#but I love him dearly he’s so damn pretty in good lighting

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Just two wood elves in love~

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how do you think a marriage between cregan and a lannister daughter would go?

love ur writing! keep up the good work <33

-Cregan Stark x LannisterWife!Reader

Synopsis: {Your Lord husband seems to be the only one who can calm you}

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This is an old request but thank you nonetheless// hope you enjoy my lovelies💕

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You were a comely girl, always have been so it was no surprise that the Lord Stark had taken an interest in you during his time in the Red Keep- in which you were sent by members of your house to try and get your family back into the good books of the people in the court.

A feat you weren’t so successful in, having been turned away by numerous people or called horrid things behind your back sometimes plainly to your face. Every day spent at court was a blow to your pride, and gods did it make you a bitter person.

Cregan Stark found entertainment in your company, through his blunt banter and snarky remarks the way in which you would come back at him with all your might. Before he knew it he was completely infatuated with you and made an offer you simply couldn’t refuse, leaving Kings Landing.

Sometimes you regret ever accepting the damn deal.

“Get any closer and you’ll set that pretty blonde hair of yours on fire.” His rough voice breaks through the silence from his place at the desk where he had been reading through a couple of letters.

You roll your eyes, shuffling closer to the flames that crackle and snap within the hearth just in spite at the sound of his chuckle. He watches you closely, marvelling at how the warm orangey light of the flames splay across your face making your hair glow like fine threads of golden silk.

“Perhaps if it weren’t so cold then I wouldn’t have to sit this close.” You huff, pulling his furs that you had stolen over your shoulders.

“Winterfell is built upon a hot spring, the castle is plenty warm you’re just looking for an excuse to whine.” He says and you can practically hear the smirk that tugs on his handsome face.

You don’t answer him, instead letting silence and the soft sounds of the fireplace overtake your shared bedchambers however your lack of response doesn’t deter Cregan from continuing.

“You should wear something warmer than silks and airy dresses, my sweet.” The words are laced with amusement, he leans forward on his chair, resting his elbows on his knees, searching your unimpressed expression with his dark eyes.

“And wear dull shades greys?… no thank you.” You tell him, not wanting to accept the fact that perhaps there was slight truth to his words, still not meeting his gaze.

“So you’d rather freeze for the sake of what? Fashion? Very smart of you.” He replies sarcastically. “Especially for a Lannister, quite impressive my love.”

Your head snaps over to his direction, glaring up at him with narrowed eyes as he all but smirks back at you. He never failed to rile you up, bringing you to a burning point only to leave you all frustrated or worse— when he touches you in such a reverent way that makes you feel like a goddess, you couldn’t help but completely bend to his will. You swear he takes joy in bruising your pride.

He reaches over, brushing a curl of your hair behind your ear with a tenderness that he’s only ever shown to you and somehow just like that your anger ebbs away like snow underneath a summer's sun.

But you wouldn’t succumb that quickly and so you shrug off his hand, turning back to the fireplace with a small huff and he laughs because he knows- despite your little show- that he has you right where he wants you.

Cregan stands up from his chair, making his way over to a much more comfortable one that sits in front of the grand fireplace— closer to you. Despite how much you both clash at times he loves you, ever so dearly. He had defended you countless times back in Kings Landing and Winterfell, against anyone who dared try to speak poorly upon your name. Not just because of his marriage vows or honour, but because he sees you as you are not the hardened women the years had made of you.

There was a warmth to you, he’d seen it in glimpses. The way you care for his son as if he were your own, how you have your maids bring two cups of tea- one for him and one for you- to sate his sweet tooth.

You push yourself up from the floor, trying to distance yourself from him but he’s quick to catch your hips in his big hands. With a wolfish grin, he tugs you onto his lap and you accept defeat, it was too tiring to fight a man so headstrong.

“I’ll warm you up if you’re still cold.” He mumbles gruffly, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you tightly against his chest.

The warmth from his study body melts away the tension between your shoulder blades and you can’t help but sigh in contentment, leaning against him as he tugs you impossibly closer to him.

His hands caress the curve of your hips, looking up at you with a lazy smile. “I am still a little cold, I wouldn’t mind.” You reply playfully, trailing your fingertips along his cheek in small patterns.

“Ah, there she is…” Cregan whispers, relishing at the sight of your smile that you try so hard to fight off.

“Yes, yes, marvel whilst you can, it won’t last long.” The words make Cregan chuckle, his hands mapping out the outline of your body, caressing along your ribcage.

“Then I shall marvel with all my heart.” He promises, pressing a kiss against your shoulder, then another to your jaw. The wispy hairs of his beard tickle your skin as he nuzzles against you on purpose.

A pleasured hum escapes you by accident and by the way he smirks against your neck you can tell he’s holding back some sort of snarky comment, instead choosing to savour this moment and the way you lean into his touch.

He takes his time, showering your shoulders in kisses- trailing his lips up to the soft curve of your jaw and pushing the furs that drape over your shoulders off until they’re sitting on the floor leaving you in just a thin silky dress.

“What’s gotten you in such a mood, huh?” Cregan asks, leaning back against the cushioned sofa to really drink in the sight of you perched upon his lap.

You shrug your shoulders, lacing your fingers with his own. “I feel out of place, more so than often.” The words send an ache through his chest, his brows immediately furrowing at the confession.

It wasn’t a new thing for him to hear, however, that never made it any easier. Cregan remembers the first night you arrived in the North, the tears— gods, you were inconsolable. He understood why, the place was far from home and the people were hardened by the cold weather and then there was you… the complete opposite in every way, that’s why he spent all night whispering words of comfort and holding you.

“Silly girl, come here.” He says, coaxing you to lay against his chest and without hesitation, you curl up into him, your head resting on his shoulder as his fingers brush through your silken hair. “I’d have no one else by my side except you, my girl, understand?” He whispers, pressing a kiss against your hairline.

You nod against his shoulder, melting against him with a small sigh. “Mhm, of course, I do.” Your words are muffled against the soft fabric of his tunic, the smell of firewood and leather clinging to him- it was comforting, like home.

Cregan tilts your head upwards slightly, his gaze softening as he admires your face. “Don’t doubt the place you have in my heart… ever.” He tells you with a loving tone, so soft and caring, before leaning down to steal a delicate kiss from your lips.

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[deviouz]

. . . soft dom!peter headcanons !!

soft dom!peter is truly attentive. he lives for your pleasure, always going out of his way to give you exactly what you need, no matter what. he knows each and every one of your erogenous zones are, where to poke and prod to have you keening high in the back of your throat.

“yeah? you want me to touch right here, baby? don’t worry, sweet girl, i’ll give you just what you need, yeah?”

soft dom!peter who can’t stand when you go out of your way to deliberately disobey him or act bratty. he just hates to deliver punishments, but what choice do you leave him when you bark out such unkind insults with that sharp tongue of yours? it’s almost like you want him to bend you over his lap and spank all of that attitude out of you.

“just couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, hm? god, i can’t stand seeing you cry, but i have to keep that attitude in check. now, don’t make this harder than it has to be and bend over.”

soft dom!peter who will sing you praise after praise until you’ve gone shy and whiny and feel light headed due to the blood rushing to your face. he’ll praise you at any given moment, whenever the mood arises, simply because he can, and he holds you dearly to his heart.

“there’s my sweet girl. you’ve been good for me today, yeah? ‘course you have, always so fuckin’ good for me. c’mere, baby, i think you deserve a reward.”

soft dom!peter loves how easily it is to get you all flustered and desperate for whatever kind of touch he’ll give you. he’ll get you all riled up, until your hips can’t help but move on their own accord, drooling cunt rubbing against his thigh like there’s no tomorrow. he’ll smile real sweet, hands dancing along your waist and hips, giddy at the thought of you coming undone yet yearning for more.

“c’mon, sweetheart, use your words and tell me what you want. aw, what’s wrong? is your brain too fuzzy to think clearly? poor thing, let me take care of you.”

soft dom!peter who holds your hands when he eats you out. tucked between two pretty and plush thighs, he’ll have you trying to push him away when it gets to be too much. you’ve already came three times, yet he hasn’t relented in the slightest. it’s almost like you can see his smirk as he peers up, face covered in slick and hair a mess.

“i think you’ve got one more in you, darling. you know i can’t help myself — you just taste too damn good, especially when you moan so prettily. be a good girl and give me another one, okay?”

likes + reblogs heavily encouraged and appreciated!!

[soapssuds]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo x Female ! Reader

Part 7 | not my wife

warnings | light smut, slight yandere!sukuna if you squint, yandere!gojo, sukuna calling y/n "sweetheart" and "lil lady", etc.

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

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GOJO SEIJI felt bile rise in his throat when y/n got married to someone that wasn't him. Everything was falling apart again.

"Looks like we're going to have to start over again," he muttered mindlessly to himself, blue eyes boring into the perfect wedding scene before him as y/n batted her eyelashes, lips plump and full as she closed her eyes-head titled up as Sukuna leant down and kissed her.

"I'm sorry?"

He glanced to y/n's mother who was standing beside him, a smile etching across his face as he waved her off, "oh, sorry, I was just saying how I was going to have to look for a new maid was all."

Y/n's mother nodded with a smile, "I'm sure y/n would be happy to help you look for one!"

"Yeah..bet she would, wouldn't she?"

Sukuna's hand cupped and groped at y/n's breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling her pert nipples.

He didn't want to admit it, but he reveled in how that bastard Gojo looked during the reception. Especially when he got to kiss y/n too. He just looked so fucking pissed.

Sukuna could also imagine how angry the prodigy must be too. How angry he must be fully knowing that Sukuna is getting to enjoy his pretty wife thats laying under him right now. Her (color) skin tinted into the darkest shade of red as her breath was heavy and quick, her chest heaving as she gripped the bedsheets below her.

"Su- sukuna~"

"Aw, needy already? I haven't even touched you that much."

He chuckled darkly as his knees dug unto her thighs to keep her planted to the bed. His hands roaming her bare skin as his fingers grasped and plucked at the waistband of her underwear.

His head bending forward a bit as he placed his lips on her neck, his teeth biting and sucking on her skin as he worked a mark on her.

She whined and lifted her hands, her grasp fixating onto his forearms.

"Suku- na, can we please just- just...," her lip quivered. She was scared. She couldn't go all the way yet. Yes, she married her best friend who she loved very dearly, but she wasn't ready. Not yet.

Sukuna, on the other hand, could read her like an open book and he relented. His knees moving to either side of her hips, caging her down as he bent towards her. His lips placing gentle kisses on her stomach, up between the valley of her breasts, along her neck and jaw, both her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her forehead, and finally back down on her lips.

"Such a cute lil lady, huh? Not ready, i'm guessing?"

She nodded, her arms moving to cover her breasts, causing him to lick his lips.

Damn, he wanted to devour her. Ruin her completely, but ... he could wait. Gojo couldn't touch her. If he did, his whole clan would fall.

"I'm sorry, Sukuna- I know.. I know this night was supposed to be special-"

"Stop that. You think I married you to fuck you?"

She blushed intensely at his blunt words.

"N- no"

"Good. want to know the real reason I married you then?"

He brought his hand up to her face, his fingers tracing small, light circles causing her to lean into his touch.

"I married you because I wanted to walk into a bar or tavern, see someone hitting on you and loudly declare Hey! Thats my wife! and punch them square in the jaw, knocking them out."

She deadpanned.

"Oh, and love too, I guess."

"Sukuna!"

She slapped his arm and was already giggling.

"Oh? Hitting me now? How rude, we just got married and you're already abusing me!"

She hit him again, but this time on his shoulder.

"Two can play at that game, sweetheart!"

"Sukuna, no! Stop!"

Her struggles were futile as he attacked her with tickles. Her body shaking under his merciless assault.

"Sukuna- stop-" she gasped "I'm going to pee, if you keep tickling me!"

She wailed and tried to curl in on herself but he wasn't having it.

It was safe to say that the two slept peacefully after that.

Gojo, on the other hand, was still angry over everything, but he was atleast relieved that the two didn't go all the way.

"Tch."

He left his secluded hidden spot. His feet taking him back home even though his heart and mind and soul were telling him to just go in there and take care of everything now.

But first things first.

He had to make sure that y/n loves him in all lives from now on.

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[onskepa]

Hello Halo Hello! I am here! As promised, MUWAHAHA!

And I have brought forth a Lo'ak x reader request!

(Be warned this is gonna be lengthy, cause I wanted the request to be clear, I hope you don't mind.)

(Backround for the request):

Instead of Neteyam dying or being the one shot, it was Lo'ak. Eywa had decided to bless Lo'ak a second chance in a way, by sending him to a past version of earth, during a time of trees and modern technology, but still a pretty damn healthy version of earth.

It's there, that as a human he fell in love with a lovely happy go lucky human gal and as years past even got to marry and have children with her, ten children to be exact soon to be eleven. (Jake would be Hella proud. 😏 lol)

The first to be born were the sextuplets! Six at once, eywa was it a miracle, to which he did not faint upon finding out. (He did) and one more two years later, and then twins three years after and then five years after that, their youngest child who would soon no longer be the youngest since the eleventh child was soon on their way.

He was truly filled to the brim with joy, but even at his most happiest, he missed his family dearly.

(The Request):

Lo'ak, after getting shot on that sinking ship, is then blessed by Eywa to have a second chance at life on a past version of earth. Years later Eywa sends him and his family back to Lo'ak's home world and timeline on Pandora in the body of Na'vi's.

His family comes to meet his Now birth family in Awatalu, (I have no idea if I spelled that right! I'm so sorry!) After a bit of a tense soon turned joyous reunion, the families come to meet for the first time and learn about eachother as they interact for the first time.

The children however, have a bit of a difficult time adjusting, but try to for the sake of their dad. Even his wife who is so open minded has a bit of a hard time, but loves seeing her husband so happy.

It's a bit difficult, but they try to adjust to this new adventure and life, cause Lo'ak seems so happy.

[Little extra notes for ya!]

I actually have some ideas for some characteristics on the kids if you wanna hear about em! And or if you have questions of course!

Thanks once again as always for reading my request hun, I hope this was okay! 💕(♡≧ 𓎺 ≦)=ъ ♡💕

okie dokie *cracks my knuckles* Sit down ya'll, this is gonne be a ride. Also, to keep my mind sane, I am cutting down the number of the children from 11 kids to 6.

P.S: This beautiful cover is done by none other than @quirkyhero !!! She has done an amazing job!

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Brace for imapact

Lo’ak sully was ready to die. After the constant mess he caused, from bringing his siblings to dangerous areas, to bringing his brother in a death trap. Lo’ak was ready to pay his deed by sacrificing himself instead of his older brother. Feeling the bullet hit a vital area on his body, lo’ak felt so much pain. He knew he was shot, and that he was not going to make it. 

So he jumps over the rail of the ship, letting his body go limp as it hits the water. The feel of the cool water surrounding him. His energy quickly draining. As long as neteyam lives, that is all it matters. So, smiling to himself, lo’ak lets Eywa take him in peace. Knowing that he did something good for once. 

“Llo….? ca…….ear….me?” 

There was a voice, it sounded distant yet loud at the same time. A massive headache kept hitting lo’ak. A bright light stinging his eyes, making the headache much worse. Trying to blink, letting his eyes adjust to what is in front of him. 

“W-what….?” he mutters out. Damn, does he feel the need to vomit for some reason. Is this how it feels after dying? Is that Eywa he sees…? Why does she looks so….human? 

“Hello??? Can you hear me??” the sound of fingers snapping next to his ear. Gently slapping his cheek, the person was trying to wake him up. 

“Eywa..?” lo’ak asks out loud. 

“Huh? What is that??” 

Now fully waking up, lo’ak sat up really fast. He looks around, it looks like he is at a beach? He lays on the sand. 

“Hey, you ok? Do you know where you are?” the voice became more clear, feminine. 

Lo’ak turns around and sees it's a human girl. She looked confused yet worried. 

“Hey, you ok in there? Found you washed up on shore, knocked out real cold. Were you surfing or something? The tides are pretty high these days” the girl kept on talking. 

But for lo’ak it was just a buzz. 

He looks down at his hands and legs. His skin is not blue. His stripes are gone. He has dark skin. 

He is human.

The girl didnt know what to make of the strange guy she found at the beach. The second he looked at his hands he began to freak out. Unconsolable and began rambling in a whole different language she has never heard of. She didn't want to call the cops as they might arrest him for probably wrong reasons. So where did she go next? 

Hospital. 

It was better than sending him to a mental one. They would have been worse than the cops. 

So that is where they currently are. The doctors examined him, taking tests, everything. 

“What is your name, young fella?” the doctor asks. 

The strange boy answers. “Lo’ak Te Suli tsyeyk’itan” 

What? 

“That is um….a unique name” the doctor compliments as kindly as he can. 

The strange guy looks nervous, looking down at his hands. 

“You can just call me lo’ak” 

Lo’ak…what a nice name. 

2005 

It has been 5 years since lo’ak arrived on planet Earth. However, as if it wasn't strange enough, he was sent back more than a hundred years in the past. It was less technology, still plenty, but not as much as the humans used in his time. The beauty of earth will always take his breath away. The air was clean, humans were more kind. Dare say, more peaceful. 

The young girl who found him, offered to stay with him until he managed to be independent. Went to the human school, it was…..interesting to say. The teens were beyond different than the na’vi teens, even spider. Trends to follow, pointless gossip, but entertaining. At least there were sports he can partake in like track and archery. Spent good years, made some decent friends. Lo’ak will admit he was somewhat popular because of how “cool” he looked, along with his name. 

Graduation happened, became an adult in the eyes of the humans. A man in the eyes of whom he likes to call his savior. The now young who found him. Sevin, a loving name he would call her. 

“A loving name my dad would say to my mom” he would say time to time when sevin asks what it means. Lo’ak used to talk about a tribe he was part of, his dad marrying a native. Sevin did some hard research, all about native tribes from all over the world, and not one came up with the name “Omatikaya” , a tribe lo’ak says he was born in. 

When nothing came about, in answering how lo’ak came to this world, he stopped mentioning it all together. 

And later on, he and sevin married. 

“Come on everyone! Let's find a good spot!” Lo'ak tells his family as they get out of their family van. 6 little heads all sprawled out from the sliding doors, all chatting at the same time. Sevin trying to tell something to her husband but even her shouts 

It was summer break and lo’ak thought the best way to start off a summer vacation is a beach trip. 

It honestly sounded so easy on paper than in reality. 

Having 6 kids is not so easy. Lo’ak doesn't know what is better or worse, all 6 children being born at the same birth? Or having them be in different ages thus being in different stages of life? Either way, he is thankful for his wife giving him such beautiful yet unique children. 

Every day, he secretly gives his thanks to Eywa. Though she might not be aware. 

“Wait wait! Litx! Moe’seykxel! Both of you stop it! Nifu stay there-wait, d-dad!!! Your children want to eat sand!” the eldest son shouts, ‘awve. He tries to separate his two young siblings from trying to beat each other. 

Lo’ak couldn't help but laugh so loudly. His oldest has become a stricter copy of his older brother. Shaking his head, he helps out. 

“Ay, let them. Sometimes it's ok for your siblings to fight it out” he says. ‘Awve huffs. 

“Besides, you stress too much. We are at the beach, a place to chill and relax. Worrying to death is my job, not yours” lo’ak goes on. 

Suddenly, there was a quick tug from his trunks, looking down he sees the youngest of his sextuplets. Bending down, he lets his daughter whisper in his ear. 

“Moe’ango is crying again,” Nifu says. 

She points over to see moe’ango crying large tears as he stands still, terrified of a little hermit crab. Who is just as terrified as the boy. 

A grin sneaks up to his mouth, yup, this is going to be a long beach day.

“Hubby! Look what I got~” sevin, the love of his life, the jewel in his eye, the light in his darkness, stands before him proudly waving around the ingredients to make smores. 

“Isn't it more for camping…? In the mountains…?” lo’ak asks as he grins as he raises his shoulders. 

His wife drops her smiles and is replaced with a frown. 

“Who said smores are only exclusive to camping? Camp police?” she asks. 

Lo’ak leans back, “yes” he replies sounding so confident. 

His face was then met with the plastic marshmallow bags. 

“Too bad! We are gonna make them, whether you like it or not” his wife says with a playful smirk. Knowing she won't change her mind, lo’ak gets the fire pit started. 

As he and his wife work together, they would glance over at their children, making sure they are safe while having fun. 

Sevin smiles warmly as she looks at her children, “hey, remember when we found out how many there were?” she asks lo’ak. He sighs silently. 

“How can I not? I thought I was dreaming”

“Is she ok?! Is my child ok?!” lo’ak asks in fear towards the doctor. His wife was in labor, it looked very painful which scared him to death. 

The doctor looked at him with a reassuring smile. 

“Yes, they are fine. In fact, you can come see them. They will be very delighted to see you” 

Lo’ak couldn't help but feel slightly suspicious with the tone the doctor said. His wife and child better not be in any form of danger. 

So silently he follows the doctor, leading him to the room his wife currently stays in. The door opens and a handful of nurses leave. All smiling and congratulating him, to which he is thankful about. 

As he enteres, the first thing he sees is his wife. Feeling excited, he quickly goes over to her and gives her the deepest kiss. She happily reciprocates. 

“Our child? Is it a boy or a girl?” he couldn't help but ask. His wife smiles nervously. 

“Yes” was all that was said. Making him feel confused. 

Sevin points across from her, lo’ak following her direction. 

Across the room he saw 6 little beds, and in them were 6 little babies. 

“We have sextuplets babe,” sevin says. 

The doctor smiles happily, “I bet you are feeling very excited, aren't you?” 

THUMP!!! 

Sevin and the doctor look over to see lo’ak passed out flat on his back. 

“Lo’ak?” 

“Remember? You were out the whole time!” sevin says as she and lo’ak laugh together at the funny memory. 

“Sextuplets, I see my kids everyday and I still can't believe it” she goes on, looking out as her kids play in the sand, crafting whatever they want. 

“What can I say? I got a magic d-” 

“Mellow time!” 

Sevin shoved a big marshmallow in lo’ak’s mouth, making him choke in the instant. 

“We are in public!” she scolds. 

Lo’ak chewed the sweet treat, but before he can say anything, he noticed something. Making sevin turn too. 

Nifu was getting a bit too far into the sea for their liking. Quickly they get up as they notice their other children follow suit. 

“Hey hey! What did we say about going too far? Come back!” lo’ak shouts as he and his wife run towards them. 

“But dad! There is something in the water! Something shiny!” hawne says as he points at whatever he is looking at. 

“It looks like a big light bulb!” litx says. 

“Oooooh!! I wanna touch it!” 

All of the 6 siblings go father, making their parents panic. 

“KIDS! STOP!!” sevin screams. Both of them reach the water, desperately trying to reach them. But just as they were about to, some force yanked them down into the water. Not just lo’ak and sevin, but also the 6 children. The entire sully family were yanked down in an instant. Silence was all that was left. 

The soft sounds of the ocean were heard, starting distant at first, but when lo’ak was slowly gaining consciousness, the sounds became louder. Slowly opening his eyes, he finds himself at the beach…? But the beach looked different. Somehow. 

How long was he out-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!” 

Hearing a high pitched scream, he gets up and looks over to see…

A na’vi child? 

Wait. 

Na’vi? 

NA’VI!!! 

Looking down at his hands, he sees his hands are blue! With stripes! Holding his hair, his braids are back! His kuru and tail! He was ba-

“WHAT IS THIS!? GET OFF GET IT OFF!!! WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!!” the na’vi child continued to scream. Panicking. 

The other children began to look at themselves and began to freak out. All screaming and crying. The other adult na’vi, who is also freaking out, was screaming. Lo’ak doesn't know what is going on but somehow he is back to pandora. His family with him. 

“Ssshhhhh its ok, its ok, sevin, sevin look at me” lo’ak tries to calm down his wife. She tries to fight back. 

“Dont touch me!! Who are you!?” 

“Sshh, its me! Lo’ak!” 

This stopped sevin for a moment, taking a good look at him. Taking in the details. 

“Lo’ak…? Is that really you?” she whispers….

He takes in the details of his wife too. Having the traits of omatikaya. Her eyes now astonishing golden color, like that of the sunsets. Her stripes beautifully decoration her body. Her hair is now black but the style has remained the same. 

“Yes, yes it's me” lo’ak nods happily. 

“If that is you…then does that mean they are…” sevin looks over at the still panicking children. 

“Yup, we better calm them down” 

“Na’vi….we are na’vi…?” ‘awve asks, still playing with his tail. 

After long hours of exhaustion from crying, lo’ak managed to explain to his family what they are now. It was very hard for them to accept their new looks. Lo’ak can tell a few of his kids still cant believe all of it is real. 

“Na’vi….omatikaya. You are from this world….how did you get to earth?” sevin asks, Her memories playing back to the day she met him. 

“I have no idea” lo’ak answers honestly. 

“So…..what do we do now? Still doesn't help that we are in some island” litx says as she points to the forest behind them. 

Very true. 

“One thing left to do. Explore, see if there is any fruits we can find” lo’ak suggests. 

“Food….what can we eat exactly??” moe’ango asks. Feeling his tummy rumble. 

“Whatever we find, I will tell you if it is edible or not” 

With that, they all huddled close, holding hands as they make their way into the forest. 

It was deathly silent. Getting used to your old body sure is odd. Trying to recall his hunting methods and skills. Lo’ak would refuse to admit but he is clearly rusty. Which is not good, not knowing what kind of animals lurk within the small forest. What is dangerous or not. 

Not only that, he fears they might come across another na’vi. Something he dreadfully does not want to do. 

“Dad, nifu wants to know how much longer?” moe’seykxel asks in a whisper. 

“We can take a break if you want but we have to keep going-” 

They all fell into a pit. It was a trap! 

The kids began to scream. Their sounds alert someone nearby. 

“We caught them!” an unknown voice was heard. 

Illuminating torches were seen, getting closer, and then looking down at the family were na’vi! Lo’ak immediately knew these na’vi. They were of reef. An idea quickly popped in his mind. Perhaps they know of the Metkayina clan! 

Luck was never on lo’aks side. 

The reef na’vi tied him and his wife but not his kids thankfully. But were being watched carefully as they are lead deeper into the forest. 

“We are not dangerous! We dont know where we are!” lo’ak tries to tell the warriors in na’vi. Speaking english for so long, his accent was clear as day. It doesn't make him look good. The warriors might think he is a dreamwalker. 

The warriors ignore him. 

At what seems the end of the forest, more light was seen. And more reef na’vi were also seen. Torches and fire pits illuminating the grounds. 

This is good and bad. 

“Dad! Who are they!?” one of his kids ask. 

“Lo’ak what are they gonna do to us!?” sevin asks loudly. 

“Lo’ak?” 

A voice in the gathering crow was heard. The reef na’vi make way for another na’vi. This one however, was not reef. 

Her skin was dark blue, matching lo’ak and his family. 

“Do I know you…?” lo’ak asks. The girl did seem familiar. 

“Oh my eywa….it is you! Lo’ak! Its me! Tuk!” tuk finally says as she hugs him. 

Tears of joy fall from her eyes. 

Did he hear that right? 

This grown woman, is tuk? His baby sister? 

“YOU’RE A WOMAN!?” 

Word reach to the sully family. Quickly they all ran towards the main gathering area of the village. Tonowari told them that someone claims to be their long dead son. 

Neytiri had to see for herself. Not caring if she isnt as fast as she used to, but she has to see. 

Following was jake and their other children. 

“Its him right? How is he alive??” kiri asks. 

“I dont know, but we have to check this out” jake answers rather fast. 

Seeing the large crowd, the people made a path for them. There in the center was tuk. Who was cooing, coddling, poking, and hugging 6 na’vi children. A femal adult was looking at tuk with wide eyes and extreme confusion. 

“Mom! Dad! Look! Its lo’ak! He came back! I told you didnt I? I told you he would come back” tuk shouts happily, pointing at a forest looking na’vi. 

Jake looked into the young man’s eyes. It was instant. Jake knew, that was indeed lo’ak. His son whom everyone thought, died in the space dragon ship. The son he and his family mourned for years. He is back. 

“Lo’ak…?” neytiri whispers. Tears ready to fall. 

He smiles, “h-hi….ummm….Im home….with my family…” 

Kiri and neteyam look over at the 6 kids tuk was cuddling over. 

“You did not waste any time huh brother?”

Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! NGL, it was pretty tricky to write it. Even now I have some doubts in the finished work. However, hopefully you all liked this one! Until next time! See ya!

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1: ‘awve = first, ordinal [top left]

2: hawne = soft of an object [top right]

3: litx = blade [sharp] (middle right)

4: moe’seykxel = strong, confident [both emotionally and spiritually] [middle left]

5: moe’ango = soft sound [bottom left]

6: nifnu = silent [bottom right]

[innocent-artery]

One Hell Of a Present

1.4k words

Summary: You intended on giving Steve a great birthday gift, but he has something else in mind.

Pairing: boyfriend!Steve Harrington x reader

For the sake of avoiding spoilers, extensive warnings will not be given. This story includes sexually explicit material, reader discretion advised.

While reading, I recommend listening to the altar is my hips, a spotify playlist by me!

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As quietly as you could, you pressed the door until it clicked shut. Steve's apartment was small, a mixture of intense tidiness and intense disorganization. You supposed that was the result of his living with Robin, who you loved dearly but thanked God wasn't home.

Today was Steve's birthday, and you'd snuck into his apartment this morning, deemed the most skilled distract-the-birthday-boy-while-everyone-else-sets-up-for-his-surprise-party person (hence Robin's absence). Being Steve's significant other, you were the obvious choice (Eddie had to hold his hands over Dustin's ears before making a certain joke).

It was quiet, aside from your muffled footsteps on the carpet, soft snores coming from down the hall, and the crinkling of the plastic bag in your hand. A warm, breakfast-y smell wafted around the kitchen, complimenting the warm light spilling in from the living room window.

You began to set up shop, moving around your boyfriend's home as quietly as possible. You were quite familiar with his kitchen cabinets, but it still made you wince when the plastic forks squeaked as you pulled two from the box.

"JESUS CHRIST-"

The abrupt sound made you jump, spinning around quickly after to find a certain Harrington boy with eyes like saucers, a ping-pong paddle in one hand, and a wild case of bed head that, despite the number of times you've seen it, never failed to make you laugh.

"You're going to kill me with a ping-pong paddle?" You eyed him up and down, gaze resting on the wooden paddle.

Steve just watched you for a moment, clutching his heart and heaving a dramatic sigh. "Don't do that! I could have hit you with this!"

You shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time."

He looked down at the paddle, brows furrowing. "But we don't use this one."

You chuckled, carding a hand through his untamed locks. "Better go get this mane of yours perfectly coiffed before breakfast."

Steve pulled your hand away and used it to tug you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "It is always perfectly coiffed. I don't know what you're talking about." Nonetheless, he waddled down the hall into the bathroom.

You didn't see Steve for a time that would be teetering on the edge of concerning if not for your having been dating the guy. When he came trotting into the kitchen, still in sweatpants but smelling much cleaner, he immediately made a beeline for you. His ever-curious hands didn't take too long to find your waist, stroking up and down your sides, and his chin fell to your shoulder, peppering kisses along the way.

"Mm, this all for me?" He rumbled.

"Yep. Good thing it didn't go cold." You teased, bringing the styrofoam boxes to the living room and setting them on the coffee table. "What're we watching?"

And so the two of you fell into your normal routine on his days off, lazing around on the couch, watching films and generally enjoying each other's company.

After the food had been long gone and the sun had climbed far into the sky, you were still sat up under his arm, but your attention wasn't on the television. You were watching Steve, examining his features. His eyes, tired but still fixated on the animation, hair, for which he was so famously named, jaw, that was so damn smooth. He was so pretty.

Which is why you had to run a finger over his cheek to see if he was real.

He turned to you. "Hey."

"Hey. You're pretty."

"Well thank you." The compliment swelled Steve's heart more than he would admit. He was often called handsome, hot, et cetera, but never pretty. Not until you came along.

Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead, then another, then down to your nose.

"You," kiss- "are" kiss- "the" kiss- "best" kiss. The last one was held for emphasis. Slowly he had turned to face you, hand on your thigh and other on your hand, which was on his (bare) chest in an attempt to stop the frenzy of kisses.

Steve let out a content hum, nose touching yours. As if his adoration had been spent on the kiss attack, he pressed yet another to your lips, firmer and full of love. You smiled into the kiss, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his neck, keeping him close.

Somewhere along the line, the lazy, sweet make out session had turned into your sitting on his lap, breathing sighs into each other's mouths and grinding lazily, hands roaming around for purchase until you found yours on the very, very prominent tent pitched in his sweats.

Steve let out a low groan when you began palming him, lost in the feeling of your touch that his eyes fell shut, head tipped back and jaw slack to let free the sighs and pants from his chest that dampen your underwear.

You stood slowly, adjusting your position so that you could kneel in front of him, his legs spreading automatically for you, welcoming you. You reached with a free hand to tug his sweatpants down, but you were interrupted by his voice saying, "woah, what-what are you doing?"

You looked up at him, a twinge of confusion in reaction to his own. "Well, you're the birthday boy. I figured you deserved to be the center of attention." You sat up, hands running up his thighs and face right up to his. "Since you're so good to me, I ought to return the favor, hm?"

Steve, to your shock, chuckled, shook his head a bit, and used a hand to push you onto your back. Your legs flopped forward from under you, unable to be folded under your weight. Steve held your ankles, standing and turning you around.

"Steve! What are you-"

But your question became abundantly clear when his face was leveled with your hips.

Oh.

"Thought you'd figured this out by now, baby." Steve's fingers toyed with the ends of your shorts, walking them up the side of your hip until it reached the buttons. "I like taking care of you."

The pants were being pulled from your body, underwear not long after.

"And if it's my birthday, this is exactly how I prefer to spend it." Steve began littering kisses along your thighs, reaching higher and higher.

"Right" kiss- "between" kiss- "your" kiss- "legs". His tongue, ever so bold, licked a stripe over your cunt, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

"Taste so good, baby, always taste so good. Dunno how this pussy always stays so sweet," Steve's praise was muffled as he was delving into you, tongue reaching into your hole and making wet noises that filled your ears. Just hearing him go down on you was a turn on, creating a loop of pleasure that you certainly couldn't complain about.

Steve's large hands palmed your thighs, rubbing over them, reaching to your ass and squeezing, roaming all over your lower half with such love and adoration it made you want to cry. Steve was always so loving with you, always ravished you and made sure you experienced star-seeing pleasure, and this morning was far from the exception. His nose pressed against your clit, making small circles in rhythm with the motion of his tongue burying between your lips that had your back arching off the floor in the blissful high that was pummeling closer and closer.

Steve, ever so keen to your body's reactions, took notice of your approaching orgasm. His hand, though sad to leave their home on your ass, moved to slot in under his chin and press a finger into you, replacing his tongue so it could work your clit, sucking and kissing and lapping at it like he'd been too long deprived of water.

When it hit, it hit like a train. Your mouth fell open and the sounds coming from it were sweet melodies to Steve's thigh-covered ears. He slowed his motions, drawing the moment out for as long as possible, until your moans became quieter, replaced by gasps, and the shaking of your legs turned into jolts.

When your eyes had opened- you couldn't remember when they had clenched shut- your gaze met Steve's, and the sight of him was downright sinful. A dreamy look on his face and a huge, dopey grin with slick smeared from his mouth to his chin.

"Hey." The cocky smile that took over your boyfriend's face made your head fall back in laughter, covering your face in a sudden burst of embarrassment.

You heard Steve shift up to sit on his knees, hands still on your thighs. "That was one hell of a present baby, how many more've you got in ya?"

~

[chiiyuuvv]

• PAIRING — childhoodbestie!hunter x fem!reader

• GENRE — huntys down bad, pinning, kissing

• WORD COUNT — 939

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — little smth smth i wrote for my friends but DAMN did i write the hell out of that like its so good. I wrote that?? Naur. Also also i suggest listening to 20cm by txt bc the feels and also the fic is heavily influenced by it so id read the translations if i were you yeah okay i go back to writing Also also pt 2 if yall want more suggestive hunter gimme a plot damn it

• TAGLIST — @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101 , @soul-is-a-strange-kid , @the-lemon-boy , @yuniniverse , @hunchan444 , @s00buwu , @cherrycolaberry

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The two of you running hand and hand through the school corridors of your elementary, running to the playground after wolfing down your lunch. You pat hunters head as you were taller than him, his eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at you.

Now hes looking down at you, a hand still intertwined with yours as the other holds your waist, swaying you back and forth with a gentle smile on his face. The warm lighting of the highschool prom colors his face well.

His newfound awkwardness almost as tall as his height, you were a little shocked that he asked you to dance. His voice deeper and the pink tint complimenting his cheeks, he avoids your eyes, a hand scratching the back of his neck.

Hes been avoiding you lately, his sentences always studdered and the air suddenly heavy. But maybe he was too busy thinking about you that he didnt notice his actions. As you grew older and older, he found this desire to hold you, tickle your chin, just be with you in general.

Maybe thats why his heart skipped a beat when he saw you in that beautiful red dress, his mind going back to your middle school days; how he would help you to a book that was placed on highest shelf, his doe eyes looking down at you. He felt this nervousness he never felt before, pressing the book against your chest before asking you to lunch. Why was he so shy?

You grew up so well, your hair flowing and your eyes slightly bigger. A pretty smile always on your face and your brain expanding daily. He admired you from afar, from up close, anywhere he could find you.

And now that hes older, he tries changing himself to be man you desire; someone whos easy going, but takes your feelings very seriously. It was kind of easy, since hes known you for so long. But doubts still run through his mind, questioning if he'll be with someone that'll ever be as good as you. He needed you.

But when you slip your hand into his, his thoughts wash away, his heart thumping and his adams apple bobbing. God, you were so pretty. It was a little silly about your affect of holding his hand; you've done it ever since you were little, your habit of giving him soft head pets and teasing him for his shortness.

But now you cant reach his head, a smirk quipped on his face whenever its his turn to tease you. He loves the way you would pout, dropping your pretty bottom lip while thinking of a comeback to his insult. He wanted to kiss the pout off of your lips.

And how pretty you looked when you smiled, your sweet laughter ringing in his ears. He wished he could record it, playing it whenever he missed you dearly, even if its been a couple hours. Thats probably the reason why he was staring at you so much tonight, his eyes never leaving yours as he sways you back and forth, content and love in his expression.

He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, muttering the words "so pretty" as his mind took mental pictures of you, how your dress was hugging your body so well, and how you were looking up at him, filled with so much fondness that he could melt.

He never wanted to forget this moment, the smell of your shampoo covering his nose as he softly kisses your head, something he always did to comfort you. Watching as your eyes fluttered close, he couldnt take it anymore, his hands leaving yours and your sides and cupping your cheeks, his thumb rubbing on your skin.

"Can I.." he whispers although you could hear him perfectly, his heart catching up with his staggered breaths as he continues to stare in your eyes. "..take one more inch?" He always felt like he was so close but so far, like if you let go of his hand you would land in someone elses, a small, tiny jealously burning inside of him, and the selfishness to keep you for himself, that you were his, he was yours. 

After what feels forever, you let out a soft nod, hunter taking one step, then another until hes hunched over at your level, his hands gently lifting your head to place his plump lips onto yours. He does it with so much care and precision that it leaves shivers down your spine, hunter breaking the kiss to stare into your soft eyes.

Then he leans in again, his eyes fluttered closed as he feels the world stop, the soft music fading and the light murmurring of the other students and their partners disappearing. What mattered was you, he was only thinking you, he needed you, he needed you to be his, he needed to kiss you repeatedly.

His lips move in a soft pace, savoring the flavor of your vanilla bean lip bomb; a small sigh leaving his lips as you lightly tug his hair, your small hands playing with it. He finally breaks the kiss, his cheeks painted pink again as his hands that cupped your face was sinking down to your waist. Your arms around his neck as his eyes were still fluttered shut, swaying your body back and forth as little shivers leave his being.

His eyes open to finds yours staring at him fondly, studying his facials and a small smile on your face. His doe eyes, squishy cheeks, and plump, light pink lips making you melt. He wanted to cherish you forever.

[himboskywalker]

Thank you so much for these many recommendations, i will definitely read some of them. I finally ordered lord of the rings, always wanted to do it but I finally did it.

I would love a separate rec list of less new books and overall classics. If you have the time of course. I always have a hard time finding new books for myself or to gift to other people.

Sure! And I'm ecstatic to hear you bought lotr! Another one to be welcomed into my fold! This list is decidedly less organized, but here's a list of more classic/ older works I always recommend or gift to people.

Anything written by our beloved Neil Gaiman. He's most well known, especially in this sphere, for "Good Omens" cowritten by Terry Pratchett, and rightfully so. If you've never read anything by either author, it is absolutely worth the hype, and even if you've watched the tv show, it is so incredibly funny and wonderful. "American Gods" is also phenomenal and very well known from its tv show now, but my personal favorite of Gaiman's is "Anansi Boys." No one does urban fantasy like him, and his works will always be the gold standard for me for this genre.

The Discworld series by Terry Pratchett. There's 41 books in the series so it's a mighty undertaking, I myself haven't gotten through all of them yet, I think I have about ten books left. They are so wonderfully funny and philosophical and witty. I don't recommend reading the books in the order Pratchett wrote them, rather there are collections in the series you'll want to read in order. The Death collection and City Watch books are my favorites but there are many more than that you may like better.

"The Princess Bride" by William Goldman. This is one of my favorite books of all time and while the movie certainly gets the vibe, it's a whole different animal. It's just so incredibly funny and fun and smartly written, and I've given it to many family and friends for Christmas and birthday presents.

"The Lies of Locke Lamora" by Scott Lynch. This is commonly regarded as a fantasy genre must and I often vehemently disagree with what's considered a "classic" but I have to side with the powers that be in the lit community on this one. It's just damn well written and character driven in the exact kind of way I love in stories. If you start reading it and think "oh look morally gray thief characters doing a heist" just remember, Lynch published it in '06 and pretty much wrote the template for everyone who has copied him since.

Anything by Ursula Le Guin although I read the "Earthsea" series first and would recommend starting there as well. She just really is that bitch, it doesn't get better written or more observant of life than her. Outside of Tolkien I don't know if there's anyone I admire more as an author than Le Guin. Her prose are not only stunningly gorgeous, but line after line after line hits like a sucker punch to the side of the head for how she makes you see life and yourself in new ways. “Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky.”

The Redwall series by Brian Jacques! I love them so dearly, they're fun and beautifully written and full of adventuring that only forest animals with swords are capable of. I do recommend reading them in order, or at least the original "Redwall" before you dive into the rest of the series, but "Taggerung" is my favorite.

This is a more divisive rec nowadays but Kurt Vonnegut. If you read "Slaughterhouse Five" in school and hated it I don't blame you, it's not my favorite of his and not what I urge people to look to if they want to fall in love with him like I did when I was a teenager. My favorite Vonnegut is "Sirens of Titan" and "Breakfast of Champions." Do look at content warnings for "Sirens of Titan" and I've seen a lot of vitriolic reviews of the book in recent years by younger readers, but I absolutely think it's worth the read and the shining glorious example of what I mean when I say protagonists aren't meant to be liked or morally right.

And speaking of squicky divisive recs! May I tell you about our lord and savior of "oh god I don't know if I can get through this" Margaret Atwood? Most people know her for "Handmaid's Tale" but I first read "Oryx and Crake." Seriously, read the content warnings, but Atwood is known for writing the best of speculative sci-fi for a reason.

Anything by Octavia Butler. My intro to her was through "Bloodchild" which I highly recommend, and I think is the perfect introduction to her brand of unnerving brilliance. She is most well known for "Kindred" and rightfully so.

"Perfume" The Story of a Murderer" by Patrick Suskind. It's weird, by god it's weird, and it's one of my absolute favorite "classic lit" novels. In 18th century France a weird little freak of a guy with a super sense of smell winds up murdering a bunch of people to make perfume. It's fantastic and the quintessential, I will not morally justify this, but boy am I enjoying reading about this little creep.

"Trainspotting" by Irvine Welsh. I also love "Filth" and "Porno" by him. I think Welsh is brilliant at characterization, especially when most of his characters are morally bankrupt and terrible. But what he does best is make you feel for these characters who have often put themselves in these terrible positions. They're just people, and life is shitty, and I don't think anyone writes that better than Welsh.

"The Things They Carried" by Tim O'Brien. O'Brien made a career of writing fictionalized recounts of his time in Vietnam. I love everything he's written, he is one of my favorite modern lit authors, but "The Things They Carried" is his best known work and what I first read of his. It's brilliant and beautiful and sad, and it was the first time I ever had to put a book down and read in chunks because it affected me so emotionally.

Cormac McCarthy, any and everything he has ever written. He's best known for "The Road" of course, and it's certainly worth the read but "Blood Meridian" is my absolute favorite of his. His stuff is brutal and wry and full of the dry irony that only the bleakness of reality offers, and by god is it well written.

And finally I'll leave you with a single nonfiction recommendation. I try to keep those minimal when I know that's not usually what people are looking for when they ask for reading recs. But since I'm giving a list of books I have often gifted, I can't NOT include this one. "Man's Search for Meaning" by Victor Frankl. I read this at 18 and it had a profound impact on how I think and view life. Any time someone I love has gone through a difficult time I've bought them their own copy.“For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth - that Love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.”

[pearldog30]

Red lighting suits You.

I'M BACK BITCHS!!!!! Soo I know I've been gone for a while, I've honestly lost all creativity to write. but I'm forcing myself back! (no I have not lost the love for the fandom, I still love it dearly. I'm just too lazy.) and so you know what! as my own little birthday present to you guys y'all are getting a hesh sumt that was requested by the lovely @alexkellersleg

And also because there's nothing on him y'all are slacking on my boy

David Walker x f reader

18+

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| praising, fingering, kissing, sumt.

And there you were.... Laying in front of a mirror as dark red lights were illuminating everything around you. Opening your eyes once again, as you recover from your orgasm that had just left your body a few seconds ago. looking into the mirror in front of you your legs spread, soaking wet pussy on display right for hesh to stare into. as you laid against him trying to catch your own breath, you could feel the beating of his heart against your back, as if he just got done running a marathon but no... Ohhh if only that was the case! But it never was. He was propped up behind you, as you sat in his lap. his arms wrapped perfectly! Around your body. as he quietly whispered into your ear praising how good you look for him, "oh my girl.... My pretty girl" he moaned lightly into your ear, causing you to moan out from yet another praise.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your body beginning to shake in response feeling his hand meeting your puffy, wet clit again. You were only about to be on your fourth orgasm. but you were already so, so over stimulated. Feeling his massive, rough, hand slowly beginning to rub circles into your clit once again. causing you to try to move his hand away, but once again! you were too slow. taking his other arm and wrapping it around you completely, so you couldn't move. you were just forced to sit there and take it. "Come onnnn.... please give me another. I've missed you. oh so, so much." He begged. his hot breath hitting your ear, as he looked up into the mirror watching your body squirm, as you pathetically moaned, the dark red lights of the room hitting the curves of your body perfectly.

You couldn't denied the fact that you didn't miss him either. you did! you missed him like hell. But one thing you did not miss.... was how needy, and greedy he could be at times. And this... Well this was one of those times.

"baby... your sooo fuckin wet for me... Godddd....." He gruffly moaned again. lightly biting your neck, continuing to leave his love marks all over you. You tried to arch your back to get away from him just so you could have a small breathing break. but you couldn't, no matter how badly you wanted too... forcing to feel his throbbing, wet, bare cock against your inner thigh. him continuing to rub ever so lightly, slowly getting faster, just to edge you on and make you beg for it. And yet he has not touched himself once! you could feel his pre-cum dripping down his cock. making a mess on your left inner thigh.

"ba-be..... Pls... I- I can't" you cried out begging for him to give you a break. as you felt the fire sensation slowly creep back up again. "Please give me another one!" He moaned back again. as he took a break from your clit, slowly going down to finger you. stretching you open with just 2 fingers, causing you to moan deeply. him being away for so long he had to prep you in some way, or another. Because well... he loves you, and he wanted to make it easier for you to take all of him at once, from how impatient, and needy he can be. "Fu-ckkk" you cry out, feeling him quickly pull his fingers in and out of your cum soaked hole. Looking down you could feel, and see the veins popping out of his arm. from the quick work he was making.

Yes he may have been behind you, but that didn't stop him from somehow perfectly hitting your g-spot. And damn, did he make sure he hit it! And abuse it "MHMM... AHH" you moaned loudly. as you felt your orgasm coming on again, your head falling back, resting on his shoulders. "Ple-aseeee...." You said through heavy breath. as he unwrapped his arm from around you, to just forcefully grab your tit, and start playing with it. And when he did you felt his cock beginning to twitch against your leg more, practically hitting your worn out pussy. And that seemed to be the thing that push you closer to the edge, the feeling of his warm, hard, desperate cock for you, hitting you. was the thing you craved most. He continuing to finger you until you came undone on his fingers. "I- I'm clo-se.. baby....." You practically cry out. slowly arching your back, but this time without him forcing you against him.

"please.... Ple-ase c-cum fo.. for me... Fuck! " He moaned out through a Sob. just as you're about to cum. he forcefully squeeze your nipple between his fingers, biting down hard on your neck as well. causing you to scream from pain, and pleasure. as you try to jerk your hips upwards into his hand to ride out your orgasm. "FU...CKKKK IM I'M... CUMINNN" you screamed out, as you felt tears fall down your face. Completely being fucked out of your mind, you heard him sucking on his fingers. you turn to see that he was sucking your cum off of his fingers, even though the room was kind of dark you could see the light smiled he give you. "You know... You taste delicious babe" he said with a loud mouth pop of his fingers, before he gave you a goofy smile, Which just made your heart flutter.

"STOPPPP" you said with a blush, as you tried to cover your face with your hand. You tiredly beginning to rest against him, but when you did. you felt his entire stomach was soaked, making you confused. You slowly turn around to see that he had came as well, at this point your heart was melting at the fact that this man was so in love with you, just seeing you in pleasure was enough to make him cum. You saw there was a light blush to his cheeks at how embarrassed he was. But to you it was probably the most adorable sight. "Oh, oh my love..." You said with a smile, as you leaned up and lightly placed your hand on his chin, kissing his lips. tasting your own cum in his mouth, you could feel him moaning into the kiss.

"you know... Red lighting suits You" he says with a chuckle trying to be romantic, but it came out more corny. But you could honestly care less. From how adorable he looked. his messy hair, with a practically fucked out look on his face. (and you didn't even have to fuck him, that's how in love this man is with you.)

And that's going to be the end for this. I know it wasn't that long and I feel awful for it but I'm trying to get back into the groove of things. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing for it. because let's be honest! our hesh boy needs some love. As always I hope you all enjoyed this, and I hope you are having a good day/night wherever you are. Reblogs, comments always appreciated 🖤

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[xx-scene-queen-fangz-xx]

We can live like jack and sally if we want 

AN: Fine…. I made a part 2. Shout out 2 @m1k3yrr3v3ng3 ur my homie 4eva!!! (ps: if ur a swiftie who only knows Fall Out Boy from electric touch or a prep: DONT FUCKING FLAME)

Warnings: Self insert, like one sexual refrance, Brendon Urie mention

Every girl dreams of their wedding day, signifying your undying love for your partner, but god was it always blown out of proportion. All the festivities and speeches and people really got on my nerves, apparently nothing says love like a shit ton of money wasted. That plus the fact that my boyfriend is famous just sealed the deal that eloping was truly the best option. 

I stood in the tiny room looking at myself in the mirror. I had on short strapless black dress that had a hot pink sash around my waist with a bow on it, pink and black striped arm warmers and knee high socks, hot pink high top convers, Kandi braclets, and a Bartskull necklace. My hair was perfect with the side swept bangs falling just right extenuating the layers and my eyeliner was the best I have ever done it. 

Thoughts rushed threw my head, I was so exicited to marry the love of my life but worried that he did not want to do this. What if he never showed up, what if he he ditched me for some other prettier girl, what if he regrets it, what if….. what if. 

My thoughts were soon intrupted by the ringing of my sidekick. It ended up being a five way call between Me, Gabe, William, Travie, and Brandon. They all congratulated me and Pete on our wedding, said how much they wanted to be there but could not due to time, and wished us luck. The call was short due to them wanting to have time to talk to Pete but It was really sweet of them to do that for us. 

Just as soon as the clock struck twenty past nine Patrick walked into my room to check on me. “Ri are you okay you were ment to call me 10 minutes ago” he asked causing me to turn around. “Ya sorry it’s just I needed some help getting ready” I replied with a soft sigh. “Is everything okay?” Patrick asked as we sat down on the floor. “I’m just scared that Pete is going to ditch me for some prettier MySpace girl and this is all a setup.” I said holding back tears as Patrick grabed some tissues from the table. “There is no need to worry, all he talked about as he got ready was how excited he was and how much he loved you and how pretty you’re gonna look.” “Really” I said as I looked at him. “Positive” 

We both got up as I felt better about the situation, I’m happy my anxiety did not get the better of me.  He soon left the room and I shortly followed. As soon as I got to the door I took a deep breath and stepped out as the wedding March played from an IPod speaker. It was in a really nice square like gazebo, there were these tiny led lights twinkling around the sides of the area, the night sky was full of stars and the moon was the brightest I have ever seen it. 

I walked down the aisle with each step meaning more than the last. I saw Pete standing at the end of the isle and he looked so handsome. He had on: a black button up with the top button unbutton and shirt untucked, matching black jeans, red low top convers, and a red tie. His bangs covered half his left eye and his eye liner was so good. The rest of the boys also wore casual outfits consisting of button ups and jeans, Patrick was more dressed up in a blazer and fedora due to him officiating. 

As soon as I got to the end of the isle I felt Pete’s hand on mine causing me to blush right as he pulled me in to a hug, waiting for Patrick to start the ceremony. Joe and Andy waited near the side as Patrick in the middle as he cleared his voice. 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here tonight to witness the Marriage of Pete Wentz and Ri Morrison. We should keep this brief so I won’t ramble so, I guess we will start with vows.” He stated as he gave the side eye to Pete to start his vows. 

“Ri, I have no god damn idea how I ended up with a girl as perfect as you. You are the angel in my nightmares, the Light to my darkness, the Sally to my Jack. I don’t care if the world hates you, because I love you, I mean it. I vow to protect you, to heal your broken soul just like you did with mine, and love you till the world ends. Till Death do us part my Clandestine Queen.”

I looked into his handsome hazel eyes as my cheeks were painted in A hot flush. Each word spoken felt like heaven. I still not over the fact that this is really happening, not only did I find my soulmate but we’re actully getting married. 

“Pete, you are my soulmate, simple and clean. We are two broken souls intertwined in a dance that when together, are healed. I always knew deep down we would be together. You’re truly the only person who truly understands me, not just seeing me as a pretty face or a stupid joke. I vow to give you all my love, to be your muse, to mend the wounds of your tortured soul like you did with mine. Through life and death, I will love you.” 

I was holding back tears as he kissed my forehead softly and sweetly. It felt like a reminder of how deep and true his love is, causing my cheeks to be painted a darker shade of red. 

We were handed the rings by Joe, the rings were matching with black bases. Mine was like the deluxe version of my engagement ring and it was the cutest ring I ever seen with the pink gem being shaped like a heart. 

We extanged our rings, as he held my smaller hand in his hands. I heard him whisper a soft “I do” as he placed the ring on my right hand and kissed said hand. I placed the other ring on his finger and softly whispered back “I do” 

“And with the power vested in me by the state of Illinois, I pronounce you husband and wife, you my know kiss the bride,” Stated Patrick. And just like that….. I officially became Ms. Ri Wentz. 

Just as they thought hit my mind I felt Pete’s lips on mine. the kiss was Sweet yet passionet, like it was a flower given at a funeral. Our tounges slid together like a lock and a key. The world stoped for just a moment as the two of us inter locked out lips. 

As the kiss broke we looked into eachothers eyes, his hazel ones glued to my gray ones. The warmth of our love surrounded the two of us as I nuzzled my head around his neck to rest it on his shoulders and let out light tears of joy. We stood like that for a solid few minutes as the rest of the guys clapped and got the music ready for our first dance.

“May I have this dance?” I asked shyly as Pete took my hand into his, we started slowly dancing as Blink-182’s I Miss You played on the speaker. It was truly our song, it matched us so perfectly, it was ment for us.

Hello there, The angel from my nightmare, The shadow in the background of the morgue, The unsuspecting victim, Of darkness in the valley, We can live like Jack and Sally if we want, Where you can always find me, And we'll have Halloween on Christmas, And in the night, we'll wish this never ends, We'll wish this never ends

We danced to the music as our eyes met, lights shining like never before. It was the most romantic thing I have ever expirenced in my life. He looked so perfect, his smile warm and loving. 

Where are you? And I'm so sorry, I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight, I need somebody and always, This sick, strange darkness, Comes creeping on, so haunting every time, And as I stare, I counted, The webs from all the spiders, Catching things and eating their insides’ Like indecision to call you’ And hear your voice of treason, Will you come home and stop this pain tonight, Stop this pain tonight

The dance kept up as he started to spin me around, the lights dancing around the corners of my eyes. He whispered soft sweet nothings as we swayed to the music.

Don't waste your time on me, you're already, The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) Don't waste your time on me, you're already, The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) Don't waste your time on me, you're already, The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) Don't waste your time on me, you're already, The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)

As the song came to an end he dipped me down towards the ground as both our hands and our lips interlocked for a sweet kiss. “I love you so much” he stated softly “I love you too, handsome” I said in a cooing voices that sounded like a moan. “Is my bride getting needy, don’t worry baby, I’ll treat you so good tonight” I blushed as those words came out of his mouth. 

The first dance ended as the rest of the boys were clapping. It felt as if for one moment, the world stoped. It was truly only us and our love that mattered. We looked out to the stars the back at eachother with a blush. 

“Till death do us part my Clandestine Queen”

[joopsworld]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

Thank you dearest @gold-mines-melting and @ageofhearingloss for the tag 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

were you named after anyone?

A news anchor 💀

when was the last time you cried?

Last week - I got all comfy to sign on to Zoom therapy (lol) and when my cat jumped up on me he knocked over my coffee and two full containers of water entirely on my laptop, phone, everything on the table, and soaking the rug. It was truly the last straw for me that day

do you have kids?

No way

do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yes, but unfortunately I'm pretty bad at making my sarcasm clear so many times there are miscommunications lol

what's the first thing you notice about people?

I think just their general vibe? Idk how to explain this further, but I feel like I can tell really quickly if I'm gonna like being around someone

what's your eye color?

Blue/green/gray depending on the light

scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I have immense fear just existing on a daily basis, soooo I'm not really into putting myself in that situation for fun

any special talents?

Uhhh I went to college for classical singing/opera so that's kind of a flex, but otherwise, I feel like I'm pretty good at cooking/baking, doing puzzles at record speed, and parallel parking.

where were you born?

Minnesota

what are your hobbies?

I feel like I have so many hobbies that I dabble in but don't spend a lot of time on individually - Again, I love to cook and bake, music has pretty much become my entire personality in the form of concert-going, singing/playing, listening, consuming music media, deep-dive researching about artists, etc., I like to read, I like to paint and draw occasionally, I love art and film photography, which I got really into for a sec and have temporarily abandoned until I buy myself a new camera, aaaaand I love to be outside! I love to go on long walks and swim and rollerblade and canoe, and just lay in the damn grass!!

have any pets?

YES MY BABY BOY, HUGO!!!! We really are two peas in a pod, I love him so dearly. My childhood cat, Vincent, is also still kickin, but he lives at my family's house 🥰

what sports do you play/have you played?

I played a lot of sports growing up, but the one I stuck with the longest was hockey. I still love to ice skate, but I was truly an awful player so it's been a while

how tall are you?

5'5.5"

favorite subject in school?

Choir and theatre (unfortunately)

dream job?

Mmmm if we're being honest, I would love to never work again, but I've always wanted to do something creative, and rn I'm trying to figure out where the sweet spot for me is. I have a very vague idea of what that looks like and it probably doesn't even exist but I think I'd like to be some sort of artist director where I can collaborate and incorporate many different mediums

I feel like I'm always the last person to do these and everyone has already posted theirs sooo if you've already been tagged and I missed it, I'm sorry!! Low low lowwww pressure tags: @jmkho @demolitionndann @mountain-in-springtime @jakeykiszkas @jaakey @anthemofgvf @theaudacitytowrite @the-starcatcher @theweightofstardust @sacredjake @fallonfatality @takenbythemadness @ageofwagner @alwaysonthemend @joshsindigostreak

I love getting to know you guys! It’s truly such a joy 💕

[ultdete]

LEON. 🎤 give us some Saihara Details. Does his passion truly lie with detective work? Internally, what was his struggle with having to confront his friends with their crimes? Were there any points in which he wished to hold himself back, despite Kaede and Kaito's encouragements?

GRMGMGMNONNMMNMNMNMNMRNMNMM <- me eating the mic.

Mmmmmm... honestly, I don't think his passion lies within detective work, or the "detective" title in general. Not throughout the entire game anyway... I'm trying to think of how to put my thoughts into words properly so bare with me!

At first, he feels iffy about the ultimate detective title, even coming off as if he didn't want it. He felt it to be untrue and that he didn't live up to it, and I think that emotion carries out throughout the game. Despite his resolves (i.e. realizing he needs to have more faith in himself if he wants to survive / even feel the Slightest bit connected to his given ultimate title), he still resents his abilities, no matter how good they are. And let's be honest, this guy's pretty damn good at deducing.

To me personally, Shuichi always valued knowledge and honesty. He wants to understand every detail; what makes a person do what they do, what makes them lie about what they're lying about, the reason they feel what they feel. He sought solutions, but wanted to understand the details behind it all. Uncovering the truth is what detectives do yeah, but I think Shuichi wanted to understand things on a more moral ground, from every angle. He sympathized with good And bad things his classmates did. He has a big heart, he's extremely empathetic. But at the same time, he can be cynical. Personally I love the moments when he's at his lowest and throws empathy and logic out the window to vent out his frustrations, it's got to feel like hell! Trying to wrap your head around so much while feeling So Much, it's got to be stressful.

I'm torn though, because a big thing about him throughout the game is him coming to terms with his ultimate title and trying to live up to it. "As the ultimate detective, I will solve this!" "As the ultimate detective, I will show everyone the truth!" woagh...... the pressure. the realization. waogh......

And Shuichi has survivor's guilt for days no doubt. His friends loved him dearly and he loved them back. It was hard to accept, but I know for sure he healed over time and looked back on a lot of the encouraging words Kaede and Kaito said to him. They're right, he shouldn't hold back! And he shouldn't feel bad for bringing darkness to light! It's understandable he developed a fear of uncovering the truth (after the case he solved that awarded him the ultimate title AND solving the cases that resulted in the execution of his best friends), but in the end, Kaede and Kaito encouraged him to seek the truth. For them, himself, and for their classmates. They wanted the killing games to end, and I think they were very brave for involving themselves in dangerous plots to help reach that goal. And no doubt it was painful! You're lining up the evidence that your ultimate skills easily, naturally snuffed out plain as day so the culprit (your FRIEND) will be executed! It's gotta hurt. And I know for a fact that realization there was a big thing that hesitated him from seeking the truth. The more right he was, the more it probably felt like a curse to him. "My deductions bring nothing but pain...!!!" I'm sure is exactly what he felt / still feels. But like Kokichi said, in which Shuichi even agreed, sometimes suspecting your friends is just what you have to do. It's a life or death game.

I don't think he ever got proper closure either.. Closure from the pain of accusing his friends, watching them die. The bittersweet ending of V3 "if this is all fiction, then that means there's unlimited possibilities for us to find our hope! The death of our friends was fictional!" ermmmm..... idk to me that's too easy. No doubt this guy is IN MOURNINGGGGGG and the survivor's guilt plagues him. I'm also just <3 at angsty / realistic ideas like that. so.

I realize I probably didn't even answer your question properly because again I am so bad at putting my thoughts together dfjggfh so TLDR; I think rather than solving cases in the name of an ultimate detective, he seeks solutions / the truth in the name of a curious cat who wants to observe things from every possible angle and protect his loved ones as a friend / human being. I wouldn't say he's outright passionate about detective work, because it has brought and still brings him pain, but I think he's definitely come to accept the talent and that yeah, I'm pretty damn good at what I do.

[beatrice-reden-official]

OK MY GUYS TIME

Sarlet Cipher: Thief of Life -Sarlet grew up facing the full brunt of being the lowest caste, constantly looking over their shoulder out of fear someone was coming for them. They realized quickly that they had to become the hunter to avoid getting culled. They dream of a world where no one has to worry about food or shelter or even just staying alive, they are a very caring person but they just got curdled by rage.

Hymnal Ohline: Sylph of Void -Hynmal is a therapist/Human Resources for Ouroboros (The Tecbro's company) and does their best to keep the workers from going insane. They usually dress in silly outfits (think Miss Frizzle) to cheer people up, and they are the main problem solver in the company! The job is intensely stressful and they are going grey prematurely but they're fine!!!!

Janele Mantis: Seer of Rage -Janele is unemployed and loving it. She has a huge internet presence and is a pretty popular blogger on Grumblr. She has a dry and sardonic sense of humour but has a strong moral code, suprisingly. Very chill very cool.

Trojan Ordath: Bard of Blood -Sterotypical high school bully. Varisty jacket and everything. He made that his whole personality because people are going to kill him anyways!!! Why even pretend to be nice if he's nothing to these people! He's gonna give them a REASON to hate him now! (Really he wants to be an artist and make people think, but...why put time or effort into a pointless task? No one cares about him...) <- his gay ass wants to be Cuno fr fr

Caesar Milman: Prince of Time -Caesar is a little eager beaver. They latch onto anyone who shows them even an ounce of kindness, they're loyal to a fault, and they really just want someone to love them. They also don't know how to keep their mouth shut, they yap ALL THE DAMN TIME. They truly want to save everyone and wants a brighter future for the people they care about!!!! <- They are just. Tequila. (Also Tequil Sunset is a valid troll name...)

Eevuhl Ishida: Mage of Space -I was wrong you can kill me. THIS BITCH IS RUBY. They are a culler in the wriggling caves (or were) but ended up leaving because the job was too damn stressful. They currently work with a revolutionary group, but are constantly anxious about someone coming after them for abandoning their role. In general they are very friendly and quite silly, but they aren't afraid to defend themself.

Dearly Winner: Knight of Heart -Dearly is a bodyguard.

Asdiah Tecbro: Rouge of Breath -Asdiah is the heavily sheltered heir to the Ouroboros company. She's had everything handed to her on a silver platter, but she has never been free at all. She's never made a single decision in her life. She's pretty sure she's just a poster child at this point...she can't help but long for something more, something exciting.... <- She a Disney princess fr fr

Dragon Warble: Heir of Mind -Dragon is the inheriter of the House of the Rising Sun, famed to be haunted by the spirit of Dragon's ancestor. Dragon does not care about this. Dragon is fully aware that they are doomed, but refuse to stop being optimistic which pisses off Heatte. Their philosophy is if you can't change it, look for the bright side and pray something good come of it. Yes they have depression but you wouldn't know from talking to them.

Kiyond Villan: Page of Light -Kiyond was raised by Edgarr with love and care, and they grew up into a wonderful mad scientist. They are specfically a biologist, they like making strange hybrids and eating said strange hybrids. They don't really like other people and rarely get out of their lab because other people scare them. They get visions about the end of the world sometimes so they made a bunker and lives in there.

Kenken Quiour: Maid of Doom -Legends say a mutant died on this very cliff. They say that her spirit haunts the winds, searching for her murderer. They say that if you listen closely to the wind as a storm brews you can hear her scream with rage. They say her eyes are blue and her blood is orange as sunset and it oozes from the rocks and leaks into the water and taints everything it touches. They say she's looking for you.

Brioch Sweets: Witch of Hope -Brioch genuinely doesn't care about...anything. Well, they care about animals and that is it. Why bother with other people? They are just gonna betray you anyways...

OOH THIS IS INTERESTING!! Ironically Dearly has the shortest description but they are my favorite out of everyone here — B. Jess

[remushrts]

One more dance?

— pairing: james potter x gn!reader

— a/n: more beloved brazilian james yes!!! as the gods intended, i survived my finals so as promised! hope you enjoy it <3 i'm always open to write about him. translations will be at the end to those who need it dw <3 (not proofread)

— warnings: none, this is pure tooth rotting fluff!!

You're no good with dancing. The sway and careless movement that seems to come so naturally to James has you stuck in place through most of the night. It's not one of your talents, you're not a dancer, simply. Not unless it's James Potter making his way through the dance floor like he's parting the damn red sea only to get to you, not unless it's him coaxing you in a sweet low voice and calling you "meu bem". Not unless he got a hand around your waist pulling you literally away from your comfort zone.

And the thing is, you love James. Dearly. To the last bits of your soul. But not even dying love can make you into the kind of person that dances. Not even bossa nova. Not even with his hands guiding you.

You go stiff as soon as his hand pulls you closer, feverish touch travelling down to your hips. You're pretty sure you forget how to breathe, or walk, or function. Not even a meteor could have had you moving. James nests his head on the crook of your neck, and say things you don't comprehend. He says you need to "Se soltar, meu amor." and all you hear is love. Wrapped around his tongue like silk, it's a coward's move when James knows his accent can get you to do almost anything. Then, James pulls away, only a little, only enough to look at the DJ and nod.

And you're all to familiar to the song that begins to play. "Dança uma comigo e a gente vai pra casa, meu bem." He whispers against your neck, breath hot causing shivers to awake on your skin.

"You're a menace, James." You whisper back, just at his ear, loud enough so he can hear it but still quiet enough that only he can. His mother tongue has a word for it too, you've learned. "Pilantra."

James' smirk widens so much his cheeks start to hurt. "Só seu." He answers, placing a kiss on your jawline, lips ghosting there for a moment, warm against the mild air that had settled in the town streets. He smells like beer and his cologne and something so indubitably him that it couldn't be bottled even if they tried. It's intoxicating. It's all yours.

He presses another kiss, lingering and letting his teeth just barely graze against the thin skin over your blood vessels in a way that lights your entire body on fire, you melt against him. You turn to face him, smiling as you tilt his mouth towards yours, joining your lips in a passionate kiss. "Só meu." You echo, letting a quick kiss there before you bury your head in the crook of his neck. James sways your bodies together, gently, to the song that plays.

Maybe you can dance with him, afterall.

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"Se solta, meu amor" = Jamss telling reader to let themselves loose.

"Dança uma comigo e a gente vai pra casa, meu bem." = Dance a song with me and we'll go home, lovely. (lovely is not an exact translation here but there are no literal words for meu bem, sorryy)

"Pilantra" = reader calling James a menace in portuguese <3

"Só seu" "Só meu" = respectively "only yours" "only mine"

[bitchkay]

Hello!

If it's cool with you, I have some Aquia x Chubby reader horny brain worms I wanna share with you. Picture this:

You wish weren't so insecure about your body. You knew Aquia loved you regardless of your appearance. It always showed in the little things he did, but lately he noticed your insecurities were becoming more evident. He couldn't just stand by while you're in such a dark place. So Aquia, being the gentleman he is, asks to show you just how much he loves you in bed. You make him feel so good (physically, and emotionally. Let's be real, this boy cannot get enough of your kisses, cuddles, and sweet words), so would it be so wrong for him to do the same for you? I'm pretty sure you had a headcanon that said his favourite part of foreplay was taking off his partner's clothes, so if you try to cover yourself, he'd look like a kicked puppy (mostly because he feels sad for you). That look of sadness is what made you drop your arms from your body. He understood how you felt, of course, which is all the more reason for him to kiss every square milimetre of the chubbiness you've grown to dislike, say the sweetest things about it also. It doesn't take long before he can no longer keep it together. He NEEDED to be inside you. And once he slips inside, he is in pure BLISS. How could he not be when you look, and feel so good? And let me tell you something else: he will be vocal about that too.

[Ask received: dec 2nd 2023]

Yall love writing essays in my inbox🙄🙄

Keep going.👁👁

Aquia my sweet boy🥰

He loves you so dearly

He honestly cant help but love every square millimetre of your body, it breaks his heart to see you so insecure about it

Of course he notices when you're insecurities start to get the better of you, your light starts to fade

and he'll be damned if he doesn't pick you up from a dark place

Every part of you is so beautiful he needs to give it all special attention, leaving no place unkissed♡

Imagine this♡:

"Look at yourself." Stood in front of a mirror, Aquia stands behind you, hands on your waist. "Don't you see it?" He wraps his arms around your middle pressing himself against your back. "What am I even suposed to be looking at, Aquia?" He tucks his head into your neck kissing your skin. "You don't see what I see? I see the most beautiful person that's ever walked this world." He pulls off your sweater tugging at the collar of your shirt. The clothes you wear are more baggy than usual. "You exaggerate" you avert your eyes from the mirror embarrassed. "Really? Look forward." he pulls your shirt up slowly exposing your stomach. "You hide yourself from me." He pulls your shirt all the way off. "All this." Aquia kisses your neck moving downwards, your soft skin giving beneath his touches. Your skin feels hot standing awkwardly in front of the mirror in a bra as Aquia kisses your back. "You're only saying that because you love me..." "I do love you." He goes around to kiss your lips. "But that doesn't make what I say any less true." He looks at the mirror making you look too. "Maybe I am biased... but I'm the only opinion you should care about." Aquia kisses your lips once more before he kisses move further down your body making sure you face towards the mirror. He bends at the waist as he kisses your sides and your stomach, curling his kisses all around your midsection. He undoes the clasp of your bottoms pulling them down trailing kisses down your legs. "All this body... every pudge, roll, curve and crevice..." he kneels in front of you, hands on your hips. "... everything you hate about yourself... is my favorite thing about you... you drive me mad you know that?" Aquia looks up at you, nothing but love behind his red eyes, his hands squishing your soft thighs. "... I know..." "But do you?" His hands move further up. "Look. Look in the mirror." He kisses your lower stomach above your underwear. "I see how you have been looking at yourself." He kisses your hips. "I cant sit idly by while you wallow in self loathing. I want to be a constant reminder how absolutely beautiful you are." Aquia stands slowly trailing kisses from your thighs up towards your chest. "'Leave marks are your sweet skin..." he tugs your bra off. "...adorn you in precious beads and jewelry... that every time you look at yourself, you're reminded of the beauty you've been blind to this whole time." "Aquia..." "if I must make sweet and passionate love to you for several hours in front of this mirror so you can see yourself through my eyes, I will do that with pleasure."

"I will show you exactly how this body makes me feel. Enthusiastically."

[sunlessea]

london does not love its masters. no matter how dearly select few of them may love it. a city is made of its people, rather than the industries of the one percent that rule over it. what comes with hatred comes with revolution tenfold, and with love among the most hated, so too danger. if adrien were able to get a word out, he'd probably laugh and say he's not even surprised. four times he'd nearly been killed by fires' direct actions, either as part of the masters or its own individual folly. the one time he hadn't even thought about it would be the one time god would mock him with success. he should've prayed harder for forgiveness, when he gave up on a heaven among the stars and settled for one in the arms of something alien. if he hears its quips or its reassurances, he doesn't let onto it. by time it's taken him into its arms, he's unconscious, blood that isn't his marring its cloaks, but destroying his clothes more than. he was already dead. now he seems a bit deader.

and were it that ruckus could come with a warning! the doctor knows of chaos before it ever reaches them, the voices that whisper a symphony in their ears barely able to utter a word before the streets of london are alight with screams and screeching. mr fires doesn't even have to make it close before they know, and by that time, mr plagues is standing at the head of their own clinic, a huddle of other guests downtrodden hidden behind the curtains at the back. too injured to run from the incoming danger, but too scared to come out of hiding. they don't even stop them. it's probably for the best!

and there it is. a roaring pyre, a flame fit to its title. the eyes on plagues' mask flicker red, a simulated blink as they shift their own black cloaks, beak parted in mock gasp.

"you could have just opened the door, mr fires. there was absolutely no reason for you to be so brutish. you will be paying for damages." this is no time for quips, they can tell. rarely ever has london ever seen fires at its full fury, they would guess — even when rock had split from ceiling and allowed beams of light down 'pon its populace, it hadn't been so violent. but it will not kill nor hurt them. clearly it needs their help. fancy that! plagues' attention falls to the dying caitiff. dead? dying. dead? well. at least it chose a cot for him. whoever it belonged to now, cowering in the back of the infirmary, would certainly not complain, lest their head be separated from their neck. "you are fowl—" plagues huffs indignantly as it whips around, drags them! and yet, even as they stumble, their tone of voice betrays their own madness, "—get it? like a bird. anyways, you're rude! the nerve of you to barrel in here and demand my services! i work with the poor and downtrodden."

they throw their arms out as they circle the occupied cot, gesturing vaguely in adrien's direction. he's remarkably peaceful for a dying man. dead? dying. dead! not a single trace of pain left on his face. porcelain, if it weren't for all those unseemly freckles. "which does NOT constitute you, now does it? your little light is hardly a pauper under your care! hmph."

... they wouldn't turn him away, of course. they're miffed by the lack of delicacy, though. the masters are terribly brutish. disgusting things. oh, but what a poor boy, the other one! their eyes flicker again, then they turn to look down at him proper. they hardly have to look far. it's pretty clear he'd been shot. enter wound, no exit. a bullet to the heart? ah, likely a silver bullet. inquisition! no. sherlock.

back and forth, voices in their head. cassius ashburnum? no! never! he wasn't the revolutionary type. cassius married irons, burned down his old life, set off anew — framed. starboy, this one. taking the brunt of a sin not his own.

the doctor stays silent for longer than anticipated, and one would think the damn caitiff would just bleed out at that point. but he's a kindred, so it doesn't really matter. he's good as dead. dying. already dead. nothing brings a vampire back from a stake to the heart, be it wood or silver. "what exactly do you want me to do, mr fires? i am a doctor, not a bloody miracle worker. you know what happens to kindred whose hearts are harmed. short of bringing the judgements themselves down here, you may as well kiss him goodb—" they trail off, staring a little harder. judgements? gods. the gods. london has gods, but not judgements, not on paper. but they're not different. just different societies. all holy. " ... hm. now there's a thought."

they're clearly not listening to fires or its threats! they mumble to themselves for a mite longer, and then— "you idiot!" they raise their hand and slap it down on fires' head. "don't touch him! hurting his physical body isn't going to do you any favors! if you're going to take out your anger, do it to something else!" it has bad bedside manners! dead or no, it shouldn't be throwing his arm around! "i can't heal dead, fires! and your little friend here isn't like other londoners. when kindred die down here, we don't come back." that's to say... get out of their way! they push fires back, then whip back around, rolling him over to look at the wound. he's definitely dead. or about to be. "do you know silas elial edwards? of course you do! he hates adrien, married to the prince of london, etcetera, etcetera. write a note of summons and give it to the dove on my door plate. tell him if he doesn't come within ten minutes of receiving said summons, i'll have him assassinated in his sleep. you can find my wax stamp for identification purposes on my desk in the backrooms, past all the ladies and gents cowering from you in the back. shoo, shoo. be quick."

in tandem with speaking, they've taken to tearing at adrien's shirt, head cocked as they examine the wound. the way they move, they're intending to remove the bullet, clearly. for all the good it'd do. at least it wouldn't be in him, though. now, they're mumbling to themselves.

"hunters! well, mr fires deserves this. not you, though. how very sad, they've dragged you into all this. cassius, she called you. oh, you've been betrayed."

what a lovely evening it'd been, compared to most. it'd been so long since they had time for a proper outing ... much as it had begged at its own behest, it needn't matter how much it pushed and prodded : they would be halfway out the door and he'd wrestle free from its grip, and it'd complied, always, accepting another night in together instead. it'd grown fond of their strolls through the sidestreets since their wedding. he'd gotten significantly less nasty glances, in any case. at least that it'd been able to notice. but that was lovely! a sweeter change of pace, a newfound sense of peace where they both had been so sorely without. it really can't help itself, the way it tugs him closer, vying always for affection he'd begrudgingly give to satiate every lopsided grin. it does the same now, bumps the side of his head with its nose, ears flicking anticipant under its cloaks; quivering with excitement and ecstasy. and it is greeted with a warmth it does not expect, when it bows its head, nuzzling its cheek up to his own. wet, and warm, and red.

blood splatters.

there is a moment of pause; of bleary recognition where stunned into a chilling silence—it freezes entirely. and perhaps that is a sight more horrific than its blood-spattered lover, where it is often so quick to turn to explosive anger : the twitch of its claw outstretched, moments away from curling around his cheek, the slow shudder of a chill that should not exist creeping up its spine, body quivering against every slow, careful blink. it is a ticking time bomb, and everyone knows it. the crowds react before it does, arm it had already kept snug around his waist suddenly an anchor to deadweight. around them, the citizens of the neath scatter like rats, none lingering more than a spare glance out of a shuttered window or peeking around curtain layers out of a morbid curiosity to see what would follow. once a crowded street lay nearly deathly-still, with only the master of embers and its caitiff partner half-dead and slumped over in its tightening grip. when it speaks, at last, its voice trembles. a grating sound, its shrill whisper : " adrien—? "

it clicks all at once. and it must have screamed his name after, a shriek not unlike those that fled where it whips around to cradle him, push his weight over the bulk of its shoulders where he can still bear to stand : but the rest is such a blur. adrenaline it does not know—or hasn't felt in quite some time. he's still warm, as much as that matters for kindred ; but it is a miracle for it, who clings to the feeling still of his fingers grabbing onto its cloaks, the trace hints of his heat through the fabric where the iron-sting of his blood for once instead makes its stomach turn like a ventrue's. there's no telling what would come when the candle flickered out, or if he would fall unconscious before the spell released its grip, but there's no time! a luxury even london's masters could not afford in their finer moments, and certainly not now, here.

" shut up! " harsh words, perhaps, to a wounded man, let alone one it loves so dearly. but the growl to its voice is no more directed towards him, himself, than it is a means of assuring itself. silence to the nagging voices that beg remind it that these things do happen, would happen, for having the gall to believe it could have fallen in love, and more than that, that it was worthy of keeping it. " . . . save your breath, little light. i promise i will not let you fade. " it doesn't expect him to respond to its pleas, most murmured, where it isn't hissing or spitting vitriol at every passerby. in truth, it doesn't want him to : it just wants him to survive. just look at me.

the masters do not deserve to know its tragedy : and they will know, but not all of them must—only one, in particular, matters in the moment. where it weaves between what few people remain littering the streets, and the streets themselves at a pace notably inhuman. it's no wonder his feet can hardly keep up, laying half-dead aside. it has to scoop him up in its arms eventually, when its pace outmatches what his body can bear, and where it cannot allow itself flight it makes the most of its speed otherwise; eyes darting to every suspicious shadow in pursuit of two drastically different individuals. the first : their hunter. his hunter. his blood is no longer hot against its cheek, though it seeps uncomfortably against the front of its cloaks, how it has him cradled against its chest. but the second ... is much more difficult.

" plagues! " its voice is a roaring pyre, loud and unmistakable itself if it hadn't practically barreled its way into their office. and it may as well have, the damage its kick has done to it. not that it matters, its trembling in fear and anger alike by time it has cleared off a cot, the only care given to adrien himself—set down gingerly despite its shaking claws. there is not a hint of the hesitation it held before : it whips around near immediately, grabbing the newest master by their own cloaks to drag them—much like it had the one currently curled up in on themselves—to his side, throwing them forward to make their own assessments. " hunters, " it hisses, though it's anger is a flickering flame; it is its own distress that is much more palpable, features twisting in a similar agony where its claws curl around one of his arms. he's getting colder. " you're a doctor, aren't you? fix this! " it doesn't mean to be so harsh, not to grip him so tightly or throw his arm down when it flails its own outward in broad, exaggerated gesture. " to be quite frank with you, i don't care what you have to do. but if he dies, it is your head as much as it is his killer's—do you understand? "