#it’s the little details that get me thinking omggggg

[nomattertheoceans]

Would you mind expanding on the comment about Qimir being reluctant to strike down Jecki? I didn’t pick up on that myself so I’m just curious (from the post about Sol and Qimir)

Hi!! Of course I can explain what I meant 😁

So, here's how I interpreted things going down in that episode (sorry no gifs as I am getting ready for work so I don't have time, I'll try to explain as best I can without visual aid ^^). Sorry this got kind of long!!

Episode 5 starts, and Osha wakes up to a dead Jedi. She then watches as the masked figure we know to be Qimir fights head on three master Jedis at the same time, and wins rather easily against them. We see how deadly he is very early on.

His primary goal of the whole sequence is to get to Mae and kill her for her betrayal. If anything, I think the Jedi are anecdotal to him, they're in the way of his goal and he doesn't hesitate to kill them but they're not why he's here.

Then comes the fight with Jecki.

His actions with Jecki are way less deadly. And I'm not saying she's not fighting well because she is!! We saw her overpower Mae after all, she's definitely a strong Jedi and the duel between her and Qimir is intense!!

Their first spat ends with him kicking her in the stomach to throw her away and get to Mae. He even turns off his lightsaber because that's how little of a threat he considers Jecki to be (after all, the only one to actually overpower him at any point is Sol). He taunts Mae about Jecki being more loyal than she ever was and doesn't attack Jecki again until she comes back into the fight. If his goal was simply to kill all the Jedis that stand in his way, he would have killed her while she was on the ground like he tried to do to Yord earlier (when Osha stops him with her gun, you know?)

So anyway Jecki attacks again, she fights him with the two lightsabers (insanely good fight by the way omggggg) and Mae takes this time to try and run away. And when she does, Qimir just.... leaves the fights 😂 He breaks one of Jecki's sabers to distract her and then he's just gone!! he could not give less of a fuck lmao but again, he could have finished her off before going and he doesn't.

So, up until then I think you could interpret his actions as just caring more about killing Mae, but I think what comes after is the kicker.

When Jecki breaks his helmet and she sees his face, he reveals his second saber and she is dead in seconds. As he says after : "they see my face, they die."

The other Jedis he killed quite easily, they were an obstacle and he destroyed them. But for Jecki, he waited until he had what he considers to be no choice until he killed her. There's a clear difference.

And also there's a last detail that makes me think his perceived aloofness around her death is merely a facade.

He mentions Jecki three times to other people. Once to Mae when he still has his helmet, and twice to Sol when he just killed her.

"she's a loyal pupil"

"was that its name?"

"you brought her here"

Why would he suddenly use "it" to refer to her when he doesn't do it before or after? I argue that it's him dealing with his anger at having to have killed her. She forced him to reveal his face and I think he's trying to appear more monstrous than life by dehumanizing her in that moment, trying to make it seem like he was always going to kill her without a second thought (that shrug he does omg??). But we know he didn't actually kill her without a second thought or she'd have been dead when he disarmed her the first time.

The only thing that differentiates Jecki from the other Jedis is the fact that she's still a Padawan, so that's why I interpreted his reluctance to kill her as maybe a way to show us that he's reluctant to kill padawans in general, probably due to his own past.

I could obviously be wrong about all this! But that's how I interpreted his actions, anyway.

[misc-obeyme]

omggggg congrats on getting 1k followers wooooo!!! im happy to be one of them!! can i request solomon + "Don't you know what you're doing to me?" or "I really want to kiss you right now"? it's hard to choose lmao

thanks!! ⭐

Ahh, thank you so much, anon!! I'm so glad you're enjoying my content!

Okay I went with "Don't you know what you're doing to me?" for this one. I love Solomon so much and I have to admit... the beginning of this was inspired by all the anons talking about Solomon being jealous in my ask box lately... So yeah, there's a bit of that happening here.

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1,000 Followers Event!

GN!MC x Solomon with prompt "Don't you know what you're doing to me?"

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: jealousy, some possessive behavior, oral (reader receiving), Solomon has pact marks because listen I'm obsessed with them lol

Despite the fact that Solomon enjoyed teasing you, he never left you wanting for attention. He seemed to go out of his way to touch you briefly, to tell you to have a good day, to text you if he was going to be out late. And it wasn't as though you didn't see him frequently with your current living arrangements at Cocytus Hall.

And yet, sometimes, you felt that he was gone too long, that he was too busy with other things. What was he even doing when he wasn't at home? You weren't sure, but when you came back from a day with the brothers, you wanted nothing more than to see his face. Even if it was in the kitchen.

Lately, you were feeling his absence, feeling like you were missing out on time with him.

And now you were at RAD, which still hadn't opened yet, discussing details of the school with Diavolo, Lucifer, and the others. It was a massive project, of course, and everyone was involved in the preparations.

You were sitting next to Lucifer and Solomon was across from you. You had been simply discussing things with Lucifer when you noticed a small frown on Solomon's face. He was watching you and he didn't look pleased.

You kept your expression neutral as you leaned closer to Lucifer, acting as though you were pointing at something on the paper in front of him.

Lucifer unknowingly helped your cause by putting his hand on your back. You looked at him and smiled. He seemed a little surprised by this, but he smirked back at you.

You let yourself look across the table at Solomon briefly and found that his frown had deepened.

The rest of the planning session went on this way, with you deliberately cozying up to Lucifer while Solomon looked more and more irritated.

You thought perhaps you had gone too far when the two of you walked back to Cocytus Hall in silence. The tension was thick and you weren't sure exactly what was going through Solomon's mind. He didn't seem angry, but he was very clearly not speaking to you.

You fidgeted as Solomon opened the front door and gestured you inside. You went in, about to turn around and apologize, when you felt his hands on your shoulders, his hair brushing against your face as he leaned in.

"Don't you know what you're doing to me?" he said lowly in your ear, his lips lingering on the shell, not quite kissing it.

Goosebumps rose on your skin, a twist of something thrilling running through your belly, and you had to fight to suppress a shiver.

"I don't know what you mean," you said, trying to sound innocent.

Solomon chuckled and it was an almost dangerous sound. "I think you do."

"I'm going to need you to be more specific," you insisted.

"Trying to make me jealous by flirting with Lucifer throughout that entire meeting," Solomon said.

You pouted even though he couldn't see your face. "It worked, didn't it?"

Solomon pressed a kiss to your neck. "Why would you even provoke me like that?" he murmured.

You considered your response. There was an air of danger around him and you had to decide if you wanted to appease him or if you wanted to make it worse.

You settled on something kind of in the middle. "You've been gone a lot lately," you said. "You can't really blame me for trying to get a little more attention."

Solomon turned you around, his hands falling to your waist as he pulled you close. "Darling. If you wanted extra attention, you could have just said something. You didn't need to go and hang all over Lucifer to make me jealous. Is this really the kind of attention you were craving?"

Your breath hitched as his lips latched onto your neck. Your hands flew up to grip at the back of his shirt as he sucked on your skin. "Yes," you said, closing your eyes and bending your head to give him better access.

Your legs shook as Solomon continued to suck on your neck and you knew there would be several dark marks there you would need to cover up later.

At some point, you grew impatient, tugging him along by his shirt as you backed further into Cocytus Hall. You pulled him through the nearest door, which brought you to the library. There was a large wooden writing desk in here and you found yourself pressed up against it in no time, Solomon's lips back at your neck.

You moaned, tugging at his shirt, forcing him back enough for you to pull it off.

You paused, taking in the expanse of his chest covered in pact marks. It wasn't the first time you had seen them, of course. But no matter how often you saw them, they always caused you to linger over them, brushing your fingertips along the circles and symbols.

Solomon seemed to find this tendency of yours cute and for a moment the dangerous look was replaced with indulgence as he took the opportunity to remove all of your clothing quickly and efficiently.

Before you had a chance to try for Solomon's pants, his lips were on your chest, kissing across it, lingering on each nipple until you moaned. You put your fingers in his hair and tugged slightly, overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth and tongue.

Solomon pulled away from you, taking your chin in his hand to make you look at him. "Now why don't you tell me what you want, MC?"

You were already throbbing with need and you knew he was trying to tease you by pausing to ask you this.

You put your hands flat on his chest. "Please, Solomon," you said. "I want you."

Solomon chuckled, your blatant neediness softening him just a little. "Now see, was that so hard?"

You were about to say something else, but you didn't have the chance as Solomon pushed you back onto the desk, lifting you up until you were sitting on it. You gasped as your hot flesh met the cool wood and you watched with wide eyes as Solomon knelt between your legs.

Solomon lifted one of your legs, pressing kisses down it until he reached your ankle. Then he propped it on his shoulder and did the same with your other leg.

Solomon put his hands on your hips, pressing his face into the skin of your thighs. He looked up at you from beneath his lashes, a mischievous smile on his lips.

And then his mouth was on you, his tongue expertly teasing you, the heat and pleasure pooling in your stomach and building up. His hands were gripping the flesh of your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises there to match the ones that were already on your neck. You felt the muscles of your legs clench and you tried not to press down on his shoulders too hard. Your hands flew to his hair, burying themselves in the silver strands as you moaned.

There was no question Solomon knew what he was doing and it wasn't long before he began to suck on you, pulling out those deepest coils of feeling, bringing you right to the brink.

"Ah, Solomon!" you cried out as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

Solomon did not let up, only increasing his attentions, making you squirm, your body clenching. Your hands twisted in his hair as you came, your voice ringing through the library as you cried out.

Solomon gently moved your legs off his shoulders, standing up to lean in and kiss you, letting you taste yourself on him. You could also feel the hardness of his erection against your leg.

Solomon's expression was one of happiness tinged with a little sheepishness. "I'm sorry I've been neglecting you, MC. Won't you let me make it up to you?"

You were still trying to catch your breath as you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. You laughed softly. "I've been so lonely. You really owe me."

Solomon chuckled. He knew you were exaggerating on purpose, but he didn't mind. "Then let me try to pay back my debt."

You spent the rest of the night in Solomon's bed and he certainly made up for all the time he'd been gone. You didn't think of Lucifer even once.

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[another-lost-mc]

Feels like I am just meeting Fleurety for the first time and omggggg the way I would be soooo obvious watching him when he walks past me scsvhdbjjh he is so handsome and I am so intrigued by him! I love that he takes learning outside the classroom 🥹 what a good professor!

So my thoughts automatically went into spooky overdrive. He is such a walking red flag, but we like that colour around here, don't we? I'm not saying he's always a dark, sketchy, yandere-ish type of OC but...he's one of the most fitting candidates compared to some of the others that are more palatable. (I feel like his list of potential kinks is the automatic giveaway when comparing them at a glance.)

He notices you. He definitely notices. His sharp, thoughtful gaze follows you, but along with all the other students and professors at RAD who are intrigued by the latest group of exchange students. It's easy for him to blend in with the crowd when the halls fill with students between classes. His ears twitch when he sees you searching him out anyway, and he smothers the urge to smirk when he hears the nervous pitter-patter of your heart when you meet his eyes and look away again, far too quickly to be accidental. It's cute.

Before he was a professor, he was also a scientist by nature so observing things is what he does best. He takes great pride in noticing all the little details about you, things the other demons overlook or take for granted: the way you dress and speak and carry yourself, and how your skin feels and smells, and all the little noises you make that you think no one notices - gasps or sharp intakes of breath when you're surprised (or frightened), the little appreciative hums or quiet moans if the school's cafeteria lunch is especially tasty.

You're untapped potential for him to explore, a new puzzle he wants to break apart, piece by piece, before he puts you back together again. Your interest in his appearance or his intellect are flattering, and he'll gladly pretend not to notice your shy or giddy behaviour while giving you more and more personal attention before or after class. He might even host office hours if it means spending time alone with you while the campus grows still and quiet in the early evening, so that your conversations about homework and grades slowly shift into conversations about humans living in the Devildom (and secretly, why he finds you so fascinating).

All he needs is a little time and a little trust. There's so many experiments he wants to perform, so many tests he wants to conduct. It's rare that he's able to get his hands on a human specimen - a living one and, potentially, a very willing one. If he's careful, you won't even notice his plans for you. (If you grow to like him enough, you might not even care.) His natural curiosity is overwhelming, fingers twitching to brew illicit potions to test on your tongue and the urge to draw smooth, precise cuts with his favourite scalpel along your skin. He doesn't get to indulge often these days, not with the young Devildom prince lecturing him about what he claims are appropriate experiments and using inter-realm peace to squash all of his latest ambitions. But you don't have to know that, and if he keeps the pain bearable and eases your hesitation with the promise of pleasure after, well. It'll be your little secret, won't it?

[myanmardoesnotexist]

Omggggg so good… i can’t wait for jealous vale

Also Valentino saying that Andrea is too old for marc, ouch, poor marc, i just know that he is going through it right now

Also andrea and marc maybe having kind of fixed things? I don’t think they are actually okay rn but it seems like marc has committed to the thing a bit more so… maybe they have kind of talked (i hope for both of their sakes)

And vale + dirty thoughts about marc is a unbearable combo! Thank you for that 💗

(Btw, idk if you know this, but in the text you said that there are rumours that marc would replace casey right? In reality hondas plan was to replace dovi with marc to get a stoner-marquez lineup for 2013 but casey retired after winning the wc, which is why dovi stayed and marc got caseys seat)

(Also another question, will you move marc and his accident from 2011 to 2012 too? Because it is a important character point i suppose but it would also mean marc would not win the championship unless he absolutely dominates the rest of the races)

Glad you liked it haha

So for the whole replacing stoner thing, I wasn’t around during the time so really I don’t know what the rumors were or how everything happened so you just kind of have to accept little things like that lol

For the swapping of 2011 to 2012 this is how I was planning on doing it. So, in the real 2012 Marc mathematically won the championship at Phillips Island (even if Pol would have won the next race and Marc DNFd it would be impossible to score enough points to beat him), and also retired in Sepang that year (where he crashed and had his accident in 2011). So I’m just swapping the GPs around so Sepang is after Phillips Island. We still see Marc mathematically win there, because even if he does not get to finish the last two races he still has won the championship at that point, and we also have him crash in Sepang. It works out because if Marc hadn’t retired in Sepang in 2012 he probably would have won the championship there, so just switching the GPs kind of fixes everything. Hope that makes sense, I promise the math for points works out, and Marc will win even with the Sepang crash.

I appreciate your eye for detail and accuracy haha you keep me on my toes, but just gonna be a little honest here and say it’s fanfiction. There are going to be some real world inaccuracies to move the story forward, I mean the entire plot is made up haha I’m not saying this like I’m upset at you for asking, it genuinely helps me with story building, but I don’t want you to stress about it too much

[llycaons]

okay and here's p2. imagine me walking around going HELLO? HELLO? HELLO? HELLO???

armand isn't in a forgiving mood, which I can understand, but louis IS in excruciating pain so making him apologize NOW, and partially for TRYING TO DIE feels really petty

and now he's talking about selling...dude that's cold

HELLO?

armand. dude. what the fuck. stop torturing daniel to get back at a guy who's like half-dead. I wish this dl had subs bc armand going THIS IS FINE WE'RE ALL FINE is insane

we talk a lot about louis's trauma since the story IS about him but daniel recalling details like what products were being advertised on tv while staring at the cellophane-wrapped neighbor is like extremely horrifying and I don't like his unwarranted hostility and cruelty towards louis but given that experience I can understand his wariness the beginning of s1 better

the off-tune kazoos in the background. really fucky. im so scared

armand torturing someone louis likes in front of him to 'understand'...I guess the gloves are off. at the end of s1 everyone was claiming freaking out and claiming armand was WORSE than lestat which i think is pretty patently untrue but this man. this is real fucked up. I don't understand why louis stayed after this except...what, to make claudia's death not a waste? to have something to do to stave off his suicidiality?

I mean something they do have in common is being really obsessive and controlling over louis's affections/attention

'BARTERING WITH DESIRE IS THAT WHAT MAKES YOU FASCINATING' SAYS THE FORMER SEX SLAVE

daniel says he's good at getting people to open up which is funny because we have rarely seen this skill in the interview here

but ALSO. armand asks this and daniel actually engages, doesn't just yes-man to stay alive

well. a little

*physically and mentally torturing a guy who you're holding captive* DO YOU THINK I'M BORING????

armand's from delhi

'eager black hole' to contrast louis's tearful confusion

daniel's not hunting for the truth, in this moment. what's the point to his question? no point. fuck your boyfriend

oh shit, instead of armand and louis vs. daniel now it's louis and daniel vs. armand. hurry, he's almost back!

the feet in the sand!

one of the podcast groups I listen to is CONVINCED louis and armand want daniel to reveal some secret he apparently has, and that's the entire purpose of this interview and that's what 'we can have him saying what happened next in no time' means. I really don't understand that assumption. it just sounds like they're trying to control the narrative. but the interview structure is upended now. louis is asking daniel - try to remember! try! go back to the chair. what was happening? what was he saying?

it's also so disturbing hearing louis periodically beg for armand to help him from the bedroom. he can't even move on his own! it hurts! and he doesn't have claudia anymore :(

based on what I know about the novel it sounds like they ramped up armand's malice in this episode. oh wait no he goes and does it

you can see his big vampire fang wounds right there too

*leaning over your grievously wounded boyfriend* so why are you still so obsessed with your ex?

ahhh so louis's description of lestat WAS exaggerated compared to what he shared privately with armand. and armand theorizes this is because...he wants lestat to chase after him again? unhinged, but both of them have made poor decisions when it comes to lestat so I'm not surprised by the suggestion

🙄 over armand being like 'ohh im trapping you in ~empathy~ so I guess I'll selflessly leave you to the man you really want as an act of service' as if louis wasn't HALF-DEAD and lestat wasn't his abusive ex OUT FOR BLOOD. more like acts of DISSERVICE amiright

FUCK HE CONTACTED LESTAT????

okay I SQUEALED 'YES IM HERE'!!!!!!!!! BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOUIS IS SAYING NO!!!! WHAT A NIGHTMARE!!!!

'oh hon hon hon louis louis whet hes heppened why hev you injured yerselfff mon cher mon cher' omggggg and armand CANT SAY I LOVE YOU SCREAM

'you left me for death' way to make his suicide attempt about YOU

this is such an insane comment to make and I apologize in advance but this would never happen with wangxian because lwj knows the importance of being selfless and supportive and doesn't take suicide personally. wow such a strong couple 💪actually how funny is it that I'm watching this messy complicated show about toxic relationships between awful immortals and going 'hmm NOT getting a lot of fanfic wangxian vibes from this' like yeah I should read more romance but I simply do not like it! so many of the tropes are boring and played out!!! what's a girl to do!!!

REST

REST

REST

SUDDEN TENDERNESS??? ARMAND?????

ah no. the softness of murder

this speech he gives must be close to what they said to their prey in the theater. he's very good at it. your future is bleak and will be full of regrets. living is hard. do the easy thing instead and die here instead. and I'll take care of you. I'll hold you. rest now. rest

and we know that obviously daniel doesn't die here so it's not so much tension as the somberness and weight of the moment. it's a beautiful scene, and terribly tragic. a murderer - a predator - is convincing his victim - his prey - to give up. to simply stop resisting, and allow himself to be consumed

but daniel has two daughters and a successful career in the current day so we know that's not how this ends. louis again! not asking. maitre and arun. the script is flipped once again. who's really in power in this relationship for long? daniel must live as a testament to our companionship. let him go. so armand does

and what DOES louis see in daniel? is his long-neglected humanity returning? what is he saying to him, in his excruciating pain?

oh my god. reading his own book. he remembered every word. he gave him a lifeline. he gave him a lifeline. because there are stories out there and they need to be told, and daniel is passionate about telling them, his life matters, and he isn't inconsequential. and no matter how his marriages crumbled or his daughters stopped talking to him or his career stalled or his health faltered that was always going to be true. daniel's life mattered, and it mattered that louis saved him that night.

and louis taking on the voice of a god or angel...wow. wow. damn

the precise edit on daniel and louis's memories. of course it's armand. just like the ruler, slicing away the pages of claudia's journal so neatly.

louis's feetsies 🥺 so sweet

louis and daniel vs. armand....louis easy and calm, and armand slightly nervous - what have they been talking about while I was gone? san francisco?

HELLO. I PRESERVE YOUR HAPPINESS WHEN YOU CAN'T???

WHY DOES THAT SOUND SO FAMILIAR?????!!!! HMMMM ARMAND????

[regrator-pantalone]

(We love and respect Mod in this house. Mod is good mod)

(Your Pantalone and Dottore from dottore-official are adorbs together. It is so cute and sweet. I have my own ideas and headcanons for their characters BUT i love whats going on here! )

(I love Pantalone, he's my villian coded fave so he's the antagonist in all of my... yet to be written... stories and such BUT still love this man.)

(But those 2 are so cute together. We stan.)

((Ooc: Omg thank you!!! I'm so lucky you think so highly of me akbdkagka

Yes!!! They're so so so cute I- *smashes their faces together so they cut the crap and kiss already* The petnames THE PETNAMES *slams fist on desk* Ofc ofc! Diverse headcanons are so fun, your thoughts don't need to align with anyone else's ehehe!

Ugh yes I love Pantalone mostly because he's so misunderstood. Ofc we haven't seen much of him in-game but the lore is heavily reliant on his character archetype from the Commedia Dell'arte. A lot of people are very quick to dismiss him as a capitalist when in reality he is the opposite.

He grew up in complete poverty, and he's worked so hard for the titlesand honour he has now. Maybe what he's done in the past to get to where he is is not all morally just, but he's stood up for himself and has achieved what one could consider "greatness," yet knowing this, he hasn't forgotten his origins.

Pantalone has a deep desire to obtain Mora, and to "control its flow." In that very same voiceline, he mentions that the flow of Mora shall cease by the commands of the Fatui. This can be interpreted as the longing to destroy Mora and the vices it brings to people.

Wealth is certainly one of the straightest pipelines to corruption, but there is a little light that shines within our lovely Regrator. He has not been corrupted in a capitalist matter, but has become unhealthily obsessed with the goal to control and destroy the very thing that controls most politicians or other people in positions of power. Royalty simply stems from the fact that one has money and is fortunate enough to be born into a very rich family.

Naturally, he does believe in economic prosperity, but he also acknowledges that Mora (and all money) do the world more bad than good. For this reason, he desires to control the economy and longs to be its end.

Woooooooooooow I am so sorry that is a very long rant *runs away to hide in a corner* Whoops.

Oh my Archons! You're considering writing stories! (Or maybe you just have the details in your head teehee) I am an avid writer omggggg so I won't lie to you that sounds SO. FANTASTIC. You'll have to rant to me about your plans sometime! (Only if you'd want to, of course :)

Yes indeed! We do stan, Dottolone supremacy over here~

I'll have you know that I adore these little asks I get from you, they make my day!!!

I hope you're doing well! ~ Mod))

[norgbelulah]

Listen you said as many as I wanted, you said that:

“Baby,” Boyd said, taking Raylan’s face in his hands. “We’re going to be fine.” He was talking true here, Raylan knew, but his expression changed and he didn’t look him in the eyes as he added, “It’s easy to start over with that kind of money. We wouldn’t even have to go nowhere--”

“And watch them rip apart the hills? Pollute your precious hollers?” Raylan hissed, pulling away. He couldn’t talk about it without getting pissed. His head hurt so fucking much.

“Raylan--”

“Later,” Raylan said, pulling out his phone. “I wish you’d’ve said something, really, because I have to call Art now. Her wanting the property puts me far enough in this shit that I can’t be a part of the detail. It’s a conflict of interest, no matter what we do now.”

“What we do?” Boyd asked quietly. “It’s still just your land, Raylan.”

“Fuck off, Boyd,” Raylan growled. “I’d have married you years ago if that was something we could do.”

Boyd leaned back in his chair, eyes wide, at that and Raylan wondered if that was something he shouldn’t have said when they were fake fighting like this.

They stared at each other for a solid minute at least and Raylan couldn’t hold it in anymore. He said, “I’m sorry I said, fuck off and then that, I--”

Boyd smiled and shook his head. “Go make your phone call, baby.” He didn’t even add anything about the fake argument. “Tell Art--”

Omggggg. I'm SO glad you picked this to ask about because just right before this part is one of my favorite exchanges I have ever written. It's basically what I now think of the thesis of this entire fic series. Boyd and Raylan could never have come this far together if not for Raylan letting Boyd live in his house and nest in his heart and refuse to leave. Okay??

This part:

“We can start over,” Boyd said. “We’re good at that.” Raylan looked at him like he was crazy. “No, we’re not.” They’d never started over at anything. The only reason any of this was happening was because of the house, that they needed, because they couldn’t make a change without a crutch. It was just built up and built up from everything that happened before and the house was the foundation.

And then Raylan spirals because he can't see a way out of this situation even though he knows Boyd is actively taking it in hand. (He's going to figure it out, Raylan!!) And part of Boyd's plan is to get this exact reaction from Raylan, because he needs to convince Carol Johnson he really is on her side and also make things difficult for her because Raylan is so adamantly opposed to selling. But! He doesn't expect Raylan to profess his unshakeable commitment to their relationship in that very moment!

Boyd in this fic, even up until now, does not think about the house in Harlan as theirs, per se. It's Raylan's house. Always has been. He thinks of their apartment in Lexington way more as something they share. But he spent so much time over the years working on the house, specifically FOR RAYLAN, that it's like really hard for him to take on any kind of ownership for himself until Raylan is like, yeah but we would be married by now???? If life was fair??? SO ITS YOUR HOUSE TOO BOYD.

I'm also like perpetually *kisses fingers* at myself for immediately having Raylan apologize. He's Just! So! Hungover! that he cannot control his mouth or his emotions and they are all over the place because he is so! pissed! off! at Carol Johnson! This "oh shit I really said that just now" moment for Raylan is so funny and sweet. I love them so muchhh.

AND THEN THEY GET INTERRUPTED.

Anyway this is a great little collection of scenes and writing about how good it is is actively making me want to rewatch through season 2 so I can try and fucking untangle what needs to happen to end this beautiful story! AND THEN I want to write several little short fics about parenting Loretta and getting married for real and and and

[rinhaler]

I need to know every little detail of plug Sukuna bc I'm ultimately obsessed with him. How does he likes his coffee in the morning? whats his fave song? color? he sleeps on light clothing or naked? favorite food? Pls luxie give me any crumbs of his personality, you write him in such and interesting way that I can't have enough of him🤲🏼🥺

AAAAA omg I’ve just seen this for some reason idk why I didn’t see it earlier??

I know that man starts his day with a bong hit Idgaf he’s a pothead through and through. I can imagine him falling asleep in his joggers and a hoodie most of the time, whatever he’s wearing during the day, and just passing out in his clothes when he’s too tired. If he actually has the energy to remember to undress though I know his lazy ass isn’t wearing clothes to bed.

Ass naked with barely any bedding covering him. (Though I can picture him curling up in his duvet when it gets colder on a morning and then he wakes up with his teeth chattering).

Anyway yes he deff starts his day smoking and then probably goes back to sleep. When he wakes up for real it’s probably in the afternoon ranging from 12-2pm depending on what he did the night before and how tired he is.

I don’t see him as a coffee guy but if he was to drink it he’d have it super milky. If he has a girl over and wants to put on an act he’d drink it black but ultimately I think he’d hate the taste, so if he drank it willingly he’d like it milky asf 😭 I think he’d be more inclined to have cereal after he wakes up. Something sugary and sweet to take the gross weed taste out of his mouth before he brushes his teeth!

Despite his horrendous diet and smoking habits I think he likes working out and keeping in shape because, duh, how else is he gonna maintain that gorgeous body of his?? I think he specifically makes Yuuji buy healthy food so he has to eat it but I think his guilty pleasures are, again, sweet things. He looooves when the reader comes over and is in the mood to bake bc the cookies she makes make his dick hard for real.

I don’t think he has a favourite colour but given his wardrobe in my mind I think if someone asked him he’d probably say black, white or red! Grey too, maybe. I love asking people their favourite colour but I think if I asked him he’d be the type of mf to be like “what do you mean what’s my favourite colour? I’m not five?” 🙄 ALTHOUGH ACTUALLY now that I’m thinking about it, he’s definitely scummy enough to ask girls he’s interested about their favourite colour though!! And when they tell him he’s like “that’s my favourite colour too.” Doesn’t matter what colour she says, it’s his favourite colour 😭 (usually works too, literal scumbag… I want him so bad 😩)

Also nonnie I got a great ask about some of my characters favourite songs a little while ago and plug Sukuna was included! I added his three favourite songs so you can see that here!

Thank you for this sweetheart omggggg I love talking about this loser boy I love him dearly and I’m so happy that people love sending me fun asks about him like this! I hope ur having a wonderful day, take care my love! 💕💕

[planetdream]

Dreamieeeeeee omg demon Hyunjin… first: while I was reading the end when something loud drops near the reader, at the exact same time something made a loud sound outside my window (it was also 1am when this happened 🫶🏻) and I literally said out loud “NO. Nope, we’re not doing that” 😂

Okay so your descriptions are literally so beautiful. So vivid and picturesque, I almost felt like I could feel these places and emotions, taste the air and the water surrounding the reader. Insane. You always inspire me to get more into my descriptions when writing too like I always feel like I could be more precise and then I read your work and I’m like THIS IS IT!! It’s just gorgeous.

And I should be frightened of this demon but.. there’s something wrong with my brain that’s for sure lmfao also I read this and went to bed a little later and Hyunjin was in my dream so what magic do you have? 👀 lol so anyway, your writing is so gorgeous and amazing (and hot tbh like it was so hot lmfao) you’re a fantastic storyteller and I look forward to anything you post!! 🥰

jacquelineeeee omggggg ❤️ thank you sooo much for reading!!

there were so many times during my writing where im sitting in the dark at my desk and im like.... "what if something creepy happens to me right now...?" like i fr couldn't shake the feeling 😭 now what didn't happen is having hyunjin in my dream?? omg im so jealous ???

funny thing is, while writing i was kinda pulling my hair out because i was feeling like i could have been a bit more detailed, especially with the smut since i was having a bit of a hard time with that, but ultimately, i think it turned out really well. and im very thankful for you and your feedback ❤️❤️🥺

click to read strange dreams

[onlyjaeyun]

anon who said she’d read chapter 3 after the enha concert here!!! once again, the chapter was so good!! i was actually impatient and read it before i started getting ready to go to the concert 😭 yn’s gc with giselle and karina had me deadddd. ALSO jay would talk you through it omggggg 😵���💫😵‍💫

as for the concert it was AMAZING!!! other than having to rush a little bit to get ready, it was the first concert i’ve been too where everything went smoothly for me. we made it early, got inside super fast as soon as doors opened, got merch fast, and we were able to use the restrooms and eat properly in no rush before the show. even getting home was quick and easy (getting home from nct 127 was an actual mess for me so i have a little bit of trauma) 😭 anyways i think the universe anticipated how much i wanted this so it made sure everything went well.

as for the acc concert, I LUV ENHA SO MUCH ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 our view was right in the middle so we were able to focus on the actual stage too rather than just the big screens and jfc they’re so in sync it amazed me. like even other groups are in sync too but enha’s choreo is so hard and the setlist was so physically demanding it was crazy to me that they’re able to make it seem so easy. THEY WERE SO STABLE TOOOO. enha best performers of 4th gen me thinks!! they’ve really proved their talent since they’ve debuted and i’m so proud!!! sunghoon mentioned some of the members were feeling a little sick cause of all the weather changes 🥺🥺🥺 yet they were all so happy and energetic and cute during their ments 🫶🏽🫶🏽 the production value was also crazy, the coffin shaped screens and stage was so creative tbh even if it’s one little detail. lighting and all went crazy too and made things so fun. you can tell money was put into the tour. i may be biased towards them but definitely my favorite kpop concert so far for sure!! just love enha sm 🥰🥰🥰 i only feel the same way for like two other groups, i’m selective af

as for the members omg HYUNG LINE HAD ME DEADDDD, they’re so fine. as a jay girly i already was screeching everytime he showed up. he just has this attractive aura surrounding him 24/7, oooooh i want him so bad 😫😫 BUT JAKE AND HEESEUNG OOOOOOH. jake was my og enha bias and has been my second bias since jongseong took the number one spot, but i think he’s fighting for number 1 again he’s just sooooo fine i was ready to get on my knees for him. everyone was down bad for him oof. heeseung is so sexy when performing jfc his expressions and energy 😍😍. sunghoon’s face card was crazy and he’d just show up on camera and id just be like how are you able to look like that. i almost passed out during that one move in sacrifice where he runs his hand down his body. jungwon is so cute, i’ve always seen him as my son even tho he’s like only a year younger than me 💀 but he was so cute during the ments especially when speaking english 🥹 sunoo is such a pretty man i cannot believe he’s real. ni-ki’s stage presence is so crazy. a true performer. he got so many cheers during the performances, but he deserves it. that’s my son fr and he deserves the world!!! overall they’re amazing performers, every member really shined through at some point and i’m so grateful i got to see them. i’m actually so close to buying a nosebleed ticket for their second show tn and going to just take in the moment without recording or worrying about what i’m wearing and all. i really hope they go to europe soon so you can see them!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽❤️‍🔥

another thing i kinda wanna rant about. it’s so annoying that kpop concerts have become about interactions and videos. ik that people already say this on twitter so much but it’s so true!!! everyone on the floor was just recording the whole time. i get it to some extent because enha is soooo close to you and i’m v grateful for those super close up videos at every concert. but even enha said they love it when fans dance along. even tho i recorded most of the concert i kept my phone lower and made sure i was also taking in the concert from my own eyes and dancing alone (basically multitasking lmao). even enha was like we love seeing the fans dancing and having fun, but poor boys cannot see that on the floor (which probably are the only fans they can see clearly with all the lights on them). and when pola love came on and they went down into the crowd you’d just see crowds of people running towards each side of the barricades it was crazy to see from the seated sections fr, i was like uhm 😀😀😀 even girls from the seated sections ran down towards the seated section barricade to see them just a little bit closer, i was like girl….🙄🙄 even on twitter people talk about how it’s always the same ppl at send off and they never move for other people to even just greet enha. when i went to ateez in early 2022 they didn’t have an extended stage and tbh at this time the only fanservice done was during encore. the energy was so much diff and everyone was genuinely having so much fun. i guess it leads to more funny moments and feeds the delusion a little with kpop idols being more interactive with fans now but sometimes it seems as if ppl aren’t there for the actual concert aspect but to get their little moment with the idols. still the energy was amazing during a lot of the songs and i’m still so happy ☺️☺️☺️

sorry for the super long ask, i just had to tell someone and you asked for a concert review so…

love you ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 can i be 🐥 anon if you don’t have one??

AAAHVDKWNFOENFLE THIS SOUNDS PERFECT BABY!!!!! im honestly so happy and relieved to hear that you had such a great experience, i really hope you get to experience it again asap!!!! you truly deserved that and im pretty sure the boys had just as good of a time as you did 🥺🥺🤍 (and yes (about the anon part) absolutely baby!)

[miens-reading-nook]

The Blighted Stars by Megan E. O'Keefe

Pages: 544 Published: 23 May 2023 My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Wow, straight to my top 5 of 2023. Five stars 🌟 Okay, so, think Altered Carbon (your brain is mapped and your consciousness can be transferred to new copies of your body or other bodies, making you virtually immortal) but make it less gory (still pretty bloody, though), a bit spookier (scary fungus destroying everything everywhere) and add a little ✨spice✨ (casual queerness) and you've got The Blighted Stars. I don't even know where to start. I read this last night and I'm still vibrating with excitement. It's books like this one that remind me why I love sci-fi so much. First, I'll say that the casual way queerness was introduced in the story melted my heart. Sometimes people are just queer and that's it. I loved that. Second, sometimes you love a story because of its characters, sometimes it's the world building, other times the plot. With this book, well, its everything. Tarquin and Naia - the main characters - are great. As soon as I started reading I just wanted to know more about them. The world-building is great too and relatively easy to follow: - In a distant future, 5 corporate families rule over a world where resources are scarce and people are starving if they're not under contract with one of the families. Humanity is spread out over multiple dying planets and space stations, and the race for new habitable planets is on as a deadly fungus consumes every bit of plant life it touches. - Tarquin is the second heir to one of the families and Naia is his father's ex-bodyguard turned environmental terrorist. After their ship crashes on a dead planet that should’ve been thriving, they’ve got to figure out: 1) how to survive, 2) what the hell is going on. I feel like I could talk about this universe for hours so I'm just going to copy paste some of the notes I took while reading: "Yaassss, we love good queer representation" "The misprints are so fucking creepy" "Okay, but the plot is so cool." "Oh this fungus is scaryyy. I like it" "I JUST REALIZED THIS IS NOT GONNA BE FIXED IN ONE BOOK OMGGGGG THIS BOOK IS GONNA MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND" - this was when I realized this was probably part of a series lol "Okay I dig how much of a romantic tarquin is." And then it's just a bunch of theories trying to guess the plot as I went along 😂 I love when a book gets me this excited. When the story lingers in my mind and I find myself thinking about it over and over again, wondering about the implications of certain details, about the rules of this universe and what that means for the story going forward. I don't even know what else to say, I just know that it was super fun (and stressful) to read this and I love Megan O'Keefe's brain ❤❤

[sketchguk]

Hi! its soulmate anon. I never though t that mingyu and mc were like best friends! i just thought they were close and fwbs . There's sexual tension after her confession .... :o will they do it immediately though??? ehehe the horny part of my brain wants to jump in immediately too. But that would be so fast and like .... not intense enough??? when they give in it should be so passion no? I LIKE JEALOUS MINGYU omggggg ....... but again Mc would feel bad if he does it just because he's mad at soonyoung :((((((( aaaahhh how they do ittttttttt I though of something .... you know how in hp movies, lavender kissed ron when he was celebrating after playing and winning a match? Can it be that mingyu won a match , against slytherin or something ..... and they won because of him so he was celebrating and all that adrenaline and all ...... he just kisses her??????????

Ahaha I guess mc and Mingyu don't necessarily start off as besties, but they work their way up to it ! They're super playful at first, so if you saw them from afar, you would already THINK they're boyfriend and girlfriend. And you know when you spend a lot of time with someone, they just develop into being your favorite person? That's how it is! They eventually tell each other everything, even all the mundane details of their lives. They also tell each other their worries and their inner thoughts. They give advice, and they're like each other's rock! It's so domestic, and it's no wonder mc has a crush on him! Who wouldn't be head over heels for a heartthrob like him??

I call this trope "friends to close friends to infatuation to him being mc's favorite person to fwb." It's definitely not besties in the traditional sense, but their relationship is pretty complicated lol

Figuring out how they became fwb is tough </3 I'm not totally satisfied with how I explained it either. I think it's most natural when it just "happens," but there should also be some catalyst for it !!! I'm not fond of them doing it when they're drunk either :-( I just wish it was something epic or intense like you said!

It's hard because Mingyu doesn't necessarily have feelings for her. So being jealous shouldn't be the spark for their situationship. It's something that comes later when they've settled into their arrangement a bit more. And it doesn't feel right that Mingyu only wants mc because Soonyoung has her, you're right!! I always imagined that he was really casual about the sex -- he doesn't think much of it. He doesn't tend to get jealous, especially not at the beginning, but when Soonyoung keeps pushing his buttons, Mingyu will know when to snap lol

Oh your suggestion is really cute !!! Maybe he kisses her, and they both find it super unexpected?? But they also realllyyy enjoyed it, and they can't stop thinking about it. Mc probably freaks out because that's her crush !!! Mixed signals aren't cool !! But when it comes to Mingyu, she would definitely take what she can get. She walks away from the kiss, flustered, because she needs more time to think about what just spiraled. So when the scene keeps replaying in their heads, consuming their thoughts, they decide to have a talk to see if they can explain what went on.

They're both conflicted, but Mingyu tells her that he really liked it, and he doesn't mind if it happened again (once again, super casual). And mc takes this as her chance to make a move?? But of course she's a little shocked and hesitant because she doesn't believe that it's happening to her! She's been trying to get with Mingyu for so long. She'll inch closer and closer to test his limits (while simultaneously working up the courage to finally have him the way she wants). She'll give feather light touches against his skin, and her breath will ghost against his lips, mere millimeters apart. She takes it so slow, giving him the chance to back off if he changes his mind.

She'd breathe against his lips, "tell me if you want me to stop."

But Mingyu pulls her into his lap before pairing his lips with her, passionately and lustfully. His hands grip tightly onto her waist while hers are wrapped around the nape of his neck, toying with his hair. Can they fuck NOW? I think this is a good opportunity.

[restinpeacesensei]

[poutyniall]

GIIRRRRL omgggg ur writing is addictiveee i cannot-

i just read ur ass grab/spanking drabble/ask thingie and oml I NEED a detailed imagine of the spanking in the bedroom like omggggg im actually losing it rn

AAAAAAAAAAA thank you sweetheart! I think it's kinda trash but I hope you like it

You're currently in the kitchen, Yoongi is sitting on a chair and you're sitting on Yoongi's lap. Or, more precisely, you're sitting on his dick in the sense that his dick is buried balls deep inside you, just the mere burn from stretching you out makes you clench hard around him. There's something extremely hot about the contrast between him being fully clothed except for his hard dick - now hidden inside your body and, therefore, technically cannot be seen - and you, completely exposed to him, sight and touch, except for your pushed down bra hanging over you hips. You don't know how you ended up like this. Well, you know, a kiss, a touch, a bite, a lick, a squeeze and neither of you could wait to get to the bedroom. He could have fucked you pressed against the wall, on the floor, bend over the table but he let you push him down on the chair and watched you straddle him, brush your fingers over his length and give it few strokes before gently grabbing it to rub the tip up and down your slit to gather up your juices to then hold it still and slowly sink down on it, the both of you sighed at the feeling. He loves when you try to take the lead, how you try to act intimidating but your burning cheeks give you away, which is precisely what's happening now before his eyes. He can see how you're slowly withdrawing after the fleeting moment of courage you've had, starting to feel self conscious, doubting yourself and overthinking way too much about something that doesn't require that much thinking. That's why he lands a spank on your right buttcheek, the sound of his hand landing on your bare soft skin echoes in the room and he savors your yelp and the way you clench harder round him, arching your back so your boobs are now pressing against him, he can feel your hard nipples brushing on his shirt. ''Eyes and mind on me, kitten'' his raspy voice makes you shiver. He leans in and catches your lips for a kiss, his tongue slips in your mouth to meet yours, exchanging moans and chills. When he pulls away a string of saliva connects your lips. As he leans in again to bite down on your bottom lip he spanks your other buttcheek. ''C'mon kitten, show oppa what you've got.'' he locks eyes with you, a little smug smirk on his face. Both of his big hands are on your ass and he grabs it tight to help you start moving, because of course he's the one who's actually in charge. As you begin to pick up the pace, wrapping your arms round your neck and letting your hands slide through his hair, he keeps kneading your ass, rubbing his hands on your skin before landing quick spanks, loving the heat coming from the skin he hit. The mere thought of his red hand print on your pale skin makes his dick twitches. He catches one of your nipple between his lips, sucking and nibbling it, getting drunk on the moans spilling from your mouth, the heat of your body, the scent and the taste of your skin with a hint of sweat. Still grabbing your ass, squeezing the soft flesh, he increases the pace and bury his face on the crook of your neck, his heavy breath breaks on your wet skin making you shiver in his arms. ''Touch yourself'' he murmurs right next to your ear, so you tug at his hair to tilt his head back and bring your other hand up to his mouth to put two fingers inside it, watching him sucking on them before pull them out and slide them between your bodies, reaching your clit to rub it, adding even more sparkles to the fireworks you're already feeling. You cum as he lands one more spank on your ass, tightening and clenching around him as if you wanted to swallow him up, which make him bite down on your shoulder as he spouts his cum inside you. Still catching your breath, you brush away his sweaty hair from his forehead and place a soft kiss on it. Licking his lips and nibbling his bottom lip, he takes a handful of each of your buttcheeks and lifts you up just enough to slide out of you and watches hypnotized his cum dripping out of your pussy and slowly glide down your inner thighs.

[tallulah477]

/It was new and terrifying, having the eyes of the future Olo’eyktan so filled with adoration and lust and hope whenever they laid on you./

This is literally so true! It's not something I think about often, and I wish they would have gone into more detail about it in the movies with Jake becoming Olo'eyktan and all the pressure and responsibilities that come with that, but the Sully's are essentially royalty. They're an important family with an important name, and Neteyam is the future clan leader so I think that if it were me, I'd be super intimidated lollll

/Where he had to be strong and immovable, you could be adaptable and kind, giving each other a perfect balance in life./

Oh my goodness! So cute! They balance each other out so well 🧡

/His hand would often find your thigh throughout shared meals, inevitably ending with the two of you sneaking past the trees and with his head between your legs./

Ohhhh how scandalous 😏

/There was a flush high on his cheeks, pupils dilated to show only a thin ring of gold as he gazed upon you. A small moan rumbles across the sensitive flesh of your folds as he notices you blink awake./

WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO WAKE UP TO THIS SIGHT 😩

My turn when???

/“I’m sorry, yawnetu, I could not wait. You looked so sweet-'' His voice was weak and breathy, and you vaguely noticed one hand snuck beneath his tewng to palm at his cock./

The image of him stroking himself while he eats her out cause he's so desperate for her and can't even wait for her to wake up is sooooooo hot 🥵

/“Haah-such a nice present waiting for me at home, yawnetu, all spread out and waiting. Did you miss me?”/

Our man is such a dirty talker lol. I love the way he tries to pin his insatiable horniness on her, like she was just way too tempting and he couldn't help himself

/You can vaguely hear the sound of him working his own cock, imagining the way the tip peeks between his thick fingers to leak onto himself as he devours you./

/“Just wait, yawnetu, soon. I-I need to taste you.” He mumbles the promise into your folds, gasping and panting into you with each tug at his cock. His face is near rutting into you, nose bumping at the top of your pussy and inhaling deep breaths of your sweat and slick. “Thought of it the w-whole time, just like this. Let me.”/

He's so desperateeeeeee 🥵🥵🥵 I love his little whiny stutters

/His eyes are unfocused as he comes apart above you, ears twitching and mouth falling open in wet pants. He burrows his head into the crook of your neck as he gets close, licking feverishly at the junction of your neck, the wet head of his cock bumping against your belly./

Bae, your writing is SUPER good. Like from a delivery (?) standpoint, the writing flows really well, you describe things very clearly, and the little details you provide (like the ear twitches, wet pants) just hit the spot. I can feel how desperate he is.

/Your fingers brush along his largest braid close to the skull before rubbing your thumb firmly against the base. His eyes roll slightly as he gasps into your mouth, hips spasming unevenly as his orgasm wracks through him./

OMGGGGG A TINY BIT OF SURPRISE KURU PLAY??? And he orgasmed from it!

enter, sandman

↳ neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

content warnings | smut ( minors dni ), somnophilia, oral ( f ), praise and some dirty talk, desperate neteyam, masturbation ( m ), characters are aged up !

word count: 1886

notes | pretty light on the actual prompt but here is my first submission for romancing pandora ! day one — somnophilia, turned out pretty fluffy but who doesn’t love some pussywhipped neteyam, enjoy friends

na'vi dictionary | syil — meer deer ; olo’eyktan — male clan leader ; yawnetu — loved one / lover / beloved person ; tewng — loincloth

You and Neteyam had been circling each other your entire lives, opposing forces drawn to one another despite all your innate differences. You admired each other from afar for years, skirting looks and kind greetings eventually evolving into shared dinners and stolen touches beneath the eclipse.

It was new and terrifying, having the eyes of the future Olo’eyktan so filled with adoration and lust and hope whenever they laid on you.

When Neteyam finally approached you officially to ask for you to be his—in body, in soul, in life—you were sure the earth beneath you shook with the force of your love. You were euphoric, giddy with the prospect that the man you desired so fully from the time you were children wanted you as well.

Some questioned his choice, though it was always clear to you how well you fit in each other’s lives. You weren’t a skilled hunter or forager, but you had a kind heart and strong mind, making you perfect for teaching the younglings of the clan. Neteyam was a born warrior, a boy made of steel bones and gunpowder. Where he had to be strong and immovable, you could be adaptable and kind, giving each other a perfect balance in life.

Being bonded to Neteyam was a lot of pressure, no doubt. Some expected you to be perfect, while others criticized you for being weak, a never-ending pull at your heart. It was all easy to brush off when Neteyam’s strong hands caressed your shoulders.

It helped too that your chemistry grew indescribably as your relationship progressed. The two of you were crazy about each other, hardly capable of containing the heat and excitement you felt in your newly blossoming relationship.

His hand would often find your thigh throughout shared meals, inevitably ending with the two of you sneaking past the trees and with his head between your legs. You would visit him on his breaks from teaching, stealing kisses and teasing touches away from the eyes of the younger warriors. You were often teased by your friends about how you could not keep your hands from your betrothed for more than a minute.

It was part of what made the time apart so unbearably aching.

You knew he had to leave. The syil, a normally elusive creature, would be gathering for mating season in valleys a few days' ride away. The hunting party had been planned for weeks now, with Neteyam at its head. It was a great stride in showing the clan his leadership skills, the longest hunt beyond the village he would lead on his own. The reap of the hunt would be great, sustaining the clan through many days and providing countless pelts for the cold season ahead. 

It did little to stave the emptiness in your heart or between your legs.

It grew lonely at night, especially in the cold drizzles of the rainy season when the hearth fires fizzled. You tucked yourself beneath woven mats, huddling against the soft fibers for warmth as your body craved the solid weight of Neteyam behind you. After what felt like hours of restless turning and shivering, a lonely sleep crept over your mind.

A heated groan rouses you from your slumber.

Your fingers tighten along the edge of the woven mats, flung to the side to expose you to the night’s chill, cooling against your heated skin. Your hair sticks against the curve of your neck, wet with sweat. There was an insistent nudge between your legs and a weight at the bone of your hip, pressing you firmly into your sleeping mats.

Light of the eclipse shadows across your home, dimly illuminating Neteyam’s face where it lay nestled between your thighs. There was a flush high on his cheeks, pupils dilated to show only a thin ring of gold as he gazed upon you. A small moan rumbles across the sensitive flesh of your folds as he notices you blink awake.

“‘Teyam-what the, oh-” Sleep still reached at the edge of your consciousness, muddling your thoughts as an easy pleasure trickled through you. Your hips move before your mind catches up, rutting towards Neteyam’s wide tongue as you moan. You could hardly think clearly with Neteyam’s tongue on you when you were fully awake, now your brain felt completely like mush.

“I’m sorry, yawnetu, I could not wait. You looked so sweet-'' His voice was weak and breathy, and you vaguely noticed one hand snuck beneath his tewng to palm at his cock.

Fuck, he feels so good and so right between you, but when did he get here? When did this start? Great Mother, why did you like it? You could see him in your mind’s eye, tired and worn from the long hunting trek, overcome with such want for you that waking you barely crossed his mind. In your head, he was needy and wanting, thinking of nothing but how he couldn’t stand to be apart from the wet heat between your legs for another second. The thought made you indescribably hot, legs trembling at the voracious way he gripped your hips as he dipped his tongue down into your entrance.

Your tewng hangs half-off your left thigh, rumbled and glistening with either saliva or your juices. Neteyam’s lips are soft and wet, trailing lightly between your slick folds. You try to gather your thoughts between the jolts of pleasure, bringing one hand down to stroke across your lover’s head. “Y-you’re back early.”

“The rains were too heavy, left early.” His fingers massage the plush of your thighs, trailing back up to trace the line of glowing freckles across your stomach. You squirm at the feather-light touches, inching your hips back to his panting lips. “Haah-such a nice present waiting for me at home, yawnetu, all spread out and waiting. Did you miss me?”

“I-I did, I—shit ‘Teyam—missed your mouth, your cock, please.”

“I know, baby, I know, let me give it to you.” His mouth fell back on you, slow licks on the sensitive skin around your labia, skirting around your hole and dipping into the junction of your thigh before darting against your clit. He breathed heavily from his nose, inhaling your scent as your legs tightening around the sides of his head increased the throb in his cock.

Your moans increase as his wide shoulders bully your thighs further apart, tongue giving wide and strong strokes against your clit before sucking it between his shining lips. You can feel the heat growing and tightening at the base of your stomach, fluttering against the dip of his thumb into your cunt. 

The slick sounds of your arousal weave in between the wet sounds of his moans, hot and yearning as they vibrate through your clit and into your bones. You can vaguely hear the sound of him working his own cock, imagining the way the tip peeks between his thick fingers to leak onto himself as he devours you. He always looked so pretty when he worked himself over, eyes blown and pleading.

The movements of his tongue quicken with the pace of your whining moans, finally moving to rub firm circles over your clit that have you keening into his hot touch. Your fingers card through his braids, using the grip to keep his mouth firm against your mound. As if he had any plans of moving.

“That’s-fuck-feels good, baby, but-want your cock,” You mewl, fingers tightening around the back of his head. Your voice hitches with every labored breath, pussy clenching on emptiness with every beat of your racing heart and it’s been so long, your body craves for him.

“Just wait, yawnetu, soon. I-I need to taste you.” He mumbles the promise into your folds, gasping and panting into you with each tug at his cock. His face is near rutting into you, nose bumping at the top of your pussy and inhaling deep breaths of your sweat and slick. “Thought of it the w-whole time, just like this. Let me.” 

The deep breathiness of his voice has arousal shooting through you. You know neither of you will probably be awake long enough to see through on that promise, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s enough to have him here, now, delighting himself so fully with eating at you that it has him desperate and breathless. His moans rumble through you, whispering praises and encouragements into the wetness of your core as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Neteyam.” You have one hand on the back of his head, the other gripped tightly into the woven mats as pleasure begins to crest over you. “I-I’m gonna-”

“Yeah? Come on, yawnetu.” You swear you see a devilish grin at the corner of his lips before your eyes clench shut in pleasure. 

Your orgasm rolls through you with a gasping breath, legs tightening around Neteyam’s shoulders as pleasure runs wet and hot from deep in your stomach to every edge of your body. Neteyam groans against you when you tighten under him, tongue swirling softly against your clit until you’re twitching against him, voice heavy with pants of his name and begging him to just get over here already.

Neteyam’s hand is still gripping at the meat of your hip when you open your eyes, now merely inches from your face as he holds himself above you. His hand moves fast and tight on his hard cock, eyes hooded in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty-haah-got me so close, baby.”

His deep blue skin is shining under the eclipse with perspiration and your slick, the little freckles over his cheeks and shoulders glimmering lightly. You let your eyes sleepily rove over his wide shoulders and muscled chest, taking in every inch of how fucking good he looks above you.

Your eyes are glassy with pleasure as you gaze up at him with wet lashes, each brush of him against you sending you twitching in sensitivity. “I want it on me, please Neteyam.”

His eyes are unfocused as he comes apart above you, ears twitching and mouth falling open in wet pants. He burrows his head into the crook of your neck as he gets close, licking feverishly at the junction of your neck, the wet head of his cock bumping against your belly.

You reach behind his head again, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, eyes drawn on his face as he groans with each stroke. Your fingers brush along his largest braid close to the skull before rubbing your thumb firmly against the base. His eyes roll slightly as he gasps into your mouth, hips spasming unevenly as his orgasm wracks through him. His hand tightens on your hip, tip of his cock rubbing against you as he empties himself onto you.

The heat in you is slow and lazy, something that will creep into your dreams to be dealt with in the morning. Your bones feel heavy with Neteyam’s heat cuddling up next to you, mind already fuzzy with edges of sleep.

Neteyam’s face is lax in pleasure, nuzzling into the side of your body and pulling you taut to him. You can already hear his breathing evening out with the beginnings of sleep as he mumbles into your hair. “Missed you, yawnetu.”

“Welcome home, ‘Teyam.”

tags | @tallulah477 ; @eywaite @neteyamsoare

[goldenroutledge]

OMGGGGG ok I just thought of something!!!! what about qb!jj (I know you usually write for qb!topper buuuuut!!) having a crush on a girl that’s not well known around town and trying to convince her to go out with him and she’s skeptical but they end up having a good time?? I feel like that’s definitely your style 💛💛💛

be my baby

pairing: qb!jj maybank x shy!reader

word count: 2.6k

warning(s): slight mention of sex, but FLUFF

a/n: omg when i saw this i immediately had to start writing it. thank you!! even tho im neglecting my v day blurbs still, i write what im inspired for oops

jj maybank masterlist

© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

Out of all the students who you could’ve ended up tutoring for the remainder of the school year, of course it would have to be JJ Maybank. The star quarterback of Kildare High, a known player in more ways than one. You didn’t have to know him to know all about his smooth but selfish ways with the ladies, the stories and gossip spoke for itself.

You never questioned it either, considering you never cared enough to delve deeper into the details. All that you concluded from the hearsay was to stay away from him and to not become another topic of JJ’s many flings. Not that you would have a chance to even speak to JJ really. Him and his friends weren’t your type of crowd, and you were much more focused on your grades anyway.

Clearly, your teachers had quickly picked up on that as well. You and JJ shared math, english, and biology together. It didn’t take long for the seating charts to magically shift around to where you and JJ became closer and closer together. “Mrs. Steele?” You asked your math teacher after the final bell had rung. “Why the new seating arrangement?”

“Oh, you know, some of the others have trouble focusing when they are so close together. If you’re talking about JJ, I just think he’ll do better around you. Maybe pick up on a few of your good habits?” She smiled hopefully, referring to the obnoxious blond that was JJ.

“Oh, ok. Have a nice day.” You returned with a small smile while exiting, before she stopped you.

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Would you mind tutoring another one of your peers? Just for the next few units.” She proposed.

“Sure, I’d do it. Who, though?” You asked.

“JJ.” She sighed. “He’s been falling behind and I really think he could use your help. On top of that, if he’s doing poorly academically, he won’t be able to play football.” Mrs. Steele explained, though you already knew there had to be something else behind it.

“I don’t mind. Let me know when I can start.” You told her, walking out.

“Today, actually. If it’s not too short of notice.” She called out, to which you agreed reluctantly.

You tried to think positive and not let the cons get to you. On the bright side, you would be allowed one free period everyday in exchange for your after school tutoring sessions. Plus, what kind of person would you be to refuse to help the school’s star QB, let them fail under your nose and ruin the chances of Kildare going to the state championship?

-

You sighed and walked into the small coffee shop for your first day of tutoring, ordering your drink and sitting down to wait for JJ. You typed away at your laptop in concentration, figuring you might as well finish up a paper while you waited. 4:30, the time read. You weren’t expecting excellent punctuality from him or anything, but a little courtesy text would’ve been nice.

About 5 minutes later, the bell rang on the entrance to the building, JJ sauntering over to your table with a backup slung on his shoulder. He slid into the booth, crossing his arms out on the table in front of him. “Nice of you to show up.” You started.

“Am I late? I thought we agreed on 4:30?”

“4.” You corrected him.

He scoffed. “Ok. What’s our first subject, boss?”

-

The tutoring sessions continued through the rest of the week, and surprisingly had come a long way compared to Monday’s. By Friday, you found yourself actually not dreading the whole hour entirely. He wasn’t the worst company. Despite his small attention span, the first week was overall quite productive. He had even started to ask you more about yourself, rather than the material you were supposed to be focusing on. “Why haven’t you been to any games lately?” He asked you while you had been helping him write out some flashcards, the question taking you off guard and causing you to look up at him.

“How do you know I haven’t?”

“Just wondering. I usually see you in the same spot you’re always in, though. Back-left side of the bleachers.” You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion at how he had been able to spot you of all people in the stands.

“How do you even know that?”

He played it off. “Ehh, don’t ask me how I know. You should come support tonight. Come with some friends or something.” You only shook your head and chuckled to yourself at his presumption you actually had friends to go with. “You do have friends, right?”

“Of course I do!” You shot back defensively, capping your marker. “Just not so many good ones right now. I don’t know, we just aren’t clicking.”

“That’s a shame. Maybe you could come anyway and meet some new ones?” He suggested.

“As tempting as it sounds, JJ, Netflix is patiently waiting for me at home. Good luck, though.” You wished him, walking out of the shop and leaving JJ to himself. You didn’t think anything of it after that, fully enjoying your well-deserved night of relaxation.

Before kickoff, JJ turned his head to the back-left area of the bleachers that he knew you to be at. He wiped the small frown off of his face, getting his head ready for the game ahead of him.

-

The next Monday, things had only progressed. As far as JJ’s grades of course. At first he hadn’t noticed you enough to really pay attention, but the way your explanations and analogies rolled off your tongue definitely caught it. He always wanted to know why you were more closed off than others. Most of the female population at Kildare High couldn’t wait for their turn to come with JJ. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t know you to be interested or entangled with anyone romantically at all.

Tonight, JJ had asked if you could push your study date back two hours, football practice keeping him extra long that day. Surprisingly, he had already been waiting for you at your regular booth. “Hey.” He greeted. “I ordered your drink for you.” He motioned to the cup waiting for you on your side of the table.

“Oh. You didn’t have to do that.” You smiled at his thoughtfulness, wondering how on Earth he managed to take note and remember your favorite.

“It’s the least I could do. You sacrifice your free time to help me out, I appreciate that.” He praised, opening his notebook to begin another study session.

-

7:27, the time read. He watched you take a sip of your drink, yawning shortly after. “You should probably get home, Y/n. I bet your boyfriend misses you.”

Even though you were tired, you weren’t stupid. “You’re funny.”

“What do you mean?”

“Using reverse psychology to find out if I have a boyfriend or not.”

He scoffed dramatically. “Yeah, right. Jokes on you, sweetheart, because I didn’t even know that was a thing until now.”

You laughed at his defensiveness for a moment before replying. “For the record, I don’t have a boyfriend. I- never have really been in a relationship.” You confessed, looking down at your hands to avoid his gaze.

He jokingly choked on his drink at your words. “What? You’re kidding.”

Your face began to feel hot at the sudden personal topic of conversation. “No. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“I don- It’s not. Well, it is. But- I’m not sure.” He sighed. “Just didn’t expect that. You’re really special.” He gulped, looking up at you in the dim but warm lights illuminating the coffee shop.

“Thanks.” You tried to contain your serotonin, failing at your attempt to suppress a wide smile. “That’s sweet of you.”

-

By the end of the week, the more personal questions weren’t so uncomfortable. You might’ve even gone as far as to call JJ an acquaintance. Friend would be a stretch.

On his account, he was anxiously waiting for the day he would exceed the friend zone with you. He worked up the courage to ask you out on Friday morning, their game being postponed until a further date. “Hey, Y/n.” He flagged you down at your locker, the number he had tried to engrave into his brain for days and days.

“Hi, JJ. What’s up?” You responded politely.

“I wanted to ask you something. Do you think you’d maybe wanna go out with me tonight?”

“What do you mean? I thought we agreed on no more Friday night studying?” You questioned him cluelessly.

“No, I mean like... a date. Would you go out with me on a date tonight?”

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your throat. “A date? Is this a joke? Where’s the camera crew?” You teased, pretending to look around and behind him for hidden cameras.

He rolled his eyes and stepped in front of you. “I’m not kidding, Y/n. I’d like to get to know you better, y’know.”

“No, I don’t know.” You repeated him. “I’m just helping you pass some classes, JJ. I don’t really think we’d be a good fit. Romantically.”

“Then why can’t we go out as friends?”

You shook your head. “That’s the thing. We aren’t friends. We probably would’ve never even spoken had we not been moved together.” Your words bruised his ego, as rejection wasn’t something he was used to. But he wouldn’t let it change how he felt about you.

“That’s all the more reason to give us a chance! You can’t tell me that wouldn’t be a cute ass love story.” He debated. “Will you at least think about it, please?”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile before replying and heading off to your first class. “Sure. I’ll think about it.”

And you had thought about it. You couldn’t take your mind off of it, really. You didn’t know JJ well enough yet to know if this was just his way of getting in your pants, but on the other hand you didn’t know him well enough to judge him based on rumors. The interactions between the two of you so far had been genuine, so it could be worth a shot. Just once.

If you weren’t impressed, you could just go back to your normal study sessions and pretend the date never happened at all. You finally had the opportunity to explore something deeper than what it was on the surface, and you might even have a better time than you were anticipating.

“Yes.” You walked up to JJ as he strolled out of his class. “My answer is yes.”

“For the date, I’m guessing?” He teased.

“Yeah. I’m gonna give us a chance.”

He smiled and puffed out his chest a little bit pridefully. “Alright. How does Dellah’s Diner sound?”

“Sounds like a date, Maybank.”

“I’ll pick you up at 7, sunshine.”

-

7 came around slower than ever, but once it was close you felt yourself feeling those nervous butterflies in your body. Pure excitement coursed through your veins at the night ahead of you, your doorbell ringing right on time. Your smile grew wider at the sight of JJ dressed up a little nicer than his normal look, hair combed but still messy how you liked it.

He held a bouquet of flowers in his hand, giving them to you with a smile. “Here you are.”

“They’re beautiful, J. Thank you.” You moved up to kiss his cheek, leading him by the arm to your kitchen where you put the flowers in a vase for keeping.

“You ready to go?” He asked once you had finished with the flowers.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“I hope you’re prepared to be wowed, Y/n. I’ll show you a good time.”

“You’re lucky I don’t have a doubt about that.”

-

The diner was full for the most part, but you both tuned out the noise and paid each other your full attention. “What made you say yes finally? Not that I’m surprised.” JJ asked followed by a smug smirk.

“I’m not sure, actually. I guess I wanted the famous JJ experience for myself. If you would’ve asked me 3 weeks ago I would’ve definitely said no, hands down.”

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely. But I got to know you a bit for myself. What made you ask me?”

“The same thing, I guess. I wanted to find out who you are for myself. Not to mention, you’re funny, smart as hell, and beautiful, so...”

You quirked an eyebrow skeptically at his admission. “Really?”

“Really.” He confirmed.

The waitress soon came over to ask if you’d like any dessert, to which JJ spoke up before you could. “One chocolate milkshake, two straws, please.” He told her, mimicking the two with his fingers and simultaneously winking at you.

“Sure thing.” She smiled at the two of you. “I’ll have that right out.” When it arrived, you were still laughing at the way JJ wouldn’t stop acting foolish and wiggling his eyebrows.

“Are you seriously going to make me take part in this cliché?”

“Of course, princess. It’s only right for our first date.” He cooed. Your heart sped up in your chest as you both took a sip through the straws, foreheads barely pressed together and staring into each other’s eyes in the moment. You both pulled away from the straws and sat back to put some distance between you two.

“How about we dance, princess?” He offered, gesturing to the music playing from the jukebox.

“In the middle of a diner? Are you insane?”

JJ chuckled at your wild expression. “We can go in the corner if you’re more comfortable.”

“Ok, I can live with that. Also, no more ‘princess’. It makes everything even more of a cliché than it already is.”

“I’m sorry, my queen. I really do apologize to your royal highness.” He quipped, twirling you around unexpectedly. The two of you caught some stares from the other customers, but they only smiled softly at the young love they were witnessing. Or the beginning of one.

You two were so caught up in each other that you had totally forgotten about how weird this must’ve looked to anyone else right about now. You didn’t care. Hours went by before you left, but JJ told you he wanted to make one last stop. Kildare’s football field.

“Why are we here?” You asked him.

“Because I want to tell you something.” He replied, leading you over to the very row you would take a seat in for each game you attended. “You remember how you asked me how I knew where you sit at during my games?”

You hummed in response, still confused but went with it anyway.

“My mom used to sit in the back-left, third row from the top just like you do. She left a few years ago, but I always look up here at this spot before I play. Just to see if she ever came back.” You looked at him sympathetically, interlocking your fingers with his for support as he opened up. “It’s silly, because I know she’s not going to. But it’s nice to see a familiar face when you don’t have any family.”

“Oh, JJ. I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine-”

“It’s okay, sunshine.” He smiled sadly, but a hint of hope was glinting in the blue eyes staring back at you. “I’m just glad you know. That I’ve been finding my solace in you showing up here. Even though we didn’t know each other before, I’m sure as hell happy we do now.”

You brought his hand up to your lips to kiss it softly, JJ smiled at the gesture. “Yeah. I’m happy I found you, too.”

a/n: y’all rockin w qb!jj ??

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