sky behind you illuminating the ripples as you look into your own eyes for a moment .

you almost shed a tear , as youve been feeling a little insecure lately and you throw your arms around your kneeling boyfriend , his arms already out .

"isnt she pretty~?"

you nod , sniffling and resting your head in the crook of his neck . archons , he always knows how to charm you and make you feel like a nervous teenager all over again .

diluc treats your hands like glass , like theyre made of silk and holds them like a precious artifact .

"my treasure~" he whispers while he strokes and kisses the back of your hand .

its after hours in the Angels Share , and youre sat across from diluc , who is only slightly tipsy yet completely lovestruck . he intertwines his fingers with yours and brushes his thumb over your hand .

"i.... think i have a crush on you ..." he jokingly says .

you notice him blush and squeeze your hand tighter while he giggles like a child .

sat alone at home , you decide take a nap . gods , since dilucs been away on a business trip the house just feel so ... empty . you start to settle down , having nobody to cuddle you from behind .

but suddenly , you hear something slip through the letterbox . with a sigh you walk over to retrieve it .

'To my love ,

From Diluc Ragnvindr'

the envelope reads .

you quickly rush back to bed to open it :

'My baby , you have no idea how much i miss you , how lost i am without you , and how cold these nights get without someone to hold .

I hope youre okay , and coping well . Ill be back in a week , i promise , and ill give you the biggest kiss and cuddle youve ever had . Im eager to return to you , however this business trip could be a life changer for us - just know that i really love you , and i miss you darling .

- Luc ♡'

your eyes prick as you fold the letter back up , holding it in your arms as you drift off to sleep.

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[lady-dragon-rider]

Who are you, really? PT.2

Aeron Bracken x Reader

Reader tells Aeron the truth (at least what they know regarding what happened before they woke up)

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Aeron has a small, young-adult life crisis.

Contains: Aeron having a life crisis, more Tyrell!Reader dramatics, uwu spoopy witch things, canon divergence, Angsstt/Comfort (finally)

Feautring: Brackwood shenanigans, mild Davos x Reader (he has a soft spot), supernatural superstitious spoopies

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The next morning, after you had given your ultimatum to the Bracken heir. You found yourself on the back of a horse again (Though you technically had no memory of the first time, but still). Aeron was seated behind you, the only thing he had insisted upon. His arms were wrapped tight around you as the horse wandered the road in a slow trot.

"I still cant believe you talked me into this..." he mumbled, his stern face gazing off into the distance in search of dangers. "You know what happened last time"

"Well i have no memory of it therefore it didnt happen" you quip sticking your nose up at his attitude. "Your being a worrywort Aeron. I was going to have to this eventually as were you needing to get over it."

Aerons mouth fall agape and you tone. This was not how high-born ladies usually acted. And despite how long you had been awake, Aeron still hadnt gotten use to the change.

"Woman you are giving me a bad case of whiplash... i still dont get how youve changed so much... you are yet to explain yourself to me." He snaps, tone increasing in annoyance.

"Stop here. We are far enough."

Obediently, He stops the horse and ties it up to a low hanging branch. You get off and find a nice spot to sit. As you sit to motion for Aeron to do the same. "It will be better for you to sit. It may take a while."

--

As you had suspected, the more you tried to explain it in a way he would understand, the more bewildered he looked.

"Wait. So your telling me there is another existence, or 'world' as you called it. 'You' are from there. 'You' died being run over by a carriage, at the same time my version of you - the girl i grew up with and was to marry - fell off the horse at died?" He repeated. "But that doesnt explain why you inhabit her body and why she isnt here. Does that mean she if where you once were?"

"No. Unfortunately not"

"But you dont know that!" He shouted. Moving to his knees to grab at your shoulders roughly.

"But i do. I felt that body die. I felt my heart stop." You state coldy. It stops Aeron's incoming tirade in it tracks. He breathes heavily as you continue, a cool wisp in your voice. "You said that she was in a fevered state for days right? That was 'her', desperately trying to recover. But for some reason the soul - her soul - wasnt strong enough. So, my theory is, when i died where i was from, her body reached out and clung to my soul as it left my old body to 'fill the gap' and make this body strong enough to recover... but in the process some of 'her' memories were lost."

The young mans hands on your shoulders seem to tighten as his breathing becomes laboured. Unshed tears begin to form in his eyes.

"Im so sorry. I didnt mean for this to happen... i had no idea it was even possible."

"Youre wrong"

"What?"

"This cant be happening... youve gone mad, the hysteria has finally gotten to you and you gone mad as a way to punish me for letting you fall. Its the Seven's punishment meant to torment me as you were in those days of fevered rest..." He pushes you away as he gets up. Pacing and biting his nails while mumbling.

"Oh for the love of-" you get up after him and whirl him round to face you. Slapping him so hard across the face that it echos in the small secluded clearing. "GET A HOLD OF YOUSELF AERON BRACKEN" you shout. "The gods care very little over the folly of man if they exist at all. No one is trying to torment you with divine punishment i promise, as of right now i need you to pull your head from your arse and put that brain of yours to use." You rant giving him a firm shake as you firmly grip his shoulders. "Can you do that for me"

"Y-yes i can..." he mutters feebly, still in a daze.

"Yes what?!"

"Yes M'lady!"

"Good!"

You then pull him in a fierce hug. One that seems to take his breath away. A beat of silence passes as he returns your gesture; arms shaking as if youll disappear again if he lets go. You pull away just enough to see his face, and the handprint on his cheek which burns an angry red. You kiss it tenderly, making the rest of the young heirs face match its colour. "I apologise for hitting you my dear, but i need that beautiful mind of yours working on a way to save your family from burning rather than spiralling out of control."

The Bracken heir smiles as his arms maneuver themselves into a different position.

"Thats alright... though, is it bad to say that i kinda liked that? I think i may be getting used to this new personality of yours..." he smirks

"Aeron!" You gasp, smacking his chest playfully, happy the tense mood had been diffused. "Be serious right now! We need to figure this out! If i am to wed you and give you all the heirs you desire i need to know your house will live long enough to become my house!" You argue, tone lightly scolding but still light. A light tinge colours Aeron's ears at the mention of heirs but it is brushed off as his tone becomes more serious.

"What would you have me do? My father is the current lord. A lot of people respect his judgment, i barely have enough sway to make any input in our own house meetings. You were there. You saw what it is i face in that room" He sighs as his head bumps into your shoulder in defeat. "Unless of course you expect me to duel him for the seat of lord. Which if i may remind you, i am very much mediocre at."

"And you know of no one in the family that thinks like you do, like us? I remember making some very valid points that last time. I think i even saw some of them consider it." You mention thinking back to the meeting you had interrupted.

"Well dear that still doesnt change the fact that im still only the current lords heir." Aeron counters

"Well..." you mumble trailing off "Does a duel have to be with swords?"

"(Name)..."

"What?"

"(Name)... you are actually asking me to fight my father? Right?"

Aeron is met with your silence.

"....Right?"

"Do you proposed an alternative?" You ask

"You wished for me to be serious and yet you suggest such a thing to me?! I need you to be serious right now (Name)! Yes a duel for lordship is typically done with swords, something i again say i am very mediocre at!"

"Firstly, you initially suggested it-"

"In jest my love!"

"Let me finish" you scold before continuing "Second, you are a knight are you not. People arent typically knighted if they're only 'mediocre' at swordplay. Ive seen you, you are good. You are also brave and compassionate. Something your father lacks. I need you to be brave and fight your father. Of course, the choice is ultimately up to you... i never want you to feel pressured... but i cant think of anything else that may secure our future together... i dont want everything i love to burn..." you gingerly take his hands and bring them to your lips. "Think on it at least a little though. Its not an entirely bad idea."

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The sun has started to set by the time you arrive back at stone hedge. The ride back itself had finally brought about a feeling of normalcy, after not feeling at home in your own skin - your own mind - it felt good for your betrothed to now know your truth. But as the gates begin to close so too does the sweet moment you had been having, as one of Aerons cousin comes rusing up looking distressed.

"Aeron! Where in the seven hells have you been?! You were gone for nearly the whole day! The boys and i were looking everywhere for you!" He wheezes, face beet red and sweaty.

"Erik? Whats wrong? I had just gone for a ride with (Name). I was sure to tell the guards at the gate to let people know i was gone if anyone went looking for me" he murmurs in confusion. He slides off the horse and makes his way over to Erik.

"Yeah, which wouldve been fine... had we not received a raven from the princess Rhaenyra... asking to reaffirm our loyal to her. A meeting is currently being held to determine our response... there is talk about ignoring the letter and awaiting further news from kings landing..." he mutters.

You feel the world around you collapsing. You hadnt realised you were approaching the point of no return. The thoughts swirling in your mind begin to make you feel sick. You can hear the bracken pair exchange some more hushed whispers, growing more frantic as the moments whirl passed but you cant seem to hild enough focus to hear them as your own panic sets in.

Im too late. I thought i would have more time!

"(Name)? Are you ok? You look pale. Come, lets get you inside and have the maids make a warm bath for you. Erik knows better than to speak of such distressing matters to a Lady." Aeron says, lightly slapping his boy cousin for running his mouth.

"Yes... apologies Lady (Name)." He responds bowing apologetically.

"Aeron..." you whisper, tears brimming in your eyes. "I cant... im sorry... i thought I could-" you whimper as hot tears you can no longer hold back begin to break free.

"My love what are you saying? Whats wr-"

"Forgive me."

As Aeron begins to move back to you and the horse you wrench at the reigns and turn the horse around, kicking it into gear.

"Keep those gates open!" You shout, hurtling towards the gates without a second thought. Panicked and startled the guards freeze; haulting the gates movement and diving out of the way of the raging horse. Flung from his daze in a similar manner, Aeron rushes to the nearest horse and races after you.

"For the love of the gods, (Name)!"

Wind rushes past your ears and the cold starts to bite at your exposed cheeks. The sun feels like its setting faster now. Further driving your fear and desperation to spur your stolen steed foward.

"I thought we had made an agreement! Talk to me please!" The Bracken heir howls, trying to keep pace. But the headstart you had didnt seem to be closing, and his pleas were merely being lost to the wind. As the scenery races by him his begin to panic. You are deathly close to Blackwood territory. You, being a Tyrell and having no ties to the Bracken household - at least not yet - would be able to cross. Him? His crossing would be a declaration. It would not doubt start a fight.

One he scarcely had time for.

He jerks his horse into a stop mere meters away from where the boundary stones were. He can only stare in sorrow and grief as he lets you slip through the open field unchallenged. You continue riding hard, only looking back when you dont hear the hoofbeats of your pursuer. You slow to a stop and stare back at him your eyes mirroring his in pain and sadness. You hold the moment a breath longer before charging off again into the darkness and dangers of the Blackwood lands.

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You had no clue where exactly Raventree Hall was. A rough idea sure, but being with the Bracken Household you werent exactly allowed to exlore the rivals home turf. After getting off the grassy fields you decided the best way to get to the Blackwood house would be by road. You were no longer being chased, so you had room enough to move at a slightly slower pace.

But you didnt want to dawdle.

A while later a large structure begins to form of the horizon; Raventree Hall. You had made it. Your navigational victory is short lived as an arrow lands a few paces in front of your horse, causing it to slightly rear up in fight.

"Hold there stranger or the next one goes between your eyes!" You feminine voice bellows.

Crap. Black Aly.

"Im not a Bracken!" You shout back, sliding semi gracefully of the horse and putting your hands up. "Im Lady (Name) Tyrell! Im unarmed and seeking sanctuary!"

"And why would we let a wench betrothed to one of those filthy snot nosed Brackens into our home!" A new voice shouts, masculine this time. You can just make out the silhouette of dark haired man, similar in age as you and Aeron.

Must be Davos...

"Since this 'wench' wishes to kneel to the rightful heir to the iron throne queen Rhaenyra Targaryen! Along with potentially stopping a war between dragons." You say slowly inching forward and into better light. Silence follows and as you try to stand with as much authority as one in your position possibly can, you begin to get nervous. The gates swing open and the voices from before; Davos and Aly step out. They are flanked by some of their men, bows and swords at the ready.

"You give such a welcome to all those who seek sanctuary withinn your walls? Im touched to be so kindly considered" you smirk, trying to hide under a false bravado.

"For a delicate Lady of flowers and gardens you sure act like you dont have an arrow at your throat" Aly sneers, arrow nocked and ready.

"Flowers are pretty and delicate yes, but they often have thrones and can be used for poison." You shoot back, eyes meeting dark pools of brown.

"A question for you my lady, how do you intend to stop this 'war of dragons' by using that sharp tongue to weave sweet honeyed words to stop people from fighting?" Davos teases, seemingly impressed at your gall, but unconvinced of your methods.

"Easy. I need to speak to that big dead tree of yours." You haughtily claim.

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"I cant believe you actually let her in Davos." Aly grunts the group having now moved into the main courtyard area where the ancient weirdwood tree sat. "A pretty girl bats her eyelashes at you, makes a demand from her pretty face and you, in a typical manly fashion bend her whim a reid in the wind"

"So you admit that she is pretty" Davos teases, earning a hard elbow to the ribs which has him keeling over for breath.

"Besides the point!" She hisses "we know nothing about her. For all we know this could be some ploy by the brackens, a test of her loyalty or something to their family in order to hurt ours."

"What could one girl do to a tree that has been dead for almost a thousand years dear aunt?" He reasons

"I dont know? Setting it on fire?" She murmurs

"A doubt she could do that much damage by her lonesome. And if she did, there is no bracken here to save her, she would be dead before she even lit a torch"

"So you say..." Aly grumbles arms crossed.

"Can you two pipe down? This is hard enough as it is with so many eyes watching me." You chastise.

That... paired with the fact that i have NEVER done this before!

You close your eyes again and focus. You think how best to approach this. Taking a steadying breath you place your hands on the tree and whisper. "Helaena?... Helaena can you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Aaahh!" You shriek, tumbling to the ground as you trip over a nearby root. "Holy hells girl give a lady some warning before you jump out like that!" Startled you turn and find her standing in the courtyard with you. Only it is just the two of you. Confusion must have been etched on your face because before you can ask Helaena speaks.

"They are still here, just in a different space. Like a reflection."

"So you mean the pair of us are in the network then? And it only looks like this because this is wear the tree is?" Helaena hums at your question, like your explanation is somehow childish compared to her understanding.

"I need to speak to you, im sure you know about what. Aegon will become king soon, and with it, the downfall of the Targaryens will surely follow."

She nods

"There has to be a way to stop it. Tell there is a way. Tell me what you need me to do." You plead, stepping closer to her and gently grasping her hands. "You must know, Your sister doesnt want to be apart of the thing that tears this family apart. Your grandfather has been pulling strings from the very first moment. I wish to help you protect your children and your family." You peer into her eyes and you see a flicker of sadness pass over them. She seems hesitant to speak. The grief of a loss that hasnt happened yet - a choice she know has no right answer - haunts her.

"Is Luke dead yet?" You ask sternly.

Helaena shakes her head.

"Then there is still time. There will always be time to steer the world on a gentler path for those who know which way the river bends."

At the reassurance in you voice, a small smile forms on her face.

---

It is disorientating when you next open your eyes again, as you are face to face the carving on the weirdwood tree. You turn and collect your bearings, this time minding the nearby root you had previously 'fallen' over.

"Finally" Aly sighs "i felt my legs going numb from standing"

"You didnt need to be here." You growl "im pretty sure 3 bowmen, and two swordsman are enough guards... unless you think id be able to outmanoeuvred them in this intricate gown... or that they are inept"

Davos snorts but is silenced by Aly. She straightens and glares you down, the cool tones of her eyes now heated with barely concealed rage. "You better watch that thorned tongue of yours flower-girl, lest someone cut you down a size." She swaggers off and you are left with the remaining Blackwood entourage.

"Ignore her, she is just cranky that she missed dinner." Davos jests "ill escort you to the chambers youll be using during your stay with us M'lady. It may not be as nice as the ones from your own in Highgarden, but i hope it suits a flower as beautiful as you" he winks.

You roll your eyes, but wait for him to lead the way. "I believe i may grow tired of you and your family's flower puns if you keep this up." You say, wincing when you realise your error. Davos laughs loudly.

"And here i thought we were getting along" he wipes a forming tear from his laughter as he winds his way through the corridors. "Here we are. I hope you have pleasant dreams."

You walk into the room, fall into the bed and groan into the pillows.

"Lets just hope this works"

[sukuberry]

CRY .

contains: religious tasks (prayer) dealer!sukuna, black uni student reader, college AU

xo’s note ୨୧: this one is a bit self indulgent 😓 its okay though, let me know what yall wanna see next !! not proof read (based off of the song cry by cigs after sex <\3)

part 1 > part 2

you wake up on your twin xl eight feet in the sky. rubbing your eyes while yawning, you sit up and begin to pray, preparing yourself for the day “.. and God bless mom and dad, Amen” you said through your hoarse morning voice. you pick up your phone checking instagram, tapping through a bunch of stories until you reach your best friends “shxkos: party at my house!!! dm for the address, see yall at 9pm” on campus living was shitty, but you made it work. you look around your room you climb down from your bed noticing your roommate is already gone. you head to the bathroom to freshen up and walk out over to your vanity to do your makeup. it's summer break and your parents are all the way in Jamaica visiting family so you have no reason to go home. as you’re finishing applying blush you get a message. you look down at your phone picking it up with a giddy smile.

bae ❣️

hey pretty, good morning

good morning kuna you sleep well?

yea ma, wyd later? shoko is having a party and i wanna take you

oh i was planning on going so that's good! i wanna go to the mall so i can pick out an outfit 😚

yk i gotchu, i'll be there in 5, alright

kay, see you soon pa 🫶🏽

bae loved “see you soon pa 🫶🏽”

you threw on a quick outfit, jhené aiko blasting through your pill speaker. you haven't seen sukuna in a whole week and that separation anxiety started to get to you. you grabbed your purse and headed down the stairs to meet sukuna at the door. rolling down the window of his car you see sukuna flashing that charming toothy grin, he hops out of the car, reaching towards his arms encircling your waist. “hey ma, i missed you” you smiled “i missed you too kunaa, cmon lets go” he held the door for you, then shutting it once you got in.

brent faiyaz pouring through the speakers. his hand rested on your thigh softly caressing it. you hated the smell of weed and his car always reeked of it but you had the antidote. you whip out your perfume from your bag and spray it everywhere in the front and back seats “really ma..? ‘got me smelling like this bath and body works shit” he plugged his nose “boy please, your car reeks, i'm helping you” you giggle slightly at his expression, you love this man with all your heart, you don't even notice when you begin staring at him with lovesick eyes. he does though. “aye, babe?? you good ma?” his hand went back to resting on your thigh “oh, yeah just lost in thought” you looked out the window “well we’re here now, hop out and lets go find some things''

you get out of the car and walk toward the entrance, it's a monday so the mall isnt as crowded as usual, still pretty full though. you feel sukuna’s hand wrap around your waist, guiding you around the mall. after what felt like hours of searching you came out with a cute little dress sukuna dropped you off at this apartment to get changed. “i got some drops to do then i'll be back to get you, its only 8:30 so i'll be back soon” he held the door open letting you step inside.

part 2 >

AYEEE IM LIKING THIS ONE SO FAR, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING SOMETHING DIFFERENT SO TELL ME WHAT YALL THINK credits due to @/enchantlings for the dividers

wc: 651 , striving for 1.5k next time 😭

©sukuberry 2024. all rights reserved. dont copy, translate, or steal my work.

[pandorasfavorite]

Keep teasing

AN: THIS IS SMUT👀👀👀. Do people care if I wrote longer fics? Am I overthinking? Also hey guys.

“Do you like when I show you off? Does that turn my girl on?” he whispers to you only a few feet away from the rest of The Judgment Day. You feel goosebumps rise on your skin and you straighten up for a second not excepting him to whisper in your ear from beside you. Dominik’s hand lingers close and your shoulders are almost touching, he’s always close but out of reach. BUT he is in reach, you push him away jokingly not far, not even hard enough for him to move his feet “No” you answer.

Dominik smirks all he wants to do is tease you all day, just to get you worked up. He leans over again, “The way you were rubbing you’re thighs together says another thing”he laughs a little. Your cheeks go aflame or maybe it just feels like that but Dominik knows. He knows each and every inch of you. His teasing isnt rare but usually he doesn’t keep it up for too long, but today he’s using everything to his advantage. You glance at Dominik from the corner of your eyes intrigued by his actions, your eyes fall short and him arms and the glimpse of his chest. Even the slightest bit of skin showing on him is just as sexy as without any showing at all. “See something you like baby?” He questions and you know the answer.

“Yea, you” he smiles nodding and he turns his head to seem like he’s paying attention. Your eyes fall onto him again, Dominik can feel your eyes on him. Dominik whispers to you once more, “I know how bad you want me”. Without time to let you think he walks out of the room announcing that he will back. You collect yourself realizing you are standing alone in the middle of a room. You stand closer to the rest of the group waiting for Dominik while talking to Rhea.

"Well, I think that would be a good idea too. Plus your Women Champion Rhea", you reassure her in these rare moments of self-doubt. You continue talking to the rest of the Judgment Day not paying attention to anything around you; you've let your guard down. No one pays much attention to the door opening; this group is transparent. Dominik walks inside quietly slipping behind you, without you noticing. His hands find your hips and he holds them from behind firmly. You gasp in surprise feeling someone pushing against you but the smell of Dom's cologne and the familiar feeling of his hands brings you back to your senses.

His grip is so strong that you wouldn't be able to move even if you tried. He pushed up against you, his bulge right against your ass. Dominik pulls you up against him by the hips and he puts his chin on your shoulder. Your voice flatters and the conversation you were in is completely lost in your brain, "What were you saying? You were just talking" Dominik says swaying your bodies side to side. You can't concentrate on anything but Dominik and what's up against you "Uhhh, I'm sorry guys I forgot" You kindly apologize.

Finn thinks that's hilarious, "Oh yea you 'forgot'" he says in air quotes. You puff up in defense looking at him with a playful scowl, "I really did Balor". Damian thinks the small feud is even more amusing, "Oo Balor your in big trouble buddy", you point your finger at Damian as a silly warning. Rhea chastes at the boys for teasing you and while they are distracted with their own conversation, Dominik begins to kiss your neck. Behind your ear, along your jaw, the side of your neck where it feels best. You crane your next to the side giving him more room, you put a hand in his hair urging him to go on.

But its always something, Rhea interrupted and told you and Dominik to get a room. You roll your eyes knowing that you would never do nothing extremely gross in front of then, “Give us 5 minutes” you request with a smile and Rhea waves you off and just says to catch up later. As the door clicks closed and the rest of the group leaves Dominik moves swiftly. He gets so close, close enough for you to see all the details on his face.

His lips are close to yours: only a centimeter apart. You can feel him exhale against your lips, drawing you in. Your eyes flutter close on instinct and you think for a moment that Dominik was going to meet you in the middle. Time ticks by like it’s going in slow motion, after what feels like hours you open your eyes to see Dominik backed up partially and smiling teasingly. You can’t control yourself, you feel the twinge of anger hit you because Dominik has been at this all day.

Dominiks teasing face flatters just a little when he sees that you are about to get worked up. Dominik reaches to hold you by the arms in a almost hug, but you pull away pushing his hands away. “Mhm no you don’t get to touch me anymore” you say taking a mad but playful approach. Dominiks heart skips a beat at the possibility that his girlfriend truly mad but your hand running down his arm shows that your less than mad. Dominiks eyes follow the movement of your hand and he feels himself get excited for a split second, but Dom knows what he was trying to do today. Now your turning this around on him.

“I think it’s the other way around mami” he mutters pushing you back against a wall with his fingertips. You feel the words clog up in your throat and you don’t know how to express what you are feeling. What you do know is that Dominiks knee pressed against you feels euphoric. Dominik holds the side of your face while dragging his thumb down your lips, his other hand supporting your hips. You hold back from letting out a slight moan when he moves his knee enough to hit your clit.

Dominik caves and his plan failed but his baby looks so good. “Jump”, his hands grasp the back of your thighs and you try and rock against him to feel anything. Dominik smacks your ass still holding you up, he rubs the area with only the pad of his thumb not wanting to drop you. He coo’s at you still rubbing the area, “Be a good girl for me and you’ll get to cum”. The throbbing ache between your legs is only getting more urgent, and this view of Dom’s body is even better. You nod into Dominiks neck holding still just a moment longer.

Dominik pulls down his pants and sits down on the edge of bed with you in his lap. He then takes off his shirt and does the same with your clothes, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples as soon as he could. He kisses your boob muttering praises, “So fucking beautiful baby. All mine”, you nod agreeing; words failing you. Dominik moves his hands to rest in the arch of your back gliding down it, his mouth stays connected to you drawing pornographic moans from your lips.

His hands guides you to rut against him, your pussy bumping against his hard cock. You moan out loudly finally feeling his dick hit your sensitive clit that was begging for attention. You try and speed up as much as possible but Dominik tells you no and moves your hips to a slower pace. You groan, Dominik stops his movements and picks you up again walking around and laying you in the middle of the bed.

You attempt to run your hands down Dominiks chest or even his arms to persuade him to touch you. Before your even able he grabs your wrist and holds them together with his hand above your head. “Dom please” you trail out your back arches in need and Dominik refuses. “Not this time Mami. Lay back” his voice is stern but always still loving. You relax your body and Dominik let’s go of your hands trusting you enough to keep them to yourself.

Dominik is between your legs and his cock is rubbing between your folds and you restrain yourself from thrusting upwards. “Fuck, your soaked” he circles his cock on your clit his tip coated in your juices. He taps your clit a few times listening to your rythmic moan. No one can make you feel this good but him. “This okay baby?” He looks up you sigh out a yes in pleasure , “Please”. He kisses your lips before sinking into you bottoming out, “So fucking good. Making me feel so good”.

You grip the sheets beside you moaning each time he hits deep inside of you. “Faster please. I need to cum” your back arches up a little and Dominik has to push your hips down. He starts to feel you clench around him making him breathily moan in ecstasy. His thumb meets your clit and he thrusts into you faster rubbing you. “I’m going to cum! Don’t stop!” Your hands grasp ahold of his arms now for support. “Gonna cum for me baby? Gonna be a good girl”, his thrusts start to stutter when his dick twitches inside of you.

You nod “ Mhm” before arching even more but getting restricted by Dominik. He keeps moving holding your legs down and drilling into you, his hips jolting while he cum. His head loolls back as he curses in his after glow.

Dominik moves to hover in front of your face cheesing, he kissing your nose then mouth before removing his body. He leaves to come back with a rag to temporarily clean you up. He wipes you down and does the same to himself. Being as supportive as he is he also gets you fresh clothes and puts the others in the hamper. He peels the blanket from under you and replaced it before finally crawling into bed and laying in bed beside you with the light off. Feeling full.

[celestialbeing2]

i wish i could turn back time.

a finnick odair x gn!reader story

summary - once finnick tells you the reasoning behind his behavior the previous night, you learn the truth about the capitol. (continuation of "personal space")

warnings - not proofread, speaks about finnick's prostitution

you sat in front of the fireplace, watching closely as the flames swayed and emanated from the umber wood. it was the next day. it had only been several hours since you had gotten into an argument with finnick.

anywhere you went, he followed. he seemed like he had something on his mind to express aloud with his mouth opening, closing, and opening once again.

you didn't want to hear his apologies. you had far too much on your mind. anyways, a simple apology for yelling won't explain why finnick even came home so late. that was the explanation you wanted to hear.

you had another warm mug of peppermint tea in your hands. once again, the tea barely warmed you up. you were jealous of the orange flames before you, wishing to emit the same amount of heat it does.

your daydreaming and wishing was cut short with the sound of light steps behind you. you head drooped down, along with your shoulders. finnick was clearly trying to be sneaky, but he was failing to meet his goal horribly.

" (y/n)? i know you don't want to talk to me. but can you at least listen to what i have to say? please? i need to speak with you." he said to you with a soft tone. you were tempted to jump right into his arms and forgive him right away. honestly, you did miss him dearly. but you had to stay on task and not give into him.

you didn't respond. you kept your head low, your body almost forming into a tight ball of protection. awkward silence echoed through the walls of the large room. finnick took the responsibility of filling it in right away.

he plopped down on the ground next to you before saying "first of all, i wanted to say sorry for raising my voice at you last night. you were just concerned for me and i totally disregarded your love for me. i understand if you're mad at me. i promised i've cooled off. second of all, and you may want to actually pay attention to this part, but i wanted to explain why i came home at the time i did last night."

your head popped up once he finished speaking. this is what you were waiting for. finnick took your sudden interest in the conversation as a way to keep it flowing, so he spoke again.

"uhm, i wasn't planning on telling you this for a very long time. everytime i go to these capitol parties, it isnt just to put my charming smile on and drink. sometimes... well ... most times president snow forces me to sell myself to the women that attend those parties." he says.

you nearly jump off from the floor. tears were forming at your lash line. you couldn't believe what finnick was telling you. snow would sell him? to do what? work? finnick answered all of your questions before you even asked them.

"what?" you mumble, trying to blink the tears away. finnick places a comforting hand on your lower back and continues. "trust me, if i had a choice i would much rather spend all my time with you. when i first won my games when i was 14. snow thought i was desirable. one thing led to another and my family was being threatened." he tells you, not being able to keep his tears away himself.

"finnick, i'm so sorry this has happened to y-" you begin before being cut off "let me finish. please." finnick voiced. "the reason why i keep coming back late is because snow has me attend to multiple clients back to back, and it just becomes so tiring after a while. that's why i come home so snappy. that's why i told you not to touch..." he explains before pausing.

you looked over to him to see what caused the disruption. you were greeted with finnick's flushed cheeks damped by his flow of tears. the tip of his nose was slightly red too. his hand dropped from your back to wipe away his tears.

you grabbed his arm as it was reaching his face and pulled him in for a hug. his grip tightened around you as more tears came out of him and onto your top. "don't apologize for something like that. it's out of your control, okay? i just wish i could turn back time to save you from snow." you told him while placing your chin on his shoulder.

"thank you.." he said softly, you almost didn't catch it. silence filled the room again, this time more comforting than awkward.

curse the capitol.

[darlinguistics]

'its just IMPOSSIBLE to not be addicted to your phone nowadays its UNREALISTIC-'

heres some advice to being less chronically online. for gen z (and younger??) who dont even know how to start thinking about it and have only heard shitty advice from older adults who just genuinely do not get it, from a fellow gen z and my experiences so far.

*these are personal and may not all 100% resonate but its still good prompting to start thinking about things! PLEASE feel free to add your own stories/advice in the notes! support your fellow humans, dont gatekeep what youve learned, lets have these conversations! and no negativity/pessimism please <3

first thing is to make it a less scary thought, a more concrete idea and not a hypothetical. it doesnt have to be all-or-nothing, cold turkey, a huge announcement and a fundamental shift in your personality. the internet will be in your life for the rest of your life, this is an ongoing relationship you are trying to make healthier thats all! and it takes one step at a time and some self-compassion, but a true effort nonetheless. 'dont you think thats a bit too serious-' if youre my age you quite literally grew up and developed online, it is literally part of your psyche the way your childhood is, it IS serious, you deserve to treat it seriously.

dont save your login info/dont stay logged in for social media accounts, having to manually log in when you want to go on like youre on some elementary school chrome book is a really healthy and clear boundary to have between being logged off and logged on.

-> bigger challenge - uninstall it on your phone in general, only log on on your laptop/pc if applicable for you!

if youre motivated to, try to work on your posture too. i only say that because most of our bad posture is at least partially related to being on our phones a lot, and when i started wanting to fix my posture, completely separately and unrelated from trying to break my phone addiction, it made it easier to lose interest in my phone since i didnt want to ruin my progress with my posture. it made me start to have a mindset like 'well if you cant do this on your phone with good posture then dont do it' and 'if youre on your phone so long your posture starts to cave in, youve probably spent too long on your phone anyway'

listen to music more. its easier for me to kinda write off my phone and do other things if i just open music or a podcast or long youtube video on it. i know we all love long video essays, but i recommend music more specifically for me at least because im less inclined to pause music or scroll while listening to it for some reason? whereas using a show or video or podcast for white noise, im way more likely to also be scrolling on my phone and that is my activity lol. music for some reason i dont want to interrupt and instead of being on my phone i can clean or do something productive on my computer etc

this one is sooo hard but try to fall asleep with some distance between you and your phone, even just a couple feet. mine stays on the desk next to my bed which isnt that far but its better than on bed like it used to be. when you wake up you probably wont feel like reaching for it right away if its far and even better if you have to get up for it because then at least you stand and move your body first thing instead of looking at your phone first thing. and try to get more and more of your morning routine done before touching your phone over time.

-> for me, i started by just trying to at least wake up a bit in bed before touching it, then stand up before touching it, then stand and stretch, then going to the bathroom first, making coffee first, feeding the cat first, etc. its surprisingly helpful to have a specific chore/task in mind that is The requirement so that everytime you do it you get a lil dopamine rush for unlocking your phone from yourself lmao. when the weather was nice i used to make my Requirement being outside first before going on it and i LOVED that. esp as it got easier and i started doing more and more before going on it and finally walking outside with coffee and my phone felt like such a pleasant little reward.

find a hobby that uses your hands. example: i really need to get back into knitting because when i did it regularly so much time that wouldve been on my phone was spent knitting with music/podcasts/shows/(even online lectures! when i felt productive lol) playing. its the same amount of physical relaxing - barely moving lol - but uses a longer attention span and a much better dopamine hit than scrolling, i literally MADE things.

-> you might be thinking, 'but mindless knitting isnt better than mindless scrolling is it?' but that mindless feeling on your phone is just that, mindless. the mindless feeling you get when doing something like knitting is actually closer to a flow state, which is actually incredibly good for you, like a fulfilling nutritious meal as opposed to 'empty calories' or whatever

get a widget for your homescreen that shows your screen time. i have one and of course it doesnt always stop me but seeing that time go up all day the more i use it and the pride of keeping it low is really helpful

practice grounding. in general.

spend more time on anonymous activities and have more privacy and less attachment with your 'persona' - what i mean by that is, i consider things like scrolling through tumblr (for me personally!) to be relatively harmless because i dont try to like,, brand myself here. if youre a tumblr regular you know the jokes - 0 follows, 0 notes, screaming to the void, moots you dont talk to, blorbo pfp and urls, fake names everywhere, and we're having fun! basically targeting the 'everyone is famous now' thing with this one - embrace being a nobody with no personal stakes here

-> personally ive never kept up with having social media accounts that are actually just, me irl - like a facebook or main instagram, like a locals account yknow? but i think it goes for that too - stop spending so much time trying to further personalize your online presence in the hopes of it representing you perfectly - because it never will, and it shouldnt, and you shouldnt aspire for that. your social media presence is lighthearted and incredibly surface-level, treat it like that! thats not me bashing social media either, having that mindset will make it more enjoyable bc youll be using it as it should be used!

do following/followers or camera roll/files or app purges. this is also a soft launch type of way to practice easing into a better mindset. aside from just literally getting rid of junk, the process of trying to judge whether or not you need something is good practice in mindfulness! even if you dont delete everything you feel like you maybe should, thats fine, youll do other purges in the future too. eventually youll get better at parting with things and realizing when things that feel good in a moment are actually bad for you. and it forces you to regularly check in on your more long-lasting parasocial relationships online and how theyre serving you or not

speaking of parasocial - for actual friends, if theyre irl, think about how much you interact with them online vs in person and why you think that is and how it affects you. maybe youll wanna see them more irl if possible (i promise its better for your friendship), maybe youll realize you dont need to keep tabs on them anymore (old high school acquaintances lookin at you). for celebrities and fandom things - try to think about the bare minimum content from them you could do with. you dont have to unstan all your faves and stop enjoying things - but do you need their notifications on? do you need to have a stan account? do you need them on all the platforms? do you need to have all that saved content of them? are there aspects of this that you love that could be found elsewhere?

if youre of the genre of online where you just cant help yourself from getting involved in big discussions or discourse and arguments - i recommend journaling when you get upset by something online, articulating your feelings without the idea of someone ever reading it and without the goal of 'winning' or being the most correct and logical or even the most sympathetic and morally good. take away every audience aspect of it. what is this really about for you, and why would strangers online deserve to hear your personal well-thought out opinions? why would your thoughts deserve to be simplified and misconstrued and underappreciated the way they would be in this discussion? is there even an outcome to this where you feel truly satisfied? are their people who are more worthy of hearing your thoughts who arent part of this audience? is this a conversation that is best held online where so much communicative nuance is inevitably sacrificed?

in the end these are all just practices in remembering how in control you are. and that goes for if any of these are scary or too difficult sounding too! these all become less scary if you remember that as soon as anything becomes too uncomfortable or painful, you have all the power to stop doing it, make a change, and try again later. so much of advice for quitting bad habits can be intimidating because the pressure and the shame that would come from failing scares you out of the possible benefits of trying - just go ahead and kill that shame from the jump. of course youre going to fail! you are going to have setbacks! thats part of it! you have agency in this, always. the internet is not inherently or completely evil nor good. build trust in yourself to make the calls on when it is serving you and when it isnt on a case-by-case basis, and then give yourself permission to learn through trial and error.

and remember you are worth all of this effort. i believe in us <3

[starkeyslover]

Them watching you get ready for bed and you only wearing panties and a tank top

Game: The walking dead the final season

Fem! Reader

Characters: Clementine, Marlon, Mitch, Violet, and Louis

Warnings: Get's a little sexual but it doesn't go far. I didn't know how to write the title cause it could be many things like watching reader get ready for bed but I found it doesn't work well idk if that's just me tho💀

Clementine

When AJ used to sleep in the same room as you and Clem you would always and I mean always wear stuff to cover yourself up. Like pj pants and one of Clems hoodies. But when AJ moved into Tenns room you wore less. Like wearing short shorts and one of Clems shirt or just wearing your panties and the shirt you wore that day. At first Clem didn't think much of it, thinking you were just getting more comfortable since there isnt a little kid around anymore but soon she started taking a liking to it. Not in a sexual way; she liked that you were comfortable enough around her to be dressed like that.

One summer night it was hot. An unbearable type of hot that you want to rip your skin off because it was that hot. Because it is the end if the world you had no working air conditioning so the next best thing is to get rid as much layers as possible. Which is your white panties and a grey tank top. Clem was laying in bed as she waited for you to come to bed with her. You walked over to bed and you heard her whistle at you as she looked you up and down.

" Oh shut it." You blushed as you climbed in bed with her. Getting underneath the sheets you snuggle up to her. Her arm is around your shoulders and your head is on her chest while your arm rested on her stomach. She planted a kiss on the top of your head.

" You look beautiful."

Marlon

My guy go crazy seeing you just in your panties and a tank top. He watches as you get ready for bed. He smirks to himself as you unbuckle your belt and let it drop to the floor and pulling off your jeans. You take your shirt off over your head and let it fall to the floor. Your back is turned to him. He sees scars littered your back as you reach your hand behind your back to unclasped your bra but he gets up and comes up behind you and moves your hands for him to do it. He lowers his mouth to your neck and kisses your shoulder and going up to your jaw. Your bra falls to the floor and his hands instantly go to cup your breasts in his hands. A soft gasp leaves your mouth before you giggle.

" What do you think your doing?" You said quietly as you turn around to look at him. He looks down to you before flashing a smile.

" Just helping you out." He responded like he just wasn't groping you a second ago. You roll your eyes and give him a quick peck on the lips before turning around to go pick up one if his tank tops off the floor. A simple white one but you like it mainly because its Marlons and that it is loose on you. You bend down by your waist to pick it up before standing up and slipping it on. You hear a groan behind you and you turn around to face Marlon who is blushing hard.

" What?"

" Don't act innocence, Y/N."

Mitch

He won't say it out loud but he thinks you are the sexiest women on the earth. It fascinates him how easily you can get him all riled up even if you don't try. This night was no different.

You and Mitch were snuggling and talking about anything and everything. It was late and you didnt want to wear tight ass jeans and 3 layers of clothing to bed. Especially if you are sharing it with someone else. Without saying word you got up and sat at the edge off the bed to kick off your boots and take your jeans off. A sigh of relief leaves your lips and you start to take off your jacket before you got stopped.

" Come here, I'll help you." You heard Mitch say. You turn around and see him sitting up and he motioned you to sit on his lap. Without a second thought you sat down facing him with your legs by his sides. He grabs your jacket and pushes it off your shoulders and tosses it to the side he then unzips your hoodie and also tosses it to the side. Next was your t-shirt to come off he grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it off of you and guess what? Also tosses it to the side. Leaving you in your bra. A blush forms on your face as he obviously stares at your boobs.

" Are you also going to take my bra off?" You asked. He looks up to you and you can see a faint blush form on his cheeks. He doesn't say anything other then putting his hands behind you and uncliping your bra and slipping it off you. A smile forms on his lips at the sight of your bare boobs. He's quick to bring his mouth to your boobs and play with them. A moan left your mouth as you bring your hands up to his hair.

" Mitch! It's late I want to go to bed!" He heard you whine as you pulled him off. He would look up to you with puppy eyes only for you to roll your eyes and you reached over to the nightstand you grab one of Mitch's tank tops and put it on.

" Y/N!"

" That is for another night, baby."

Violet

She secretly watches you get change. She pretends she us sleeping but really her eyes are open just a little bit to watch you get change.

She watches you take your boots off. You taking off your gun belt and it falling to the floor and then you unblocked your belt that held up your jeans to also take it off leaving you in your white and red heart underwear that had a little red bow on the front. Feeling herself blush really hard as she watched you unbutton your red flannel and for it to slide off of your shoulder onto the ground. She shifted in bed as you started to take off your matching red bra and for it to be tossed onto the chair leaving you just in your panties. You go over to your shared closet and you take out one if Vi's black tank tops. It hugs your body and you go over to your bed and you snuggle up to your girlfriend.

"I know you were watching, Vi."

Louis

Louis is already in bed with his arms behind he head as he waits for you. He's already ready for bed wearing is plaid pj pants that are black and a dark green and not wearing a shirt. He says wearing pants is enough. He has a small smile formed on his lips as his lidded eyes watches you get changes. You taking your Jean's off and t-shirt as well as your bra. He can feel himself blush just a bit when you took your bra off. He looks down to your panties that are black with a little bit of lace at the top of it. You walked over to your guesses closet and grab one of Louis's tank tops. Slipping it on the arm holes are big to the point there is side boob to be seen.

" Wearing my clothes again?" He asked. You smile at him and crawl onto your shared bed and sit on his lower waist.

" I like them" You answered simply before leaning down and giving him a kiss. Your hands going to his chest. His hands go up your thighs and grip them as you kiss. Pulling back you roll over to the side and lay down, pulling the covers over the two of you.

" Really, Y/n? Again?" He chuckled as he pulled you in close to him

" To keep you on your toes, Lou."

[amaramizuki666]

Shared sensation part.6

Danny walked through the main doors of his haunt. His beloved nestled soundly aginst his chest, sleeping peacefully. Danny didnt care that this man was a clone of the soulmate who rejected him. Danny has nothing aginst clones. And elle will be ecstatic to know her new dad is like her.

On a more personal note, danny dosent hold any grudge aginst his darlings original. Sure his previous soulmate may have rejected him but they where kids. And after haveing a few years to think about it, it made since to danny why his previous soulmate would brake their bonds.

Danny isnt stupid he remembers the pain. The pain that his soulmate endured nightly. Danny figured that his soulmate cut the bond to protect him. So sure he dosnt hold any grudges aginst the guy, but he does wish the guy would have talked to danny before destroying the thing danny cherished most. So no, no grudges, hes just a bit bitter.

"Danny your back after than I thought" sam says as she walks up next to him peering over his shoulder to see the boy sleeping s look soundly in his arms. "Damn hes cute, better not fuck this up dumbass" sam states and danny nodded at her words. "I wont be. He is mine and I will keep him by my side" danny says passively as he continues down the windy halls of his haunt.

"And what if he wants to be in the liveing realm? The GIW are still a threat you know" sam says her voice like static as she topic turns to the GIW. "Then we will live in the human world until he is ready to live here, and with the GIW I think I could use a side project. I've let them live far too long" danny says his voice like ice, his haunt bending to his emotions starts to frost over.

"Well ok then be careful, ttyl I got to go meet up with tuck for a gaming sesh" sam says and leaves. She knows when to not push things. She was bad at that before. Always wanting to know, always pushing boundaries. But over time danny relized she was just testing him, to see if he will leave her too. Which fuck that she is one of his fright.

Danny is taken from his inner monologue as he reached the doors to his room. They opend on his command and gently closed themselves behind him.

His room was decently sized. The walls where a dark purple that mixed into the starry sky of his selling. He had a balcony, a vanity, a dresser, a rug with star shapes on it that looked like he bought it from target.

Danny walked over to his large king sized bed and layed his beloved down gently. Danny examined him. Danny looked at the boys shut eyes and peaceful expression. The halfa moved a strand of his loves long raven hair from his face smiling softly.

Danny's eyes trailed down to the bloodied one peice tight black body suit his darling was wearing. Then his eyes traveled down to the silver bracelet clampt tightly to his beloved's wrist.

Danny scowled and reached over grabbing onto the bracelet. He let his ice corse through his palm to a point. He then grappled the bracelet and snapped it. Danny dosnt want his other half to think lesser of himself because of his clone status. Elle whent through that, being in Danny's shadow, and he wants to spare his love the pain.

Danny sighed and stood up walking over to his wardrobe and pulled out an oversized sweater and some black work out tights for his love to change into when he wakes up. Danny would do it for him but he doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Ugg" a soft groan echos through the room and danny is beside is bed in moments. He watched (unblinking like a creep) his beloved's azure blue eyes flutter but stay shut.

He can tell his love his takeing stock of his surroundings. He sees as he slows his breath and focuses on his other senses. Danny knows his love noticed him beside him. He love seems to have been trained.

But by who? Did they take him put of his pod occasionally to train him? Or did they stuff knowledge into his brain as they grew him?

"I know your awake" danny says his voice soft yet firm. He sees his loves body stiffen. His core hums with hurt as his loves fear of him. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise" danny says trying to coast his love to stop the charade.

His beloved's azure eyes open and hold his gaze with a glare. One that says try me. "Who are you? what do you want with me?" The man asks firmly, his unwavering gaze feels like a storm at sea ready to drag him to the depths.

A grin tugs on phantoms lips. "I'm danny phantom, king of the dead and never born. And as what I want with you, surely you can feel that for your self, cant you?" Danny says his voice taunting as he rests his hand on his hip.

The man sits up slowly studying danny looking him up and down as if searching desperately for something. Danny waited for his loves replay. "Danny? As in danny Fenton?" The man questions his voice and face lack any emotion. Danny is the opposite his face probably showed the considerable shock he was in. That was not the replay he was expecting to that statement. How did his love know his human name?

Part. 5

[xflippinfrogx]

Tickletober Day 5~ “I’m not ticklish”

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ FANDOM: Voltron

LEE: Keith

LER: Lance ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ 💙WARNING~ THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC, NSFW DNI!!💙

“LAHAHAHANCE STAHAHAP IHIHIT!!!!” Pidge squealed, batting at her attackers hands. Lance was in a very playful mood today and he was on a mission to make all of his friends smile. They’d been up in space for a good few months at this point and we’re all much closer with one another than when they started. The biggest relationship development onboard the ship was between him and Keith, their resident emo as Lance like to call him. It was still new to them both but there was something between them that they couldn’t ignore but neither had mentioned it just yet. Of course days like these definitely pushed them a bit further in their closeness.. as you’ll see.

Soon enough Pidge got a good kick to Lance’s stomach and escaped the clutches of the teams newly established tickle monster. He had already gotten Hunk this morning and Coran very briefly that afternoon but he decided he wasn’t even going to try Allura because she might eject him off the ship. Shiro was busy working on something so he’d leave him be as well.

Only person left was Keith and lucky for Lance he had just entered the room. Lance wondered if he had witnessed his attack on poor Pidge. “Damn she’s got some kick in her for someone so short huh?” Keith commented lightly chuckling to himself. “Or maybe you’re just extremely weak?” He was smirking as he spoke and Lance took this as his opportunity to see if perhaps his cru- friend was ticklish aswell. “You better reign in the attitude Mullet or you’ll be next~” A sly smile made its way to his face as he teased Keith. “Well sucks for you because I’m not ticklish.” He said it so confidently that Lance almost believed him, but he knew Keith too well now to miss the signs of slight panic in his eyes. “Hmm I think you’re lying Keith.” He leaned forward from his chair towards Keith who had sat in front of him on the ground for some reason??

“I promise you I’m definitely not!!” He was getting defensive and Lance could tell. He was going to have some fun with this..

“Alright, well if you’re ‘not ticklish’ then I guess you won’t mind if I do this?” He had moved from the chair to reach his new target. He experimented by prodding Keiths sides, but he kept a straight face. Lance walked his fingers up his ribs and began pinching lightly and Keith looked as if he was close to breaking but the boy was stubborn. It was going to take a little more than this to get him laughing Lance thought.

He didn’t have to search too far because Keith made the dumb decision of practically marking out his worst spot. His arms had automatically hugged around his stomach protecting it from Lance.

“Okay Keith last chance to admit that you’re actually ticklish or else I’m gonna have to do this the hard way..” Lance was really enjoying this, whilst he spoke he grabbed both of his FRIENDS hands and pinned them either side of his head. “Lance really, this is dumb, I mean c’mon i haven’t laughed yet so you’re obviously wasting your time here.” Keith seemed.. nervous as he spoke. ”Well there goes your last chance pretty boy, remember you asked for this.” Lance internally cringed at the nickname but soon forgot about it as he was too preoccupied trying to make Keith laugh. He started by scribbling his fingers over the taught muscles of Keith’s midsection and he could now see him visibly struggling to hold in his laughter. It wasn’t until Lance reached his lower stomach that Keith finally cracked. “Aha I found it!!” Lance cried out with excitement. “LAHAHANCE NOHOHO THIHIHIS ISNT FAHAHAIR!!!” Keith began to twist and buck his torso in attempt to get away from Lance’s very tickly fingers. That was a big mistake because not only was he no further away from his attacker but his stupid shirt had ridden up exposing him even more.

Lance didn’t waste a second and absolutely took advantage of the vulnerable area. He spidered his fingers all along Keith’s waistline relishing in his loud cackles. It was nice to see the usually brooding teen so carefree for once and god his laugh was just amazing. Lance could listen to it forever, but he didn’t put Keith through more than maybe seven minutes of torture. “Not ticklish you said?? Well I think I proved that wrong don’t you Keith?” Lance smiled down at him noticing how content he looked. Lance would give anything to stay in this moment all day. A tiny blush spread across Keith’s cheeks as he smiled shyly up at Lance. His arms were still pinned but neither of them seemed to notice. Then Keith did something he never thought he would..

He leaned up and slowly placed his lips against Lance’s. He quickly pulled away for fear of rejection but Lance immediately let go of his arms and pulled him back into their first kiss. It didn’t last long but to them it was the most perfect kiss either had ever had. Lance smirked his signature smile and spoke up. “Who knew you lying about being ticklish would’ve made this happen..”

“Oh shut up you dork.” Keith chuckled and wrapped his arms around Lance. That’s how Hunk walked in on the two cuddled up on the ground asleep an hour later. He couldn’t have been happier for them.. and himself because Pidge owes him ten bucks.

[anotherfloridaman]

In the Stronghold…

A human child-‘im not a kid! Im short!’- sits near a tent. This human barely leaves a special member of rhe clan for more than two hours.

They play with sticks, rocks and some leaves. Making it into different shapes on the dirt with a critical eye. Nobody really cares what they make, just that they dont get hurt doing it. Rak’ka wouldnt like that.

As a massive orc exits the tent, he smiles down at the human, who has yet to notice him drawing near. He softly pats their head, and they snap their head up from their little game, a short yell leaving them until they realise who it is. They let the orc pick them up, almost limp in his hold.

“Rak’ka, you will give the human a heart attack one day.” Another orc, Shwola, says with a smirk. “My pet wont die from a simple sneak up, they are stronger than that.” Rak’ka smiles, not seeing how the human drops one of their twigs and frowns at the lifeless object, displeased with it’s sudden departure.

“Your pet looks like it will fight the twine.” Shwola grunts, and the human does, in fact, look like a depressed quokka, muttering something in their language that Shwola and Rak’ka dont understand.

“Disrespectful. How could you leave me like this?” The human mutters at the fallen stick, waving their handful of sticks and a few leaves at the lone twig. The human shakes their hand a little too much at the tiny branch and a leaf falls too. The sudden second betrayal makes the little human gasp, sad again. “How could you! You were my favorite. Your colors are so nice…”

Shwola picks up the stick and leaf, holding it out in front of the human as it smiles again, reaching for the pieces of nature as it wiggles in Rak’ka’s hold. “Your human needs someone who will understand it.” He tries to say, but Rak’ka nods, understanding in his own way. “We have our own code. If they’re hungry, they pat their small belly.” He gently pokes the human’s side, and it squeals, releaseing all the sticks and leaves and attempting to hold Rak’ka’s hand away from their ticklish spots. “If they dont feel well, they hold their head with both hands. If they want to see something, they point to it and tilt their head.”

“But what if they feel sad. Or need to say more than ‘hungry’ or ‘curious’?” Shwala says, raising a brow. Rak’ka clears his throat, looking away. “Im working on that-“ “Rak’ka.” “Rak’ka.”

Everything stops for the three of them. The human was still paying attention to the fingers in front of them when Shwala’s stern, intimidating voice booms next to them. ‘Rak’ka’ being said. The human has heard this plently of times, and it seems to get the orc’s attention well. So…

When their orc in front of them said it again, the human decided to test it.

Now both orcs stare at the human, and they dont know what to do. Was it a curse word? Were they calling this orc names? Was that his name? Did you mess up?

Rak’ka smiles wide, pressing the human close to his chest as he laughs loudly. “The pet said my name! Ha! They can be taught!” He laughs, spinning with the human who looks to be completely caught off guard by his sudden celebration.

Shwala sighs, thinking a human heart attack isnt too far away for Rak’ka’s little pet.

[thekingofwinterblog]

Why Arnor Failed as a State

So in lord of the rings, Aragorn, the titular returning king of the Third book/film, is the last descendant of Elendil, the first High King of Arnor and Gondor.

The entire plot is about how the royal family finaly, after all these years comes home to Gondor in the south from the cold, hard north, where the other realm of the Dunedain failed.

That said we are never really given a particularily detailed breakdown of why Arnor ultimately failed beyond the obvious military one(It was defeated by the rising power of Angmar before that too crashed and burned), the geographics one(the population never really managed to reach the level it could have, and that was before the plague), and the political one(the realm split into 3 lesser realms that squabbled).

On paper these seems easy enough reasons for why the northern realm crashed and burned, but once you actually start digging into it, it becomes pretty obvious that unlike Gondor, Arnor had some very serious fundamental problems that it never really managed to fix, which brought it down in the end.

1. It mishandled it's amazing geopgraphy

Looking at Arnor from above, it seems to have ALL the advantages. It has mazsive, open fertile plains, 2 great rivers, mild climate except for the far borth, clear, easy to defend natural boundaries, with the only open pathway into the realm being the hard to pass through corridor feom forodwaith.

Politically apeaking it was also set for success as the realm had managed to unify all the local peoples within it's borders underneath its banner, which they were content with for a very long time.

So with all of this in mind, where did Arnor go wrong?

It failed to harness it's rivers, that's how.

When choosing the place for capital for the new realm, one would expect it to be on one of the rivers, either at the mouth, or at an important spot.

The Dunedain chose to build the capital Annuminas at the great lake from whoch the Baranfuin/brandywine river originates from.

This isnt a... A terrible choice for a capital.

It allows the royal family to dominate the trade flowing up and down the river by controlling the spot where you can build ships, and have a massive riverrine fleet stationed in case of conflict.

So whats the problem?

The Dunedain never dredged either of their rivers, thats the problem.

Rather than wideding the bottom, to allow bigger, more usefull ships to pass up and down the river for transport of food, trade goods, and troops, Arnor instead did the exact opposite, and not only let natural fords stand, but built bridges that would prevent any trading river network from flourishing.

As far as i can tell, Arnor didnt have any particular noteworthy ocean navy, but even if Arnor was never going to invest into one such, the fact that they never did the work to make their rivers into a fountain of wealth, trade was one of the major reasons for their big decline.

But if they didn't invest into making their rivers more navigable, at the very least they would invest in horse power, in order for their people to travel quickly across the plain, allowing a caravan based trade netowork to do what rivers did not, right?

Well, no, and that leads me into my next point.

2. They Failed to turn into a cavalry based military, economic force, or political one

When the last king of Gondor(then prince) before Aragorns coming near a millennia later, came to destroy Angmar with a truly stunningly large relief force at the end of Angmar's power, he noted to his surprise just how perfect Arnor's plains would be for his cavalry in the task ahead of him.

And he was right. While it was the overhwelming numbers that won the day, it was the cavalry that was the main star, and allowed the army of the west to sweep over Angmar and end it forever with such ease.

With this in mind, it brings the question of why didnt the Arnorian Dunedain switch over to a completely horse based army, or at the very least make knights the shocktroops of the military the way Gondor did?

The reason seems simple enough.

Gondor was forced to fight endless wars against all of its neighbors and had to constantly adapt and change and improved, while Arnor was at peace for the better part of a millenium before it broke.

When the successor state of Arthedain had to adopt to new warfare, it always found itself outnumbered, and from the accounts of it's wars with Angmar, what they ended up doing was simply rely on powerful fortifications to fight defensive wara, and it's alliance networks to rally addiational troops.

Not strategies withouth merrit, but it's clear that Arthedain never managed to become a particularily great military powerhouse... But it could have if it had changed over to cavalry as the main feature of the army.

Instead they relied on what the numenoreans of old did. Arrow, sword and shield.

They no doubt had mounted troops of some sort, but it was clearly not their speciality just looking at how their successors, the rangers of the north prefer fighting.

But the fact is, Arnor should have had Cavalry centered armies from the very start, leaving behind the old Numenorean way of fighting the moment they realised all their future fighting would be on open plains.

However, this lack of focus on horses had another side effect. One that along with their squandering their rivers would contribute to another problem.

3. A lack of integration of the kingdom's ethnicities.

When Arnor broke off into 3 different realms, while the impetous was 3 sons fighting for control, when you look at the bigger picture, its clear that what actually happened here is that the 3 realms broke off very neatly along the kingdoms 3 main ethnicities, who each backed their own prefered candidate.

Arthedain, the biggest and strongest, centered around the heartland was populated by mostly ethnic dunedain, along with breemen as a smaller ethnicity.

Cardolan was ruled by a dunedain elite, but the ethnicity that dominated was the natice, pre numenorean population who were centered around the barrow tombs they would later be buried in(and would be corrupted by the witch king).

And finally Rhudar was also ruled by a dunedain elite, but the real power behind their revolt against the capital was the natice hillmen, who, being dissatiafied with Dunedain rule, and fueled by ambition decided to ally with Angmar in a bid for supremacy(only to later be exterminated by angmar once they no longer served their purpose).

What we see here is a very clear breakdown of the kingdoms, caused by a failed integration policy.

Clearly Annumias and later Fornost failed to bring these minorities into the fold successfully the way Gondor did eith its minorities, who became proud gondorians.

And we can in large part blame this on the capitals inability to project a sense of unity across the land. Which would have been easy to do if they had successfully tamed and harnessed their rivers, making all 3 corners part of a connected riverrine network, or had used horse based travel and trade as a matter of course to ensure everyone was connected into one economic and political policy.

Its very telling that the only people the Dunedain successfully integrated into their realm were the two minorities who lived right by the capital of Fornost(The hobbits and Breemen). Because these were the people who lived close enough that you could actually get there by foot at a reasonable time.

So with all of this in mind, there is a question to be raised. Why did Arnor squander all of it's natural advantages so badly?

Well i've gone over the military one. A stupily long amount of peace made the realm unprepared for innovation that allowed Gondor to become a powerhouse.

But no the real reason why the Arnorians would have seen no need to make changes to bolster trade, in and outside the kingdom, is due to a factor i have not gone over yet.

4. Trade mistakes.

Arnor and Arthedain both sit on an ancienct road used by the dwarves, both from across the misty mountains in the direction of rivendel, but also from gondor, and far more importantly for this dissection, during both Arnor and Arthedain's lifetimes, this road systwm would have been used by Khazad-Dum, Moria, at it's height.

All 3 directions heading to the Dwarves mines in the blue mountains and the great harbors of the Elven realm of Lindon.

It would in short, be one of the most lucrative trade routes of the age.

But, and this is critical, it was not a network Arnor actually had to do some work to take a advantage of.

They did not need to make caravans, or build trade fleets, ocean or riverrine. Hell, they didn't even need dedicated traders of their own.

They were middle men, who by virtue of sitting right on this route got to toll and harness the wealth this route generated withouth hacing to do any real work.

And that, ultimately was the problem. They didnt need to innovate. They didnt need to adapt and improve and put their land to full use, because all the wealth they could possibly use was there withouth work.

And that sucks, because clearly Arnor had A LOT of products they could have sold abroad. We can tell that just by looking at it's most prosperous successor state(the shire) and looking at what sort of technology they inherited from their original overlords.

The hobbits of the shire has paper mills, clockmakers, dye industry, matches, bound books, door knobs, integrated locks and latches, and on and on. Compare it to rohan, and they are centuries ahead in tech by our standards.

It's often easy to forget(give tolkien was clear that hobbits just did not move past a certain point in techonology) that by the standards of the day, the Hobbits are very technologically advanced compared to most... And ALL of that is things they inherited from their overlords.

Wheter Arthedain and by extension Arnor invented all of these technologies themselves(as there are a number of things clearly not found in gondor it cant all have been inherited from numenor), or they adapted it through Trade with Khazad Dum or Lindon, improved upon such foreign concepts, or kore likely a mixture of all of these, it's clear that Arnor had the capacity to make these, and by extension the fact they are still around after the kingdom fell, in the form of the hobbits being self sufficcient(otger than presumably the raw metal materials they trade for with the dwarves) means this was not some exceptional level of tech for the kingdom.

It was the kingdom's standard, and if they had been interested in actually exporting these things abroad, Arnor would probably have been more wealthy than Gondor by a far margin.

But they didnt. Because they didnt see any need to innovate their trade capacity in such a manner. Which in turn led to them not harnessing their lands capacity for cheap, easy transportations, which in turn led to them not integrating their people the way gondor(who's people are all connected through the sea and Anduin, and what comes with them), which led to them being far more divided than they should have been.

And while their long period of peace allowed them to overtake Gondor in so many things, when it came to military advancements, they were not only voefully behind, but when it came time to innovate, they lacked both the resources, and the spark to truly overhaul their military and tactics, instead relying on the same old classics until it brought the kingdom crashing down.