#as always praise is the biggest motivator of my heart

[winterrrnight]

mystery of love

PAIRING: husband!soft!rafe cameron x wife!fem!reader

SUMMARY: rafe started to get more busy with his business, and you couldn’t help but start to feel neglected by him.

WARNINGS: soft soft SOFT rafe, he's so lovesick for his wife it is crazy (no it isn’t that’s practically canon), slightly suggestive content but it’s written with a fluffy intent, usage of nicknames like goddess & baby, and just loads of sweetness over all, very very slight angst (?) and intentional use of lower case

EDITH SPEAKS: this fic is more on this, you can’t look at that picture and not think that’s rafe, cause it is! thank you so so much to @glimodejun who commented their idea which prompted me to write this 🫶🏼 i was supposed to write a blurb but I got carried away, clearly, and this is pushing 2k words 😁

anyways, please please reblog if you liked this and feedback is always appreciated! thank you so much for reading 🫧

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oh will wonders ever cease? blessed be the mystery of love

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it was starting to get a little out of hand.

you always knew how important rafe’s business was to him, especially after he inherited it all from his father. the burgeoning fire in him to make the business bigger and better than it had ever been and be so much more powerful than his father, who couldn’t give him an ounce of attention or praise his entire childhood was one of the biggest things fueling his motivation.

that, and wanting to give you everything you could possibly need in great abundance so that you never felt you were at a loss of anything under his roof.

so you knew he tended to sometimes spend longer hours at the office, to get everything done, to not let a single mistake fall into place in front of his eyes, everything perfectly coordinated and right up to his standards.

he always made sure to call you or send you a text if he was going to be late, informing you why he was going to be late, the tentative time he should be back home, with a small ‘i love you’ and ‘i miss you’ accompanied with the occasional red heart he only ever used for you.

since the past few days, unfortunately you hadn’t been receiving the texts you always did. if you did, it was short, something along the lines of ‘i’ll be late’. but no explanation as to exactly what had been keeping him busy, and no words of endearment at all. he started coming home really late, most of the times when you had tried your best to stay up till he comes home, but the exhaustion would always defeat him in the race and you’d be out like a light.

and the next morning wasn’t close to being better than the night. if you were lucky, you would catch him getting ready for work, and you would always prompt him to stay for at least breakfast. but he would be in a hurry and shake his head no, saying something like ‘i have to leave, it’s important’ and leaving you with a chaste kiss to your lips.

whatever you’d ask, his answers to you would be short, concise and quick, and you felt as if you’re catching the subtle drift of vexation and annoyance in his tone. was it actually there or were you just imagining it? you didn’t know.

and if you weren’t lucky, you wouldn’t even get to see him leave. by the time you would be up, you would only feel the cold wrinkled sheets next to you, the faint scent of him lingering in the air as a burning memory of the love of your life.

this specific night, exactly one week after since the first day this peculiar behavior of his started, you were seated on the edge of the bed after a shower, applying your lotion on your arms as you prepared yourself for another night of waiting for rafe, falling asleep in the process, and letting it be a mystery solved only by some higher power if you would see him in the morning or not.

as you were rubbing the lotion into your skin, you couldn’t help your wandering mind. how were you supposed to deal with this situation? were you supposed to confront him and demand answers? or were you supposed to tread slowly? you knew you were nearing the end of the american fiscal year; 30th of september being right around the corner. it involved loads of financial and accounting work, preparing end-of-year accounts and statements, and what not. so him being busy felt justified. but he should be able to spare a moment to at least send you a proper text, shouldn’t he?

no, you shake your head. you’re his wife, for god’s sake. you shouldn’t be reducing your worth down to some text. heck, you should be getting proper calls from him. you’ve been so wonderfully patient, not complaining for a second for the past week. the least you can get is a proper conversation with him.

as you made up your mind firmly, your thoughts were cut through firmly when the door to your bedroom opened. you looked up to see rafe entering inside the room, his blazer off and resting on his shoulder, and his sleeves messily rolled up to his elbows.

“hey,” he muttered as he closed the door behind him, keeping his bag on the side and disappearing behind the washroom door.

“hey,” you said quietly, your gaze fixed on the floor as you heard the washroom door close. you remained seated on the edge of the bed, clad in a satin black robe which he swore made you look even more of a goddess than you already did as you waited for him to come out.

you heard the shower run inside for some time, after which the door opened and you were greeted with rafe sporting a pair of grey sweatpants, his upper body bare with some water droplets still trickling down his skin.

as he came out, he saw you in the same position at the edge of the bed as before. “hey why aren’t you going to sleep hm?” he asked as he busied himself with applying his moisturizer to his face.

“no reason,” you muttered, your back to him as you kept your gaze down at your feet.

rafe was very quick to catch the dejection in your voice, and before you knew it, he was making his way around the bed to you, standing right in front of you as he looked down at you.

“baby, look up please,” he murmured softly, one of his hand coming to rest on your cheek.

you lifted your head up to meet his gaze, your eyelids heavy as you look up at him through your lashes. “yeah?” you mumbled.

rafe exhaled softly at your bleak tone. he sank down on his knees in front of you, his gaze coming to your level.

“listen baby,” he sighed softly, placing both his hands on your thighs right below the hem of the robe. “I… I haven’t been the best husband the past week and I’m… so so sorry about that,”

his heartfelt words reached your ears and caused your eyes to widen, your mind started to work away the gears to process his words.

“I haven’t been giving you the attention and love I vowed to give you on day one,” he whispered looking deep in your eyes, his own eyes softened to such an extent it had you melting completely. “I haven’t been communicating well with you I…” he muttered, running one hand over his prickly buzzed hair, “I didn’t mean to do that baby I’m so sorry…”

you wanted to say something, anything, for that matter, but you were rendered completely speechless when you started feeling him press kisses over your thighs.

“I hope you can forgive me,” he whispered into your skin, “I hope you can forgive me for everything I did… I’ll make it up to you I promise…”

your lips parted to let out shuddering gasps as you felt him slowly move the satin of your robe up to reveal more of your thighs, his lips pressing kisses against your inner thighs and trailing over your outer thighs.

“I’m so sorry… so sorry, my goddess…” he whispered. “i won’t ever do this again… you’re my top priority, always, and there will never be a second where you don’t feel that way…”

his words left a searing mark on your skin, his lips trailing up to your left hip bone. one of his hands came to rest on your right hip, rubbing gentle circles onto your hip bone through the satin of your robe, and his other hand shifted your robe even higher to grant him more access to your skin. his lips landed on your hip bone and he pressed the most tender kisses along the bone, a soft gasp escaping your lips at his actions. your hand came to rest on the side of his face, your head leaning back as you felt the sensations of his lips on your sensitive hip bone thrum all throughout your body, lighting up each and every nerve that constituted you.

“I love you so much…” he whispered against your skin, starting to gently suck on your skin, his eyes fluttering shut. a hum of pleasure tumbled past your lips, your own eyelids getting heavier. “I love you so so much darling and I’m…” his lips started to trail over your lower abdomen, pressing kisses through the soft satin of your robe that still covered your upper half, “I’m never making this mistake ever again I promise... please forgive me…” he pleaded, his lips making over to your other hip bone and kissing on it, before gently sucking on it the same way he did earlier.

“you only deserve the best…” he murmured, lips trailing a path down to your inner thigh again. “just the best… cause you are so amazing…” he whispered, nipping on the soft skin of your inner thigh. your fingers curled over the nape of his neck to give you some leverage, soft gasps leaving your lips, your eyelashes fluttering, and your chest starting to heave from every kiss and nip of his lips and teeth.

his both hands now rested on the sides of your thighs as they gently kneaded into the flesh and his lips peppered insistent kisses all over your inner thighs. he looked up from your thighs up to you, a pleading expression in his eyes, his lips slightly parted as breaths escaped them.

“please forgive me, my beautiful goddess…” he implored, his voice a mere whisper. “please please forgive me, I’ll never do the same I promise…”

you looked down at him, your fingers trailing to the side of his face to gently cup his cheek. he snuggled into the warmth of your hand almost immediately, his eyes closing for a moment as he let out a soft sigh, letting his lips press a chaste kiss to your palm.

“I forgive you, rafe…” you whispered.

that made him look up at you, his eyes widened and the pleading expression draining out to be replaced with a hopeful one.

“yeah? you do?” he asked, squeezing your thighs in return.

“yeah,” you whispered back, giving him a small smile as you trailed your fingers to the side of his neck, gently scratching your nails against it. he let out a soft exhale at the sensation, letting his head drop to your thighs as your fingers made their way to the back of his neck, continuing the scratching motion. he almost purred in your lap at the feeling, nestling his face into your thighs.

“thank you…” he whispered against your skin. “I won’t disappoint you again, I promise,”

you let out a gentle sigh as you looked at his buried face in your thighs, your expression softening more.

“I know you won’t,” you mumbled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his head.

that night, he held you in his arms and kept you pressed against him, his warmth lulling you in the most beautiful slumber you had experienced in that past week. he made sure you fell asleep comfortably, his lips always pressing random kisses to whatever part of your skin he could succumb to, whispered sweet nothings stumbling past his lips to your ears to alleviate you to great heights.

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[sleepysnk]

Hey saw you had Head Canon requests open and I really enjoyed the Chifuyu one you wrote! Was wondering if you could come up with some for Kazutora? Romantic, SFW, NSFW, anything you want ☺️ no rush and if you can't totally fine thank you.

a/n: ahh! thank you for your words! 🫶🏻 it means a lot to me!! i had a lot of fun with these, so thank you again for sending this in! i hope you enjoy! 🤍

characters: kazutora hanemiya

warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, some rough sex, oral sex f!receiving, edging, overstimulation, use of pet names (baby, princess, my girl), squirting, praising, some degradation, hair pulling, mentions of hickies, mentions of food, fluff, some after care.

SFW+NSFW HEADCANONS.

kazutora hanemiya:

- i fully believe kazutora is a romantic guy. despite his past, he wants to change and be a much better guy for you. that’s one of his biggest goals.

- a. fucking. sweetheart. kazutora is very much an acts of service and physical touch kind of guy. he will buy you anything you want and probably spoil you rotten in your relationship! he likes to buy you random things. whether that be makeup, new clothes, a new snack, he loves to just see the smile on your face whenever you open up a new gift from him. it instantly warms his heart at the sight, and he falls in love with you every single time.

- touching on the physical touch aspect, i believe kazutora just loves holding you in bed that night. he’s went through a lot of shit in the past couple of years, so he needs that comfort more than anything. expect him to lay on your boobs or just hold you close to his chest. he cannot sleep unless you’re in bed beside him and he knows you’re safe.

- passenger princess? hell yes. he will pick you up and take you anywhere. it doesn’t matter if you guys are traveling far, he loves when you’re sitting in the passenger seat. he loves to admire you when you’re humming a tune or just staring out the window. you look so pretty like that.

- HE LOVES WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR. kazutora is always picky about other people messing with it, but when it’s you? oh go crazy! he will let you do whatever you want to it. whether it be putting it in pigtails, curling it, straightening it, he doesn’t care. he just loves when your hands are running through his black and blonde strands. also, it helps him fall asleep at night. i think touching his hair is such a huge comfort thing for him, so expect him to love it and crave it.

- “wait, baby, put your hands.. here. yeah, right there.”

- kazutora is somewhat clingy. he wouldn’t be extremely clingy to the point where it’s unbearable, but he loves to be by your side and have your attention on him. it’s super cute.

- he’s definitely a guy who likes low maintenance dates. not saying he doesn’t like going to fancy restaurants, but he loves to just have one at home with you. he’d cook something nice for you and then you’d both enjoy it while watching a movie. don’t worry though, there’s always lots of room for dessert as well ;). especially once you both have had some cuddle time under the blanket.

- he always sends you those random texts reminding you that you’re beautiful. he just can’t help himself. he’s so in awe with your beauty that he loves talking about it. he will even tell his friends how amazing you are. he just cannot help himself, yk?

- “hey, princess. just a reminder you’re the best girl ever and i love you!! 🫶🏻”

- kazutora has so many pictures of you!! he’s kind of like chifuyu when it comes to being your personal hype man. he loves to see your pretty face whenever he opens his phone. i also feel as if he’s the kind of guy who would have a polaroid of you on the back of his cellphone. he sometimes stares at it when he’s bored or when he needs a little motivation throughout the day.

- now.. onto some more spicy things.

- i firmly believe this man is a fucking freak. he isn’t super super kinky, but i do believe he knows how to really throw some spice in the bedroom. he’s really good at what he does and he makes you feel like you’re on the fucking moon whenever he’s having sex with you.

- sex can be quite an intimate act for the two of you. some times it’s slow and sensual. he’ll make love to you and cherish you like you’re his wife. those are the days when kazutora is most soft and he takes his time with you. he can eat you out for hours and not get tired when he makes you cum for the third time in a row. he also will constantly remind you that you’re beautiful and that your body is such a work of art. he praises you so much!

- he also has a good tongue. he knows all the right places to make you feel good. he also can EATT. kazutora loves watching you in pleasure, especially when it’s from him. it’s always your pleasure over his any day.

- he will more than likely make you squirt with how good he is in bed.

- now on a different note, kazutora can be a little more rough with you. sometimes he doesn’t take his time and he fucks your brains out till you’re a mess on his cock. he’ll probably be the type to overstimulate you until you’re crying and begging him to slow down because of how sensitive your clit is. he doesn’t slow the pace though ;). he wants you trembling and falling apart for him by the end of the night.

- “yeah.. that’s my pretty little slut. cum for my cock, baby.”

- if he’s hitting it from behind, he’s so going to pull your hair. he loves to yank on something whenever he’s fucking your brains out, and it will always be your hair. he can be kinda rough with it too. he’ll even pull

- he can be a little mean sometimes. whenever he’s in the mood to tease you, he’ll edge you to the point where you’re a shaky mess for him. kazutora loves watching you squirm and whine for that release. he totally gets off on that shit, so expect him to do it often to mess with you. it’s even worse when he draws you so so close and then he halts completely and pulls out with your sticky arousal all over his dick.

- he kinda likes when you tug on his hair whenever he’s going down on you. it’s one of his favorite things to do.

- “yeah, that’s my girl. cum all over my face, baby.”

- kazutora loves to mark up your neck. if you’re sitting on his lap he’ll lean in and bite your neck to see whatever marks are left. he’ll suck on your sweet spot and that only increases the pleasure, especially if he’s making you ride his cock. it’s so fucking hot.

- always after sex you guys take a nice bath or shower together. he always kisses your shoulders as a silent apology if he was being really rough. it’s super cute whenever he’s like that. he’ll also make sure to cuddle with you afterwards because he loves to feel your skin against his. it’s the best form of intimacy in his opinion.

- he’s so cute.. MARRY THIS MAN.

[guiltyasdave]

end game

series masterlist • this is part VII

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

word count: ~3.8k

summary: Heartbreak, an explanation and an epilogue.

warnings/tags: explicit smut (-> 18+ only!), angst, feelings, heartbreak, depression, mention of weight loss, fluff, able-bodied reader, reader has hair, dom!Dave, sub!reader, sir kink, degradation kink, fingering, unprotected p in v (it's never stated in the fic but i headcanon that reader is on birth control), basically free use kink, rough sex, dirty talk, spanking, spit kink, praise kink, Dave is a menace, praise kink, idiots in love, please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: the biggest thank you to @joelscurls for letting me scream about this again and againnnnn, and reading over my drafts countless times, you’re the best, jess! <3

thank you to @daddy-dins-girl for talking plot holes with me and motivating me to write <3

thank you to everyone who has read and loved this series, i have received sooooo many kind words, feedback and just so much love. i started writing this as a pwp oneshot and the fact that it has turned into my first series ever and one that i had soooo much fun with is wild. i’m incredibly emotional about saying goodbye to my babies, maybe i’ll revisit them when i need to write some kinky shit out of my system haha. i hope that you like the ending that i’ve built for them.

a few words about the plot: i actually have zero clue how the hitman business works (shocker, i know), so some parts of this are purposefully vague in a way that i hope is believable and somewhat realistic. just roll with it, thanks :D

dividers as always by @saradika-graphics 🫶🏻

find my full masterlist here & follow @guiltyasdavenotifs for fic updates.

The first week you don’t hear from Dave, you’re confused, but not necessarily worried yet. There have been weeks of silence in the past, though you’ll admit that you had thought that things might be… different now.

Your texts to him stay on delivered, never switching to read. Which has also happened before, especially when he was away on business, but still… The thought that he has gone back to his normal life without sparing as much as a glance back at your time together is nagging at you.

You can still feel his hands on your skin, can still hear him whisper in your ear how beautiful you look, how perfect you are for him. It’s hard to come to terms with the thought that it wasn’t real, that his words and actions didn’t hold the same weight for him that they did for you. Reality has finally caught up to you and it hurts.

When two weeks blend into three weeks and you’ve still heard nothing, you start getting worried. He had said his line of work was dangerous, after all.

Your conversation, still so close and yet a lifetime ago, echoes in your mind. 'Nothing's gonna happen,’ you had said. ‘Not to the girls, not to me. And not to you.’ And not to you. ‘You don’t know that, sweetheart,’ his voice rings through your head. Sweetheart. The word tastes bitter on your tongue and wraps itself around your chest until you feel like you’re choking with it, like you can’t draw breath into your lungs anymore.

Sweetheart.

You don’t know that.

Sweetheart.

You start looking him up online, to find anything that might at least tell you that he’s okay. You don’t want to believe that he would be cruel enough to ghost you, but you barely dare to consider the alternative. You find nothing, no mention of his name, like he doesn’t even exist.

Your calls stay unanswered, your messages stay unread. You find yourself subconsciously checking your texts and your emails countless times a day, catch yourself staring out of your window in the blind hope that he might appear outside. He wouldn’t just leave you like this, would he? Would he?

Days blur into weeks and eventually into months. You’re painfully aware that it’s not healthy, this kind of heartbreak, especially not over a relationship that never even meant anything. If only your heart would understand that.

It was never serious enough that you told any of your friends about it, never wanted to be labeled as the girl that sleeps with married men, never wanted to admit your feelings to someone else when you could barely admit them to yourself. Regardless, even without knowing what exactly was going on, your friends had tried to be there for you, to convince you to go out with them, to cheer you up, but you had turned them down often enough that on this Friday night, your phone stays silent.

It’s better this way. All you want to do is rot away on your couch, staring at the TV with unseeing eyes until it’s an acceptable time to go to bed. Maybe it won’t take you hours of lying in the dark to fall asleep tonight. Maybe it won’t remind you of a different kind of darkness in a different room, a room where the sound of waves against the shore and the deep breaths beside you lulled you to sleep.

You need to get yourself together, your inner voice whispers. Next week, you think. Or the one after that.

A knock on your door shakes you out of your thoughts and you pad over, expecting to be met with the Chinese takeout that you had ordered in hopes of fueling your appetite at least a bit with the prospect of comfort food. Absentmindedly, you note the surprisingly short delivery time. You barely look up as you swing the door open, busy fiddling with your purse to extract a few dollar bills.

After finally managing to pull them out, you face the doorway. A greeting dies in your throat.

Familiar deep brown eyes burn into yours, framed by the face that you wish you’d forget but can’t. The short brown hair, the clean shaven jawline that you can still feel underneath your fingertips, the memory all too fresh in your mind. He looks tired, you think, and instantly scold yourself for knowing him well enough to even notice.

The seconds tick by as you motionlessly stare at him, blinking slowly, your mind running a mile a minute. Why is he here? He can’t be here. Are you making this up? If so, things are far worse than you had thought.

He clears his throat, shifting his weight uncomfortably. It’s probably the least sure of himself that you’ve ever seen him.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his hand twitching like he almost reached out to you but changed his mind. “Can I- can I come in?”

You regard him for a moment longer. The sound of his voice makes him appear more real, and the fog in your head slowly clears. He’s alive. He’s here. In front of your door. Alive and well. Your emotions boil up inside of you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You think you can just show up here after months and ask if you can come in? I thought you were… I thought…”

Your voice betrays you, breaking at the sharp sting of pain in your chest that you’ve fruitlessly tried to suppress and the feeling of your throat closing up. Tears spill over and you furiously wipe at your cheeks, determined to keep some semblance of dignity.

“I know,” Dave breathes, defeatedly. “I’m so sorry. Please let me explain.” His hand reaches towards you again. You shy away from his touch and an expression of hurt ripples across his face. “Please, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Your voice only trembles a little as you snap at him. After another look at his face, you eventually step aside and jerk your head towards your living area. You briefly think about how messy the place is, for how many weeks you didn’t have it in yourself to clean up. You can’t bring yourself to care. Seeing him walk through your flat again after being so painfully aware of his absence leaves you almost dizzy. You take the opposite ends of your couch, both of your bodies stiff, careful not to touch one another.

“Okay,” you sigh. “Explain.”

So he explains. How he received a call, barely thirty minutes after he stepped into his house, with a mission that was too perfect of an opportunity to pass it up. There had been no time to let you know, the risk too high to use his personal phone once he started working.

He goes back to the persona that took up half of his life for so long, the identity that is no more, the man that fell down a watchtower and was washed away by the sea. Body never found. At least that’s what everyone who knew this man thinks. Everyone who knew him, but not Dave York.

He’s been thorough with it, with the most important mission he’s ever done. There are no loose ends, no one who could trace things back to the real him.

It took longer than he had anticipated and he kept laying low afterwards, until he could be absolutely sure that no one would be looking for him anymore.

He doesn’t think that he’ll ever get rid of the worry, ever stop looking over his shoulder, but rationally, he knows that he did it. He got out.

Then he had talked to Carol, let her know that he wants a divorce. It had been- easy, almost. She didn’t cry, didn’t scream at him, just nodded like she had known this day would come for a long time. He thinks that she almost seemed relieved, in a way.

Your eyes had been glued to his face since he started speaking. Tears are silently running down your cheeks.

“I know that I should have found a way to contact you. I didn’t-” He sighs, running a hand over his face. “I didn’t know what to do. I was so worried that someone would find out about you. I never wanted to hurt you, you have to believe that.” He knows that he looks a mess, that his desperation to make you understand is written all over his features.

Every day that he didn’t call you, he knew that he was hurting you. He tried justifying it with himself, that having you think he left you was better than risking somebody coming after you. It never gave him much comfort.

It’s even worse, now that he sees the damage he had done. You have lost weight, deep circles have formed under your eyes and you move like you’re barely holding yourself together. He saw the panic on your face when he tried reaching for you at the door. No matter what he had done to you in the past, you always sought out the safety of his touch afterwards. Until now.

“Please believe me,” he whispers.

You study his face for what feels like a lifetime. Tears are glistening on your lashes. You look so tired, so defeated that it makes his heart ache.

“You’ve done it?” you finally ask. Your voice is a quiet thing, barely bridging the distance between the two of you. A flicker of hope rings with it. “You’re safe now?”

He nods silently, fighting the urge to gather you in his arms, to promise you that he’ll always be there from now on. A small smile curves your lips upward as you mirror his nod, like you’re trying to let this new reality sink in.

“That’s good,” you murmur.

You lean forward, your fingers tentatively closing around his fist that’s clenched tightly against his thigh.

Hope flickers inside his chest. He can taste the three words that he’s been wanting to say to you for far too long on the tip of his tongue. He’s not going to, not right now, not today. But someday soon, he thinks that he might.

Two years later

“Bye girls, say hi to your mom and Matt from me,” you smile, embracing each of them in a tight hug before they dash out of the door, a jumble of giggles and excited chatter. Dave trails behind them with a grin on his face, pecking your lips and calling out for them to slow down.

Your heart is full, overflowing with love for this family that, against all odds, has become yours. You watch Dave usher his daughters into the car and push the doors closed behind them, the smile still on your lips. As you walk back into the house, your eyes linger on the thin silver band adorning your ring finger.

It’s still new, still an unexpected sight when you catch it on the edge of your periphery. It’s the tangible proof of you being the happiest you’ve ever been.

Things had been rough at first, after Dave came back to you. You understood why he handled the situation the way he did, but it took you a long time to trust that he wouldn’t disappear again. To believe that he left his old life behind, that he chose you. But he did.

You busy yourself with cleaning up the inevitable chaos that having the girls over for Dave’s days with them always creates. It’s not the life that you would have expected yourself to have a few years ago, but right now, it feels like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

A few minutes later, your phone pings with a message from Dave.

Be back in 15. I expect you naked and on your knees waiting by the door.

You bite your lip, heat building inside you with rapid speed. Your phone pings again.

Don’t disappoint me.

Fuck. Wetness is already gathering between your legs as you jump into action.

The car door slamming shut has never sounded so good before. You’re listening intently, catching Dave’s heavy footsteps on the stairs and the jingle of his keys before the door opens beside where you’re kneeling.

You look up at him from your place on the floor, watching the mix of smugness and adoration on his face as he takes in your position. A shudder runs through you and your nipples harden under his demanding gaze. He steps closer, caressing your cheek.

“Such a good girl… my obedient little wife, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper, the coherent thoughts slowly draining from your brain and craving more of his touch, more of him.

He smiles down at you, his eyes glinting predatorily. You’ve come to know this shift into the darkness since you first met, but it’s more playful these days, not laced with the urgency that possessed him back then. Still, he gets intense, especially after having the girls over forces you to keep things rather tame during those days.

“Show me your ass, face on the ground, come on,” he demands coldly.

You obey without question, turning around and bending forward, pressing your upper body down to the floor and presenting your backside to him. He lands a couple of slaps on your cheeks and you flinch, moaning out softly. Your pussy already feels slick with arousal.

“What do you say?” he asks, rubbing his hand over the heated skin.

“Thank you, sir,” you whisper.

Another slap hits you. “Do you know what you did to deserve this?”

You wrack your brain for a few moments, but come up blank.

“I- no, sir.” Your voice is small and breathy, your body bracing for the impact of his hand again.

He chuckles. “Nothing. I just felt like it.” Another slap. “And you’re mine to do as I please, isn’t that right?” Your thighs are trembling. You’re so wet that it feels like you’re dripping onto the floor.

“Yes, sir. Thank you.”

“You know what’s the most fucked up about this?” He crouches down beside your face and strokes your cheek softly, smiling down at you. “How much you whore like it.”

He straightens up and heads for the stairs. “Bedroom, come on.”

You don’t even try standing up, knowing that he won’t let you, and crawl behind him, which earns you another chuckle and a “good girl”.

The image of your naked form on your knees behind Dave who hasn’t removed a stitch of clothing sends another bolt of arousal through you. You’re desperate for him to touch you.

He roughly lifts you up and manhandles you onto the bed until you’re spread out underneath him.

“So…” He grabs your wrists and holds them over your head, pressing them into the mattress. “These stay right here, you hear me? Don’t move, or do I have to restrain you?”

You pout at the prospect of not being allowed to put your hands on him, but obediently hold them in place when he eases his grip on you. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

He grins down at you. “I know you will. Got my girl well trained, haven’t I?”

His words make your pussy clench around nothing and your “yes, sir” comes out in a whimper.

He leans in closer, spreading your thighs wider with his body and you force yourself not to buck your hips up against him. The craving for any part of him to touch you, for any kind of friction, is overwhelming.

“Please, sir,” you whisper. Your pleading eyes hold his cold gaze as he’s leaning over you.

“Patience,” he growls. “Open your mouth.” A disapproving click of his tongue. “Wider.”

You part your lips as widely as you can, sticking your tongue out and trying not to squirm against the sheets. He remains motionless for a few seconds, taking in your desperate state with a cruel smirk on his face.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. Then he tips his head forward and spits into your waiting mouth. The filthy feeling of his saliva coating your tongue and filling your mouth almost drives you insane with want and you groan, shifting against his thick thighs between yours, but to no avail. You wait for his next command, your mouth still wide open, not daring to swallow before he tells you to.

But no command comes. Instead, he reaches up to press two fingers down on your tongue, dipping into your mouth and smearing your combined spit over your face. The silver band on his ring finger is cool against your skin and you shudder, loving the reminder that he’s really, entirely yours.

Your body feels like it’s burning up, your hands are twitching and you’re desperate to move them, to touch him, to do something, but you hold yourself still until he finally tells you to, “swallow, baby.”

He smiles and finds your lips for a surprisingly soft kiss, cupping your face in his hands. “You’re being so good,” he tells you gently. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes,” you smile, chasing his lips when he pulls back, but he tuts at you and you fall back against the bed, huffing out a breath. “Just… please.”

“Patience,” he reminds you, the softness gone as quick as it came. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

You bite your lip, but stay put while he stands up to finally start removing his clothes. He’s agonizingly slow with it, holding your hungry gaze while he unbuttons his shirt in unhurried movements that make you want to tear the clothes off his body yourself.

You drink him in, first the sight of his broad chest and his strong shoulders, then his muscular legs, and finally, making your mouth water and your pussy burn with desire, his cock.

As much as he keeps taunting you, you know him well enough by now to be able to tell that he’s just as desperate for you as you are for him, even when he’s trying to conceal it. He returns to you, sitting back on his haunches and drinking you in, until after what feels like hours, he finally reaches out and swirls his fingers through the wetness between your legs. It’s a barely there touch, but you’re so painfully turned on and sensitive that you let out a gasp.

“So fucking wet,” he marvels and applies the slightest bit of pressure to your clit. It’s enough to make you see stars and you’re sure that he could make you come just from this. But, of course he won’t. He laughs at your reaction and retracts his hand to lean forward instead until he’s on top of you again, your legs spread wide to accommodate him and his cock slides through your folds.

He lowers his head to nip and suck at the skin under your jaw, one hand toying with your breasts and your hardened nipples. Your whole body is buzzing, he’s so close and it’s so much, but it’s not enough, not enough, not enough.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks, peppering your skin with kisses and rocking his hips in small movements that make his cock nudge at your clit over and over.

“F-fuck me, please, I’ll do anything,” you beg, your body still obediently stretched out underneath him with your arms above your head. He nods wordlessly and reaches down to position himself at your soaking entrance.

“Be as loud as you want,” he growls against your neck. “I missed making you scream.”

He bites at your skin at the same time as his thrust into you punches the air from your lungs. You scream, just like he asked, as he hammers into you, his lips still attached to your neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin. The sensation of finally being filled by him, of feeling the stinging stretch of the way he forcefully pounds into you is like heaven. You think that you’re talking, crying out a mix of his name and sir and please over and over.

You’re flying towards your climax and judging from his groans, he can already feel you tighten around him.

“Go ahead,” he groans, before you’ve even strung the words to ask for permission together in your mind. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

He pinches your nipple just once and the additional sensation is enough to send you flying, your pussy clenching around his cock and drenching him in your arousal as you scream out his name. It’s pure bliss, and you never want to come down.

“That’s it,” he growls, not slowing his movements, fucking you through the aftershocks until you’re a whining mess beneath him, “that’s my perfect girl, fuck-”

You force your eyes open to smile up at him, taking in the wrecked expression on his face, relishing in the knowledge that you’re the one to make him look like this. You just really wish you could touch him.

“P-please, can I-” you’re breathless, barely able to speak, and jerk your head towards your hands above you.

“Yeah,” he rasps, his thrusts somehow growing even more forceful, “do whatever you want, baby.”

Your hands fly towards his body, touching every inch of his skin that you can reach, nails digging into his back and fingers grasping at his hair, pulling him closer, closer, until he’s everywhere, all you can see, all you can taste, all you can feel.

“Fuck!” he swears, grabbing your shoulders and holding you in place as he’s pounding into you, “give me another one, touch yourself, come on-”

His thrusts are becoming erratic and you know that he’s close to his own climax. It only takes a few swipes of your fingers over your clit until you’re coming again, soaring through the heights of your pleasure, your whole body trembling with your release. Dave’s hips stutter and he comes with a shout, pulsing inside of your fluttering pussy until finally, you both still.

He drops his sweat-slicked forehead against your chest, peppering your skin with kisses and engulfing you in the warmth of his arms. After cleaning you up, he moves your bodies until you’re tucked against his side, one arm thrown across his chest while he holds you close.

You’ll never get tired of the feeling of his naked body against yours, of the way he feels like he was made for you. By now, you can admit that he had always felt like this.

“I love you,” he says, lips moving against your hair.

You press your face deeper into his neck. “I love you.”

It’s easy, now. Words that you say every day.

…and i love YOU, thank you for reading! 🤍 if you liked this, a reblog or a comment would absolutely make my day.

[o-sachi]

Orter Madl Relationship Headcanons

ᯓ character; orter madl (mashle) ᯓ tags; fluff, sfw, gn reader, no y/n

[🐟]: Ngl, I had a hard time trying to make rs hcs for this guy because he's literally un-romanceable in reality SOB.

— I'm not sure how you managed to bag this guy. But... congrats. Like, truly, you deserve it. Up until dating you, this guy has never shown an ounce of interest in romance AT ALL. Perhaps you could say that his type is simply "you"?

— But maybe he gets into a relationship since it's transactional; he gets something from you and you get something from him. He has always been a rational person, so this is the only way he can rationalize something like "love" if he even believes in such a concept.

— Perhaps he'll give more of his time to you than any other person. Not that he expects you to feel special because of that. Though, somehow, the transactional relationship is able to blur some boundaries and help both of you ease into spending more time with each other.

— You don't know it, but he does look out for you, especially if he gets something from you that's really valuable. He'll always be on the look for anything that's bound to threaten your safety. There have also been instances when he butts into one of your fights.

— There isn't a day when he doesn't question you or your motives. Again, he tries to rationalize everything. So he can't make sense when you do things selflessly for him. What's the point if you don't get more in return? You confused him plenty and those thoughts plague his mind more than he'd like them to.

— One day, while spending time together, he'll be staring holes in the back of your head. What's he thinking? Well, let's just say he's having the biggest crisis of his life (having thoughts/feelings that cannot be rationalized). He'll be in a pissy mood for the rest of the day, but he takes it out on everyone else but you.

— The change of heart happens excruciatingly slow, but there will be signs. Perhaps you won't notice it at first, but certainly everyone else around the two of you can see it—clear as day.

— Eventually, he starts to see your values—not as a wizard—but as a person. Your strength, unwavering determination, and goal oriented mindset all seem quite alluring to him. It just never occurred to him before that these things could mean something else out of a fight.

— Through time, he'll just let himself be drawn to you. After all, there's nothing wrong about respecting someone who upholds justice and righteousness like he does. You're strong and can hold your ground. If anyone will take up space in his life—it might as well be you.

— His idea of softening up is showing you his tough love. He knows the types of things you get yourself into as a wielder of magic, so he reminds you to get stronger everyday even if it kills you. He'll practice with you and show no mercy. In his mind, he's thinking of wanting you to become self-sufficient to the point that you can handle yourself even without him by your side.

— He hates it when other people talk about you, even praises annoy him. But if he hears anyone insult you... they'll find themselves buried 6 ft. deep under sand. Without knowing it, he thinks so highly of you now—that if anyone were to utter the mere thought of you pisses him off. At this point, he lets you walk closely by his side so that everyone knows you are not to be messed with.

— You'll never hear him say the words, "I love you." But on a special occasion—like your birthday or your anniversary— he'll do something sweet for you (much to your surprise). You walk into his training grounds, a vast space with a bunch of sand. In the middle is a big heart made out of sand with him standing right beside it. Then he says something like, "Today's a special occasion hence the shape," or something unromantic like that lol.

o-sachi © 2024 pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

[febuary30thday]

Flora, Fauna

Pt 2

When you are first introduced, he doesn't mind your presence

You are a woman in a position of great power, and he respects that

Hence, he and you often talk plenty

He has never witnessed your blood demon art, so he is unsure

Sometimes, with how good you are at singing and with your calming voice, he assumed it was something like that

He happens to stumble upon you one day, devouring a man who had just tried to flirt with you

There you were, the moonlight shining on you, blood staining your lips as you ate, and a pile of demon slayers at your feet, with their crows laying there as well

"Ah, Upper 3! Care to join me in my feeding?"

No one's saying no to free food, and he isn't either

"Akaza, call me Akaza."

You talk as you eat, about your BDA and you find out about his thing with women

He is quite touched when you make an effort to not eat women around him

With how kind and gentle and elegant you are, how could he not fall for you?

However, when Douma decides you are now his biggest target and obsession, he needs to step in

Being Muzan's favorite demon does have perks, and one of them is that he is only sent out on special missions, so he isn't sent out often, which means he gets to spend all of his free time with you

Now that you aren't permitted to leave the castle, he can coddle and cuddle you all he wants

You don't mind his presence, but it seems the other two do

Kokushibo often makes him leave when you are together, and your little beg to let him stay always resonates in his heart

Douma, surprisingly, doesn't want Akaza there either

He won't outright say it, but there are clues that he's trying to make Akaza feel unwanted

He's extra clingy when Akaza is around and often taunts him

Akaza is possessive of you and doesn't like letting you go

He tells you about his adventures os you don't feel lonely, and brings you food and people he hunted to eat

Sometimes he brings them alive, just to watch you use your BDA in action

You enjoy his company and motivate him with just your presence

He is insecure about himself because he feels like there's going to be one day when he can't protect you properly

"Akaza, There you are. Would you like to spend time with me? I prepared tea."

"Are you sure that you don't want me to go out and hunt something for you? You must be hungry?"

"Nonsense."

She wasn't introduced to you

You met her by commenting on the amount of control she exalts and how level-headed she is

She doesn't speak much, and neither do you

She's not exactly possessive, but she's kept a watchful gaze on you

I mean, she controls the Infinity Castle, anywhere you, go, she's there in "spirit"

When you were allowed to leave, you often told her stories of your feedings

She seemed intrigued and so you continue

Your relationship spirals down from there

She plays her biwa for you sometimes and you sing along with her, harmonizing in perfect sync

The other demons would enjoy it, if she didn't keep tossing them around

Because you now aren't allowed to leave, she plays her biwa more and you harmonize more

She often praises your BDA and you praise her, so it's a very healthy relationship

The best relationship you'll get into is with her, so enjoy it while you still can

"It's amazing how you are able to have this much control and still be level-headed and not a prideful fool."

"Thank you."

His clones are so fine, let me tell you 😩

Hantengu was afraid of you the first time he met you

When you showed him your BDA, he cowered in fear

You thought he was weird but you weren't hostile

He enjoyed hearing you sing, and it made him come out of his shell a little more

He stuck around enough to listen to what you had to say and not cower

One time, a demon slayer cut his head off and you saw his two clones

You swear you felt something twitch

They were so handsome

His clones are often with you because he lets them out.

Sekido (Rage) is extremely possessive of you and is surprisingly, extremely clingy

Karaku (Relax) worships the ground you walk on, he praises you a lot and has masochistic tendencies

Please put flowers in his hair, he loves it

Aizetsu (Sorrow) He's just really smart and tells you about the opponents he fought and his analysis of them

You don't even realize how he's slowly drawing you in further

Urami (Resentment) isn't often let out because he would just degrade himself and say how's he jealous of you, and all that other nonsense. He acts kind of like Gyutaro

"Sekido, you have to let me go, I need to go hunt."

"One of the other forms will go get something for you, you have to stay in my arms"

"Karaku, you know that you remind me of a dog in a lot of ways."

"I'm so glad that you acknowledge me as someone loyal. Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?"

"Interestingly, you analyzed him like that, Aizetsu, do tell me more."

He tries his best, okay? Don't leave him because he's a little coward.

[tallulah477]

A Little Motivation

Day 12: Fingering

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Avatar!Reader

Warnings: AgedUp!Neteyam, Vaginal Fingering, Slight threat of getting caught 

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: I might finally have a day off tomorrow and I'm so excited to catch up on all the fics that I've had to put off reading. Fingers crossed that stays the plan!

Summary: Neteyam tries to teach you how to use your new Avatar body to climb a tree and you both get a little sidetracked on one of the branches.

Translations:

Skxawgn - Moron, idiot

Iknimaya - Rite of passage

Tsaheylu - Bond, neural connection (between animals or one’s mate)

Yawne - Beloved

Tìyawn - Love

Life on Earth was rough. 

The planet was dying and resources were extremely hard to come by. There was barely any green left anywhere, large metal buildings as far as the thick black smoke coming from the various power plants would let you see. The oceans, the ones that you read about when they were beautiful, shining and vast in their untamed beauty, were now filled with waste, not a single wave crashing along the shoreline without trash in it. 

It was no place to live. 

So you jumped at the chance to leave it. Being part of the cleaning crew for the RDA was obviously not ideal. Mankind is messy, destructive, wasteful - and you loathed having to go behind the ungrateful bastards as they tried once again to colonize an environment that they didn’t appreciate. But at least you were there, away from the depressing tatters of what’s left of Earth, and in a place with real beauty and life. 

When the war happened, you were spared from the Na’vi’s wrath. The Na’vi don’t like humans by default, but they don’t kill the innocent. Jake Sully offered you and a few select others a home with his science guys, in exchange for your loyalty to the clan. 

“The best way for you to be loyal to the clan, is to be a part of the clan,” He had said. You didn’t know what he meant back then. But now, as you stare up at the huge expanse of the biggest fucking tree you’ve ever seen in your life, you know exactly what he meant. 

“I can’t do it.”

Neteyam nudges your shoulder with his as he stands beside you at its base. “Yes, you can,”

You shake your head, heart pounding at the thought of climbing this fucking thing. “Nope. I will fall and break my neck for sure. This really expensive and long incubated neck that the science guys created for me? Yeah, no, snapped like a damn twig,”

Neteyam rolls his eyes, not even phased by your antics. “You’re so dramatic,”

“Your dad’s gonna be pissed when he sees what you’ve done to me. You’re supposed to take care of me,”

“I’m supposed to train you, skxawgn” He laughs. “How can you expect to be one of The People if you can’t even climb?”

You smirk at him, raising your eyebrow in a playful arch. “You could just keep carrying me everywhere,”

Neteyam turns to you, eyes alight with a wicked gleam as his lips stretch into a grin. He steps close to you, pressing his body against yours and cupping your cheek in his big hand. Immediately, your body relaxes into him, sighing in pleasure as your now wide amber eyes meet his, your tail curling gently around his thigh.

Neteyam had become your guide when you joined the Na’vi. First, it had been as another reluctant responsibility for him - another body to watch over and keep out of trouble. But he accepted the responsibility with honor, always wanting to prove that he was a good leader and deserved his role as the future Olo’eyktan. 

His reluctance didn’t last long. You got closer, personalities meshing so well together that the only word you think could be close enough to what you feel for him is soulmate. He’s your other half. Your best friend. Your protector. And, more recently, something more. 

He’s going to mate you. He’s told you as much. Promised it in a soft murmur against your lips as you laid together under the soft bioluminescent glow of the forest at night, whispering praises of how beautiful you are, how he loves you in your human form just as he’ll love you in your Avatar, and how he can’t wait for you to be his completely. As soon as you pass your Iknimaya and become one of The People, he’ll take you to the Tree of Souls and mate you properly. 

And you can’t wait for that day. Can’t wait to finally be with him - mind, body, and spirit in the sacred bond of tsaheylu. Can’t wait to finally keep up with him as you run through the forest, to join him on hunts, and not need him to carry you on his back like a baby monkey just to get up to Hometree. You’re so lucky that you even get this opportunity. But first…

…you have to learn how to climb this damn tree. 

“Baby, as much as I love feeling your gorgeous body pressed against mine,” Neteyam says, voice low as he presses his forehead against yours. “I really need you to start climbing,”

He shows you how to tackle the tree as best as he can - where to grip and how to find the grooves to dig your fingers into, where to place your feet. It’s slow progress as you inch your way up the trunk. You feel like you’ve been climbing for hours, the rough bark of the tree digging into your too delicate hands and feet. You have splinters, you’re sure of it, and you want to cry from the frustration of it all, desperate for a break.

“Come on, y/n,” Neteyam calls from a little higher than you. He’s so patient, calmly scaling up the tree and throwing out praises, telling you that you’re doing a great job and to not get discouraged. He’s so sweet and you hate him just a little bit. “Stay focused. Just a little higher,”

“You said that forever ago!”

“We aren’t even that high,”

You pause at his words, doubt written all over your face. You’ve avoided looking down so far, terrified to see how high up you are, but curiosity is getting the better of you now. You grip the bark a little harder, anchoring yourself to the tree before looking back over your shoulder.

A sharp gasp escapes you as you quickly turn back to face the tree. “Fuck that! You’re a liar!”

When you steal a glance up at Neteyam, he’s got one arm hanging at his side so he can twist his upper body to look down at you, and his face holds an expression of pity. “We’re not,”

Your eyes fall on the large tree limb just to your right and start to shimmy your way towards it. Neteyam watches you silently, eyes bright with humor and playful judgment as you hug the tree trunk, leg stretched out trying to reach the limb.

“Shut up,” You tell him, and he laughs, turning to face the tree again as he starts to climb down towards you.

“I didn’t say anything,” 

When you’re finally close enough, you land on the tree limb, out of breath and pouting at your cut up hands as you try to ignore looking down over the side. Neteyam lands beside you, long limbs confident and sure even despite being up so high.

“Are we taking a break?” He asks, and you glare at him, listing off all the reasons why yes, you are, indeed, taking a break on your abused fingers.

“My hands hurt, my fingers are all cut up, my feet feel like they're bleeding, my thighs are on fire, and for some reason my back hurts,” You exclaim.

Neteyam tries to hide his smile behind his hand, and sits down with his back pressed up against the tree trunk. He motions for you to come join him, and you do - fitting yourself between his spread thighs and settling against his chest. 

He takes your hands in his, gently massaging your fingers and running the pads of his thumbs across your cut up palms. He brings one of your hands up to his face, gently blowing on your fingers to soothe the sting before pressing his lips against each one gently. 

“You’re doing a great job,” He murmurs, voice low and soothing in your ear. “It is difficult, I know. But you will get better in time,”

You don’t answer him, you just close your eyes as his hands leave yours and slide up your arms. His hands are like magic on your skin, pushing in and releasing your tense muscles rhythmically as he moves up your body. His fingertips dig into your shoulders and you whine as you feel the sore muscles there unfurl at his touch. His palms drag down your back, urging you to lean forward slightly as his hands spread along either side of your spine, practically spanning your entire back as he carefully digs in and down. 

“Hmmh, trying to make up for your crimes, I see,” You joke, voice coming out more as a moan than intended.

He chuckles and pulls you back against his chest, hands moving to massage your overused thighs. “Relax, yawne. Enjoy your break while you can,”

His large hands squeeze your thighs, expertly massaging the sore flesh, starting lower towards your knees and kneading his way higher and higher. Your legs unconsciously fall open wider the higher he gets, and the new loincloth that you were gifted the same day you received your Avatar is getting soaked through from his warm and sensual touch on your skin. 

“I hope you find a man one day that will give you massages instead of just demanding them,” Your mom had said when you were younger, a direct dig at your father who sat uncaringly in his old beat up recliner chair reading the newspaper. 

You don’t think she meant with a 9 foot tall blue alien in a tree the size of a skyscraper, but honestly, this reality was way better than anything she could have possibly meant. 

Neteyam’s breathing is heavy in your ear, and you can feel the hard press of his erection against your lower back as his hand slides between your thighs, fingers dipping just slightly under your loincloth. 

“Tell me if you want to stop,” He whispers, running a gentle finger along your slippery folds.

You shake your head, hand gripping onto his forearm. “Don’t stop,”

His fingers tease along your slit, long digits light as a feather as they run down the length of your pussy before dipping into your folds. They collect the wetness there, dragging up and down, just barely skimming past your leaking entrance before they move back up to circle your clit. They rub against the swollen nub with the expertise of a man who knows you. He knows you, knows your body, knows how to touch you, where to tease, how hard to press, and how to circle your clit in a way that has you moaning loudly - the sound echoing through the forest.

“Shh,” He says, biting his lip as he drags his fingers down again, rubbing over your wet hole. “Not too loud, tìyawn,”

You bite back a gasp when his long finger pushes inside of you, fingernails digging into his forearm as you try to keep from moaning. He’s so big inside you already, long thick finger stretching you so good and you want more, want so much more.

“Nete,” You whine, and it’s like he can read your mind.

Another finger presses in beside the first and you can’t help the pleasured groan that escapes your throat as he stretches you even more. Your leg tilts to the side, hanging off the side of the branch to spread yourself more for him, and your pussy clenches around his fingers like a vice, fluttering around them when they curl inside you and rub against your gummy walls. 

Your hips rock into his hand as he thrusts his fingers inside of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in motion with his thrusting and making your eyes roll back in pleasure. The sounds coming out of your mouth can’t be controlled, whimpers and moans and sighs of his name over and over again as he plays with your pulsing pussy.

“Teyam! Teyam, f-fuck, plea–”

Suddenly, his hand is over your mouth, pressing tight against it to keep you silent and you can’t help the disgruntled groan of frustration when his fingers stop their movements.

“Shh,” He says again, but this time it's more urgent. 

You peek up at him and notice that he’s looking down at the forest floor, eyes following something as it moves below you. You look down as best as you can, eyes widening when you see the group of hunters walking back towards the village, their hunts slung over their shoulders or dragging behind them with a length of rope. They’re talking, chatting loudly, clearly excited by their success. You must not have heard them coming, distracted as you were by Neteyam’s perfect fingers, but thankfully he did. 

“You have to be quiet, don’t want someone to hear you.” He says, and your body jolts when his fingers resume their thrusting from where they’re still buried inside of you. You moan, but the sound is muffled by the secure press of his hand. “If we were higher up the tree, we wouldn’t have to worry about it,”

Your eyes roll in annoyance this time even as your hips grind harder against his fingers. 

Whyyyyyy couldn’t you be further up the tree?

When they pass and are safely out of earshot, he takes his hand away from your mouth, sliding it down your arm and linking his fingers with yours.

Your head tilts back against his shoulder, blissful as you edge closer and closer to your orgasm. You look up at Neteyam, admiring his side profile, his beautiful hair as the braids sway in his face whenever he shifts, the way his mouth is slightly parted, plump lips shining from where he’s just licked them. 

His eyes are looking down at where his hand has disappeared in your loincloth. You whine, wanting his attention on you, wanting to kiss him and taste him as he drags you closer towards that perfect jump into oblivion. His head turns to look at you, pretty mouth inches away from yours, smiling at your fucked out expression. 

“You going to cum for me, yawne?” He asks, warm breath fanning over your face.

“Yeah,” You whimper. Your hand reaches up to cradle his cheek, a silent plea for him to kiss you. “Yeah, Nete. Make me cum,”

Your eyes close as he leans in and you cum at the first touch of his lips on yours. He kisses you through your orgasm, swallowing your moans and soft cries as you explode around his fingers, drenching his hand and your loincloth in your sticky release.

He lets you have your moment to come down from your high, taking the time to pull his fingers from you and pop them into his mouth, sucking your sweet juices from his hand with a deep groan. 

“You taste so good, y/n,” He says. You smile and try to cuddle more into him, but he gently maneuvers you off and stands, readjusting his still evident problem in his own loincloth before placing a ready hand on the tree.

“Um, excuse me,” You say, eyes wide and suspicious. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Come on, baby. We have a whole lot of tree left,”

You scoff in disbelief. “I know you’re not still trying to make me climb this tree,”

He smirks, eyes dark and wicked. “If you make it halfway up the tree, I’ll fuck you,”

You shudder at his words, desire ripping through you despite the fact that you just came not two minutes ago and you look up at the ridiculously tall expanse of the tree, a mournful cry escaping your lips at seeing how much further you have to go.

“You sure you can’t just fuck me here?” You ask, leaning forwards so you're on your hands and knees, back arched and ass in the air tantalizingly, hoping to convince him.

He smiles ruefully and shakes his head. “No, tìyawn. Let’s go,” His fingers grip into the trunk as he pulls himself up, restarting the climb. “We need to be farther up, so you can scream allll you want for me without anyone hearing you,”

Oh. Gulp.

**Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

Taglist: @eywaite

[cuteskunkz]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.Good Morning Princess ₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

~Part 2~

(Dom!Mike Schmidt x Sub!Reader)

~Summary: Mike comes home after a long day and needs to blow off some steam. Continuation of part one!!!

~Tags: Pet names, degradation, praise, breeding kink, daddy kink, brat taming, gawk gawk 3000, penetrative sex, afab!reader

Note: This is pretty much porn LMFAO!! Read part one for the full story.... or not if you're horny no judgement ;) Just a reminded that I am brand spankin new to writing fanfic so apologies if it's mid. Pls lemme know if you're interested in more, my amas are always open to ideas <333

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Mike grabs your face with one hand. This causes you to pout at him and furrow your brows. "Don't make me cuff you again" Mike says playfully. You take it as a challenge, deciding to be the biggest brat possible. You knew how much Mike loved taming you, it was like a newfound hobby for him. At one point your attitude was so much he had to throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the bedroom to teach you better manners.

"Or what? I can handle some stupid pair of cuffs" you say while staring at Mikes baby pink lips. He pins you to the bed. His strength is impressive, you couldn't fight him off even if you tried. The guy definitely takes his push ups seriously. You start wiggling underneath him knowing this will piss him off more. His hands only grip tighter around your wrists, further restraining you. "You're so fuckin needy- do you know that?" he growls. You face away from him suddenly feeling bashful.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." You lock eyes with Mike, your mouth slightly agape. You take notice of his light brown freckles and it's like your heart skips a beat. "Good girl. Now get on your knees" he directs. He loosens his grip on you and stands next to the bed waiting for you to follow his order. "Nah I think I'll stay riiiiight here. You know Mike- your bed is soooo comfy I couldn't possibly eveeerrrr get u-" he grabs your throat and pulls upward forcing you to stand and make your way off the bed. Your tiny fingers attempt to pry him off but it's no use. "Im gonna fuck your mouth until your dumb little brain is empty. How does that sound hm?"

That's all it took for you to turn back into his subservient toy. "Anything for you sir". You lower yourself down onto your knees and stick your tongue out. Mike had you basically trained to take position for times like these. He taps his cock on your tongue a few times allowing you to mentally prepare for his length before roughly thrusting into your throat at a decent pace. "It's like you were made for me. God you're so pretty sucking on me like that. Thank daddy for stuffing his cock in your mouth." He pulls back slightly leaving his member resting just barely on your lips. "Thank you daddy" you reply. "Thank you for what? Use your big girl words"

"Thank you for f-fucking my throat." He smiles, "There we go. Good girl". He thrusts back into your mouth and pumps even faster than before. Guess your words really motivated him or something. Mike takes your hair into both his hands and forces you deeper. The sounds of you sputtering and gagging on him push him closer to his climax. You stare up at him with tears rolling down your blushing cheeks. You'd pay any price to stay in this state of pure bliss. "You look so beautiful when you're cockdrunk, princess. I know it's a lot but you're doing so well... j-just a little longer I promise"

Mike pulls out of your mouth leaving spit strings attaching you to him. He grips your sides and picks you up, laying you down on the edge of his bed. You instinctively rest your legs on his chest anytime you're put into the missionary position as it allows him to hit your more sensitive areas easier. He began lining up his length to your throbbing cunt, causing butterflies in your stomach. "You still with me?". You couldn't focus anymore but to nod in confirmation. A low groan left his lips as he slid into you. Slowly but surely you stretched to fit all of him.

"You're all mine princess- ALL fucking mine." Mike pounds deeply into you, using your hips as a handle to move you onto him like his personal fuck toy. The sounds of your pussy around him as well as your high pitched moans were so intoxicating to Mike. You were his favorite pastime activity. "I'm gonna pump so much cum into your sweet little pussy baby. Gonna fill you" he says while wrapping one hand around your throat. Just the thought of him finishing in you made you feel like a feral animal in heat.

Your climax sneaks up on you. You uncontrollably tremble on Mike while babbling what sounds like his name over and over again. Maybe if you were coherent it would be more obvious. "That's it, keep it up little fuck bunny. I love it when your tight pussy drools for me". You felt so overstimulated, bucking and rolling around but his hands pin you once more until he can finish. You felt so small and weak under his control.

He bottoms out in you. You can feel his rhythm getting sloppier, signifying his closeness. "Oh fuck b...baby I'm gon....gonna-" he whimpers. His head falls back while his fingernails dig into your hips. You're filled to the brim with his cum, some of it leaking out around him. For a second it's silent (beside the sound of both of you catching your breath that is). He slowly pulls out, careful not to spill any of his seed out of you. Mike slips his middle finger into you to push it deeper leaving you feeling deliciously full. 

You lay there with your eyes closed unable to wipe the grin off your face. "If this is what happens when I mouth off to him I definitely gotta do it more often" you think to yourself. You distractedly replay the series of events that just happened in your head. You hate to say it but you definitely tuned Mike out for a bit to recall everything correctly. "Hello? You there? Did I kill you? Oh no!! My poor baby!!" he teases, pretending to cry. "What will I ever do!!" He throws himself on top of you like a damsel in distress, pretty much crushing you. "Mikey I swear to god I will punch you" you chuckle. "You do that and I'll tell Abby you threw away her favorite crayons." You pull the blanket right below your eyes pretending to be scared, "Hey man I was just playing around- you'll actually get me killed like that."

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This is the final part of Good Morning Princess <3 I hope you guys enjoyed as much as I have!! It was so much fun writing this and I can't wait to keep creating. That being said if y'all have ideas please send them in, i'm pretty busy but Im on here daily. Thanks for reading!!!

[junnieverse]

TRACK STAR ➳ ENHYPEN

➙ how enhypen react to seeing you win first place at your cross country race

pairing: enhypen x gn!reader

genre: fluff, slight crack under riki's lol

request: " req for bf!enha when u finish 1st place at cross-country pls -rizzki anon"

warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread

a/n: hi angel, you know how much I love hearing from you so thank you for this request! hope you found it cute <33

🖇️ — 양정원 ; JUNGWON !

best believe he has his camera out to record the entire thing

jungwon makes sure to get footage of you winning your race just to watch it a whole bunch of times

he's like a proud mom that just saw his baby graduate from first grade

super supportive with helping you prepare for your races

he'll help you with stretches and even run/train with you whenever he can

brought maeumi to the race to support you as well

"Maeumi look, they won!" he says to his dog as she barked excitedly noticing you from the distance

rewards you with cuddles for the entire evening and gives you all the kisses in the world

doesn't miss praising you for how well you did and that he's very proud of you :((

🖇️ — 이희승 ; HEESEUNG !

your boyfriend is going to show off

you're always proud to tell everyone about his achievements and he in turn does the same with yours

his friends are tired of him talking about you (you're great but heeseung needs to put a sock in it)

he's usually pretty 'humble' or subtle when it comes to showing off but he couldn't hold back

starts doing this little victory dance in the crowd and tells everyone around him that he's your boyfriend

sweaty and all, heeseung still ran over to you after your race and hugged you spinning you around

smothered you in kisses and told you how well you did

makes sure to suprise you with a cute dinner and a muscle relaxing bubble bath afterwards as his treat to you

"My baby's a track star~" he says in a sing song tone whilst you both cuddled in bed

🖇️ — 박종성 ; JAY !

it didn't show but trust he was more anxious about how this race would go more than you were even though you were the one running

felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders seeing you crossing the finish line first

he knows how worried you were about the race so he was so proud of you for coming this far

jay is literally standing in the bleachers with a bouquet of flowers to gift you, even if you had came out last you'd still be a winner to him

calls you 'champ' from that day on

"How's my champ this morning?" he greets leaving a short peck on your temple

you missed hearing him calling you other endearing nicknames but oddly enough champ motivated you to do better in your other races

he also knows how straining the long distance run probably was so he makes sure to give you a massage to relax you and get the tension out your body

🖇️ — 심재윤 ; JAKE !

I've mentioned this multiple times and I'll keep saying it

jake will never beat the proud/super supportive boyfriend agenda

he will always be your biggest fan in any of your pursuits, win or lose he'll always be there to stand by you

your boyfriend was literally in the stands holding a banner saying ' my partner is a track star '

probably has a picture of you with your trophy/medal framed and hung somewhere in his room

he makes sure to treat you to an ice cream date after your race because in his words, his super star deserves their reward

he makes sure to post it on his social media too even if it isn't much of a 'big deal' to you

jake takes your wins to heart more than you do

you'd swear he was the one that just ran and came in first

"That's my baby over there!" he yells as you cross the finish line coming in first

🖇️ — 박성훈 ; SUNGHOON !

show off no.2, yep, this boy is telling everyone

the people next to him in the stands saw it first hand but he's loudly cheering about how his partner just won their race

hell he's telling the waiter at the diner you were both at that you won too

"Did you know they actually won their cross country race? Yep, I'm dating a star athlete." he says as you hid behind your hands

to say the least you also felt kinda embarrassed by your boyfriend and his boastful actions

but you were also happy to see how proud hoon was of your achievements and that he wanted to show you off

"You can stop now Hoon, the whole city knows at this point." you tell him covering his mouth during his phone call

yep, he called his mom to tell her too

she probably went around telling everyone excitedly too, it seemingly runs in the genes

🖇️ — 김선우 ; SUNOO !

he is that sort of 'sports mom' that comes with all the snacks and drinks for you

also asks you alot of questions to make sure you're not too anxious and you're energized and ready to run beforehand

"Do you need some water before running baby? can I help you with anything else? Make sure you stretch so you don't pull anything."

he just wants to make sure you don't get any injuries during your race

starts jumping around excitedly when he sees you've won your race

he knows you're all sweaty so he holds off hugging you until you're clean

going out to karaoke or for korean bbq to celebrate your win with friends

he's all smiles because he's happy to see how all your hard work paid off

🖇️ — 西村 力 ; NI-KI !

he knew you were a good runner but not this good

he was expecting you to place somewhere in the top ten but not first

was still really happy for you but mostly in shock

meets you after your race to give you a congratulatory hug and kiss (as one good boyfriend does in his words)

"Damn I owe Sunghoon hyung 30 bucks now-" he whispers which you caught on

you soon learnt your loving dear boyfriend made a bet with hoon that you wouldn't come out first and he ofcourse lost that bet

"Haha what, babe I always knew you could do it, I knew from the very beginning you were a cross country champion." he says following after you like a lost puppy trying to get your attention

he made it up to you by printing a shirt with your face on it and the words ' they won their track race and my heart '

it was cringe but you forgave him because he wore it in public embarrassing himself for you

riki made sure to never bet on you ever again but he was always going to be your number one fan

[mtchee]

Hi mtchee!

I just wanna say you write really well! I finished reading all your MHA soulmate series and I love them all so much. I can tell you love the characters a lot by how you write about them and you have a way with words when you craft each story. -that fits each of them perfectly. I’ve really enjoyed reading them, they make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Mirio and Tenya are two of my top favorite characters, so I was delighted to see them a part of the series. And I even enjoyed other characters too a lot. Thank you for writing and sharing your series with us. The whole silent soulmate concept is intriguing and I’m glad to have read it. I am looking forward to reading the rest you have planned! :D

(don’t mind me I am suddenly ur biggest fan) (I wanna write like u ngl) (Mirio being peach tea is so him and dare I say cannon) (I love the MC of each story too sm)

What if I start crying rn 🥺🥺

Thank you so much!!! I genuinely try so hard to keep everyone in character as best I can, though ofc the occasionally OOC softness I let slip bc who doesn't love the idea of them melting for us 😌

I FREAKING LOVE MIRIO AND TENYA--I DEVOUR ALL OF THEIR CONTENT FR.

Tysm for reading!! Hearing what you think about what I write gets me feeling so giddy, it's always so motivating too! I've always loved the concept of unconditional love (in a way, a fated pull) where there is love even for one's flaws (in a healthy manner), but I've definitely got an itch for a slight chase; longing for someone not just because fate says so, but because you choose to.

Does that make sense?

Anyway, congrats, you got me going on a tangent into my innermost thoughts and dreams. Damn.

I often adapt my writing to other's styles which I like. I'm certainly not perfect, nor the best, but damn you really think so!?!?! Such high praise... >///<

Thank you for noticing the different MCs! I normally keep them pretty basic, not to be boring but just so it's easier for reader's to picture themselves I guess? But obviously, not everyone acts like I do, people think different things and feel different things in all kinds of situations. So I've been branching out to add in a bit of spice.

It also helps me improve my writing for characters that way too!

😌😌 Mirio would love peach tea. I think out of everything, it definitely suits him best as well, haha.

I'm definitely continuing the series! I've just been swamped with uni work recently, but I've still been wanting to keep my writing and creativity flowing, so for now I've just been pumping out some drabbles and imagines.

I've got a couple anonymous requests to get to as well! Those will be done soon once I've got the time.

Thank you so much for sending this in! I'm the type of person that'll think about this randomly even years later. So know that you've really touched my heart!!

Thank you!!! 🥰🥰🥰

(I've also read all your comments on my fics, teehee~ tysm for all the love <3)

[mewtwoandme]

Welp, some last-minute plans were made, so I'm gonna be away for the weekend. I won't have much time to work on stuff. So how about we play a game? >:3

The majority of you know how this works, but in case some of you are new or new-er to this, here's the rules:

(I will be using numbers instead of emojis for this one because there are a lot of questions) Send the number of the question and the name of the character you want to ask.

(Example: Mewtwo #24)

These are the following characters that will be available for questions:

Mewtwo

Newtwo

Mew

Amber (be specific with either "child" or "teen/adult")

Blu (be specific with either "child" or "teen/adult")

Gwen

Lakota

Jay

Mandy

I'll also include my most common non-canon characters:

(Be specific with either "child" or teen/adult" for these 3)

Hugo

Emery

Sonya

Alrighty! Now, with all that out of the way. Enjoy yourselves and have fun! ^^

Do you have a driving dream or goal? What is it? How far would you go to achieve it?

What's the one thing that makes you angry? What's your temper like? How do you respond to people who make you mad?

Have you ever experienced desperation? How has it affected you? What do you do when something you need is out of your reach?

Do you believe in fate or destiny?

What's the greatest challenge you have overcome? How do you feel about it?

How well do you sleep? Do you have problems such as nightmares/sleep paralysis/insomnia/etc.

Do you have any comfort items?

If you had to pick one song to listen to for 10 hours straight, what would it be?

What is your pain threshold like? Will a stubbed toe take you down, or does it take something much more drastic?

Are you a binge watcher, or do you prefer to stretch shows out? What kind of shows do they like?

If you could only have one food for the rest of their life, what would it be?

Favorite food/drink?

Sweet or savory?

How do you like to unwind after a long day?

Would you consider yourself a lone wolf or a social butterfly?

Do you enjoy praise?

What is a secret you know but haven't told anyone

What are your quirks?

What mannerisms do you have when shy or nervous?

What is the most impulsive thing you've done?

Can you recall a time when you have been the most scared or fearful?

What would cause you to be petty or say something hurtful?

Would you consider yourself reckless or too cautious and/or paranoid?

Are you good or bad at lying?

What's a misconception people often make or think about you?

What's something people would find surprising about you?

What's something you get told all the time?

What is something people always tell you to do more of?

What is the one thing people assume about you that you wish wasn't true?"

How often do you put on a "happy face" when you're really not feeling it?

When do you think you began putting your guard up so much?

What do you find yourself justifying to people when no justification is needed?

Are people shocked when you stand up for yourself?

What emotion motivates you the most when you're feeling down?

Are you okay with disliking someone?

How do you cope with being betrayed?

What is your favorite way to channel your aggression?

Which parts of yourself do you still seek validation for?

What would you say is your biggest problem when communicating?

How do you make decisions? Would you say you rely on trusting your instincts and heart, or fact and logic?

How much respect do you have for authority?

What are your morals/ethics? Do you follow your moral code strictly?

How introspective are you, and how much do you self-reflect?

What event drastically changed your life? Do you resent that event, or are you glad of it?

How optimistic are you? Do you appreciate the smaller things in life?

Are you forgiving of yourself? How about others who have wronged you?

How do you deal with illness or pain? Would you soldier on with a broken arm or leg, or can a common cold put you out for days?

What is your fighting style?

Words or actions?

Are you the type of person who laughs when someone falls? Or would you rush to help?...or would you just walk past them with no reaction?

[ariydyiarl]

THE BEGINNING!!!!!! Let’s go and have fun!!!

(Sry for my English..)

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The sun was slowly setting over the Paris stadium as the crowd roared with excitement. It was one of the biggest games of the season, and you, Y/N, were lucky enough to have been hired as the photographer for the match. Thanks to the job ad. Nervousness tingled in your stomach as you soaked in the atmosphere and prepared your camera.(“I always wanted to be on a football game. Now I’m here, not as a fan but as a temporary worker.. I hope they want me to stay here.“)💭

Though you were shy, once you had the camera in your hands, you felt confident. Your love for football and photography blended into a perfect mix that kept you motivated. You loved capturing moments that vanished in the blink of an eye but were preserved forever through your lens.

The game began, and your eyes followed every step, every pass, and every movement on the field. Kylian Mbappé, Paris Saint-Germain’s superstar, was, as always, the focus of your lens. You had photographed him many times before, but each time it felt like you were experiencing his energy and passion anew.(” I need to focus on other player. I think I’m going crazy. Everyone would think that I’m obsessed with him. Since the first day there so much photos from him. That has to change!!😭”.)💭 And she tried to take less photos of him. Less photos but still existing photos.

Then, it happened in the second half. Mbappé charged towards the goal, surrounded by defenders. It was a risky move, but typical of him. But then he stumbled, and you saw it in slow motion—the collision with one of the defenders, the awkward landing on the turf, and finally, his face contorted in pain.

A shiver ran down your spine. The crowd fell silent for a moment as Mbappé writhed on the ground. The medics rushed onto the field immediately, and you knew you had to capture this moment, painful as it was. Your heart raced as you pressed the shutter, capturing the drama.

After what felt like an eternity, Mbappé was carried off the field on a stretcher. A sad, a very sad gaze on your face. You had never been good at hiding your emotions in moments like these. Maybe it’s because of Kylian..

After the game, which felt hollow without Mbappé, you packed up your gear. The other photographers and journalists were already rushing to the press conference, but you stayed behind, feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around and saw none other than Kylian Mbappé himself, leaning on crutches with a pained expression on his face, walking toward you.

“You’re the photographer, right?” he asked, his voice calm but tired.

🫨😮😳🫢🫣

Surprised, you nodded. “Yes, that’s me I think.”

“I’ve seen you on the sidelines often. You do good work.” He smiled faintly, and you felt your heart beat faster.

(“You saw me?me?how?when?why?…MEEE??WHY?”)💭

“Thank you” you murmured, your shyness nearly silencing you. “ I hope you feel better tomorrow” you said while pointing to his injury.

“Thanks! It’s not that bad actually. Bdw I just wanted to thank you,” he continued. “It’s not easy to keep going in moments like that, but you did. I admire that.” I also noticed that thanks to you I have the best pictures of myself that I could also post on Instagram😁”.

(“Oh noo. He noticed it🫠”)💭

You think what’s going on here. (“After the game, he goes straight to the looker room with his cute walking style… okay only on days when he has no injury. Why is this happening right now? He just comes into the crowd and talks to me?? He need to be rest instead of talking to me”)💭You are in your own thoughts.

You felt yourself blush, but before you could respond, he is smiling and spoke again. “You know, the photos you take are more than just pictures. They capture emotions, stories that might otherwise be lost. That’s a gift.”

(“Okay Kylian I get it 🥴”)💭

Honestly his praise touched you deeply, and for a moment, you forgot your shyness. “It’s my way of being part of the game,” you admitted. “I love football, and it means a lot to me to capture these moments.”

“It shows,” he said gently. “Maybe you could send me your photos from today? I’d love to see them.”

“Of course,” you said, your voice more steady. “I’ll send them to your manager.”

“Thank you, Y/N… a second please… my number you can send it to me” he said, and for the first time, he said your name. It sounded special the way he said it, and you couldn’t help but smile. And now! you also have his number🫢.

“Take care of yourself,” he said as he slowly turned to leave.

“You too,” you replied, watching him go.

“Wait..!”. He turns to you. “ How do you know my name?”. He just smiles at you and walks away quickly despite his crutches. Almost Mbappé speed despite his crutches!🌪️.

As he disappeared, you held your camera tighter in your hands. This was a moment you would never forget—not just because of the drama on the field, but because of the encounter with the man behind the superstar.

And maybe, just maybe, your story would continue in a way you never expected.

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[nothingleftofyou]

——— a grand welcome to the vieux carré, AMELIA MEARS. with a city as diverse as this, there’s a new threat on almost every corner. being a SLAYER might provide some protection but their biggest strength may come from being loyal to THE EMISSARIES. many see them as a KING which is why ISN’T IT LOVELY, ALL ALONE? / HEART MADE OF GLASS, MY MIND OF STONE / TEAR ME TO PIECES, SKIN TO BONE / HELLO, WELCOME HOME seems to fit them perfectly. whispers say they’re from the FUTURE. can it all be believed? just keep an eye on them and see if their true colors shine through.

tw up here bc it mentions flaying and thats icky

amelia mears was born to amy madison and warren mears alongside her twin brother. both parents named a child after themselves, ironically it would be the opposite child they'd grow attached to. the twin's birth at all was close to a miracle, or perhaps a curse. amy had brought warren sr back from the dead previously, however she hadn't been able to undo his cause of death. he had been flayed alive. so they twins grew up alongside a skinless father who could never go outside and looked akin to a nightmare. amelia was never scared of him, but warren jr always had been. at least until he was old enough to truly know otherwise.

maybe that was the start of the divide, or maybe it was just a product of innate instinct. warren jr was always drawn to magic, having a great capacity for the craft inherited from their mother. amelia did not, but she did have a mind for science. this created a closer bond to their father who taught amelia things she had probably been too young to learn (what little kid needs to know how to make a human type robot? amelia couldn't tell you).

it was at 13 years old that amelia activated as a slayer. for the first time they didn't feel so weak anymore, finally on equal ground to her brother, no longer in his shadow. her father's praise only incited amelia's motive to use her newfound powers. it was their father who taught that people looked down on them because of their minds, because they were special. it was for these same reasons that amelia felt a drawl toward wyatt's cause, the emissaries of the too-bright sun. humans hated the supernatural because they were different. better. special. there was no chance humans would ever accept them, and so amelia rejected them first. and if that made her 'evil' then so be it.

[devastatinglygreen]

Thank you for indulging my personal beef with that storyline 😜 I understood what they were going for in the S2 visit, I do, but so little good came from it that it just leaves me annoyed. Besides, it’s the reason Colin doesn’t see Pen at the Hearts and Flowers Ball and we know they have their cutest moments at balls! He couldn’t seek Pen out because he was busy being emo about someone living a comfortable life that he did nothing to save her from. The tragedy!

All this to say that I think that storyline did the greatest disservice or change to show!Colin from his book counterpart and any changes made this season pale in comparison for me. Luckily our babies are happy and in love and as a S3 enjoyer I guess I’m prepared to continue to praise the choices and only slightly bitch about the last two episodes. It’s like when you’re on the last section of your research paper and you realize you’ve got more you want to say than should go in one section but you’re reaching the max of pages allowed so you just put it all in and it somewhat works but you still pull out the A grade bc everything else was so strong.

oh no i feel you it's an annoying scene and plot arc overall because it really just reiterates what we already know about each of those characters by the end of s1.

we get it. one of them feels guilty and betrayed. one feels no remorse and never will. they were always going to be at an impasse.

penelope will always have been collateral damage to colin's character arc to keep him from being cuckolded.

the only one who benefits is colin (probably the point so that's fair) and he doesn't really do anything with it in regards to his personal relationships. if you told me that the s2 writers hated him, i would believe you, ha.

penelope is the biggest motivator of his character arc in s2 an every scene with any sort of tension in it ended with you feeling like someone just spit on your neck.

yeah, i feel like they had to do a lot of work to bring him back to a place of not only having been searching for something more but also being able to finally see it when he finds it. that's a pretty big distinction. colin doesn't really know what to do when penelope comes along and knocks him upside the head. he's a whole mess and i really can't see any version of s2 colin being ready for that.

also yes. a crime about that ball, she was so cute too.

oh yeah, the last two eps. feels like when i was throwing a birthday party for someone but also surprising them with something so they knew about half of it and the last hour was me running around, sweaty and almost crying from the pressure of trying to be done on time. i succeeded but i also may have died a little.

i'll still fight that they shouldn't have put the break in there, it made a lot of people forget a lot of important details that were crucial to the story in part 2.

[rise-my-angel]

Heart of the Great Wolf got me SOBBING bro, your writing is immaculate 🫡🙏🏼

PRAISE MAKES ME ANXIOUS

Do you like read more cus I put a read more on this one cus as per usual my response turned into this:

I am deadass so nervous because I am like 15 chapters written in advance right now, so everyone's being so kind about chapters I wrote like over a month ago and now I'm so nervously rereading my new ones worried they'll be disappointing.

What was essentially the Robb era of hotgw has come to an end, and we're about to enter the Jon era and a lot of my favourite parts of this series are in these next unreleased chapters. A lot of set up in the first 15 chapters has been building up to so much of what's going to start playing out and I can't help but feel nervous everytime yall are so nice. Because now I'm entering that prime era of:

"Remember when Game of Thrones was really good then it started going downhill and everyone ended up hating it?"

Now I'm looking at what is much more going to be more original not show/book dependent content and I'm like: WHAT IF THEY HATE IT WHAT IF IM JUST AS A DISASTER AS SEASON FUCKING 7.

Also I mean kudos to yall still sticking with it because this fucking series is so long. I just finished chapter 30 on Monday and I still am on what would be the plot equivalent of early season 7. I still haven't actually gotten to fucking winter yet. (Which to be fair plays out a lot different then the show so it's not going to be even comparable)

And the Jon era of the series starts having more flashbacks and other povs (granted typically those chapters are longer to make up for it), and a lot of scenes are what I call classic season 1-4 GoT scenes which are mostly just quiet dialouge that doesnt necessarily move the plot forward but are necessary for character development, world building, and narrative themes and foreshadowing.

That and I'm in the era of "Jon was fucking abysmally mistreated and miserable in the show by this point" so my Jon frame of reference is so skewed by bad characterization I'm worried he comes off as out of character. Whereas other characters I'm immensely proud of my work such as my character work for Theon Greyjoy, Selyse Baratheon, and Olly specifically. I really love the work I put into what I think was really bad late show (season 5 fof Selyse, season 6 for Olly, and season 6 - 8 for Theon) and yet I'm also finding writing Jon to come so naturally to me yet I'm worried I somehow will do worse then..

Also I start really cementing certain positions I hold now, especially in regards to hot topics such as my opinions about Jon being a rape victim of Ygritte, my opinions on the subject of dragons and Targaryean restoration, stuff about Robert's Rebellion I've purposely ignored, and I start including a very specific book plot ignored by the show and can only hope show only or show preferring fans will not get taken out of it for those plots being used instead of certain show ones.

I'm just really passionate about asoiaf and early Game of Thrones I always have been and finding the motivation to write 30 chapters of like an average of 11k each for a fic is insane to me and its baffling anyone still reads it let alone likes it.

But it's my favorite series I've ever done, I think about it pretty much non stop, all day everyday. If I'm not writing I am actively outlining and brainstorming and rewatching and re reading the show and books to make sure I have a grasp in this world and its characters in a fair manner. asoiaf/GoT was one of the biggest influences on my musing influences and direction as a fiction writer. It has always been more special to me then I've talked about (mostly because during its prime peak I was in high school and college and was not terribly active in fandom due to work load) and then when I got back into it it was after the final season and all anyone wanted to talk about was how bad it got. I look at the final 3 and a half (I think season 5 is mostly bad but Castle Black is a great storyline right up until the comedy that is dumb and dumber just ending the Baratheon storyline for good cus it was between writing Euron "Bick Cock" Finger in the Bum, or writing a real storyline for one of your moat interesting morally grey characters that was post blackwater Stannis) but I like figuring out why it's bad and where it could have taken those ideas to make them work and a lot of that meta became aspects of hotgw, and its essentially an extension of what I love about this series regardless of the bad.

This went on for a long time for no reason, JUST LIKE MY HOTGW CHAPTER LENGTHS-

[d3sertdream3r]

Loved your Saurondriel love analysis! I was wondering what are your thoughts on if Galadriel had chosen to follow Sauron would he go good again?

Thank you!! I'm glad that it made sense to you, I always worry that I'm not getting across what I'm going for when I type up things like that, lol. This is going to be another analysis, so strap in!

This question is super interesting to think about. What would the world be like if Galadriel had joined Sauron? There are so many possibilities and AU's waiting to be written on AO3 to answer that!

The way I personally see it, we have to be careful not to put the responsibility on Galadriel's shoulders. Sauron went back to evil because of him, NOT because of her. He was definitely hurt and offended when she rejected him and it made him really angry, but I don't like the idea that her rejection caused him to go evil again or that if she chose to go with him he would become a good person again. That absolves him of his own choices. Ultimately his path was up to him alone, as all of ours are. Outside influences have an impact, but we are the ones responsible for who we become.

From my perspective, Sauron was at his lowest point when he met Galadriel, and probably feeling like he could never achieve his goal of creating perfect order. That is what he's always wanted, and he sees the Valar and those that follow them as too self-righteous and hypocritical to do it right.

(Side Note: The Ring bringing out the worst in people has many reasons for doing so; the biggest of course is to get anyone that has it to return it to him should he be separated from it. I like the idea that at least part of it is to show The Good Guys™️ their dark side as a way of saying “This is who you truly are. You’re just as selfish and twisted as those you’re fighting against. You’re no better than me; you crave power, praise, and blood as much as I do. Your righteousness is a mask.” )

We all have our dark parts, but we have true goodness in us as well; Mairon the Admirable was Sauron’s true goodness. When he talks about healing Middle-Earth, he’s talking about what Mairon wanted: peace through perfect order. However, his version of peace could only be achieved by taking away the ability to make choices from those lower than the Valar and Maiar; hence why he wants the “power over flesh”. His original motivations were admirable as his name suggested, but his methods were far from it. He followed Morgoth because he believed that he was the only one willing to do what needed to be done to create a perfect world.

But over time, his quest for peace evolved into a power trip of control. His motivations became as selfish as his methods. After losing everything, he becomes repentant out of fear of what the Valar will do to him, but he still has that dark need for control nagging at his heart. Control over everyone and everything. The sad thing is, I don’t think he even realizes how dark his motivations have become in RoP. I believe he still thinks he’s doing what must be done for his idea of true peace. He thinks Galadriel would be of great help to him in getting there.

I think he WANTS to love her; he certainly wants her by his side. But he wants to control everything even more; including her. As I said before, truly loving her would mean putting her before his dark desires. When he had the opportunity to do that, he didn’t. He resorted to manipulating her friends, exploiting her fears, and leaving her to drown.

There was still a bit of Mairon the Admirable inside of him, a shred of light that surfaced after he lost everything and wasn’t sure what to do with himself. That’s what Galadriel latched onto when they met. Interestingly, I think her dark side was drawn to Sauron as well. They both have immense god complexes, fiercely passionate emotions, wills of steel, uncontrollable anger issues. They both feel broken and lost, and their searching for their own versions of peace. Their goodness and their darkness are communicating with each other as they bond. The writers and actors did an amazing job exploring that.

In Sauron’s mind, he may even think that he IS loving Galadriel by subjecting her to his control and manipulation. He believes he knows what’s best for her and everyone else in Middle-Earth. But true love, selfless love, doesn’t come with the weight of control.

The thing is, we know that Galadriel can be quite power hungry as well, and she says in Fellowship of the Ring “In place of a dark lord, you shall have a queen”. Not beside the dark lord, in place of. That’s an important distinction. She also said that “two rings will divide”. If she got a ring of her own and took her place beside him, I think they would’ve both become too corrupted by their dark sides and ended up battling each other for ultimate control anyway. It would be like a hurricane vs a volcano eruption.

TL;DR I don’t think he would’ve become good again if Galadriel chose to join him. As far as a romantic relationship, I don’t think Saurondriel could’ve made it work in canon even if he chose to become Mairon for any reason. Celeborn is still alive and I think Galadriel would stay loyal to him once she learned that.

I am excited to read all the fanfic about the two of them finding both holy and unholy ways to be together though! 😉😂

[daisywhatzittoyou]

So random thoughts as I try to sleep:

I’ll say at the top: I’m not the biggest fan of (Rottmnt) Splinter’s parenting. I don’t think he’s inherently bad, and I don’t think he didn’t try. But I do think he should’ve tried harder.

Now to get to my actual thought.

I’ve seen people around saying Raph didn’t parent his brothers because of flash backs in the series so this is an idea that might make both sides make sense.

What if at one point the brothers are playing loudly amongst themselves, and Splinter comes out to ask them to be quiet. He loved his shows even when they were young. So if they got too loud in the time he took for himself, he’d likely ask them to quiet down. I’m willing to bet this happened more than once with the rambunctious brothers. And kids have a unique ability in making things their fault.

While his brothers might have been too young to realize, I believe Raph would likely notice these times, and take them to heart. He’s probably been left in charge more than once too. He wears the ‘big brother’ badge with pride (though more burden as he got older)

So you scraped your knee? Raph will fix it. You had a bad dream? Raph is here for you. You wanna play with dad? No need to bother him, but brother Raph is here. And I think his brothers would be either intentionally or unintentionally taught to try and deal with their problems amongst themselves. Go to the biggest brother that isn’t busy. The biggest brother that’s closest. If you need something that you can’t do alone, you can do it together.

The sad part is I think the brothers might do this to make their father proud of them. To make him pay more attention to them. Look at me! Last time I got hurt I came to you and cried- but this time I took care of it all by myself! When we made a lemonade stand you helped us last time, but this time we were able to do it all by ourselves! But what Splinter saw was: they don’t need me. They can do things all on their own. I can sit and watch my shows or do whatever and know that my sons are safe and taken care of because they are so self reliant. This might make him proud of his boys, but it would pull away the attention they likely craved. Praise they used to receive will eventually die down. You’ve been able to do things alone for awhile now after all.

When someone who isn’t used to the pressure of something, and is given a way out of that pressure, they will take it. So when he looked at Raph, and maybe Leo he saw they could lighten his load, so he let them. Not knowing the true motive behind it.

I just think this makes sense because there is a small number of times that they ask Splinter for help. It’s always when they don’t have any idea where else to go. No alternative in mind. It’d make sense why Raph feels the big brother responsibility, and be partially parent-like at times. It’d make sense why Splinter might lay off most of the time and not question what they do. It can lead to things like insecurity, anxiety, emotional dissonance and why one might step up to help fill that void (Dr. Feelings).

While I don’t think Splinter deserves to be called the worst parent, he wasn’t prepared at all. The day he saw the boys they were turtles. Even mutated they didn’t speak, and with baby like mannerisms he might not have realized that they would grow into boys rather than pets. And when he realized this he didn’t leave them somewhere, he stepped up. He tried to help them live a relatively normal life and spend time with them. But once that pressure started to be taken off of him he leaned into it, hard. And when he leaned into that? Someone had to pick up that slack. And Raph, as the biggest brother, did it.

It’s ok if you disagree of course! I just was thinking about this hypothetical while trying to sleep.