#cherry x pandora

[deathslays]

[ ARGUMENT ] "This is insane. We can't just kiss whenever there's trouble!"

𝔓erhaps  that  was  becoming  more  of  a  habit  for  him;  to  enhance  the  tension  in  an  already  stressful  situation.  the  situation  was  the  following;  two  people,  𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 . .  seemingly  attracted  to  each  other,  but  too  egomaniacal  to  admit  it,  were  into  the  succubus'  lair;  both  of  them  looking  for  one  and  the  same  thing --- a  cure  to  immortality,  a  ring,  jewelry,  anything . .  that  was  stolen  by  said  succubus  at  the  masked  ball  which  was  held  by  the  serpent  king's  family  the  other  night.  𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳,  now  they  had  to  sneak  outside  the  lair  together.  that  makes  them  partners  in  crime,  huh?  not  to  mention  the  fact  that  if  the  two  are  seen  together,  so  close  to  each  other,  is  enough  reason  to  start  a  war  between  two  noble  families -  king  and  morrelli.

but  it  was  as  if  this  further  encouraged  the  hunter's  intimate  actions,  as  he  had  captured  the  beautiful  serpent  between  his  weight  and  the  wall;  one  huge  palm  pressed  against  cherry  lips  in  order  to  hush  her  voice.  "𝑠ℎℎ . ."  he  hushed  her gently,  making  sure  that  no  one  would  interrupt  their  encounter.  to  find  the  stolen  item  became  a  failed  mission,  but . . he  could  steal  two,  five,  or  maybe  even  twenty  minutes  in  private  with  elvira,  away  from  the  eyes  of  their  servants,  friends  or  families.  after  he  made  sure  there  was  no  danger  threatening  upon  the  pair,  killian  slowly  removed  his  palm,  smearing  her  lipstick,  now  his  hand  cupping  her  face,  alongisde  with  the  raven - colored  tresses,  fallen  in  front  of  it.  "i  think  the  fact  that  you're  here  is  enough  trouble  for  both  of  us,  𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑎."  he  murmured  lowly,  before  claiming  her  lips  into  a  deep  kiss.  "you  have  to  leave."  he  whispered  while  pulling  his  face  away.  "we'll  come  back  later,  when  it's  more  safe,  okay ?"  and  one  more  kiss.  and  another  kiss.  and  another.  before  he  could  realize,  he  became  unseparable  from  the  touch  of  her  lips.

[poisonrequiem]

KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER. centuries of hatred between two royal families. tales say the kings stole from the morellis long before elvira was born. which is no surprise really; the kings were and still are conquerors, almost everything they own they obtained with bloodshed and war. the manor elvira grew up in is no different— in fact it is the key component to the hatred between the families. yet now at last, they’re calling it quits. A TRUCE. taking place in the same manor they’ve fought over and over under the pretense of a ball.

elvira doesn’t have the fondest of memories growing up there. what is home if not the place to run from, hm? it’s why she chose the new york institute after all.. to be far, far away from her family. but now she’s summoned back, for a truce she doesn’t particularly care about. in her opinion all the morellis have to do to get back what once theirs is try and fail and perish. but attendance is mandatory for the future queen of serpents and all that bullshit. she was supposed to show up at least a couple of hours before the guests of honor but of course she chose to make a grand entrance instead, leading to angering her parents after making them wonder if she’d show up at all. little play torture, the least of what they truly deserve. until then, drinks were served by masked staff and music played by likewise masked orchestra amid the baroque and gothic victorian architecture surrounding them. light chatter between sworn foes and tension of centuries old hatred that suddenly would fade (?) filling the air. the occasional whispering between william, penelope and their assistant while they struggle to figure out what’s taking elvira so long or if she’s coming at all while trying to appear calm and collected to the morellis, like they know exactly what’s going on, blaming it all on traffic.

it’s been at least half an hour since elvira arrived at the manor; she’s entered through the back doors of the kitchens and has been catching up with the people who raised her and more than often offered a kind shoulder to cry on. thanks to them it didn’t take her even longer to appear upstairs. and at last, the masked man by the main entrance announces her arrival before the doors open. elvira, in her tight blood-red gown with a matching removable tail starting from her waist and trailing down behind her, scans all the heads who turned her way as she enters. she only smiles, a lopsided smile, when she sees her parents’ glares upon her. one thing about her they should’ve gotten used to by now, is that she doesn’t do well with commands and will go against them. “you’re late.” penelope grunts at her ear. “queens are never late, mother.” elvira answers loud enough for the guests standing nearby to hear. “everyone else is just early.” then she leans to her mothers ear. “but you wouldn’t know that, you were never a real queen after all.” it’s how hierarchy works for the serpents: the queen mother births the future heir and from that moment, her shine fades and she’s off the throne. which is also why penelope despised elvira from an early age. she never had a true mother but that’s a deeper topic for another time. william is happier to see her, or at least that’s what he shows, they share a brief hug and that’s about it.

“elvira it is high time you met the morelli family.” william ushers her towards the guests and her gaze finally lands on @deathslays. “hm.” she forces an interested smile. “pleased to meet you.” yet she doesn’t offer a hand for a shake as she should’ve.

[periwinkle-the-11th]

I am at any given moment 3 particularly good fics away from having a new otp

[vinvinrem]

Welcome to Txampaytxurtel Island, the tranquil pearl of the pacific. The people from this island are known for their hospitality and warmness towards other clans and sky people so count yourself as their family member already.

This island has their own unique features, culture and activities such as surfing. The waves are so good for surfing and everyone also have surfing competitions during Naha festival.

Txurtelan people are also known for their unique reptile anatomy, evolved for surviving in both land and marine life. Also, I forgot to mention; their skin produce mucus as a defense mechanism. The mucus helps to keep their skin moist, aids in respiration through their skin. Additionally, it can also help in maintaining electrolyte balance and thermal regulation.

This fanclan is an alternative universe for the anime called "Sk8 the infinity" so these clans, culture and the island itself are based on Okinawa island in real life. So that's why characters have no specific hair, eye colour or height measurement.

I couldn't finish character designs so I have to put them in another post next time.

[morwap]

𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑟.

regulus black x fem!reader

light hurt/comfort, angsty with cute moments

part 1 • part 2 • part 3 • part 4

nav • r.a.b m.list • mini series m.list

artist!regulus, swearing, platonic!regulus x pandora, jily, a tad bit of reg being obsessive and possessive, james potter x reader, platonic!regulus x evan roiser, a little bit of jealous!james he’s a dick, bsf!remus, wolfstar, dorlene

───────✧ 𓆩♡𓆪 ✧───────

you chewed on the inside of your cheek, standing in front of mcgonagalls class room, hoping regulus was inside so you didn’t have to do a little walk of shame back to your common room.

peeking into the room, a soft smile formed on your face. regulus stood by his things, his fingers covered in paint as he swiped his brush into the paint on his palette.

you tapped your knuckles against the doorframe, catching regulus’ attention.

regulus tensed, his grey eyes flicking to where you stood. regulus could feel his cheeks grow hot, you, it was you coming in here on your own time—your own will not just your curiosity.

-

regulus had told pandora and evan about the time you two spent together, telling evan when he arrived at his dorm and informing pandora at breakfast making her not be able to take her eyes off of you the entire time you and your friends ate, making regulus constantly nudge her arm or pull a strand of her blonde hair to tell her to stop.

pandora had always accepted regulus’ feelings for you. noticing his longing gazes on you and how he became more and more agitated with james, knowing he was and is upset that james and sirius have a relationship he wanted to have with his brother, but this was just the cherry on top to the point where regulus couldnt stand seeing james in the hallways—just the mention of his name soured his mood.

at first she did think he liked lily, thinking that the redhead that james sang love songs to was his crush and almost confronted him about because james would chase off anyone or anything that got near lily but stopped herself when she noticed that regulus didnt even bat an eye at lily, then something caught her eye.

they were both in the library, regulus was slumped in his chair after quidditch practice then suddenly perked up. pandora hadnt heard anything concerning to earn that type of reacting, so she was naturally concerned for her best friend. though for regulus this was an opportunity to just get a simple glimpse of you, to see if you were smiling or if you were okay. pandora was now flicking her eyes from regulus to you then back and forth.

pandora was taken back by how fast regulus’ face had heated up, his cheeks red and the tips of his ears grew pink. she hoped this is what Xenophilius looked like when he heard her voice. pandora just needed something to solidify her thoughts.

regulus’ sketch book was the thing that solidified her thoughts, he used to show her his newest drawings and would let her touch it whenever she pleased but now he kept it under his watch 24/7, not letting her have access to it and only allowing her to touch it and look in it if he was paying attention.

the time she actually got to see inside of it felt like it was meant to happen, evan had brought her to the slytherin common room to hang out with him, barty and regulus but regulus was gone, they waited up for him but it went late into the night and evan and barty ended up falling asleep on the common room couch. pandora was worried, her minding going wild and it drove her crazy and decided that she had to find him or her worries wouldnt ease.

pandora knew that regulus and mcgonagall set up a little agreement, now he spent a lot of time in there, whenever she wasnt using the room it seemed like regulus was. pandora made her way to the professors room, making sure not to get caught by any prefects or head girls or boys in the process. her nerves settled when she finally made it there, regulus was asleep beside his sketch book, his face on one page of it and his hair covered his eyes.

smiling and walking towards his sleeping frame, admiring him as he looked so peaceful. the only time he truly looked calm and relaxed. pandora almost didnt want to wake regulus up but she needed to get him to bed. before waking him, taking a glance at the sketch— you, it was you. furrowing her brows as she tried to think of where the sketch took place, you sitting down on the grass, then it cross her mind — realizing why it felt familiar.

it was you sitting in the courtyard earlier today, remembering you were with your friends thats why you were smiling and laughing. pandora quickly came back to her senses and woke regulus up, him being too tired to worry about the sketch book when he awoke and just nodded half listening and followed pandora back to his common room then to his bed. pandora had grabbed his things and carried them and told him goodnight before getting evan and barty.

the next day consisted of pandora mentioning his crush on you in the library which he tried to deny at first then he admitted it then the next week it had accidentally slipped from her mouth when her, regulus and evan were in the astronomy tower late at night. evan was a bit skeptical at first but just accepted it as time went on.

-

“would you like some company?” you asked, giving him a soft smile. regulus stood there for a second, processing your words.

“oh uh- yeah” regulus choked out, twitching in a nervous way to scratch at his temple and sniffling a bit. He could hear the little rubber grippers on the bottom of your slippers on the floor as you walked to him, coming closer and closer, way closer than he thought you’d ever get, you were basically bumping into each other.

“It’s still as beautiful as the first time I saw it” you said, a smile growing on your face. Regulus stood behind you, he had his paintbrush in the murky water to his left and his palette on his right.

You picked up his brush, “show me how” you said, looking over your shoulder at him and moving the brush in your hand to fit nicely.

Regulus didn’t move, he was zoned out on you and only came out of it when you laughed and repeated what you said. you looked over your shoulder and nodded your head to the painting.

“c'mon” you teased before looking back to the painting.

Regulus was almost shaking, being so close was intoxicating and it was like every time he wished and hoped something would happen was happening at this moment.

he stepped closer to you, moving the palette to your other hand and then putting his over yours. you smiled and leaned back against him just a bit, it was so lovely to be close to someone, like breathing fresh air after you’ve been inhaling smoke your entire life.

Regulus started to move your hand, painting some flowers he had half done. he could smell your shampoo which made him take deep long breaths. He moved your hand, light strokes on the canvas, watching the paint transfer to it. He brought your hand back to the palette to mix some colors.

Painting more flowers then dipping the brush into murky water then wiping it on his shirt before getting a new color on his brush.

“Are you going to the quidditch game?” Regulus asked, you weren’t wanting to go since you normally went to support James but you knew now wasn’t the right time, the air between you two was so thick and it just felt awkward.

“i’m not sure” you sighed.

“well what else is there to do on a friday afternoon?” regulus joked, it came naturally and he didn’t know why he didn’t feel as anxious as he did 5 minutes ago, you made him feel comfortable even though he always felt anxious around you.

you laughed, your shoulders moving up and downing slightly.

“you’re right. i’ll tell you what, i’ll go and support slytherin only if you promise that you’ll try to win” you said, turning your head to the side to look at him, you smiled.

“what if we don’t?” regulus asked and cleared his throat, he avoided your gaze.

you hummed as you thought.

“you have to wear a gryffindor sweater the next day” you said, hoping that would be on the same level.

“deal” regulus laughed softly, he was still moving your hand, guiding your hand with his, making art.

you were always so friendly, the way you were acting like you had been his friend for months made him feel warm, it was like a glimpse of what your friends had way before he could have it. the opportunity of a friendship blossoming made his lips curl up, not just a best friends brother that you felt the need to greet and be nice to, a real friendship and of course on his end a longing that he would never push onto you unless you felt the same way.

“my father would like you, he really likes art and things like that” you spoke freely, regulus looked at you again and he couldn’t fight the butterflies in his stomach. “hes really into pottery, half the cups in my house are made by him” you added with a giggle.

regulus smiled, “did he teach you?” he asked, his hand still moving yours as he mixed a new color.

“he tried, i was just so terrible” you laughed, regulus wanted to combat the degrading comment.

“everything takes practice” he whispered, regulus grabbed a paint tube and squeezed out more white.

“that's not what i've heard about you-“

regulus paused, his stomach dropping, what have you heard about him? it was evident him and sirius didn’t have the best relationship so what did he tell you, his mind wandered.

“- i heard that you practically came out of the womb with a paint brush and good manners” you finished, a smirk on your face.

regulus forced himself to break from his thoughts and give you a reaction, “now that i can agree to” he said. He had always been told he was a good child but it was never by choice.

hours passed and now you were sitting on the floor going through his paints.

-

“y/n! cmon we aren't going to get good seats” peter grumbled.

it was friday, a week had gone past since you were with regulus, studying had taken over a lot of your time and when you had passed McGonagall's class you didn’t see him but every time you saw him in the halls you smiled, you thought of maybe striking up a conversation but when you saw him there was slytherin boys around him and if you stared too long at least one of them would sneer at you.

you looked around for something green, you knew your friends would say something about it and others would give you weird looks.

“Okay okay im coming stop rushing me” you sighed, running down the stairs.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” dorcas gasped, her hand grabbing the green sweater you were wearing.

“James is gonna be so pissed” peter whispered.

“We have to take risks sometimes right? Lets go” you put your hands on your hips as you grabbed your wand. Remus grabbed peter by the shoulders and pushed him out of the common room.

The wind bit at your cheeks, you could hear cheering and roaring. Slytherin vs gryffindor, the tension was thick. You sometimes hated quidditch, it made people mean and stressed out but thats what others liked about it.

You sat with your friends, odd one out in the red and gold sea of people, eyes constantly wandered to you and a few dirty looks here and there which would be scared off by remus. Pandora noticed you, a slight point and Evan's eyes caught on.

The game started, people cheered and boo’d, names were chanted. James and you locked eyes, his tongue pressed to his cheek and a scoff with a head shake was made.

Regulus’ stomach was uneasy, you were on his mind while getting ready, he couldn’t lose he had been practicing and coming up with strategies for the past week. His muscles strained and sweat poured off of him. He was nervous just getting on the broom.

He couldn’t look in the crowd, he had to focus. The game started quickly and james was already playing rough, almost knocking him into the posts and beams.

Hours passed, they were tied. You chewed on some popcorn that mary got you, dorcas cheered for her girlfriend and knocked over her drink. Remus laid back against your legs, he would sometimes go from watching to writing things down in his notebook. Peter and lilly talked, she held james’ sweatshirt in her lap.

One more point, thats all and slytherin could win. The snitch, it zipped around regulus, his eyes lighting up. James saw it too, he brows furrowed as he went for it.

They were going so fast, regulus looked to the side. It felt like everything slowed once he saw you, your eyes big and you sat up straight. You looked good in green. James knocked into him.

Regulus chased him, catching up to him quickly then surpassing him. Regulus strained as he reached for it almost falling off the broom. His eyes watered from the air.

Regulus closed his fist, he got it, the snitch was in his hand.

Hollers and roars came from slytherin and silence fell over gryffindor. “Fuck” james yelled and sirius caught up to him. James’ chest heaved, his fists clenched.

You jumped and screamed for regulus. Soon later people were leaving the stands, you all went to meet up with james and sirius.

Pandora and evan waited on regulus and barty, you laughed with remus and mary rubbing in that “your” team won.

Regulus was the first to walk out, his hair wet and you smiled at him and walked up to him. Meeting him halfway. Pandora held evan back and gave him a look.

“You did amazing reg!” you said, hugging him tightly. Regulus’ body froze, he’s never felt so good in his life. The pain on his muscles faded when normally if someone touched him he’d be so sore. He could smell your perfume, it was intoxicating. You soft with your touch, so soft he wished you’d press harder against him and never leave.

“I-i- you know im just glad i didn’t lose so i wouldn’t have to wear that stupid thing” regulus tried to joke, hoping it went well.

You pulled away, smiling even more “you know supporting a different team isn’t that bad” you laughed. Regulus rolled his eyes with a smirk, he made eye contact with evan, even smiled and nodded.

“You know id love to see you at the party tonight” you said, fiddling with your rings. Regulus’ face flushed. He went to some parties, never stayed more than an hour though.

“Yeah i’ll-”

“Are you fucking coming y/n we ain’t waiting for ever” james yelled, his hands on his hips and his face flushed.

“Ill talk to you later.” you sighed and waved. Regulus blinked a few times watching you walk away, your head hanging in shame. Remus threw his arm over your shoulder as the group walked away.

–

Music was loud, but the people were louder. It was dark and lights were shining on ceiling and walls. Slytherin’s common room was cold, your arms were chilly as you sipped on your drink.

You watched lily and james, he had her against a wall, a hand beside her head dipping in and out to whisper in her ear. It was hard to swallow. Sirius was going around bumping into people and dancing while peter chased after him.

Regulus watched you a minute before approaching, evan had made him pregame just a little before going to the party.

James was keeping an eye on you.

You smiled when you saw a familiar face walk up to you.

“Hello” regulus greeted.

You laughed, “you’re drunk” you sat your drink down and took his.

“Maybe” regulus smiled. He was barely tipsy but it was sweet to watch you try and take care of him. He rubbed his arm, his eyes on the ground. “i appreciate you supporting me” regulus added.

“I told you i would, you think i just wouldn’t keep my end of deal?” you asked with a soft laugh.

“No i-”

“y/n come here” james ordered sternly, another conversation interrupted, he was doing it on purpose. Regulus scoffed and looked at james.

James grabbed you hand and nodded in the other direction, “i have to talk to you”

You looked at regulus, “ill be back kay?” you smiled and started to follow james.

Regulus nodded, his face dropping and his eyes went back to the floor. He grinded his teeth. James thought he was better than everyone, no doubt his complex was threw the roof. Regulus dug his nails into the palm of his hand.

“James you are being fucking rude” you scolded as he walked you into a room.

“What did i tell you, stop hanging out with that fucker” james huffed, his chest was puffed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you james?” you asked him, throwing your arms out.

James got closer to you, he knew how to fuck with you. His hand pushed your hair out of your face. His voice softened to a whisper.

“You’re too good for him, he’s just gonna use you.”

You inhaled sharply. His hand grazing your cheek and you leaned into his touch.

[olga-antonovna]

Pandalily x Jegulus lavender marriage.

Is this already a thing? Because it needs to be a thing as far as I’m concerned.

For all you Pandora Rosier lovers out there think how happy Walburga would be knowing at least one of her sons managed to bag a pure-blood witch, from a wealthy and influential family no less. Little does she know… 😉

I am a firm believer in Pandora and Regulus being platonic soulmates so the thought of them being married but still being with their respective partners is pretty much the cherry on top for me.

There is so much potential in this like- can we talk about this more?? I mean, maybe I’m just being ignorant but I haven’t come across any posts regarding this.

Someone out there most definitely came up with an idea like this before me but I’d love to know more about the dynamic of it all.

[clockmax]

- A TWISTED FANTASY

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Navi!Reader

A/N: FINALLY AT A REST STOP WITH GOOD WIFI!! Going to Nevada for pretty much the entire summer and this road trip is literally killing me. rip to luna who had to wait so long for this (ily bb)

warnings: hate fucking, oral (M receiving) p in v, degrading and slight praise, dubcon, brief fingering, orgasm denial/edging, spanking, hate fucking, semi-public, marking, i think thats all.

REQUESTS OPEN

There were no words that could describe the situation between you and Jake. Absolutely none. 

It wasn’t just generally disliking each other; this was a different type of issue. You absolutely hated how that man was. Arrogant, selfish, how reckless he could be. But damn, this man was so fucking hot. You hated him, no, you despised him. Though there was no denying some of his actions could have you on the flipside. 

But nevermind that, he could never have you. There was just no way you’d give yourself to a man like him. Your mind and body could hate him, but there was no denying how god damn attractive he was. 

Every moment with him felt like hell. The way you both had to hold back your venom so as to not fight each other. The way you would huff and puff all because you were practically forced to spend time with him.

It was a blazing hell. You hated this man, and he hated you. But oh how he would get you worked up with all his teasing just to leave you alone, soaked in your pants. Jake was a cruel man, all because you two had some stupid childlike feud.

There was actually no beginning to why you both started hating each other, it just happened. When your parents let him into the clan, it just so happened that you both started disliking each other. Every time you were in a room with Jake, the tension in the air made it so thick it felt hard to breathe. Like you were going to suffocate on just the hatred alone.

And now here you were, in the forest, alone. Just you and your thoughts. 

The festival was too loud for you. But the cherry on top of that was how Jake kept looking at you the entire night. The way you constantly batted heads, even when you were not speaking was just aggravating.

The walk was peaceful, you were finally able to get some alone time. Some time to enjoy the true beauty of Pandora. It was calming in some sense, but your tension was still high.

A faint sound of a stick cracking far behind put you on alert, drawing your knife, tail swishing violently in the air. Your beards perked up, twitching at every little sound. Eyes darted around, trying to find the source of the cracking.

After what felt like an eternity, you were finally able to make out the figure approaching you.

Oh eywa.. Why him?

Of course it had to be Jake Sully coming to interrupt your peace. 

“Woah there princess, put the knife down, I’m not here to hurt you, yeah?” Jake’s tone was almost mocking, condescending even. 

You roll your eyes, dropping your knife, body still on high alert.

“Keep this up and I might hurt you.” You nearly spat back, tail swishing as your eyes met his.

There was a certain fire in his eyes, something with hatred that almost burned into lust. The way he looked at you, ready to fight with you again.  

“Someone’s got an attitude today,” Jake just kept mocking you, pushing your buttons, “How about we fix that, can’t have you going back to hometree spitting at everyone you see.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You turned away, walking deeper into the forest when you were pulled back, hands gripping at your waist.

“You heard what I said. Can’t let you back to hometree with an attitude.” His breath was hot against your ear.

Your whole body froze, his lips tracing behind your ear, hands gripping at the curve of your hips, breath landing on the nape of your neck. 

You wanted to get out of this situation badly, but eywa, having him this close did something to you. No matter how many times your head cursed him at this moment, the arousal growing in your womb was something you couldn’t hold back.

“You.. son of a bitch-” You mumble, taking in a sharp breath of air. 

“Yeah, yeah. Hate me all you want, kid, your body says different.” 

One of Jake's hands found its way past your loincloth, dipping past the fabric to your cunt. His other hand held onto one of your breasts, gently squeezing it, rolling your nipple in between two fingers. 

You knew you shouldn’t be doing this, especially with the man you hate. But god, it felt so good. It was twisted, really.

His fingers found their way to your sensitive bud of nerves, working it between his fingers pads. The sensation sent a shiver through your spine, a small gasp escaping your mouth. Your knees buckled a little, upper body almost folding in half already.

This was some kind of game now, seeing whoever could crumble first. Moving your hips, bumping your butt against Jake's bulge. He let out a low and quiet growl, his head moving back a little. 

“Jesus, kid. Yea, you feel what you do to me now?” *His voice was low, fingers working at your clit as his other digits rubbed between your folds.

It was a game of teasing, a game to see who could break first. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, but you couldn't help it. He was just touching in all the right places. 

Low mewls and gasps escaped your lips no matter how hard you tried to hold them in. You were biting your lip so hard that it was surprising that you weren’t drawing blood. 

His fingers left your clit, quickly replaced by his thumb. Two fingers prodded at your entrance before slipping inside, sending ripples of pleasure through you, fingers finding themselves cozy in your velvety walls. 

You arousal coated his fingers with ease, making a mess of your loincloth and his hands. It felt so wrong yet so right. You could not figure if you wanted to enjoy this, or hate it simply because it was from Jake. 

His lips kept at your neck, planting kisses, bites, whatever he could to almost mark you as his. You were his to hate but his to fuck. Almost like he was going to make you a stress reliever, something he could use to fuck his anger out. 

You could feel the pleasure build up in your womb, stomach coiling into knots. It felt so good, just until his fingers pulled away, the pleasure almost being ripped from you.

Jake looked at you, almost letting out a small chuckle at how pitiful you looked. Your orgasm being ripped away from you had let you whine, thighs rubbing together. 

“Knees, now.” Jake commanded, leaving no room for you to argue.

He gave your thighs a slap. You rolled your eyes, plating yourself on the forest floor. He looked at you, a silent command, almost telling you what to do. 

Your fingers found the knot of his loincloth, fumbling with it. You were getting frustrated, Jake looking down and watching you in amusement.

“What's the problem down there, sweetheart?” His voice was laced with mockery and venom, a small smirk appearing on his face.

“Shut up.” You hissed back, fingers struggling to undo the tight knot. 

Jake's fingers replaced your own, undoing the knot and tossing his loincloth to the side. His cock was practically rock hard already, beads of precum falling down his length. 

With reluctance, you let him push past your lips, down that pretty throat of yours. His hips rutted into you with some sort of urgency, but also anger and a desire.

His cock reached so far down your throat, squeezing around him as you slightly gagged. The sounds were just extra stimulation for Jake, his mind already in a frenzy. Small tears falling down your cheek as he pushed past your throat. 

Jake looks at you, all pretty on your knees as that anger burns in your eyes, before he says, “Now thank me.”

You go frigid, looking at him with an intensity behind those eyes of yours. He wanted you to do what? Why would you ever thank him?

“Fucking thank me for letting you swallow all my cum like a good girl."

There’s a dark edge in his voice, low grunts coming from his chest as his pace quickened, cock twitching in your mouth.

“Fuck that’s a good girl.” Jake mentioned in between grunts and low moans, 

“Thank you-” You manage to choke out, the tip of his cock bruising the back of your throat.

As soon as you say the words, hot ropes of cum are spurting from his dick, coating the inside of your mouth white. His thrusts coming to a halt as he lets out a moan, cock twitching in your mouth.

The noises coming from him sent a heat down to your core, clenching your thighs. There was still no way you were getting turned on by him, but you couldn't help but want his cock inside of you.

“Swallow.” He  pulled his length out of your mouth, looking down at you. Jake's voice was laced with a certain dark edge to it. 

Jake crouches down to your level, palm of his hand holding your chin as his two fingers squish your cheeks, preventing you from spitting.

And you do, with no other choice at the moment. The way he looks at you like you’re inferior to him makes you feel so small right now. His cum slides down your throat, almost washing away the hateful words you want to curse him with.

You looked at him with a fiery intensity. Half tempted to slap that cocky smile off his handsome face. Damn him for being so arrogant, for getting you in this situation. 

Your hands went to his shoulder, pushing him on his back. Jake didn’t make any attempt to stop you, he just looked at you with a cocky grin. Oh how badly you wanted to prove him wrong. 

Moving yourself on top, tossing your loincloth, legs straddling the side of his hips. Your hands found their way to his cock, aligning it with your entrance, sliding down.

Well, fuck.

You did not calculate his size. Fuck, it felt like he was splitting you in two. Throwing your head back, letting out a moan. There was a pain from the stretch, hands on his abs to stabilize yourself.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take it? Thought a slut like you would be able to.” His hands held your waist, pulling you deeper on him until he was all inside, letting out a groan.

You didn’t even think it was possible to take his size, legs shaking as your cunt adjusted. The pain mixed in with the pleasure, creating an overwhelming feeling that sent sparks all over your body. His tip was prodding at your cervix, his cock stretching you more than you could stretch yourself. 

“Atta girl, see? You could do it, just needed a little push.” The more Jake spoke, the more you wanted to slap him.

“Be quiet, so fucking cocky..” You mumbled, moving your hips up and down. Your mind was practically telling you to stop, that he was your enemy, you weren’t supposed to end up fucking. 

It’s not like you could stop anyways. As much as you hated Jake, as much as your rivalry ran deep, he just felt too good to stop.

Jake leaned back, watching the way your hips desperately moved, watching the way you slide up and down with some sort of urgency that was mixed with lust.

“Yea, can’t be calling me stupid now when you’re bouncing all up on my cock like a whore.” 

His gaze was fixed on your face, watching how your face contorted with pleasure, your plump lips opening to let out moans. 

It was a sight to see, and a sight he was going to keep in his memory. 

Jake’s hands held your hips in place, stopping your movement. One of his hands went to your hair, pulling you down onto his chest. Bringing his hips back, he thrusted into you with a force that you swore knocked the wind out of you.

His pace was rough and ruthless, fucking you dumb. All you could do was mewl and moan on his cock. You couldn’t even formulate a full sentence anymore, your body too lost in the euphoria. 

Then came back that familiar feeling again, ropes knotting in your stomach, coiling tight on each other. 

“Fuck- ‘s too much.. Jake-” You can’t help but let his name slip past your lips, your orgasm building up with such an intense and quick force, overwhelming your senses.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Gonna come for me?” Jake let out a low chuckle, hand finding its way to your bottom, holding one of your asscheeks before giving it a spank. 

The sensation and burn of it sent you overboard, coming around his cock as he drilled into you. Your lips fell open with a moan as your body shook, waves of pleasure crashing down on you in intense waves.

After a few more thrusts on Jakes end, he was spilling inside you. A low grunt coming to the surface as he held you in place, face burying into the crook of your neck.

For a few moments, you both laid there, just trying to process everything. You slid off him, finding your loincloth and adjusting it back on. You tossed Jake his loincloth, not even looking him in the eye.

You probably couldn’t even look yourself in the eyes after that. How tense things were going to be with the next following days.

You just got yourself into a mess that had only 2 endings. 

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[catbaiyun]

Tagged by @hypnostallev Thank uu The OC 8 Track Prompt Mix There are a lot of characters from Wh40k as I see hehe But so far I only have one developed original character that I've started actively drawing. (not the protagonist of any games or anything, I mean) Morana the Paleblooded

Morana was only 16 years old when she was turned into a vampire, but by the events of Skyrim she's almost a thousand years old. Because of this, her vibes are quiet, melancholy. But light, because of her youthful appearance. Frieren as a reference might help you understand what I mean. She tries not to drink the blood of intelligent races, limiting herself to animals because she realizes her danger. You could say she's overly kind, merciful, even naive. But because of this, she has met many good people who have accepted her and become close to her.

Coldplay - Viva La Vida ( cover by J.Fla )

The cranberries - Empty

Palaye Royale - LONELY (cover by sonienchen)

River - Anonymouz

Dido - Thank You

Boadicea - Enya

Atomic Heart - Прекрасное Далёко

Мельница — Любовь во время зимы But yeah, since that's case, I made Pandora's mix as well. :333

Pandora von Valancius - Rogue trader

Funny how she's the exact opposite of Morana.

When I first started playing RT I was like, “Okay. I want to play as a femme fatale character for the first time in my life. It's time.” And yeah. The game totally allows for it and it's fucking awesome.

Pandora is psyker-pyromance and bladedancer, as the cherry on the cake. The way she plays in combat is the same way she behaves in socializing. Bold, brash, sassy, sarcastic. Fire, in a word. But she's not without mercy. But just a little bit. (My roleplaying was in balance between all of convictions lol)

RIELL x Jim Yosef - Animal

Sam Tinnesz-Play with fire

Ricky Martin - Livin' La Vida Loca

Alessandra - Queen Of Kings

Sitar Tan - Flammable and Explosive

House of the Dragon OST - Queen Alicent's Entrance | The Green Dress

Tears into Wine - Billy Talent

Only Us - Miracle Of Sound

Still not sure who to tag, haven't made many social links here yet. ╮(︶▽︶)╭

[thankeywa]

Star-Crossed pt.4/? | Lo'ak x human!fem!reader (NSFW)

Warnings: once again, both Lo'ak and the reader are 20y/o, , MINORS DO NOT INTERACT with this or anything on my accounts. NSFW!!! this is the smut chapter. Nothing else. you can still skip this without losing any plot of the story.

words: 2.3k

summary: the reader is a human left behind on pandora, she grew up with the remaining humans who'd been allowed to stay on the planet after the war and has been friends with the Sully clan her entire life. She and Lo'ak were best friends until he began to pull away from her in their teen years for seemingly no reason. This story is about them reconnecting on the day of her twentieth birthday, and dealing with the feelings they have for each other and the obstacles that come with them being from two different worlds.

part 1 part 2 part 3

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Lo'ak was aware of the 'fight or flight' response that was said to be experienced by humans and other animals on Earth. Grace, Kiri's biological mother, had written entire journals about how, amazingly, Pandora's inhabitants went through something slightly different . It seemed that the entirety of the 'flora' and 'fauna' of Pandora was so interconnected, a prey knew whether it was time to run to live another day or give in and die, and predators also could sense whether or not a life should be spared once in a while. It was all to due with the balance of life, that Eywa so dutifully protected.

That didn't mean that the non-Na'vi dwellers of the planet did not feel fear or a basic strive for survival. Simply, that Eywa would sometimes intervene to give the two parties a way to reach an understanding.

Lo'ak was more than certain his human side was keeping him in a state of paralysis at that moment. But he didn't think that being intimate with his human better half was the sort of situation Eywa could give him insight on.

Nothing could have prepared him for this moment. He'd never even once considered the possibility that y/n reciprocated his feelings. Over the years he'd done his best to steer clear of any sort of... compromising thoughts he may have had of her — though he wasn't always successful.

Fortunately, she'd always seemed to prefer to wear significantly more clothes than Spider, but that had also left Lo'ak with a seemingly infinite number of questions.

"It's okay if you've changed your mind, Lo'ak..." y/n said softly, snapping him out of his reverie. She covered her chest and turned to look for her shirt again, suddenly feeling rather self conscious about the way she looked. She'd taken Lo'ak's silence and stillness as rejection.

The Na'vi quickly chased her lips for another kiss, whispering a thousand apologies to her in his native language. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. How could she not see it herself?

Lo'ak tentatively let one of his large hands leave y/n's cheek. It caressed her flushed neck, the dip of her shoulder until it finally came to cup the weight of her breast. Y/n could still feel him hesitate with every step, even shaking a little from how much he was afraid of hurting her. "Like this..." She guided Lo'ak's fingers, showing him all the different ways he could tease and tug at her nipple. "D-doesn't... doesn't that hurt?" Lo'ak attempted to recreate the motion on her other breast, now playing with both.

Y/n shook her head, desperately getting rid of the rest of her clothes so she could take care of the throbbing ache between her legs. Lo'ak had gotten surprisingly good at fondling her breasts in record time, and she wanted to show him exactly what he was doing to her. In between the middle of moaning his name and taking care of her aching cunt, she got a glimpse of the almost feral way he was staring down at her.

Lo'ak was drinking in every single detail of y/n's tiny body, dwarfed even more now that she was writhing in his lap. The second he saw her glistening pussy, an almost shameful wave of jealousy overcame him. He wanted to be the only one to ever see y/n that way, to get to pet her sweet little cunt. It was all his, and y/n could read it in his extremely dilated pupils.

"Everything okay, yawne?" Y/n panted sweetly, searching for another kiss. "You know I like it when you talk to me..." Lo'ak immediately showered her with more kisses, hating himself for stalling yet again. "No--yes... you just... you have a very pretty... syulang..." He said, his ears bending down in embarrassment. It took y/n a few beats to understand what Lo'ak meant by 'flower', and her cheeks felt quite warm at the realisation.

"I mean... all of you is... perfect. You're perfect." Lo'ak said with slightly more determination in his voice, hoisting y/n up in his arms so he could leave a kiss above where her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. She let out a keening sound when he took her left nipple in his mouth, still incredibly attent to being as gentle as he could. Y/n let him take his time exploring her, and Lo'ak worshipped her body until she was a trembling, moaning mess in his arms.

Y/n wanted to do the same. She wanted to run her hands over every single part of him. But it was kind of difficult when Lo'ak had her laid out on her back while he kissed and licked his way between her folds, seemingly unaware that he was going at a torturously slow place. Y/n begged and whined, but she was too far gone to even know what she was asking for anymore. Meanwhile, Lo'ak was completely intoxicated by her taste, keeping one of his large hands on her stomach so she wouldn't jump while he used his tongue to toy with her clit, always making sure to not as much as graze her with his teeth.

"Lo'ak, please..." Y/n let out a small sob, and Lo'ak looked up, sheepishly pulling away from the literal paradise he'd discovered between her thighs. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, but she furiously shook her head. "No... not that, yawne. Just, please... want to touch you..." It didn't matter that she'd been edged for so long, she suddenly didn't know how to ask Lo'ak to use his fingers. Or something more, which he wouldn't do anyway.

"But I like making you feel good..." Lo'ak didn't know how to say he'd been painfully hard and leaking just from eating her out, but now that y/n was sitting back up, there was no way she couldn't see his arousal. His loincloth was doing a rather poor job of hiding how much he wanted her. "I can't get enough of the way you taste..." He said in a shaky breath, cupping y/n's sex to feel the wetness there. She instinctively squeezed her thighs around his hand and he understood.

Lo'ak knew y/n used her fingers to play with herself, but his own were considerably larger and longer. How could she possibly take them inside of her? "Please, yawne, I need you..." She coaxed him to relax once again with her words, getting rid of the last clothes that were separating them. Y/n took in the sight of Lo'ak's large cock standing proudly, and curiously began to touch him with both hands.

Then sight of y/n's smaller hands tentatively trying to work his erection almost made Lo'ak go cross-eyed. "W-what are you..." He cursed, burying his head in y/n's neck when she began to play with his head, using her thumb to put the exact right amount of pressure as she teased the sensitive tip in quick circles.

Y/n bit her lip and giggled at the deep purring sound that came out of him. Almost as if to get back at her, Lo'ak slid one of his fingers deep inside of her, following the warm curves of her inner walls. Only when y/n let out a loud moan of relief, did he fully realise what he was doing. "Fuck, Lo'ak--" She reprimanded him softly for giving her no warning, but quickly began to rut herself down onto his digit, finding a rhythm at was good for her while squeezing down on the base of his shaft with both her hands. The pressure almost made Lo'ak see nothing but white.

What had he been so afraid of? The two of them were clearly attuned to each other's needs, and he never wanted to stop giving y/n pleasure like the one he could hear in her voice at that moment. Lo'ak began to curl his finger inside of y/n, before tentatively pumping it in and out of her while she held onto his neck for dear life.

It didn't take him long to understand where most of her pleasure was coming from, so he took matters into his own hands. Literally.

"N-no, no..." She whined when he took his finger out, but he kissed her, silently telling her not to worry. Lo'ak got them back in their original position, with him lying on his back and y/n sprawled out across his stomach. He ran his hand down her spine, and she lifted her hips up a little when she understood, letting him hook his fingers into her cunt from behind while he kept a firm grip on her ass.

Fingers. Because she was now taking two of them. And beautifully too, if Lo'ak had anything to say about it. He'd never seen her so completely lost in herself; and there she was now, giving in to the white heat of the fire he could feel inside of her. It was almost too much. Every desperate cry, every languid rotation of her hips, every scratch she left on his body, wanted to make him take y/n for himself. He wanted to see if she could sing just as beautifully while bouncing on his cock. But he knew exactly how dangerous those thoughts were.

He held y/n impossibly closer to him and pumped in a third finger along with the rest. Y/n's face contorted in something Lo'ak could not explain, but before he could stop himself, she was stilling in his arms. Her walls clamped down on his fingers, gushing around them. Y/n's body went as still as a rock as she tried to ground herself through her orgasm, suddenly feeling very cold and high on adrenaline at the same time. She needed Lo'ak to hold her tight.

The last thing she would have ever expected was for her lover to give out a horrified wail that she herself felt tear through his chest.

Y/n was bleeding. He'd made her bleed. "I hurt you." He panted, unable to look away from the blood on his fingers. "I knew it, I should never have-- "

"Yawne, calm down." Y/n tried to reassure him, touching his face gently. "I did not hurt me, I didn't even realize..."She sighed, feeling guilty for not having warned him sooner. "It's completely normal."

"Normal?" Lo'ak asked, bewildered. "You are bleeding." How could he have thought for a single second he could have trusted himself to hold y/n without causing her harm?

"It can happen sometimes to humans... more often than not during their first time... "She explained. "Something inside me just ripped, is all. It burns a little now, but you were making me feel so good I barely even felt the pain..." The thought of three of Lo'ak's fingers being more than enough to break her hymen made the possibility of taking his cock slightly more daunting than she'd previously imagined. But that didn't mean y/n no longer wanted him with every fiber of her being. "It won't happen again, if that makes you feel any better..."

Lo'ak pulled her close and kissed her. "You are so strong." He whispered, thinking about how lucky he was to have someone who had so willingly given themselves to him. Who trusted him with every part of their being. He hoisted y/n in his arms and took her to the bathroom, cleaning them both off with warm water and a soft towel. Even after all those years, he still remembered where everything was in her home.

As he did so, he knelt down in the small room that was clearly not built to accommodate someone of his stature and began to leave delicate kisses over y/n's mound and between her folds. It was his way of apologizing for the discomfort he'd caused her. "Are you trying to 'kiss it better'?" She giggled softly, running her hands through his braids. "Lo'ak, I promise you I'm okay..."

"Yes..." Lo'ak answered her question. "But I also just love kissing you here..." He admitted, looking up at y/n with nothing but reverence in his eyes.

It was hard to keep their hands off of each other for the rest of the night. Y/n desperately wanted to worship Lo'ak's body in the same way he'd done with her, and she wasn't going to rest until he finally let go and let someone else take care of him for once.

After a passionate make-out session against her bathroom sink, they'd stumbled back into the warmth of their bed and Lo'ak was once again aching for her. Y/n took in every single one of his reactions as her hands worked their magic over his cock: his grunts, his soft growls, his furrowed brow, and his hooded lids. Although nothing got to her quite in the same way as when he would bare his teeth, giving her a little glimpse of his sharp canines. Lo'ak was incredibly vulnerable at that moment, and he was all hers.

"Fuck, fuck y/n... " He unwillingly bucked his hips into her touch, almost throwing y/n off him by accident. "Oh shit--- sorry baby, come back here." Lo'ak reached for her and manhandled her back into his lap, unable to bite back a smile when she laughed a little. He enveloped himself around her completely, making sure the incident wouldn't happen a second time, as y/n brought him closer and closer to the edge.

Lo'ak exploded between them without much of a warning, surprising y/n with the heaviness of his load. She let out a soft moan as most of it painted her stomach, working Lo'ak's cock with her hand until he'd given her every last drop. The Na'vi was ready to apologize, embarrassed even in a state of afterglow, when he saw her bring her own finger to her lips to get a taste of his essence.

Lo'ak felt unable to breathe as he took in the debauched sight of y/n, her belly and lips covered with his seed while she looked up at him innocently.

It was going to be a long night.

[karikarasuno]

sonder ch. viii

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader x Levi Ackerman

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Lack of Communication, Flirty Behavior, Masturbation, Eavesdropping, Descriptions of Sex, Too Many Feelings

Word Count: 5.6k

song(s) for the chapter: my all by mariah carey

chapter vii | chapter viii | chapter ix

Pandora’s box. That was what Moblit and Hange were currently trying to pry open from you with their bare hands. When you agreed to take a late lunch with Moblit, you hadn’t realized that your chicken caesar wrap would be accompanied with a side of interrogation. All lighthearted and well-intentioned, but you’ve been unsurprisingly irritable lately. Your newly realized feelings for Levi and Erwin left you emotionally drained and physically tense. Not that it was anyone else’s fault but your own. Moblit, though, was not helping the situation. And Hange’s erratic commentary was truly the cherry on top.

“I’m just saying you all seem awfully close,” Moblit said. He was teasing you and it was clear, but you couldn’t help but bristle at his words. 

“Friends fuck sometimes and that’s okay,” Hange added, thoughtful and serious, which made your jaw drop and your food bitter in your mouth. 

“Hange, please,” you said, pushing your half-eaten wrap to the side and taking a sip of your iced hibiscus tea instead. “We’re not,” your lips refused to fix around the word fuck out loud, “sleeping together.”

“So then what are you three doing together all the time?” Moblit asked innocently. The innocence was a mere facade, though, since you knew he was simply trying to fish for information. 

“Hanging out. Y’know, like we are, right now.” 

“Right,” he said unconvinced. “So you expect us all to believe you’re not dating?”

“Yes, exactly that. Because it’s not a belief if it’s a fact,” you bit out, your eyes narrowing at him when he smiled and shrugged.

“So you and Erwin are just hanging out as friends this Saturday?”

“How the hell do you even know about that?!” You whispered loudly, leaning towards him and snatching a potato wedge from his plate as payment for your distress. Levi had asked a favor of you yesterday when he had to take a last minute shift for Saturday since one of his regular patients needed an emergency session. Erwin’s father and his fiancee signed up for a dance lesson for their upcoming wedding and invited Erwin and Levi to join them. But given Levi’s schedule change, he asked you to join them in his place. You said yes (obviously) because you said yes to all of their requests, even if it was at your own emotional expense. 

“Levi told me,” Hange said casually. “He only feels a little bad over it because he hates dancing.”

“Of course he did and of course he does,” you responded grumpily as you slouched back in your seat and looked out the window you were seated beside. “This is just a favor anyway, nothing else.”

“Not a date,” Moblit nodded, as if he was agreeing with you when in actuality he was pressing you further. 

“Do you think my first date with someone would be a double date with his dad and his dad’s fiancee?”

“Sounds romantic enough to me,” he grinned, swiping the uneaten half of your wrap and taking a large bite in retaliation for the wedge you stole. You stared at him for a minute, observing the tiny moments of intimacy he always shared with Hange. The light grazing of his fingers on the back of their neck or the way they always made sure he had enough to drink in his cup. It seemed so easy. Fluid. Envy turned in your gut and it was only worsened by the knowledge of knowing your friends bore witness to your complicated relationship with Levi and Erwin, but knew you couldn’t do anything about it. 

“I don’t see what your point is,” you mumbled, glancing away from them again as Hange took a napkin and cleaned the corner of Moblit’s mouth that had a smear of caesar dressing left there aggressively. You fought a disgusted sneer at the softness between them to not come off as bitter. Which you definitely were.

“My point is, if it sounds like dating and it looks like dating,” he said it slowly as if you were beyond the capability of comprehension. “It’s dating.”

“Well maybe you should break it to your buddies that according to you they have a girlfriend,” you said with an annoyed eye roll. “Because as far as I know I am their neighbor who also happened to turn into a friend.”

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way,” Hange started, leaning forward with their elbows on the table. “But we’ve known Levi and Erwin for a long time and all we’re trying to say is it’s worth a conversation.”

“What conversation is there to be had?” You whined in exasperation. The memory of your almost kiss with Levi popped into your mind without your consent, the skin of your neck and chest warming up at the thought. That was a conversation that definitely needed to be had, but it had already been weeks since that night and neither of you made a move to bring it up. And with all your dinners together since then another incident like that hadn’t happened again. So, you forced it from your mind and refused to dwell on something that may have meant nothing at all. 

“The one regarding your feelings,” Moblit emphasized.

“What feelings?” You said stubbornly, arms crossing and an agitated huff released from your lips. You were starting to hate how easy it was for Moblit to read you. He had an uncanny ability of seeing straight through you. His intuition was nearly always right, especially when it came to the sticky complication of the emotions you swore you hid quite well. 

“You’re hopeless,” Moblit shook his head, placing your wrap back on your plate with a large chunk missing. Thankfully, they dropped the topic after that. But your mind couldn’t help but toss the concept around in your head for the rest of the day. 

They made it sound so simple. So normal. As if you entering an already established relationship with two men wasn’t odd or complicated. And it wasn’t as if you were any sort of advocate for traditional relationships. It was just something you never considered. A relationship with one man nearly broke you in two. And almost a year later, you were still reeling from the aftermath. It was hard enough grappling with the fact that you were falling in love with two people at the same time. You recognized long ago that you had the capacity for it. Loving people with your whole being was not a foreign concept to you. But extending that love, acting on that love, that you held for Levi and Erwin seemed crazy in a way that you couldn’t imagine. 

If one man had the capability to crack your soul in half so deeply the damage seemed irreparable, you could not fathom giving your heart away to two. Surely, the loss of their friendship alone would leave you raw and exposed. It would reverse all the work you had done this far. And you were afraid of the person you would become if you faced another loss like that. You felt jaded and cynical enough. If you handed your heart over to them, only for it to be returned in pieces seemed like a fruitless endeavor. Stupid, even. 

So you kept it exactly where it was. In the center of your chest with a stitched crack down the middle. 

“Erwin, we’re going to be late,” you called for him from his doorway. He was adamant on finding his black t-shirt, which you didn’t realize was even a remotely big deal. But, apparently it was and you had to be at the dance studio by 5pm. Currently, it was 4:36pm and it was a 20 minute drive. 

“Just a second! I found it,” he yelled back excitedly and you couldn’t hold back your loud sigh because you really did hate being late to things like this. It always made you anxious. Another minute passed as you began to tap your heeled foot against the concrete step outside his door because you were convinced that if you stepped inside he wouldn’t feel your obvious sense of urgency. 

“Erwin!” You shouted again, pulling your phone out of your purse to double check the time. 

“I’m coming,” he rounded the corner breathlessly, black shirt fitted around his torso with a zip up slung over his shoulder since it was still chilly outside this early in the new spring season. 

“You looked fine before,” you complained, grabbing his forearm and tugging him outside when he was close enough. “I don’t know why you needed to change.”

He locked the door behind himself, bounding down the steps to meet you at the gate. His hand found the small of your back then as he guided the two of you to his car, “I wanted to match.”

He grinned down at you with pleasant sincerity. As if matching with you was a necessity to this particular outing, and if he didn’t he would’ve ruined the entire thing. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” he smiled again and opened the door for you. “What’s the point in going to a couples dance class if we don’t match?”

Your jaw ticked at the word couple, your muscles spasming in your lower back when his hand disappeared and left you cold and tense. He was excited, but you could sense his nervous energy the moment you were in the car and driving towards your destination. This wouldn’t be his first time meeting his father’s fiancee, but it was still evident that he struggled with the idea of his dad getting remarried. And in typical Erwin fashion he played everything off as if it didn’t truly bother him. But knowing him for almost a year now, you could sense the tiny cracks in his facade. The fractures in his usually ebullient personality were starting to become more and more apparent. You wanted him to feel comfortable in your presence. And at present his nerves were crackling off of him like sparklers in the hands of a child on new year’s eve.

“Are you nervous?” You asked, eyes tracking a couple on the sidewalk beside the car as they walked their dog. 

“About?” His tone was hesitant, like he could sense you calling him out on his anxious energy. But instead of confronting him like Levi probably would have, you allowed his feign on indifference to steer your conversation. 

“Stepping on my toes,” you said with a teasing smile at him. He stopped at a red light, turning to grin at you–teeth white and smile blinding. 

“Oh sweetheart,” he replied in playful condescension, “I’m a terrific dancer.”

“We’ll have to see about that,” you responded snidely, expression unconvinced as you turned to look at him just as the light turned green. He released a loud laugh, his hand moving from the gear shift and hovering above your knee for a second. You were curious as to what he was about to do, your thigh tensing involuntarily before his hand landed on your knee and he squeezed. Your breath was held tightly in your chest, your cheeks growing warmer (a constant, uncontrollable reaction you were becoming increasingly more irritated by), and when his hand didn’t move for the rest of the drive every attempt you made at relaxing only made the discomfort fester more beneath your skin. 

The studio was small and on the second floor of a renovated townhome with a cute bookstore on the first floor. On one side of the room were floor to ceiling windows with a perfect view of the park that was just across the street. The lights were golden and dimmed to create an intimate and private atmosphere. Before you entered the studio, your short heels clicking satisfyingly against the glossed wooden floor panels, Erwin’s phone rang and he stepped back out, leaving you to greet the instructors alone. 

They were an older couple with thick accents that you could only attribute to an eastern European country, but you weren’t sure which one. 

“Hello, pretty,” the woman greeted you first, leaning over to press her cheek against yours. She was beaming at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement and you couldn’t stop the sheepish smile from stretching your lips in response. Her husband, you assumed, extended his hand to you in a warm handshake. 

You heard Erwin finally walk in behind you again, tugging on your purse to slip his phone inside before he said, “Looks like it’s just you and me. That was my dad and he said he can’t make it.”

“Is everything ok?” You said with a note of worry, but also the itchy feeling of anxiety stirred in your chest because this truly was a date now. Whether you wanted to admit that or not. 

“Yeah, he’s okay. I refused to ask what he was up to considering the fact that he was out of breath.” He shivered at the thought, and you laughed at the grossed out look on his face. 

“I don’t blame you,” you said, stepping aside so the instructors could introduce themselves. You had to suppress an eye roll when Erwin kissed the older woman on the cheek and she pulled away blushing. Someone had to be immune to his charms and it was unfortunate that it wasn’t you.  

“You two make such a beautiful couple,” the lady said warmly as she led Erwin further into the room and you saw his face light up in the mirror that was parallel to you. 

“Oh, we’re n-”you started, but was swiftly interrupted by Erwin’s appreciative, “thank you.”

Maybe it was easier to indulge rather than explain in a roundabout way to strangers that you weren’t actually together. And that he actually had a boyfriend. Both of which you spend an alarming amount of time with. 

“If it sounds like dating and it looks like dating. It’s dating.”

Moblit’s words clanged around your skull like a ping pong ball gone rogue. The sharp sounds rang in your ears and you were dumbly frozen in place until Erwin turned towards you with an outstretched hand and a teasing, “are we gonna dance or are you too worried about stepping on my toes?”

Embarrassingly enough, you did step on Erwin’s toes. Not because you lacked the coordination or balance or rhythm, but because you were stiff as a board. He was impossibly close to you. One hand on the small of your back applied enough pressure to keep your bodies pressed together while his other hand held onto yours securely. It was a simple waltz, but you couldn’t concentrate on anything besides the way his firm body felt pressed up against the softness of yours. 

Finally, when you were awarded a short break as the instructors went over to choose another song, you all but pushed Erwin off of you so that you could inhale a breath that wasn’t stained with the smell of his cologne. He was smiling as if he was thoroughly enjoying himself. And looking at you as if he was privy to some sort of damning information about you. 

“You need to loosen up,” he said while stepping back into your space, his hands swiftly finding your shoulders and massaging the very present tension there. You sighed, the knot that settled near your neck forever ago being worked out by his attentive and strong fingers. “You know Levi can massage this out for you,” he added when he felt the obvious discomfort in your shoulders. 

“I’m not gonna bother him with that,” you shrugged Erwin off as you said it, inhaling another steadying breath. 

“It wouldn’t be a bother,” he chuckled, “we have a massage table in the guest room for a reason.”

You had never stepped foot in their guest room so that came as a surprise. “I’ll think about it,” you said, waving off the suggestion because downright refusing would only trigger his more persistent side. 

“Ok! Back to positions,” the woman called out, hands clapping together giddily. You recognized the song immediately. The first sounds of My All by Mariah Carey delicately filled the room and your spine tensed once again. You stopped yourself from groaning because out of all the songs this one had all the romantic yearning you could possibly imagine. And with Erwin’s hands on you again and your chest firmly secured against his, you had to close your eyes to steady the racing of your heart that you were sure he could feel pounding against his rib cage. 

“Relax,” he leaned over and whispered in your ear, his lips dangerously close to touching the shell of your ear as he squeezed your hand in an attempt to be reassuring. “Stop concentrating and let me lead you.”

You allowed your forehead to fall to his chest and swallowed down the apprehension that wasn’t allowing you to just enjoy the moment. Regardless of what Moblit said or how you felt for Erwin or Levi, you shouldn’t ruin the fragments of familiarity and intimacy offered by them. Whether it was their strange way of extending friendship or something much more complicated, you took it. You let Erwin lead you in a waltz. You relaxed your shoulders and when you took one last breath and looked up at him he was staring down at you with affection. Maybe tonight you would pretend– just as he had when you stepped in the room– that you really were a couple. That tonight instead of going home to a bed alone, you would feel the safety of two bodies beside you. In an ideal world it would be that simple. 

But reality had a sick way of reminding you that nothing was ever that simple. But a girl could dream. 

“Oh my god, look!” You said as you made your way to the car. There was a flower beginning to bloom right beside a tree. And even though snow hadn’t fallen in weeks, the dreadful chill persisted. And while the sun set hours later, spring had yet to reveal herself to you. 

Erwin stopped suddenly beside you, his arm bumping into your back from the abruptness of it. You were pointing excitedly at the flower. It was a tiny little thing with white petals. Nothing worth noting, really, but the stranger of hope began to introduce herself to you again. It was odd how something so seemingly insignificant made your heart grow in your chest. 

“Oh would you look at that,” he said, following the line of your finger with his eyes, “Levi’s gonna be happy about this. He’s been grumbling about his plants for the last month.”

“It’s how he relieves his stress,” you teased, smiling at the memory of Levi fussing over his herbs that sat in the kitchen window and cursing winter for overstaying its welcome. 

You heard Erwin scoff out a laugh beside you while unlocking the car as you approached. “I, personally, could think of far better ways to relieve stress,” he said as he reached around your shoulder to open the passenger side door for you. There was far more suggestion in his tone than you appreciated. And with how close his voice was to your ear again, you couldn’t suppress the shiver that went straight down your spine and scattered frenetically across your skin. 

The initiation of temptation had to be purposeful on his end. The lingering touches and over-indulgent words couldn’t be a coincidence and you were beginning to wonder if this was some game or if all three of you were treading across a tightrope that got thinner and thinner the further you balanced across. Someone was bound to fall first. And you were afraid it just might be you since you were barely hanging on as it was. 

But the fear of breaking after such a long fall was what kept your core tight and your body forcing your feet to remain unsteady on the rope. You were starting to believe, though, that neither Erwin nor Levi had those same priorities. Especially when, as you were stepping into the vehicle, Erwin leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your head. It was so unexpected that it gave you pause, your foot braced on the floor of the car as you whipped your head to face him. He was smirking at you expectantly, eagerly awaiting your reaction like he was trying to bait you into something. 

And in your disheveled state most of the words you knew seemed to escape you. Yet, the only thing you could manage was a petulant, “leave that man and his hobbies alone. Don’t be nasty.”

His grin grew wildly into something wicked. Your stomach flipped and desire swirled around dangerously low in your gut. He nudged you into a seated position, your head bumping against the head rest before he grabbed the seatbelt and clicked it into place for you. When his face was merely a few inches from yours, his breath casting puffs of air across your lips, you were taken back to the evening on your couch with Levi. And you wondered if he knew what almost happened that night. But as much as you wanted to look up into his eyes for some sort of confirmation, they refused to stray from his lips. 

“Fine,” you saw his lips shift around the word seductively, “but just know my idea of stress relief is much more fun.”

He pushed himself off the center console, ducking out of your door and then shutting it behind him. You were startled in a way you couldn’t really describe. Desire flowed through your veins like fear. Lust drove through your heart like anxiety. And it was the most conflicting set of emotions you have ever had the displeasure of feeling. Because now he wasn’t even being secretive about it. 

And for the first time since befriending the neighborly couple, you were beginning to feel like you may be in over your head. 

“Ok,” you started as you strode into Moblit’s office at 8:06 am, exactly two minutes after you saw him enter the office. He barely had his things set down before you shut his door and closed the blind to the small window he had that overlooked the cubicles. 

“What’s with the secrecy?” He said, a bit concerned, but mostly amused. He was still shrugging off his coat when you started to pace. Which you knew wasn’t the best look, but after your evening with Erwin and then stealthily avoiding them for the rest of the weekend to protect your sanity after what you overheard after he dropped you off at your door. You knew you weren’t crazy regardless of how you absolutely, positively felt crazy. 

Erwin wouldn’t intentionally fuck his boyfriend loud enough for you to hear through the wall that separated your living room from their bedroom. He couldn’t possibly know you were even laying on your couch that night because you were too lazy to get up and drag your ass to bed because strangely enough the arches of your feet were sore from dancing in heels for an hour and a half. It had to be another coincidence. But you knew the mood Erwin was already in when you left the studio. He had reckless energy coursing through him the entire drive home. Even when you stopped to grab takeout on the way home, he still possessed that crackly, staticky spirit that had you shifting in your seat expectantly. 

So, you could confidently assume that he was horny. Especially with the way he carried himself with a sense of emboldened carelessness. He kissed you again on your doorstep, this time on your cheek and narrowly missing your lips so much so he might as well have kissed them. So, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when you were startled awake from a sleep you hadn’t realized you fell under to a thud. It was muffled and distant sounding. You knew it couldn’t have come from inside your apartment so you decided to ignore it and chalk it up to the sounds of the city. But then, as sleep threatened to pull you under again, you heard a groan and a creak. Realization flooded over you like a bucket of cold water. Goosebumps rose on your skin in recognition of what was occurring on the other side of the wall and a fierce blush blossomed on your cheeks. Your whole body rising in temperature and that strange feeling returned to your gut. 

The heels of your palms pressed into your eyes and you knew you should probably gather yourself and head to your bed. But when you heard another moan, this one longer and needier than the last, you struggled to come up with a good enough argument to actually get up. One that based itself on something other than this probably being morally wrong. Eavesdropping on your friends while they were clearly getting hot and heavy was not an appropriate way to end your evening, but the weight of your touch deprivation was burying you into the cushions beneath you. You couldn’t even remember the last time you touched yourself. With the chronic stress and anxiety that exhausted your body it was difficult to conjure up the energy to even get yourself off. 

But this, this fervent desire that had rooted itself in your bones hours ago due to Erwin’s blatant teasing, was nearly suffocating you. Maybe you shouldn’t have allowed your hand to trail down your abdomen, smoothing over your sleepshirt and slipping hesitantly between your thighs. And you shouldn’t have matched the pace of your fingertips rubbing greedy circles against your clit with the way their headboard thumped against the wall. You muffled your own moans with the back of your free hand, merely mimicking what you knew to be Levi’s voice groaning alongside what you could only assume was Erwin fucking him. 

Your imagination, as vivid as it was, was running away from you. The idea of Erwin and Levi together in any position you could pull from your own memory was sending a hurried flush over your skin. Lips on heated skin, hands kneading at reddened flesh, it was too much. You already knew how pretty Levi looked with rose-tinted cheeks and wine-stained lips, and you could nearly feel Erwin’s strong body cradling yours. Being held by him without the layers of thin clothing separating your sweat-dampened skin. It was surprising how close you were to finishing with only a few sticky strokes to your clit. The pent up sexual frustration evidently brought to its boiling point. 

All you could hear, all that was replaying in your mind as you came over your own fingers was Levi whining out Erwin’s name in desperation. The sound of his release was obvious when Erwin could only respond with a “yes, Levi” and the pace of the headboard hitting the wall quickened for a few seconds before everything went silent. 

You lied there in astonishment and shame. Your fingers wet with your own release and your body slightly sweaty from unexpected exertion. How were you going to face them again after that? When all you would be able to hear when they spoke to you was the gruffness of their moans and the noises they made as they came?

It would surely haunt your every conversation and interaction from now until forever. 

“Are you gonna talk or would you prefer to burn a hole into the rug with your incessant pacing?”

Moblit’s voice startled you straight out of your memory. Your orientation returned to you once you remembered you were in Moblit’s office on the verge of a nervous breakdown instead of post-orgasm and spiraling out on your own couch after listening to your best friends have sex. When you met Moblit’s gaze, his amusement diminished in favor of true concern. Maybe you also looked just as crazy as you felt. 

“I’m in big trouble,” you said, arms crossing and eyes averting to look out onto his view of the lake that was miles away but still visible through the spaces between the high rises. 

“Legal? Do you owe someone money?” He said, hands leaning onto his desk and it should’ve sounded like a joke but he was being utterly serious. 

“I don’t want to know why that was where your mind immediately went. Quite frankly, it scares me,” you said, expression a mixture of confusion and astoundment. “But no, I don’t owe anyone money. I just maybe haven’t been completely forthcoming about my current situation with Levi and Erwin.”

“You totally fucked, didn’t you?” He smirked at you like he knew it all along. Like you couldn’t possibly keep anything from him without him finding out in some way. Which should’ve agitated you more than it did, but you were too wrapped up in your mess to scold him over it.

“No!” You said louder than you intended, so you lowered your voice when you added, “we didn’t fuck. At this point, I think that would be the simpler situation.”

“I have a feeling you’re being a little dramatic,” he said softly, again acting as if having a threesome with your two closest friends who were in a years long relationship didn’t have the potential to ruin things to an atomic degree. 

“Ugh,” you sighed, deciding to sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “A couple of weeks ago Levi and I almost kissed, and up until my date on Saturday with Erwin I was under the impression that he didn’t know about that given the fact that Levi and I have pretended it never happened. We were also high so I kinda thought he didn’t remember it.”

“So it was a date,” Moblit grinned, leaning back comfortably in his office chair as he looked directly at you. 

“Can you believe that his dad canceled on us at the last minute?” You complained, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “So, yes it very much felt like a fucking date. And it really messed with my head, especially because Erwin was being so…”

You allowed the sentence to hang there, not sure how to really describe Erwin’s behavior towards you that night. He was treating you like it was the early stages of a relationship. The unmistakable air of a date, the touching, the closeness. It was all so real and unplatonic-like. You groaned into your hands while your body fell deeper into the seat. 

“What do I do?” You emphasized whinily, peering at Moblit’s smug face between the cracks in your fingers. 

“Did Erwin make a move on you?” He asked simply, and you scrunched your face up in thought because the answer in your mind was yes, but the lines were blurry and you couldn’t see them clearly enough to come up with a straight answer. 

“I mean, how would you define ‘making a move’?” You thought back to the kisses he left on your temple and cheek, which he has done before. And the way his hands never strayed far from your body, whether it was your waist or the small of your back or even when he rested it on your knee on the drive there. You thought of his reassuring words and how he put your seatbelt on for you once you left the dance lesson. Those all felt like moves, but they also all felt like Erwin. 

And Erwin was handsy and clingy. 

“You know exactly how I would define it,” he replied dumbly and you fought the eye roll that always followed you whenever you spoke with Moblit. You loved him, but weren’t always too fond of him calling you out on your bullshit. 

“Fine, then yes, he was very,” you made weird grabby hands at Moblit, who frowned and tilted his head but seemed to understand what you were trying to convey. 

“Did he kiss you?”

“Not exactly.”

“Not exactly?”

“He kissed me like right here,” you pointed to the corner of your mouth and refused to make eye contact with him. You felt so juvenile and ridiculous. This was so much harder than having a teenage crush. So much worse too. 

And it was made even worse when you heard Moblit stifle a laugh. When you glared at him, he couldn’t suppress the cackle where it was currently lodged in his throat and slipped out in one absurd sound. 

“You’re so annoying,” you grumbled as you rose to your feet, fully intent on trudging back to your office and hiding out there for the rest of the day. 

“Wait,” he called after you, and you stubbornly turned around to face him again. “I’m gonna suggest something a little crazy… talk to them.”

“Why can’t you just let me be difficult?” You had to stop yourself from stomping one of your feet on the ground petulantly. 

“Because this isn’t as difficult as you’re making it, I promise.”

You heard the earnestness in his voice. He truly believed that this thing between you, Levi, and Erwin would work out. And you weren’t sure if he was delusional or if you were oblivious. But the ache in your chest only ever subsided when you were with them. The feelings you harbored could be one-sided but as each day ended and another began that didn’t seem like the case. Fear gripped you, though, tightly around the neck, squeezing your vocal cords together and refusing you to utter a word about your love for them. Your very real, awful, tragic, beautiful love for them. 

“What if I ruin it again?” You said barely above a whisper. You wanted to shrink into yourself. Nothing but raw insecurity ripped through you. “I can’t do that to myself again.”

[goldensunfyre]

Fic idea feel free to use 😂

Hii so I had a shitty idea for a Lo’ak x reader and Spider x reader fic but unfortunately I’m not a writer so feel free to use this if you want …. So the reader grew up with the Sully kids and Spider she was the daughter of Parker Selfridge who was also left behind on Pandora but she spent most of her time in the lab because she knew what her father did to the na’vi .… but that didn’t stop Lo’ak to develop his feelings for her but he was na’vi and she human so he never told her about the feelings he had …. and becouse of all the war with the sky people he never found the right time and opportunity to tell her and the cherry on top was them having to leave to Awa’atlu plus Neytiri would never aprove of their relationship because she was a sky demon and the daughter of who she was …. after the fight with Quaritch and all that …. spider went back to the forest (cuz I don’t think the metkayina wouldn’t like to have him there) and in those years Spider and reader develop an intimate relationship (sort of friends with benefits) cuz humans and their curiosity about each other bodies and them being the only ones of their age everyone in the lab kinda saw it coming …. and after a few years of being away (them being young adults now) Lo’ak decides to go back to the forest with his family to visit the clan but Jake was against the idea because he knew about Spider and reader trough one of the conversation he had with Norm and he knew it would leave Lo’ak heartbroken even though years have passed he knew that deep down Lo’ak still had feelings for her reminding him of how close they were in their childhood and even at that young age they all could see the love Lo’ak had for that girl …. but either way Lo’ak convinces them to go and after seeing her again all the memories of them came back but he discovers their relationship by catching them in the act but to Lo’ak it would mean they were mates (cuz I think the na’vi would only do that with their chosen mate) which leaves him heartbroken and with a feeling of betrayal because Spider always knew how he felt about her but what Lo’ak didn’t want to see or acknowledge was that deep down he knew Spider liked her just as much as he did and Spider never said anything because they were best friends and in those years alone with her he never thought the Sullys would come back so he decided to finally act on those feelings …. it’s like a smutty angsty with a happy ending or not kkk both of them are amazing and deserve happiness but it’s up whoever likes and wants to write it to decide the ending

Yeah I know it’s a cheesy and shitty idea but I used my last brain cell to come up with this kkk

And if someone likes the idea and decides to write it please tag me and feel free to change anything kkk

(English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes)

(This is kinda how I thought of them as young adults)

Art by: CrazyTom0712 on twitter

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happy BIRTHDAY comic post

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Edit:This comic took mee 5 daaaaays....

ALSo Today is my birthday 😭🐐🎉🎉🎂

Sorry four sans,You are banned from happy birthday comic 😔😭

Characters:

-my sheep demon sona

- neon "starburst"

-splash (an anxiety sans and juan raindrop sans)

-xena (an cross sans and Morgan [xtale] shipchild)

-via swirl (an cavi x aaron shipchild)

-pudding (an flowcakes shipchild)

-gastly (grillster shipchild)

-meloetta (an jelly sans and Harmony shipchild)

-axery (an anxiety sans and Aaron shipchild)

-lou (leave and hoodie shipchild)

-xorcist (an bad sanses poly shipchild)

-copper (an gunpowder shipchild)

-alcor (echo flower sans and aaron shipchild)

-blackhole (an mint sans and Aaron shipchild)

-cherry jam (an candy sans and mint sans shipchild)

-pastel colors "arbol" (an poly star sanses/drinkberry shipchild/combo)

-chona (an psycho sans and naga shipchild)

-chompers (an zip and isurus shipchild)

-Axe "crunchy" (an horrordust shipkid)

-Rojo (an fruitpunch shipchild)

-surv (chief sans "rainworld sans" and Aaron shipchild)

-monokuma (an jester and aaron shipchild)

-pandora (an psy and nox shipchild)

-Celeste (an echo flower sans and nox shipchild)

-Two!sans

-X!sans

And lastly is Nine!sans

Comic by me

Comic by me

[enbysiriusblack]

weird/offputting pandalily? totes fine if u dont ship them x

i don't ship them but i'll try anyway, anon!!

"You have a wrackspurt in your head", Pandora claimed, standing by the door of the train cabin as she stared at Lily.

Mary giggled to Marlene, whispering to her, "Those aren't real."

Pandora turned to Mary, "What's your blood type?"

"Um. Why?"

Pandora shrugged, "I'm conducting an experiment."

"I'm ab positive", Lily replied.

"Are you willing to give me a sample of your blood?"

Lily immediately nodded, "Yes", she went into her bag and pulled out a small pocket knife.

Pandora grinned, grabbing a vial from an inside pocket of her jacket, revealing rows of small vials, some filled with little bones, eyes of newts, and pieces of skin from various animals.

"What in Merlin's name are they doing?" Mary grimaced as Pandora took a seat beside Lily, who in turn cut her hand.

Marlene snorted, "I have no clue!"

Lily let her blood drip down into Pandora's vial, both staring at each other intently.

As the blood began to stop flowing down, Lily raised her hand from the vial and Pandora put the stopper back on and slipped the blood into her jacket.

They stared at each other for a few moments longer until Lily spoke again.

"I have a a jar of clabbert pustle's in my suitcase."

Pandora smiled, "You'll have to show me sometime."

Pandora took Lily's hand in her own, lifting it up to her lips and then licked the remaining blood from the cut.

As she let go, blood stained her lips a cherry red.

"Definitely ab positive", Pandora nodded to herself, before getting back up and quickly leaving the compartment.

Mary grimaced, "I think I'm about to throw up."

Marlene laughed, pushing Mary away, "Not on me, you're not!"

"Lily, why on earth do you have a jar of pus?" Mary crinkled her nose.

"Clearly, to pick up girls", Marlene teased, "Thought you were about to make out when she licked up your blood."

"Oh, don't remind me!" Mary looked queasy again.

Lily smiled, smitten, "She had pieces of rabbit skin in her jacket."

"Is that... hot?" Marlene frowned.

"Yeah", Lily sighed.

[kakushusband]

♦️🌺𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓽 🌻♥️

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Hi! I'm Cebi/Nero/Arlo/etc and I'm a queer guy (he/they/it) in his 20s who can't stop falling for weird fictional men 🧡 I draw occasionally and write very rarely.

Check my Rentry for f/o lists, ship names, sharing and OCS! Filegarden is currently not working right, so it looks Bad. Still navigable, though!

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Kaku is currently my *main* focus. Champagne is the oc I pair him with, and their ship name is 'Mimosas'. Our anniversary is 03/07/2024 (dmy).

I don't share him, and I don't want to be exposed to canon/canon OR oc/canon ship art of him either. Most of my posts about him have massive warnings and are unrebloggable because I dont trust the fanbase, sorry. I swear I'm not as mean as that makes me seem.

[we r currently engaged, but my url is what it is because of Tumblr Business]

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Main* | NSFW | OC insp blog

This blog is intended for people over the age of 18. Please respect my boundaries and be civil.

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Quick and easy tag reference

For f/os, it usually goes [heart color][name] UNLESS I have ship name for them. The guide is:

💜: romantic (💜Veloci)

💛: familial (💛Weevil)

💙: queerplatonic (💙Rohan)

🧡: platonic (🧡CP9)

💚: FWBs (💚Mercury)

🥩: 'im sexually attracted to this character but by god i do Not want to be their friend' (🥩Engarde)

❔: questioning (❔Ultron)

💌: crushes (💌Mai)

Other tags are:

📡 incoming transmission 📡: general text posts and blabber

💫close encounters (suggestive)💫: nsfw-ish

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Incomplete ship tag list:

Cinder: Citrus x Guy Gardner (GLTAS)

Citrine: Citrus x Guy Gardner (BTBATB)

Corny: Citrus x Red Tornado

J'itters: Citrus x J'onn J'onzz

Synesthesia: Citrus x Guy x Razer

Wiscottbarda: Winona x Scott Free x Barda Free

Corkscrew: Orchard x Copperhead

Victorian: Alborean x Victor Fries (DCAU)

Crudy: Cupid x Rudy Jones

Psionics: Bruno x Psimon

Katharsis: Kit x Curt Connors x Martha Connors

Kitkats: Kit x Mac Gargan x Sarah

Caldera: Eudicot x Kif x Amy

Plumage: Pluto x Zamasu

Violoncello: Viola x Cell

Cherieza: Cherry x Frieza

Picturesque: Pluto x Piccolo

Phoneydew: Honeydew x Photar

Pandora: Anora x Pleakley

Razorblade: Adonis x Arlong

Akita: Nikita x Adrian Andrews

Atkey: Nikita x Luke Atmey

Giakoito: Giacomo Betulla x Otonoshin Koito

Tsukomo: Giacomo Betulla x Hajime Tsukishima

Koitsukomo: Giacomo x Koito x Tsukishima

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Oc (non sona) stuff:

Voltera Epianthra: Cupid's descendant. Dating Mekt Ranzz. Brother of Brainiac 5.

Dahlia Aerospace: Eudicot's best friend in the whole world

Carmesin: Red oni who's a piece of shit and Viola's only coworker aside from Syke

Kurosuto: Frost's kid, universe 6s version of Kuriza. Actually venomous

Vito: member of Appule's race and Cherry's adoptive father

[sunwarmed-ash]

Spiderverse/MCU Megalist

(every single one is explicit so I'm only adding additional archive warnings)

🕸Spiderverse🕸

Separation Anxiety (SpideyVenomBrock) He can't do it on command (Petercest-1/2/3) Deja Vu (Parksborn, Peter 2/Peter 3) Angst The New Kid (Parksborn) Graphic depictions of violence Mirror Images Part 1 (Petercest-1/2/3) Mirror Images Part 2 (Peter 2/Peter 3) Mirror Images Part 3 (SpideyDevil & Petercest- 1/2/3/DareDevil) Cat got your tongue? (SpiderCat, Felicia/Peter/MJ established) For your entertainment (Starker, Parksborn) I'm a bad guy (Starker- Tony/Peter) Onyx Vinyl (Starker, Parksborn) Tony Stark: Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, Daddy (Starker) Underage Peter Parker: Student, Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, Daddy's boy (Starker) Underage Pandora's Box (Starker) If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint (Parksborn)

🦹🏾‍♂Marvel Cinematic Universe🦹‍♀️

Love born from temperance and trust (Gammafrost, Bruce x Loki) Rape/non con, GDofViolence Help me (Stony, Science Bros) DubCon It was an accident! (Stony) Lend a hand, would ya? (Stony) Merry Christmas my sun (Thorki) There's no place I could be, but here in your arms (Thor/Bruce) Restrain me (Stony) Waltz of the stars (Science bros-TonyxBruce) The heat of the moment (Tony/Bruce) Rape/non con, GDofViolence, underage Home alone; a slice of american pi in bed (Steve/Bruce) Yoga kiss; Green tea american pi (Steve/Bruce) Skinny vanilla dip pi, with a cherry on top (Steve/Bruce) Rape/non con The breaking in of Bruce Banner (Steve/Bruce) Rape/non con

[pavardscherie]

Helloooooo Darling! I loved the Benji one <333 and I love Benji hehe

Could you write something about him and reader visiting his parents and things get steamy in his old bedroom? <333

a bedroom for two, benjamin pavard

pairing benjamin pavard x female summary benjamin takes you to visit his parents for a vacation, and things get steamy in his old bedroom.

izzy talks; man oh man, i'm starting to develop a very concerning crush on benji, and those cute curls. i'm really happy you liked it! and thank you for the request. all up for writing our favourite centre back! <3

i'm not writing complete smut yet, because im still practising to make it as detailed as possible ... buuut i added a little steamy stuff xd

a trip to france always had a nice melody to it. the beautiful, old buildings and several streets to walk through in a long summer dress while the warm wind blew through the hair. for her, it was more than just a loving vacation in the country.

a trip to france meant visiting maubeuge. a town with almost thirty thousand residents, surrounded by the river sambre and known for the 'Les Fortifications de Vauban' with endless widths of green grass. she's been at this place more than once, and she would come back in a heartbeat.

this time, benjamin asked her to visit his hometown and his parents, for his mother nathalie's birthday. frederic called multiple times over the past weeks, and hoped for a return of his son. with a bouquet of at least fifty red roses and a beautiful pandora necklace with swarovski stones embedded.

beautiful idea, made by both of them. and the birthday was the reason why she found herself, with benjamin's hand engulfing hers in comfortable warmth, exploring the large house that he bought for his parents. multiple rooms were almost empty, used as guest rooms if friends of the family stayed over, or benjamin brought team mates with him.

one room seemed unused since benjamin left his hometown to play at bayern munich, and it was the one at the end of the corridor. almost isolated from the guest rooms, and the staircase to the lower floor. "i lived there. it's like my teenage room." benjamin confessed, pointing a finger at the closed door.

"teenage room, huh?" she wiggled the eyebrows at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her red-coloured mouth. "did you bring girls to this room?"

"only one, and only today." the football player chuckled, walking down the corridor towards the closed door and pulling her with him. "you can feel special now." a hand placed on the doorknob, he opened it widely and revealed the embarrassing obsessions in his teenage years. multiple posters stuck to the dark blue coloured walls, disparate football players he looked up to and a couple of females, who were known as american models.

"so.." she walked inside, letting go of benjamin's hand to turn in circles and take in every corner of the room. a part of his past before moving to bayern munich. "the model typ?" a slender finger pointed at one of the victoria secret's model, presenting a white set of lingerie in an almost vulgar position.

"ah, no." the embarrassement settled in the pit of his stomach, but easily, a tint of cherry red spread across the span of his cheeks. he didn't remember the details about his former room anymore, but seeing the different females on the walls, squished between people like messi and ibrahimovic, caused a spark of bashfulness. " teenager fantasies, you know?"

benjamin gaze lifted towards the female, who inspected each detail of the room. a sweaty hand on the neck, the rough fingertips rubbed over the thin curls. "fantasies, aha." raising a single eyebrow at the state of her boyfriend, she slowly stepped further towards the double bed in the far right corner. plopping down on the comfortable mattress, she placed her hands flatly on the blanket behind her and leaned the weight on them.

"tell me more about your teenage fantasies."

benjamin lifted the head further to glance at his girlfriend, the form of her lips resembled the mischief that played in the back of her head. he knew the glimpse of smugness in the colour of his eyes, the moment when she already prepared the steps ahead, and clung to the spark of hope to receive the answer she wanted.

stepping closer to her, benjamin's hands traveled towards the pockets of his jogging pants, and slipped into the front pockets. "you're not going to laugh?"

"don't tell me you imagined taking miranda kerr home with you, and literally hoping you could rip those expensive underwear from her?" wiggling the shoulders, she already started to make fun of the fantasies that occupied benjamin's mind as a teenager.

"not funny, everybody wanted one of them. or her." he shrugged the shoulders in an attempt to wipe off the reminder of the topic, coming to a stop in front of her. as she sat on the bed, almost laid down on the blanket, benjamin towered over her. "but maybe, i can replay some of those fantasies."

reaching out for the female, his thumb caressed over her chewed-up bottom lip, and pulled it down slowly.

grazing over the soft skin, benjamin grabbed her chin between the thumb and pointer finger, tilting the head higher to connect their eyes. a smirk played on her lips, she didn’t need to give him an answer, the expression of utter smugness was enough. the red lipstick that framed her lips perfectly, was a reminder to last night when she kneeled in front of him. 

marks, smeared strokes of red, left along his shaft and tip as she tried to fit him entirely into her mouth. still, after more than two years, she‘s fighting to find a way to please him without gagging too much. „tell me about your fantasies.“ she muttered, letting herself fall backwards on the duvets. strands sprawled out like a flower bed around her, arms laid out perfectly between the smooth hair. 

from benjamin‘s position, it looked like a portrait. a picture painted by a very famous italian artist, who loved to draw roses in each picture. „how about i show you?“ running the thick fingers through the smooth curls, benjamin carefully climbed on top of her. 

with the motions of his figure, his large hand traveled a different path. rough tips danced across the goosebumps on her exposed legs until reaching the hem of the summer dress which only covered half her thighs. slipping underneath the fabric, the eyebrows furrowed when the fingers didn’t find a pair of lace panties. „what the..“ he muttered, the french accent giving the words an extra edge. 

„you expected underwear? how foolish of you.“ she giggled, the bottom lip pulled back immediately, when pavard‘s rough pads grazed her pulsating clit. the wetness pooled between her thighs, it got more difficult to listen to him when her thoughts already created multiple scenarios in her head. 

shaking his head in disbelief, the words traveled straight to the forming tent in his jogging pants. „you’re going to be the death of me, just so you know.“ the answer was unnecessary, as the fleshy fingers started to massage the bundle of nerves with more pressure than usual. she planned this, she wanted this badly, and benjamin would in to those thoughts. 

„benji, please.“ her lids fluttered close at the simplest touch of the man, she felt like pudding in his hands. „i need you, all of you, right now.“ 

watching closely how she drifted between pleasure and reality for a couple of seconds, he couldn’t help but letting the satisfied smirk spread across his face. many times, she tried to take control over the situation but one touch, one simple stroke or kiss was enough to have her beg for him. 

shuffling out of the wide jogging pants, benjamin quickly pulled his boxer shorts down as well. mentally, he praised himself for choosing the comfortable pair of bayern munich sets, instead of going for the full elegant way. „don’t make a sound, babe. i don’t want my parents to think we‘re completely messed up.“ 

hiking the fabric of the dress up further, he revealed the bare pussy. tongue darted out, and licked over the dry lips at the delicious view. juices spread with his fingers glistened around the clit in the dim light, coming from the windows. leaning above her, one hand placed beside her head to keep his weight off her body, with the other, he grabbed his shaft and guided himself to her entrance. „benji..“ 

the impatient whimpers left her mouth, as he slowly pushed the tip inside. stretching out the entrance, the now empty hand found it’s place on the other side of the head. painfully slow, to achieve the teasing whines from her, benjamin pushed himself second for second inside of her warmth. 

eyes focused on her expression, still searching for the slightest sign of pain. corner of the mouth twitched, a pleased smile wanting to push through and the eyebrows furrowed in passion. „are you good?“ the question was genuine, he always cared the most about how she felt during it. 

nodding the head repeatedly, she clutched his shoulders tightly  and pulled him down to her level. mouths merely an inch away, the hasty, warm breaths mixed together. "can you be quiet for me?"

she nodded again, not trusting the voice to speak without stuttering the words together, or needy whimpers escaping between the broken syllabeles. "i need words, baby."

benjamin felt the pulsating walls, clenching around his dick when he used the common nickname for her. she loved the sweet words, especially the spoken praises. "yes, i can be quiet for you."

"good girl." soft lips pressed a tender, featherlight kiss againts her glistening forehead, slight sweat spreading across the smooth skin. "my good girl."

praising words, a praise to always complying, and benjamin started to pull his hips back, snapping them quickly back, hoping she would be as quiet as she promised.