#pls don't feel obligated to complete it

[wickedlvst]

starter call. closed for @lemonadecabaret based on (x)

he really shouldn't have gone out tonight. shouldn't have had that fourth glass of whiskey. shouldn't have used the chance of his wife being out of town with their youngest to visit a few colleges to revisit the glorious old days of not having any responsibility, of living his fullest life as an almost rockstar before one ripped condom turned his girlfriend into his wife and dreams into a respectable, admittedly successful, career in banking. but then again, who could have expected one of his daughter's friends to meet him behind a - for his normal taste - far too seedy bar when contacting a drug dealer one of his looser acquaintances recommended when asked where he could buy something a little more fun?

and he most certainly shouldn't have asked her to join him in a motel close by, any ideas of morality and reason seemingly completely thrown out of the window tonight. oh how he wishes he could only blame it on the liquor. he still can't believe star actually said yes.

"you're going to be the death of me", richard mutters, eyes taking in her gorgeous form that's still too heavily dressed for his liking. a bag of pills lies on the bed, for the moment forgotten as her presence is a more potent drug than anything else he's ever taken before. "are you really sure about this?" as hard - impossible - as it'd be for him to pull the brakes right now, he doesn't want to push her to do anything she isn't comfortable with, the age difference all to present in his mind.

[red-heart-green-light]

gentle sex w cho hyun-ju pls oml where she talks u thru it 😍

anon how did you read my mind,,, this from her is literally everything i need in my life

also !! tried to keep genitalia vague for both the reader and hyun-ju, so it's up to you whether this is pre- or post-bottom-surgery :) it's been so long since i've posted a proper bit of writing online so i really hope this turned out okay!

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Slim, soft hands seemed to fill your senses as Hyun-ju ran them along your bare waist, then your hips. You smiled instinctively, leaning into her touch and allowing your head to rest on her shoulder. Hyun-ju hummed softly, holding you closer to her. The two of you were standing in her bedroom and both clad in only underwear, the only thing keeping you from feeling the entirety of her body against your own.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Hyun-ju's voice seemed almost nervous, a certain tenderness to it as well as caution. You laughed softly, reaching up to cup her cheek with your hand. "I'm sure. I want you. I'm just not really sure what I'm doing.. or what you'd like."

She softened, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "That's okay. You don't have to figure that out by yourself." Though her tone and expression were gentle, her words held a flirtatious meaning to them. And when she kissed you, you felt it.

Losing yourself in the sensation, your hands made their way to her chest, though you kept your hands curled, closed, like you weren't sure what you could touch. Hyun-ju carefully broke the kiss, smiling at you. She took your hand in hers, guiding it to cup her breast. "Here," she whispered. Kissing her again, you obliged, giving the area small squeezes and caresses. In response, she let out a small moan against your mouth. You quickly grew frustrated with the fabric blocking your way, however, and reached around to find the clasp of her bra at the back. "Can I?"

Hyun-ju nodded, her face flushed. She let you unhook and slowly slide off her bra, then sat on the bed, and you followed her. Carefully climbing onto her lap, you returned your hands to their previous place, no longer obstructed by a barrier of fabric. Hyun-ju moaned again, this time in surprise, her head ducking down to meet your shoulder as her hands found your thighs. She turned her head, panting softly beside your ear. "That's- That's good. Don't stop."

Hearing those words from her sent a rush down your spine, and you felt your hips twitch forward, your groin pressing against Hyun-ju's. Her nails pressed into your thighs, just for a moment. "Do that again. Please." Her words spurred you on, and you did as asked, rolling your hips in a purposeful way this time. You soon found a steady, slow rhythm, and her lips found your neck, gently leaving kisses down the side of it. "Doing so well, baby," she mumbled into your skin, fighting the urge to pull you further against her. But she wanted to be patient with you, the same way you'd always been with her.

You shuddered, the thumb of one of your hands pressing her nipple. "Hyun-ju.. I need.." Your voice trailed off, and Hyun-ju lifted her head, moving to rest her forehead against your own.

"What do you need, honey?"

You let out a shaky breath, trying to gather your words. "More of you."

Hyun-ju smiled, offering you a kiss on the forehead. "Are you okay if we.. undress more?" she asked, to which you nodded. Hyun-ju helped you stand and did the same herself, keeping the warm smile on her face despite her nervousness. She watched you undress yourself completely, tugging down her own panties to match. Fighting the urge to cover herself, Hyun-ju's hands instead found yours. "You're perfect."

"I could say the same to you."

"I love you." Hyun-ju caught you in a kiss once again, a short one this time, before pulling you towards the bed. "Lay with me?"

The two of you slipped beneath the covers, pressing against one another, skin to skin. Hyun-ju ran her hand along your thigh, before cupping underneath it, lifting it and slotting her own thigh between yours.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah. Please."

She needed no further confirmation, giving a slow roll of her hips and grinding into your thigh, her hand on your own hip encouraging you to do the same. She tightened her grip, just slightly, her head falling against the pillow as she shuddered. "Hah- You feel so good. Just like that."

You could tell she was trying not to get too carried away too fast. You whined softly, one of your hands meeting her waist as the other grasped at her chest again. This made her moan, rutting against you with higher intensity. "Please don't stop. Oh, god." You'd never heard her voice take on this tone of desperation before, and you craved more of it. The more you moved, the more she seemed to praise you for it. As your thigh pressed harder against her groin, she outright whimpered. "That's it. Doing so well, love. So good for me."

All you could feel was skin, heat, love, lust, all merging together into an overwhelming sensation. You were getting close to the edge, and admitted this to her, albeit through whispered words between sounds of pleasure.

"So am I," Hyun-ju muttered, not ceasing her movements even for a moment. "It's okay. I want to see you come. Please come for me."

The request sent you tumbling over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train as you came on her thigh. Hyun-ju was quick to meet her own, but not before watching you, admiring the look on your face as you fell apart. Hyun-ju let out one last sweet whimper, alongside a string of "I love you" and "so good."

Panting for air, you nestled in Hyun-ju's arms, coming down from your high as you focused on the softness and warmth of her body. As Hyun-ju started to regain her own composure, she ran her hands along your back, in a repetitive and soothing motion.

"You did so well. That was perfect. I love you."

But as you smiled at her words, and felt your eyes threaten to close, you thought that maybe the truly perfect thing was the two of you together.

[woozinhos]

love love love you work!! 💗 im always looking forward to it every time 🤣🫢

and pls,if you can help me to close all the gym in the world because why the hell is Cheol's chest so big???😭 im so sick of his big chest and......idk what else is big, but his tits are pulling me to him like...??? imagine sucking it until he's moaning mess,until he's crying, leaving ALOT of hickeys he cant even wear sleeveless top bcause of how obvious the hickeys looks on him 😔✨️💭

Appreciation || Choi Seungcheol

Notes: forgot to start using titles so here you go made this request into a little drabble! Do you guys want part 2?

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Seungcheol steps out of the shower, his body still damp from his workout. He grabs a towel and starts to dry off, but stops when he sees you standing in the bathroom, looking at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "What are you up to?" he asks, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

You smile and saunter over to him, running your hands over his chest. "I just wanted to give you some appreciation," you say sweetly. "You've been working so hard lately." Seungcheol chuckles and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. "Oh really? And what kind of appreciation did you have in mind?"

You point to his chest, specifically at the area where his heart is. "Right here," you say, your fingers tracing over the defined muscles. "I want to leave some marks on you." Seungcheol raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your request. "Marks, huh? You're feeling possessive today, aren't you?"

Seungcheol leans back against the wall, a smirk on his face as he watches you. "Go ahead then," he says, his eyes locked on yours. "Mark me up." You lean in and begin to kiss his chest, leaving a trail of gentle kisses across his skin. You can feel his heartbeat under your lips, steady and strong.

As you move down to his pecs, you start to nibble and suck on the skin, leaving small red marks in your wake. You can feel Seungcheol's breath hitch as you lick his nipples, and he lets out a soft moan. "Mmm, Y-N..."

He tangles his fingers in your hair, his grip tightening as you continue to tease him. "You're playing dirty," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. You smile against his skin, enjoying the effect you're having on him. You take one of his nipples into your mouth and start to suck on it, swirling your tongue around the sensitive bud.

Seungcheol groans and arches his back, his head falling back against the wall. "Fuck, that feels good," he mutters, his eyes fluttering closed. "Don't stop." You oblige, tracing your fingers over his abs as you continue to suck on his nipple. You can feel the hard muscles twitch under your touch, and you can't help but marvel at his physique.

Seungcheol's body is a work of art, and you take your time exploring every inch of it. You move lower, leaving a few more hickeys on his stomach before dropping to your knees in front of him. You look up at Seungcheol, your eyes meeting his as you place your hands on his thighs. He's watching you intently, his breathing ragged and his cock hard and standing at attention.

"You're so beautiful like this," he says, his voice thick with desire. "On your knees for me." Seungcheol lets the towel fall to the floor, leaving him completely naked in front of you. You admire his toned body, your eyes roaming over every inch of him. He takes a step closer to you, his cock brushing against your face. "Open your mouth," he commands.

[love-marimo]

Hiii Lili <3 could I request one piece character (idk for who you write, so u can choose!) reaction to a reader who is very normal looking girl (doesn't stand out from the crowd to say soo) but in battle/confrontational situation becomes a complete, very violent and dangerous, destruction machine?

The circumstances or if she is friend or foe, you can choose, whatever let's you more inspired. ✨ If you don't like or feel very inspired by the prompt it's okay, I just really liked your writing style ♥️

There is More Than What Meets the Eye (Monster Trio x Fem!Reader)

Lolita's Note: hello!! thanks for the ask. this is actually such a fun idea. i went a little overboard with this one lololololol. and i decided to go with the monster trio ♡ hope u like it :3 if you/anyone wants to read sth about other characters,pls lmk! i currently write for jjk, genshin and of course, one piece ★

ー as always, requests and commissions are open! ♡ (im bored pls give me something to do :'3)

cw: mentions of weapons, violence, and battles

Luffy

he's not someone who likes to expect things from anything, let alone anyone.

but he gets really amused easily.

(luffy is a big yolo person, and it shows)

he is naturally protective of his crew though, and that includes you.

but at the same time, he trusts that everyone is capable of fighting and surviving on their own, so he doesn't think much of your capabilities. he just knows that you're strong.

you had just recently joined the crew and you're figuring out how you can help.

you help with franky and usopp with the ship's repairs.

then you tend to the plants with robin.

then you help sanji cook lots of meals (because luffy eats like a monster)

and then you asked nami if you can clean the study room for her so she can make maps comfortably.

and after all that, you joined zoro to workout with him.

for a normal person, doing all these things would exhaust one at the end of the day, but in your case, you seem to never run out of energy.

the crew is thankful for your help, but what they didn't realize is that you never run out of stamina to just do things.

until luffy points out how restless you are.

"hey, don't you ever get tired?"

you were about to answer him when you noticed the presence of a few marine ships at your tail.

the crew panicked and prepared to change course.

when they fired cannonballs, you immediately caught each and every one of them and threw them back at the ships, causing a simultaneous explosion.

there was one cannonball that you almost missed, so you were quick to grab it.

imagine luffy's surprise when you crushed it with your bare hand before it exploded.

everyone pretty much had their jaws on the floor.

luffy practically had sparkling eyes asking you how you did it.

"wow, i never knew you could do that!"

"what other things can you break with one hand?"

"here, can you break this huge weight?"

you were confused, but you obliged, breaking the weight in half.

"so cool!!"

since then he would start attacking you out of nowhere, trying to catch you off guard.

well that never happened, so one day he'll mope about it.

"hey, seriously, what's your secret?" he asks, poking your cheek.

"there is no secret." you laugh. "i just like to train my body."

"well, that's boring." he complains.

after a while though, he smiles at you.

"i honestly thought you look weak. but you're strong, so keep it up!" he said, pointing his thumbs up.

you didn't know whether to laugh or feel offended, but you took it as a compliment.

it feels good to feel needed by your friends.

Sanji

sanji thinks you're the most vulnerable person in the crew.

he doesn't mean to be condescending or anything.

but you just seem so… bland.

and it's not that he thinks you're so weak to the point that you can't defend yourself. part of him just assumes that you're average when it comes to strength and the other wants to protect you because you're a girl and you're pretty.

one day though, you're docked at an island to stock up on supplies and you forgot to tell the crew that you're going shopping by yourself.

sanji panics. what if something bad will happen to you?

something did happen to you.

you almost got robbed.

and sanji saw you manhandle the robber in a flash, and the next thing he knew, you were pointing a dagger to the robber's eyes.

it was so close and he can feel you wanting to gouge them out.

sanji hid himself for a moment, observing how you fight against the enemies.

you were practically raging, beating them up even if though they're already helpless.

one would try to beg for your mercy but you're pissed off. so you punched them hard in the face, knocking them unconscious.

sanji quietly had a nosebleed.

you were just so?? hot??

i mean you already are beautiful in his eyes but something about you being this strong turns him on surprised the shit out of him.

after you're done, you turned towards sanji, going back to your normal self.

"sanji! i didn't notice you were there."

"oh, i love it when you're violent and sadistic y/n-swann!"

he'll practically throw himself at you, showering you with compliments and following you around like a dog.

"forgive me for saying this, but i didn't realize you were that strong." he'll say.

"well, now you know!" you smiled at him.

instantly had heart eyes

"you are my beloved strong woman! woof!"

ever since then, he'll be even more batshit crazy about you.

every time you display your strength in front of him and the crew, it will take every bit of his will power not to pass out.

Zoro

this man…

he doesn't look like it, but he's very good at reading people

he got it after years of travelling on his own as a pirate bounty hunter

he may not have a good sense of direction, but what he's good at is sensing the strength of his opponents.

given that he's in a fight with one.

it's something he honed over time, so that he can create his own strategies when in battle.

like luffy, he knows that you're strong, and you work well in a team or on your own.

what he doesn't know (or at least he isn't aware of) is the lengths your strength can reach.

he has a gut feeling that you never went all out in your time as a member of the strawhat crew. (he's right)

so his competitive ass decides to test you through a spar.

you get fired up by the idea, since you've been wanting to train with zoro for a while now.

"ready? i won't go easy."

what a cocky bastard tbh.

you're very focused on him.

you're literally the definition of "lock on" every time you fight.

after you took weapon of your choice, you began to spar.

since you're on the deck of the sunny, you were both careful not to use complicated techniques to avoid destroying the ship. but you both still gave your all, unwilling to show any blind spots to one another.

chopper admired both of you on the sidelines, and the clashing of your weapons were heard by everyone on the ship.

"hey, moss head! what do you think you're doing-" sanji tries to interrupt.

then you landed a blow to make zoro lose his grip on his swords.

you ended up on top of him, and you pointed the back of your weapon on his chest.

he expected this so he wasn't surprised.

he found it amusing even.

"knew you were hiding something." he chuckled, uncharacteristically admitting defeat.

"but i'm not! i guess i got a little ahead of myself. sorry." you say, looking away from him, a little flustered.

"what are you sorry for? your strength? you know that's a pretty useless thing to apologize for." he replied.

since that day, he respected you more, and you would train together.

heck, when you're on an island, you'll find spacious and uninhabited places where you can spar with him to go all out.

it almost always ends in a draw.

zoro would go easy on you on the ship because you both know that it's not ideal to fully use your powers.

so the times where you can both give your all, you both make the most of it.

he teaches you how to use swords, and if you already know how, he'll teach you some of his techniques.

much to your happiness.

"you're pretty good, honestly. you can easily catch your enemies off guard with how you look." he admits to you one time.

"that's kind of offensive. but i'll take it!" you laugh.

ー Lolita

[kokofromwattpad]

PLS I BEG YOU CAN YOU DO LIKE THE READER (F!MC IF POSSIBLE) DANCING IN A BALLROOM TO

https://youtu.be/no7DZe2JXQY?si=YcjMhFkk5TobsYRn

THIS. WITH MALLEUS AND LEONA AND IDIA ANY CHARACTER YOU LIKE

I'VE BEEN LISTENING TO IT AND I'M VERY HIGH ON THAT VID I'M CRYING BDHDHDHDVDH

BALLROOM ENDEAVORS

Featuring: Leona Kingscholar, Idia Shroud and Malleus Draconia

Plot: When he finally plucks up the courage to ask you to dance, you accept and make the night much better than it originally was

Cw:She/they prefect, unestablished romantic relationship, Leona x reader, idia x reader, mallues x reader (all separate)

A/N: I CNA FINALLT JUMP

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

Leona grumbled as he adjusted his bow tie, holding a flute of champagne in the other hand. Leona had asked the prefect to be his date to a royal ball that his elder brother was hosting to show off the growing prosperity of Sunset Savanna. Leona was obligated to go as he was still a royal prince and needed to make sure that his reputation was still in tact afterwards.

Leona had asked the prefect, a close friend of his, to join him at the ball so that he would at least have someone he recognized there and to make sure that his brother would stop pestering him about arranged marriages for atleast one night.

The lion beastman had insisted that the prefect should go on ahead without him and socialize a bit for a while. He watched the prefect as they conversed with a cheetah beastman noble fluidly. Leona felt a pang of pride ring through his chest at the thought that he was the one who taught them how to speak in such a way.

Slowly, Leona's brother came up from behind him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Leona whipped his head to look at him in surprise.

"I've seen the way you've been looking at them all night Leona. Why don't you go ahead and ask them to dance."

Leona grumbled at his brother's words on distaste.

"Okay, come on, listen. I'll ask the musicians to play a slow song for you, okay? So go and dance with them!" The king persisted.

Leona gave in and shoved his half empty champagne flute into his brother's hands and stomped over to where the prefect was.

When he arrived by their side, Leona gently tugged on their shoulder to make them face his way. He gave a strained smile at the prefect's company and then made up an excuse to get them away from the other man.

Gently, the lion beastman tugged them onto the dance floor and gently held her waist as the music played. Throughout the dance, the prefect would stumble, accidently step on Leona's toes and would apologise relentlessly whenever they messed up.

Once Leona felt tired enough from her blabbering, he leaned in and gave her a soft peck on her nose. He smiled light heartedly and said in a gentle tone, "Don't worry about what the other stuffy nobles have to say. You're dancing with me, so keep your attention on me."

IDIA SHROUD:

Idia stood in the far corner of the ballroom, wearing large bullets of sweat from the sheer nervousness he was currently feeling.

His date, the ever so amazing Ramshackle dorm prefect, was stood right next to him as to try and keep him company. Needless to say, he was extremely touched and grateful at her kindness.

Idia's parents were thrilled to finally meet one of their son's friends, knowing how judgemental and normie repulsed he was. So safe to say that the prefect had completely won over the boy's parents.

A song in the ballroom started, and the prefect's head was knocked up by the sound. Idia noticed this and said in a soft tone, "You can go dance if you'd like..."

The prefect looked at him and then at the floor. "Nah, it's all good. I don't want to leave and make you even more uncomfortable than you already are."

Idia looked at them for a hot second before gently grabbing their wrist and pulling them to the centre of the ballroom.

The prefect panicked, looking at their friend for answers.

"I've recently made a vr dancing simulation. It would be worth it if I had some hands on references for new levels."

That was absolute bullshit.

But the prefect smiled heartedly anyways.

MALLEUS DRACONIA:

The fae prince had invited his ramshackle friend to ball that was held to celebrate his birthday. Malleus was being swamped by other fae nobles for the majority of the night.

Once he was able to escape the herd of people following his every move (including Sebek), he was crept outside to the gardens to take a look at the gargoyles that he had come to love when he was very little.

There he was his friend sitting on a white bench with a thin, wrapped parcel in their lap. They were looking up at a gargoyle that Malleus had showed them before the party had started.

The prince sat next to them and smiled at them kindly.

"Are you not cold child of man?"

The prefect looked at him with a tired smile.

"Yeah I am. Forgot to bring my jacket."

With that, Malleus pulled his jacket off his shoulders and draped it over the prefect's shoulders. Immediately, it seemed as if she melted into the warmth.

Loud music could still be heard from inside. When a new song came on, the prefect commented on how this was their faviroute song.

Malleus immediately stood up and gently lead them a bit farther away from the bench.

"Did you know that this song narrates the love story of a troubled romance that had ended with a marriage proposal?" Malleus stated as he twirled the prefect around.

The prefect giggled a, "No I did not."

Mallues smiled at their laugh, it was definitely intoxicating.

The prefect and Malleus seemed to be in almost perfect sync. Each step Malleus would take, the prefect followed suite. Each twirl and spin they did made the two of them miss and wonder what expression they had.

By the end of the song, the prefect was out of breath from dancing for such a long time and Malleus was smiling like a love stricken teenager.

[beom-pyu]

brighter ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ choi soobin

choi soobin x fem!reader , tags; nsfw , established relationship , pushing my sweet bf soobin agenda just hear me out okay

warnings: smut (minors dni!!!) , face sitting , cunninglus (fem!receiving) , insecure!reader + slight and brief mentions of weight (pls don't read if this can be triggering for you!!! always take care of yourself first <3) , manhandling (?) idk soobin is strong , making out

a/n: requested here !!! tbh i feel like this is kinda sucky but i'm so obsessed with this soobin so this is the best my mushy smooth brain can produce at the moment HELP

also a big thank you for 250+ followers!!! i appreciate all of the love and support for my works <3 you all are absolutely amazing

wc: 1.2k+

“i want you to sit on my face.”

you freeze at the words that tumble out of soobin’s mouth as he marks up your neck from where you sit in his lap. your hand stills in his hair, your heart pounding in your ears. 

“what?” you breathe out, quiet and restrained. soobin’s lips stop their attack on your neck, pulling back to look up into your eyes. his pupils are blown out wide, lips puffy and swollen from your makeout session. he looks completely fucked out—your stomach flips at the sight.

“i want you to sit on my face, baby,” he mumbles before his lips are kissing up your jaw, his big hands gripping your waist firmly. you sigh softly at the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin, your hands continuing their movement in his hair.

“what if i suffocate you or something?” you reply and you feel soobin chuckle at your words, his laugh leaving butterfly tingles on your skin. his nose nudges the junction between your neck and your shoulder, taking in every inch of you.

“what if i want you to?” he finally replies and you can already feel yourself growing dizzy. his hands reach down to massage your thighs before they make their way up your dress to rest on your bare waist, thumbs pressing into your skin as he rolls his hips up into your throbbing core.

you can’t do anything but moan as he captures your lips, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. you gasp in his mouth, his tongue running across your teeth. it’s intoxicating, addicting, and you already feel yourself losing whatever ounce of self-control in your body. he pulls away for a second, still so close that his breath fans over your wet lips, his forehead pressed against yours.

“please, baby. wanna make you feel good,” he pants, one of his hands coming down to play with the waistband of your panties, reaching around to trail his fingers down your spine. your back arches into his touch and he smiles that beautiful dimpled smile, his eyes so innocent and sparkling—a complete opposite from the way his fingers sinfully dance against your skin.

“don’t wanna hurt you,” you mumble, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders, leaning in to kiss his lips once again—you just can’t get enough of him. he smells so good, his body so strong and sturdy. a moan leaves your lips as his hand dips into your panties to rub your clit before trailing down your soaking slit, drinking up the noises leaving your mouth.

“just let me taste you, gorgeous. you won’t hurt me, i promise,” he speaks against your lips, and you finally give in, nodding a bit in his hold. he smiles brightly as you raise up off of his lap so he can scoot down the bed, laying flat against the sheets.

he looks too good under you, eyes gleaming and eager, chest rising and falling quickly as his hands keep a strong grip on your hips. his shiny hair is splayed out against the duvet, all messed up and wild from your hands.

you lean down to press a small kiss to his lips, your noses bumping softly from the action. you feel one of soobin’s hands tug at your dress, ordering a quiet “take this off for me” and you quickly oblige, pulling the fabric off of your body hastily.

his eyes ogle at your figure, darting from your perfect boobs to your cute belly button, his hands roaming over any piece of you he can reach. you try not to shy away from his gaze—how could you when he stares at you with the biggest hearts in his eyes, simply out of breath by your presence? 

“come here, baby.” 

his fingers tap your thighs and you move to climb up his body until you’re hovering right above his perfect face. his fingers are gentle as they pull your panties to the side, his eyes flicking up to yours for a brief moment. you shiver at his warm breath against your sensitive folds, feeling his hands find home on your waist. you slightly lower yourself towards his lips, still too anxious to put all of your body weight on him. 

soobin kisses your clit lovingly before licking a long stripe up your pussy, moaning against your core at your taste. you whimper at the warmth, loving the way his tongue flicks against your pussy like he has been starved for years. your eyes flutter shut at the way his skillful lips eat you alive, his tongue burying itself in your sopping hole, thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin.

he lips are slow as they make out with your cunt, sucking at your clit, soaking up the little noises that leave your lips. your legs begin to tremble from holding yourself up and soobin notices—he wraps his arms around your torso before pulling you fully down on his face, holding you still as he ravages your pussy, licking up your juices as his nose nudges at your clit. your hand shoots up to cover your mouth as your moans grow in volume, completely wrecked from soobin’s mouth alone.

your muffling doesn’t last long though—soobin reaches up to grab your hand away from your mouth, holding your hand down by his head as your back arches, pushing yourself further down on his lips.

soobin lets out a deep groan when your hips begin moving back and forth, chasing your impending high. his tongue fucks in and out of you, swirling around your sensitive bud, sucking your folds. your juices run down his chin, spit and slick covering his cheeks and nose as you practically ride his face. 

“soob—feels so good, fuck,” you babble out, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes from the intensity of it all. you can feel the blood rushing through your veins, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. your entire body shakes in his stronghold, getting lost in the way he grunts and moans with your weight on top of him.

“gonna—fuck—-gonna cum.” soobin’s tongue simply speeds up at your words, flicking over your overwhelmed clit as your cunt gushes into his mouth. it’s nasty, it’s lewd, and it’s everything and more. your eyes are tightly screwed shut as pulses of pleasure run through your body before your hips stutter, white exploding from behind your eyes.

and soobin doesn’t stop, his lips kissing your spent pussy as you come down, keeping you in place against his face as if he’s your personal chair. you wouldn’t mind that at all.

you eventually move off of his face, sitting on his hard chest as you gaze down at his ruined state, feeling heat rush to your core again at the mere sight. his eyes are glazed over, a dazed smile on his glistening lips, his chin literally dripping with your cum and his spit. his hands come to rest on your thighs, drawing soft shapes into your skin as he gazes up at you. his dark eyes are filled with so much love and affection, your chest burns at the passion of it all, your body heating up at his stare.

“see? you didn’t kill me.”

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[fairuzfan]

hello!! I don't know if this is appropriate (pls do not feel obligated to answer) but i was wondering what were ur thoughts on the israeli grass-roots movement Standing Together. I first found out abt them through a tumblr post that shared this substack article (https://theconnector.substack.com/p/if-its-not-helping-then-shut-the). the article immediately put an extremely bad taste in my mouth towards the movement and its founders, but i dont know if i'm being overly-critical of them.

Hey thanks for sending this in. No worries, it's totally ok. I was actually debating whether or not to publish this, mostly because I was afraid this would distract from Gaza, but I decided that it's imperative to stop normalizers from squeezing their way into the movement. Remember, the demands of the Palestinian people begin and end with liberation. Everything else is irrelevant and pointless to the cause.

So first off — I don't think you're being overly-critical of them at all. The first red flag of both this article and the group themselves is that they often exchange "Palestinian" with "Arab" and "Israeli" with "Jewish." That right off the bat shows me they have no respect for Palestinians and see Jewish people and Palestinians as mutually exclusive categories. I've spoken on this blog before about how racist it is to assume no Palestinian is Jewish and vice versa and this group really illustrates the forced division they imagine within their own goals and wording.

The article itself is quite anti-Palestinian in its erasure — it talks about avoiding words like "genocide," and "apartheid," and "ethnic cleansing" because "they are serious people trying to actually get something done." I really don't understand why not using those words makes you a serious person. If anything, it erases a description of how to define what it happening to Palestinians.

The whole redefinition of "peace" in this article and group is just calmness. These people are not advocating for peace in which families are reunited and land is given back — they are advocating for a muted version of the status quo of the current political system, just with less obviously fanatical governments. Peace cannot be attained when the people directly affected cannot have a say in defining it. They won't even say the word "apartheid." It's not some scholarly word with no meaning — it has actual consequences and effects on people (click). Palestinians are tried in military court. Their movement is monitored and restricted. It means that there are different legal systems for different people (click)! If you reject that this exists, then you're not interested in making the lives of Palestinians better — you're only interested in making your own life more comfortable.

As soon as you remove our ability to say words like "genocide" and "apartheid", you remove our ability to determine what happens specifically to Palestinians based on racism. By only saying "Palestinians are getting killed" an Israeli can come in and say "well so am I, by Hamas! Let's work together to end the killing" when it ignores that this is a systematic effort to completely wipe out all trace of Palestinians from the world.

It's like saying, "Don't say you have arthritis, say your joints hurt. And well, that happens to everyone, so let's just find a way to stop all our joints from hurting!" Then you work with people who fundamentally don't understand your pain and symptoms, oversimplifying your situation to the point of malicious universality. Sure, everyone's joints hurt, but my joints are hurting because my immune system is attacking them, not because of old age. You can't help my arthritis the same way you can wear a heat/cold patch to sooth your joints — there are other problems you're ignoring that all work together to cause me systematic pain and might cause bigger problems in the future if left untreated properly.

Similar symptoms don't mean similar causes and ignoring that is fundamentally ignoring the root issue and attempting to trivialize Palestinian's suffering. As soon as you take away the words to describe our situation, it doesn't sound so bad, does it?

Now, basically, the... weirdest part of the article is this excerpt:

People like him in Israel are very aware of how the left here is talking about them, and it’s not helping. “You can call me a colonizer or a settler,” he declared, “but I’m not going anywhere. And neither are the Palestinians.” When people chant, “Palestine will be free,” he said, “we Israelis hear, ‘without you.’ In the same way that a lot of Palestinians hear the ministers in Bibi’s government speak and think they want to do the same thing to them.” The problem as they both see it is that we are caught between two polar opposites. “Hamas believes in Greater Palestine,” Green said. “And on the other side we have people who believe in the idea of Greater Israel.” Indeed, that concept is in the charter of Netanyahu’s Likud Party. “Both sides have very problematic governing bodies,” he added. And the status quo of maintaining the occupation and managing the conflict has been exploded now.

Well, first off, Hamas is not the only one who believes in "Greater Palestine." Palestinians around the globe have been fighting for that since 1948. Second off, it's quite odd that you would center yourself in the wake of the ongoing slaughter of 10,000 people, with no end in sight. Right now, I would assume you'd be advocating for an end to the mass killings first and foremost, but you seem to be more worried about your right to stolen land.

Third, this completely erases the violence done to Palestinians the past 75+ years in favor for a "peace" that will only allow citizens of Israel comfort in their lives. Sure Palestinian citizens of Israel might have more comfortable lives, maybe (although I doubt it). But what about Gaza, which has been ravaged by Israel? What about the people in the Occupied Territories, whose economy depends on Israel, which controls it? What about the millions of refugees around the world who can't so much as see the place where they grew up because they've been exiled? The colonization of Palestine by Israel is not so old — there are people STILL ALIVE who participated in the massacres of Palestinians in 1948 and 1967 and walk around without facing any real consequences for that. My great-grandmother had seen both and she only passed away a couple of years ago. Where is the "peace" for her? Where is the "peace" for millions like her who still dream of going back to their childhood home?

This group AND the article tries to cloud your view into illustrating two opposing groups with equal power. They aren't. Palestinians, unfortunately, endure systematic oppression both within Gaza and throughout Palestine. Each and every time they try to resist peacefully, they've been shot, abducted, or imprisoned. The Great March of Return is one such example. BDS is also an example, yet that has constantly been outlawed by American governments. There have been a plethora of Palestinian artists, writers, and filmmakers who have been silenced or killed for advocating for a Free Palestine. Most recently, this included Heba Abu-Nada who was an award winning poet and writer who was martyred on October 20th after getting shelled by an Israeli missile. Ghassan Kanafani also was assassinated last century. The list goes on. Palestinians have no hope of "changing the system from within" because that internal change will always depend on the mercy of the Israelis that pretend to ally themselves with the Palestinians. Someone in Gaza cannot leave their refugee camp and go back to their ancestral home because no one in this group is advocating for that — and remember, the right of return is an essential part of the demands of the Palestinian people and we cannot ignore that for a forced "peace" that favors calmness over actual justice.

Now as we examine the group themselves, here is their mission statement/goal:

Standing Together is a progressive grassroots movement mobilizing Jewish and Palestinian citizens of Israel against the occupation and for peace, equality, and social justice. We know that the majority have far more in common than that which sets us apart and only a tiny minority benefits from the status quo. The future that we want-peace and independence for Israelis and Palestinians, full equality for everyone in this land, and true social, economic, and environmental justice — is possible. To achieve this future, we must stand together as a united front: Jewish and Palestinian, secular and religious, Mizrahi and Ashkenazi, rural and urban, and people of all genders and sexual orientations. As the largest Jewish-Arab grassroots movement in Israel, we are committed to creating an alternative to our existing reality and building the political strength to make this transformation possible.

Yet again, they are separating "Palestinian" and "Jewish," reinforcing this dichotomy that's so harmful. AND they're interchanging "Palestinian" and "Arab," which erases the diversity within Palestinian society. A group that makes the distinction between "Palestinian" and "Jewish" shows that they are not interested in the restitution of Palestinians but rather solidifying their own position within society by emphasizing a false dichotomy between "Palestinians" and "Jews" with no potential for overlap.

They mention "true justice" but "true justice" doesn't exist if there are no reparations towards the people who have been exiled and displaced, murdered, and tortured the past 75+ years. Justice is not an abstract concept — it is adhering to the demands of the people most impacted by systematic oppression, which is the Palestinians.

Looking at their leadership, there are only a couple of Palestinians with the vast majority of them being non-Palestinian. Sorry, but I'm wholly uninterested in "peace" and "equality" movements that are not made up of majority Palestinians. It's only common sense that you would expect such a movement to be led by Palestinians themselves — but this group seems to use Sally Abed as a token Palestinian who furthers their narrative of wanting "peace" in Israeli society. And even looking at their action items, you can see they make a point about emphasizing safety for the *Israeli* citizens above all else, stating that their far right government does nothing to serve the citizens of Israel. They claim it will also bring safety for Gazans, but how? You can advocate for a change in the government, yes, but if the people in Gaza are subject to getting their rights taken away based on the whims of whoever happens to be in power then no amount of "internal" activism in Israeli society will help them. They will always be at the mercy of the people who have a vested interest in erasing the people of Gaza and the West Bank so that they may take over their land.

Please remember, the civil rights movement of the 60s and the BLM Movement of this century were led by and FOR Black people of the United States because they were the ones making the demands for a change in their circumstances. Because at the end of the day, the people who are the most oppressed deserve the right to decide how their future appears and should not be dictated by the oppressor in any way.

This group tries to make a separation between the "Israeli people" and the "Israeli government." Right away, I have to laugh. They act as if the colonization of Palestine is too old for anyone to remember its origins — no. I had family living in Palestine as recently as '67. Maybe *this* generation didn't choose to settle in Palestine, but the previous generation did. And the generations before that. Before 1948, Israel didn't even exist. Hell, before a couple hundred years ago, BORDERS didn't exist. Not to mention, mandatory conscription means that most civilians will have been directly part of the suppressing forces, making them liable for the material effects of colonization. Why are people so resistant to the idea of undoing colonialism and its effects? I cannot think of any other reason than because they have a vested interest in keeping those borders up, in emphasizing nationality because they're one of the groups of people that is benefited from the establishment of a "Jewish State."

So in that, unless you call for an end to the idea of the "Jewish State" in Palestine, then I cannot think of you as a sincere advocate for Palestinian rights — this group especially plays at normalization of a muted version of the status quo rather than actual justice and reparations. The "Israeli advocates" within this group will benefit first and foremost in their own activism — therefore it's hard for me to view them in a positive light.

All activism for Palestinians should center around giving Palestinians reparations, as well as giving reparations to all indigenous victims of colonization. I think this group only tries to muddy the waters to make people forget what they're fighting for. I honestly do not understand why liberation scares you, if it means that no nation-state will have complete and total power over you and your family.

"Free Palestine" is an anti-colonial movement. Such a thing is possible — but you have to try to make it possible. Those against the unending liberation of all people are one of those who have the most to benefit from the continuation of colonization.

Right now, your main concern should be the people of Gaza and the people of the West Bank, and ensuring their safety and longevity in the face on continued erasure. "Peace" is all well and good but who exactly gets to define that? Who gets to benefit most from it? Unless you can unequivocally answer "ALL Palestinians," then you're not an ally — you're only interested in helping yourselves.

Remember — the fact that we even had to fight for our rights is itself an injustice. At the very least, ask the people who are most affected what they want before you listen to Israelis who have a vested interest in keeping the state of Israel alive.

[redr0sewrites]

hi rose u seem lovely ☺️☺️ BUT NONE OF MY ASKS ARE SENDING.

but if your taking request could you pls write a fic for a violent hockey player reader w/ her bf (katsuki) who always has to clean their wounds since the user comes home with a new scar every game!1!1!

🏒A/n: oh em geezies YES I CANNN HELLO !!!

🏒Cw: fem!reader, mentions of injuries

🏒dividers

"what the hell were you thinking?" Katsuki snapped, rushing up to you the second you enter the door.

"you could have gotten seriously fucking injured, you bashed right into that idiot," he continues, hovering around you in a flurried whirl of motion as you take off your gear and toss it into a pile.

"what the fuck else was i supposed to do? she was being an ass," you hiss, lazily tossing a knee pad in his direction which he dodges.

"don't throw shit at me woman," he grumbles, and you snicker.

you shuffle past him after shedding all of your gear, beelining towards the trusty first aid kit where bandages and painkillers await you. as you take out the supplies and roll up your pants to take a look at the damage, Katsuki moves to stand over you, blocking out the lights in your small kitchen.

"and what the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asks, and you roll your eyes.

"patching myself up?"

Katsuki huffs, before he proceeds to lean down and grabbing hold beneath your thighs, hoisting you up im his arms and forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist with a surprised squeal. as though you weigh nothing at all, he carries you to the countertop and places you down on the edge before grabbing the first aid kit and standing between your legs to assess the damage.

"you know thats my job," he grumbles, and you giggle.

"aww, you do love me!"

"shut the fuck up." he fumbles through the kit, pulling out a small container of advil and placing it on the counter before getting you a glass of water.

"take one of these, and then stay put," he instructs, and you do as your told while he sinks down to his knees to begin cleaning your injuries.

he begins to gently massage the tender areas on your knees and shin, taking careful measures to not hurt you. you wince as he brushes over a particularly nasty cut, and he pauses. it isn't long before he's pouring antiseptic onto a small cottonball, preparing to dab it on the wound.

"this is gonna sting," he murmurs, leaning into you subconsciously as you nod. he presses the soft cotton ball over the wound, his movements gentle and relaxed, yet you hiss at the sting of the antiseptic.

"you okay babe?"

"yea, just stings like you said."

"mhm." he hums, continuing to clean off your wounds until they meet his standards. you stay like that for a while, sitting high up on the founter and watching him meticulously clean and bandage each scrape and bruise he deemed worthy- which was certainly a lot.

"you don't have to do this, y'know?" you mumble, and he snaps his head up to look at you.

"huh?"

"i said you don't have to do this," you reply, gently cupping his face with your hands. "you're always so... gentle with me, even though i keep getting hurt. you shouldn't feel obligated-"

"yea, yeah, shut up. you may think its a chore, but i want to do this. now quit yapping and stop moving, i'm almost done. "

you watch him complete his work in silence, and it isn't long before he's bandaged up the last pesky cut on your legs. he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to each kneecap.

"there. all better."

you roll your eyes as he stands up, but throw your hands around his neck regardless and kiss him right then and there. the countertop is high enough where you don't have to strain, and his arms wrap around your body as he pulls you in close.

"i love you soo much, Kats."

"yea yea, i love you too."

APOLOGIES FOR MY LACK OF HOCKEY KNOWLEDGE, THIS WAS ALSO MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR HIM I HOPE I DID HIM JUWFICE!!!! KATSUKI COME HOMEWE THE KIDS MISS YEWWW

[emmyrosee]

EMMY MY DEAREST MY BABY MY BELOVED <333

could I be a bit greedy and make another teeny tiny request?? you don’t have to feel obligated to do it AT ALL if you don’t want to!!! I’ve just been having an interesting time lately and you do comfort so well ☹️

genuinely all I’ve wanted all week is to be babied a bit/taken care of/pampered/absolutely smothered with soft gentle affection by atsumu when he starts to notice I’m getting overwhelmed or burnt out :(

I think he’d be good at catching it before it gets too out of control and keeping me sane. he wouldn’t let me lift a finger and he’d be so over the top with his physical affection cuz he knows I love that 😕

I feel so bad bc I feel like I’ve been bugging you a lot lately so pls pls pls don’t feel like you have to!!! I completely understand, there’s no pressure 🫶🏻🫶🏻

anon <3

YOU HAVENT BUGGED ME IN LIKE. FOUR MONTHS HUSH YOUR CUTE FACE- EVEN IF YOU DID SEND ME ANYTHING RECENTLY, YOURE NOT A BOTHER AND I LOVE YOU 😠❤️

he catches it pretty much immediately, with how you were clinging to him a little bit more than usual last night, brows seemingly forever pinched in the middle of your head and your fingers fisting the collar of his night shirt. he didn't say anything, but he definitely makes a note to keep an eye on it.

especially when, the next morning, you turn to your side to let him get ready for practice, and you hike the blankets higher and screw your eyes shut to try and tune him out.

he sees this, and crawls his body back into bed, mind now only focusing on taking care of you before you drown.

"peepee-poopoo," he whispers, hanging his head upside down to look at you, his blonde hair hanging shaggily. "where's my fighty baby this morning, hmm?"

you shrug and avoid his eyes, and pulls his head back to take this more seriously, "c'mere. come talk to me."

"you have to go-"

"i don't have to do a thing," he assures. he's quick to take out his phone and text coach that he's not going to make it, but he doesn't tell you that because the last thing you need is worrying about him missing a day to care for you.

which is one of his favorite things to do- but you fight him on it constantly. and he hopes today you're compliant enough to let him be here for you.

"do you want to talk about it?" he asks, gently rubbing his knuckles over your shoulder, and when you shake your head, he leans over your body again to kiss your cheek. "okay," he whispers, lingering for a minute before pulling back to head to the kitchen to make you breakfast.

breakfast, that was supposed to be in bed, but you worked up the courage to wade into the kitchen not long after him. "hey-" you begin, but you're cut off by the yelp from his lips and the dropping of an egg square to the floor, which you both look at blankly.

he starts to snicker, "whups."

"sorry."

he clicks his tongue, "shut up- come get a kiss," he says, stepping over the egg and pulling you into a hug, and his shoulders relax when you loosen in his arms. he sponges kisses to the crown of your head, "don't ever be sorry for something i did. it wasnt your fault."

you immediately tense back up, and atsumu knows his hit the nail on the head with it, and you burrow your face deeper into his chest and he tightens his grip on you to keep you grounded. "go back to bed," he soothes. "im with you today-"

"i dont want to be so far from you," you say, and he smiles as you dont put up an argument, dont scold him for staying, but his heart sinks slightly at the idea that youre so in your head all you can think about is him right now. "not today. can i stay?"

"id be bummed if you didn't," he says. he smirks and scoops you in his massive arms, relishing in the giggles you let you as he carries you and sets you on the counter, where he then feeds you slices of fruit while your eggs sear on the oven. he feeds you breakfast bite for bite, placing a straw in some water for you to drink before carrying you to the bathroom, where he tells you to brush your teeth.

you get shy, "can... do you think... maybe-"

"yeah," he smiles. "open up, babe."

he brushes your teeth, sure to get all the areas the dentist warns him about, before pulling back with a happy sigh and holding out his hand.

you quirk a brow, "what?"

"spit it into my hand."

"ew!" you laugh, and god it truly is his favorite sound, and you turn your head to spit the froth in the sink. "youre nasty."

"and you picked me first. too late to question your choice."

"yet i do every day."

"little fucker," he snickers, and when he makes a move to tickle you, you dart away, laughter ringing in the air as he barrels down after you, down the hall and into the bedroom, where he tackles you onto the bed. "i made you breakfast and this is the thanks i get?" he sighs, playfully punching your tummy, successfully dodging your hands to try and still his barely touching fists.

"l-learn from osamu," you manage, and his jaw slacks at your audacity while you giggle more in anticipation.

"you're annoying," he snorts, leaning down to nibble your ear and neck while his fingers spider up your sides, you shriek and shove his shoulders weakly. he stops and kisses the rest of the giggles from your lips, and he hums when you wrap your arms around his neck. when he pulls away, you mewl and tug him closer. he shushes you easily, "not going anywhere babydoll, i promise."

and he doesn't. he doesn't go anywhere, merely rolling you both onto your sides where he cradles you close, cupping the back of your head protectively as you burrow into him.

every now and then, he feels your shoulders tense up and quiver, as if you're fighting tears, but he doesn't make you say anything. not until you're ready to.

and when you are, he's there, his thumb gently stroking the back of your head while your tears soak into his shirt. he shushes you softly when your cries turn to sobs, or your breathing picks up too much for his comfort.

he reminds you he's not going anywhere, ever, he's got your back no matter what, and if it takes one day or fifteen, he's more than happy to stay in that bed, brush your teeth, feed you food, anything to keep you from drowning in your own anxieties and thoughts.

"thank you for telling me," he whispers every now and again. "im so proud of you."

"im so tired, atsumu... i don't know what to do anymore."

he screws his eyes shut as your voice cracks, "you're doing great, angel. keep doing what you're doing, because its your best, and its more than enough. and i'm sorry the world hasn't let you think it has been.

"you're more than enough. please keep going for me, okay?"

"okay..."

"I love you."

"I love you too atsu..."

[firewasabeast]

I need to know what each character does to rocker when it's their turn to use him pls thanks

These are all gonna be season 1 characters. I know the show has new faces now, but I don't know them yet. Also, disclaimer, I'm only like 13ish episodes in now, so I don't really know the original characters all that well either. Still, here are my thoughts, and in no particular order.

Tan: likes fingering Rocker open. Keeps one arm over Rocker's hips to keep him in place and stop him from writhing so damn much. He's regularly asked to hold Rocker down as the others take their turn.

Chris: Rocker only ever gets a handjob from her. None of them ever fully undress, but she doesn't take anything off. They haven't earned that, and she lets them know it. She pulls his first orgasm from him, makes him lick his cum off her fingers.

Deacon: He's the only one who uses a condom every time. His wife knows what goes down, and she's fine with it as long as he wears a condom. He'd never break that trust. He likes eye contact, so he makes Rocker stare into his eyes the entire time. It brings Rocker to tears sometimes, especially if the day has been really rough. When he's close to coming, he presses their foreheads together and lets out a groan. Once he's done, he kisses Rocker's temple before pulling out.

Luca: He likes to use his mouth while he fucks. Likes to kiss his way down Rocker's chest. Lick, bite, and suck on his nipples. He whispers in Rocker's ear too. Likes to tell him he's a good boy. And, if Rocker isn't already crying by this point, he is now. It's loud when it's their turn. So many grunts and yelps and moans; they all mix in together. Rocker usually doesn't touch. Usually keeps his arms tight at the sides of the table, but he always finds himself grabbing at Luca's back or scratching down his shoulders.

Street: Street likes to turn the sarcasm up to a ten when it's his turn. He isn't afraid to talk down to Rocker, humiliate him a little. Can see it in Rocker's eyes when he wants to be slapped and is happy to oblige. Usually, by the time Street goes, Rocker has already cum twice (sometimes 3 times) and Street likes to remind him how weak he is that he can't hold off a while longer. He always pushes Rocker's knees up to his chest when they fuck, and he prefers to cum on him instead of inside him.

Hondo: Always goes last. He flips Rocker over onto his stomach, body bent over the table, forces him to keep himself upright. Rocker's legs feel like jelly at this point, but he grips onto the sides of the table for support. He's completely spent. No more orgasms left in him. Hondo keeps a tight hand on his shoulder for leverage as he pounds into him relentlessly. Rocker is a sobbing, drooling mess at this point and just takes it and takes it and takes it.

Once Hondo is finished, Rocker stays in place until he hears the door open and shut again. He can feel the cum dripping down his inner thighs, but he doesn't do anything about it. Once he can knows he can walk, he stands up and gets dressed, fixes his hair, then walks out the door like nothing happened.

From the other side of the two way mirror, Cortez watches every time.

None of them ever talk about it. They don't need to.

[strongheartneteyam]

Realize where you belong.

Pairing: neteyam sully x female!dreamwalker!reader/female!human!reader

Chapter 4

CW: jealous neteyam, angst, restless neteyam, obsessive and toxic behavior, mentions of violence, neteyam's current mental health is not the best out there (let's put it that way), the word "bloody" being mentioned in someone's thoughts, TRIGGER WARNING for dubious consent and slight NON CON, angry thoughts, melancholic reader, hints of depression on reader, anxious reader, mentions of breeding kink, reader thinking a lot about neteyam, reader finds out she's crushing on neteyam, reader is afraid of neteyam + attracted to him, neteyam stepping over reader's boundaries, creepy yandere vibes, slight nudity, sexual tension, neteyam almost trying to have sex with reader (if you squint)

Not proofread… as always 😂 I'm so sorry PLS don't give up on me, my babies! My readers are my lil rays of sunshine! No false praising here, I'm way too much of an honest, and sometimes blunt bih to do that! Ahaha you guys have changed my life. Having you guys reading my stories, appreciating my art… I'm still speechless. I love y'all until the end! 🥲🥺🫀💕 when I'm sad, you guys cheer me up with your comments, reblogs, asks, likes… I'm forever thankful ✨ I'm sending A BIG KITH to everyone that commented on the other chapters! I didn't have enough time and mental/physical health to answer everyone bc I've been going through some tough things in my personal life lately. Like, REAL tough. But I always do my best to try and show my gratitude to all of you <3 hope you enjoy this chapter. Leave comments below if u wanna I LOOOOVE READING YOUR COMMENTS 🥰💕💕💕

Chapter 3

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Watching me, wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

Fearing you, loving you

I won't let you pull me down

Haunted (Evanescence)

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Hours had passed since Neteyam Suli had appeared to you in the window of the kitchen you worked in.

It was late at night already and you should be sleeping but, you just could not stop thinking about what had happened. How weird it had been to see a real na'vi - not an Avatar - real close. How odd he looked in your eyes, massive in size and so, so blue...

You laughed alone in your small room in the back of the laboratory after taking a quarter of a second to realize that the thought you just had was actually really funny.

Neteyam looked like a huge and thick brushstroke of sky blue paint. Still, he was… incredibly beautiful. He was eerie, weird looking compared to the human guys you're used to, but… something about him made his face linger on your mind.

You did not know how it was possible that you were finally having to admit to yourself that you felt attracted to Neteyam Suli, even after he appeared to you only once and, let's not forget, he appeared completely unanticipated, saying he had seen you before, multiple times.

You knew that raised like a billion red flags. Yet still, even though you did not feel safe enough to trust him or let your hair down when he was around, he intrigued you immensely.

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You woke up the next morning feeling anxious. You did not know what it was exactly, but, lately, you had not only been depressed, but anxious too. You knew you probably would be diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety if you cared to go to the mental health department of the laboratory, but the thing was… you did not care to. You did not want to. The real reason for your lingering sadness was already so familiar to you: you did not like the life you were living.

You looked to be free like the na'vi. To not have deadly boring obligations everyday, to not have to care so much about so many strict rules of what was socially acceptable and what was not. You thought your own race to be too complicated. Humans don't really say what they mean just so many times. Humans care too much about money and power when, in reality, deep down, we all know that's not what's gonna make us happy, what's gonna keep us warm in a cold night.

But you were never really like that.

Not to pretend you were a golden, precious jewel, so incredibly hard to find, so utterly different from everybody else but, in all honesty, as much as you did care about money and having a comfortable life - to some extent - you were never a greedy for riches kind of person. You had always felt perfectly happy and content to just have a few things to keep you cozy, like your earbuds, a good book, your favorite sweet treat… You liked it simple. Calm. Balanced.

You believed that everything needs to be balanced to work well.

Chaos and light. Pain and happiness.

People need all of it to learn, grow and live a good life, that doesn't get painfully boring and unbearable with time.

But humans lacked balance.

Too much greed, too little contentment. Too much hate, too little compassion. Too much selfishness, too little altruism. That's why your kind was, as unfortunate as it was, doomed to misery. The human race dug their own grave. God, they couldn't even respect and take care of their own planet, their own home, the place that kept them literally safe and steady in the middle of the immense galaxy, let alone being able to take care of each other, to consider other's feelings before their own because, sometimes, we all need to do it.

And that's one of the reasons why you admired the na'vi so much. They were so much more wise than your own race.

How many times you had wished, talking to yourself in the dark of the night, that you could have been born na'vi. Why was fate so cruel to you? You did not even believe in fate. But it is only an expression, anyway.

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Neteyam was tossing around on his mat since he went back home from training.

Yesterday he was way too busy to try and go see you or at least watch you from afar.

Sometimes he truly felt exhausted from his hectic routine and just wished he could be like Lo'ak and the other Omatikaya young men and just be able to relax more, to have more free time to engage in hobbies or, Eywa... to have more time to sleep... Sometimes he went back home all sore. He was as athletic as one can be but it did not mean he could not feel jaded after pushing himself too hard.

But Neteyam tried to always keep in mind the noble, sacred reason why he did all that. He was going to be the next leader of his clan, a privileged position, blessed by the Great Mother. A position that so many wished to have and he was lucky enough to be waiting to take on.

He was the current Olo'eyktan's son. It was a gift, he should not be ungrateful. He felt bad for thinking that was exactly what he was being... His father, Jake, was Toruk Makto. He was brave enough to earn that title. Neteyam felt it was his duty to be as brave and fearless as his father, to honor him and all his efforts to defend their tribe from any danger, specially from the Sky People.

Everything was going as usual, if it was not for only one thing: Lo'ak seemed to be suspicious of the fact that Neteyam was out for so many hours, almost everyday (meaning, every time he was free to just do whatever he wanted and not training to become the next Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya) and nobody had a clue of where he was.

His parents seemed to be too busy being the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk to notice something seemed off about Neteyam's behavior lately. And it is understandable. It was anything but easy to be the clan leader and the clan healer and spiritual leader. Mo'at was getting old and had passed the position of Tsahìk to Neytiri a while ago. So, Jake and Neytiri already were making such a huge effort to be able to live up to their duties, be parents of a little girl, Tuktirey, three teenagers and still keep their sanity. It was a lot, indeed. But they tried as hard as they could to still be good enough for their clan, their family and for each other, as a mated couple.

Neteyam decided he was way too restless to be able to sleep that night. He could not stop thinking about the way that human male talked to you, looked at you... He wondered if he really was your mate. He was not sure but if what he thought when he saw you two together was true, he knew it would not be a problem. He hated to get violent, his natural self was calm and composed. But he was going to fight for you, and, if it needed to get bloody, then so be it.

He decided to go outside his and his family's home, to breathe some cold, fresh eclipse air. It helped him to calm down a bit but it was not enough. He missed you. Like crazy. Deeply. He craved your scent… your delicious human scent. He did not even believe he was saying that about the way a human smelled. But he would always insist in saying you were different. You had a na'vi heart. Just like his father, back when he was still all pink and small.

He decided he wanted… no, he needed to see you. And it could not wait. It had to be now. He craved you and that craving would not go away like that. It was stronger than his rational brain. You woke up his animal side more than anything else did. He wanted to mate with you as soon as possible. He dreamt about the day he would be able to breed you, have you carrying his offspring on your womb. He would make you so happy, give you everything you've ever wanted, everything you need. And while you were still not permanently living inside your Avatar body, he still wanted to have you, even if it meant having you in your demon form. You were a pretty, lovely demon. His cute, sweet demon girl. His yawntutsyìp. (little loved one)

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You just could not believe it was really happening, how the hell you got into those circumstances.

Right before that moment, you were almost sleeping peacefully, finally (you know that state when you're not awake nor asleep?), after having been awake, tossing around on your bed for hours for the most ridiculous reason you could ever think of: you were undeniably crushing on that weird alien boy. Neteyam Suli.

Yes, he acted like a creep when he tapped on your window. You knew it was pathetic but… he just would not leave your mind. He was shamelessly living rent free in your brain. All cozy there.

But the worst and craziest part was: you were still afraid of him.

Ok, the na'vi were a peaceful, highly intelligent (arguably much more smart, interesting and wiser than humans) alien race but he was still almost 10 feet tall and was so freaking intimidating. You shivered at the thought that he could ever hurt you, even by accident, one day.

Still, you were now here with him. Outside the laboratory. Because he put his goddamn eerie but cute (the guy is a complete paradox) looking ocean colored fingers through the tiny gap you left open in your bedroom window - a passage you left for air to come in when it was really hot and dry, like it was that night - and that made a strange noise, enough to put you in alert mode.

Damn, what a bad habit… Leaving the window open, even slightly, was not even permitted by the people who took care of the lab's security norms. That could be dangerous. But you had always been a stubborn little thing.

You were now regretting your decisions, though. 

Neteyam approached your window being what he could be like a pro: a crazy stalker.

How you were still attracted to him… even though you were fearful of his na'vi build and strength… that was a question that maybe a mental health professional could answer. It was weird and problematic and you knew it. But you never imagined you would feel like this about Neteyam Suli. You really did not. When you first saw him, he seemed cute and handsome in your eyes, but he was still an alien. You had never considered being attracted to one. But now… nothing made sense anymore, things were getting weird.

Stupidity took over you when you were so sleepy and groggy and you saw it was his huge hand on the wooden window, so, you wanted to ask him why he ran away the last time you two spoke. You know when you're so sleepy, you make the most unimaginably silly mistakes? So… there you go. You dragged your heavy with slumber body out of your bed, grabbed your oxygen mask that was kept inside your closet and opened the window.

But why, though?

In the beginning, you two were having a trivial talk about mundane stuff, like how he learned the English language (his father, of course), he started to ask how and why you got an Avatar etc 

He acted suspicious but still normal-ish, for a na'vi. They always looked mysterious when interacting with humans. But then, when he was telling you about his little sister, Tuktirey, and your eyes were slowly falling shut, your body begging for some hours of sleep… you felt a change in the atmosphere around you.

Your eyes had closed for a while, on their own, and suddenly, you knew Neteyam was really close to you, now. He had been keeping a respectful distance in the beginning. But now… now he was inches away from your body. He had moved closer, his fleshy but toned blue thigh almost rubbing against your leg, as you were sitting sideways on the window frame, your legs hanging in the air, making you feel a bit cold because of the nighttime Pandoran air.

You woke up from your 5 seconds long involuntary nap really startled.

"Hey! Why are you… so close?" You looked at him, dazed and nervous, visibly shaken

"Sorry… Is it too much? You're just… so pretty…" Neteyam says, looking at you like he's looking at a graceful, otherworldly being.

"Yeah. It is." You warn him "Can you… step away a bit, please?" You said, looking into his eyes. Your gaze serious but amiable.

Neteyam respected your request and did what was decent. But you did not expect that he would soon change his demeanor, just like something was taking over him.

You were so distracted with your chat with Neteyam but so utterly sleepy too that you did not notice when your nightgown's thin strap slipped through your right shoulder, leaving your breast exposed, your nipple out for Neteyam to see.

It was like a beast had replaced that nice-but-weird-vibes guy you were previously talking to.

Neteyam had just lifted you off of the window with amazing ease, your feet now touching the ground and he got closer to you again. He had you with your back against the lab's outer wall, keeping you there just by being in front of you, looking at you.

His size was enough to keep you still. You did not want him to maybe get mad at you if you tried to run away. That could become terrifying in a heartbeat. You were brave since a child, but you were also realistic. Your height and body strength was nothing compared to Neteyam's.

He looked at your exposed breast with such desire, you felt like his amber gaze was scorching your sensitive skin.

"Neteyam! What-?"

"You're so… perfect." His breath was labored while he stared down at your nipple, hardened by the cold temperature of the eclipse air "Sevin…" (pretty)

"I'm so afraid of you, Neteyam... You're too big and honestly...scary. I'm so sorry. I'm always trying to pick up signals that may indicate you're gonna hurt me. I don't feel comfortable at all right now. Please, let me go" You said as your cold, anxious hands took your nightgown strap back to where it belonged, covering your boob again, feeling ashamed of the vulnerable way you had just been seen by Neteyam, ashamed of the fact that he, a boy you barely knew, had just seen your naked breast, even if it was only for a brief period of time

"My cute little 'emyu…" (cook, cooker) "You don't need to be afraid of me." He smiles at you in such a sincere way, trying to show you he means no harm whatsoever. 

Though Neteyam felt his heart tightening way too much inside his chest, hurting so much it was like you had crushed it when you said you're afraid of him, he was carefully trying to make you see he would never in a billion years harm you, his precious little yawne (loved one).

He wished so hard, even prayed to Eywa, in a millisecond, inside his mind, that you would soon realize he loved you so much he would kill anyone who ever hurt your precious, frail human body. He could not understand how you could think he himself would do such a horrible thing towards you.

When Neteyam saw you did not show any sign that you were beginning to trust him more, he said:

"Hì'i," (little, small in size) "please... I need you... I love your scent so much. I miss it everytime I'm away from you. I love the way your human skin smells. I do. I dream about you at night... " He gets closer to you slowly and carefully, caging you between the wall and his broad, crazily tall blue body, leaving no way for you to get away from him "C-can I touch you? Touch your skin?" Neteyam breathes, begging for you with his wide eyed gaze "Just for a little while, please..." He kneels down at the ground to be as close as he possibly can to your height "See? I'm not so tall anymore. Am I a little less scary now?" He smiles faintly, trying to cover his pain with a fake demonstration of joy.

Neteyam feels so insecure, without any guarantee that you will eventually let him in. But he will never give up on trying to be worthy of your love.

"You're always gonna be scary to me. Even when I'm in my Avatar, I think." Using a sharp na'vi knife to stab Neteyam's heart repeatedly would have hurt him less than that statement "I'm not as skilled as you are or experienced as you are when it comes to using a bow or anything like that. God, I can't even work a bow right. If you'd ever hurt me, even by accident I-"

"I can teach you." He interrupted "I will teach you everything I know about archery. I'm a great archer, you know? I like to call myself "Mighty Warrior". " He smiles, frowning a bit, trying to make a joke to make the situation a little lighter.

You seemed so afraid he was starting to not know what to do anymore to try to make you see you were safe with him. That he would defend you from any danger without any hesitation and not be the danger himself.

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haiii emmaaaaa, how've you been? Hope you fine :333

I want help with something, it's more like... emotional LMAO, but istg you're the one I can trust the most for this, sooo well...

okay, I haven't shifted yet, and I love my s/o so much, like very very very much, I would kill for him, and yk that's okay, I mean, it's love after all. But, I've been scared of NEVER being able to see him, like shift. I've been actually feeling so sad abt that, I started to cry almost every night whenever I don't shift or when I want to see him. Cause I have a kind of problem... I've manifested meeting a boy at school in the first day of school (March 10) and it manifested, at first I was very happy, but then I realised something: Maybe I can completely forget about my s/o, cause I can't love two persons at once. It happened to me last year when I fell for a boy of my school, and that shit scared me for life. (Hopefully he rejected me, he was kinda cringe) And the thing is that I'm pressured to shift before March 10 cause otherwise I'm almost 100% sure I'll forget my s/o and probably shifting too js cause I will fall for him. AND I DONT WANT THAT, LIKE PLS NO, NEVER (well, I would like falling in love, but not forgetting my s/o or shifting). I tried to enter void state to shift and also manifest stuff but I didn't reach it still, also I tried other stuff but somehow I still didn't. The most close I've been to shift was in the start of 2024, it's been a fucking year. A WHOLE YEAR. I still believe in shifting but I've been getting so much doubts, a lot. And that scared me and provoked me to think that I'll never shift and I'll never see my s/o. I know I have time, I know I'll do it, but that shitty doubts live in my mind like toxic worms, and I hate that. I've been SO sad about the thing of never meeting my s/o or shifting, that I think I may be in a kind of depression or almost, some weeks ago I wanted to leave. And I talked with my mom abt this (not the shifting thing, but my feelings) and she said she's gonna try to get me a phsicologist or smtg. But I don't feel like this is the kind of stuff to talk about with someone who probably won't believe in shifting. Also I feel like you're my shifting sister and my safe place for this stuff, so tysm for always answering <3

And well, I think that's all. I'm tired of this feeling, and I don't know when I'm gonna see him, but I need it cause it's literally killing me. Please, if you have any recommendations or any other way of helping, I would be sososososo glad and thankful. Of course I won't oblige you or smtg, it's okay if you don't answer :3

Anyways, wish you a good day Emma!! baiii <33

(also sorry if stmg I wrote is wrong, english it's not my native language :c)

come here and let me wrap you in the softest, silkiest energy rn. your english is perfect and your heart is so big i can feel it through the screen.

i know this kind of love !!!! i do !!! it’s the kind that feels like it stretches across lifetimes, like it’s written into your bones. and the fear of losing it, of it slipping away from the thing that feels like home? i get it. i do !!! but listen to me, really listen!!! love like that doesn’t disappear. it doesn’t get replaced. you are not a machine with only one save slot for love. you are an entire universe, vast and infinite, and there is room for everything you care about. even if you develop feelings for someone in your cr, that doesn’t mean your love for your s/o stops existing. you don’t forget the moon just because the sun is shining.

shifting will happen for you. not because you’re racing against time, not because you’re scared, but because it’s already yours. doubts are normal. they don’t mean anything except that you care. and caring is not a weakness. it’s proof of how real this is to you. try to let go of the pressure. march 10 is a day like any other, the universe isn’t clocking you in like a shift supervisor. it’s just waiting for you to relax into what’s already meant for you.

and i’m really, really glad you talked to your mom about how you’re feeling. even if you don’t bring up shifting with a psychologist, having someone to talk to about the weight of all this could be really good for you. you deserve to feel okay. you deserve to feel safe.

you are not alone in this. take care of yourself, lovelie, and trust that you are on the right path. shifting isn’t going anywhere. neither is your love. neither am i !!!

[ynbabe]

Hey I was just wondering if you ever made a part two to the bull rider!reader with Logan?

If you come back to America, just hit me up ୨୧ Logan Sargeant x Male! Reader- p.t.2

Link to Part 1:

Okay so A/N? It’s been a long time since I’ve uploaded fics so I hope yall still like me 😭 but this all I got rn as I’m working on my ao3 fics which I’ll share here soon!! Also this completes all the requests I’ve got in my inbox- I’ve had some glitches (cause it’s Tumblr and a sideblog) so if I missed any fics pls do let me know and I’ll get on them asap, and within the month this time I pinky promise!! Anyways part two and I hope yall enjoy it, comments and reblog are always appreciated!!

The past few months had been awful. Logan had been going through a horrid time in his team, which had finally led to him being fired, six races before the season ended. You hadn't been doing much better, angry that your boyfriend (whom however many people shipped you with had to remain your 'friend' for 'pr reasons') was going through so much and you couldn't do anything to help.

It didn't help your relationship either- all that time apart, with the pressures of your jobs and overbearing feelings had been ripping into the easy connection you had with each other.

It hurt to see the daily calls dwindle to a few sporadic texts a week. You weren't innocent either, having the jobs you both did you had to have a certain spirit, a certain temper about yourselves. And this was very much visible in fights like these.

You knew you weren't in the wrong, you couldn't have been! All you wanted to do was spend time with your boyfriend, make him feel better and he couldn't even tell you he was back home? You could have made the day's drive down to Lauderdale. You could've taken a flight, hell you would have hitch-hiked.

The call was getting heated. Both your voices rising.

"Maybe I wanted a fucking break Y/n. Maybe I didn't want another set of goddamn expectations on me," His voice echoed through the phone, stroking the flames of rage in your brain.

You didn't have the time to think before you spoke, "Don't you go lying on my name sayin' I got demands of you-" your accent thickened to a point it would've sunk in a bowl full of tar. "Never, did I ever say nothing more than meet'in you,"

"God, you don't get it, do you? I don't need your pity! I don't want your sorry's I want some time to myself, you know what I need a fucking break," he snapped, yelling again.

Your eyes widened at his words, the volume of your words exceeding any acceptable Southern manners, "YOU NEED A BREAK? FUCKING DAMNIT LOGAN, WHAT BOUT ME?" you didn't cry much but the harsh tug of your vocal cords and heartstrings was pulling tears to your eyes. "I've been looking out for ya' I've been thinking bout you- about all your damn issues for the past half year," oh you were in it now, "I'm bout to have the biggest show of my life and all I can think about is you-" no words came from the other side, pissing you off even more, "fuck, you know what Sargeant- if you come back to America, just hit me up, because that's all I am to you, isn't it? Another damn obligation."

You slammed your thumb down on the red button, vision blurring, and the itching feeling in your hand to throw the phone didn't help clear it either.

What the hell, sure. You threw the device with a scream, a loud crash and a shattered iPhone later, you could finally see single.

The door to your room opened in a hurry, the man on the other end looking worriedly around the room and up and down at you to assess any injury. "Why did you do that?" Your manager asked, bewildered, never having seen you angry before.

"Needed an update anyways." you coughed out, voice still hoarse. He didn't seem to belive you, but left you alone. You knew you should talk to someone, you should have spoken to your teammate, apologised to Logan but you were just so tired and angry.

But you should have, you should put all this out your mind before getting on that bull. All the crowds screams and yells fell on deaf ears as you faded in and out of consciousness, only the fast beating of your heart letting you know you were alive.

The sand flew and stuck itself to all nooks and crannies of your body. The rough grits grinding between your teeth. Nothing made sense anymore, light and darkness came in waves. First you saw your team, then the ambulance, then a hallway and then nothing.

You remembered the vague pull of gravity, and the harsh shock against your ribs but nothing more than that.

Outside the room, there was shouting, a distinct accent rising above all others, trying to be let into your hospital room.

Logan hadn’t been able to fly down to face you after that fight, knowing he’d been wrong, but that hadn’t stopped him from watching it on tv. Where he saw the bull buck and sway, you’d held on pretty well but then you were being thrown of and the blonde could swear he’d died a half death waiting for you to move on the ground. He saw as the marshals pulled the bull away and the medics took you off the arena on a stretcher. While the rest of the audience were stunned quiet, frozen in shock, Logan was running around like a mad man, packing a bag and trying to book the fastest flight to you. He hadn’t slept, he hadn’t even eaten, the thought of loosing you making him nauseated.

He was panicking, trying to explain to your team that he had to see you, that he meant something to you, that you meant everything to him.

He’d heard the doctor tell your manager that you had a concussion and a few broken ribs. Thankfully neither injuries were bad enough to cause long term damage and you’d be fine in six weeks. But that didn’t stop Logan’s heart from hammering in his chest.

“Look, obviously you know we’re friends, so can you please just let me talk to him?” Logan argued with your manager.

The man huffed, blocking the door to your room from the hysterical blonde, “from the last time y’all spoke, I don’t know if y’all are even friends-”

“THAT-” Logan cleared his throat, immediately catching himself, “is none of your concern, I-I made a mistake okay? I need to apologise.” He let you be hurt still being angry at him. Your sport was dangerous, known for its brutality, and he couldn’t help in feeling like he was part of the reason you were in the hospital right now.

“Look- Oh Fuck,” suddenly the man cut himself off, running into your room, and Logan let himself run in as well.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised to see you all bandaged up, trying to sit up. He immediately ran to your side, your manager side eyeing him the whole time.

“Logan?” Everyone stopped, your first words after being conscious.

“Yeah, it’s me, I’m here, I am so sorry-” He had begun, but you simply pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around him.

“Knew you’d come back.”

[lullabysbride]

Hello mind if I ask you a question? What got you into shipping Redpastry? Just a little curious (・・ ) ?

There's something so intriguing about the only other person whose able to truly understand you, is your exact opposite. Someone who you'd think would not have a single thing in common, someone who you think is the enemy.. is actually the exact same as you.

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Hi hi!! I'd love to answer, but be warned this is gonna be a deep dive! Explanation under the cut 🤍

I actually fell in love with Pastry first then I went through TOSC story and was like "whose this red guy?" I must analysis! ... And I never came back out of the hole...

I've absolutely adored opposites attract since I was little and it is no different here, dark x light, good x evil, all that good stuff. And RedPastry fit that well, but with.. a bit more complexity and nuance.  Also religious themes make me go crazy I love that like nicotine, I'm down atrocious. 

On the surface they seem completely incompatible, but if you look under the surface, you can see that they're both flawed beings who are heavily influenced by their surroundings ( The Order and COD ) and are far more similar to each other's then first conceived.. Both are incredibly loyal to their own causes because they feel obligation towards it for their respective authority figures "saved" them and effectively molded them into who they are. They were both made to be weapons of war who follow the orders of the aboves - just for the opposite factions. They both believe they're doing the right thing.. 

The symbolism is so important to. Fork and Knife

.. Always Paired Together... Eat that up..

I've never been about Oh the other just saves one. No. They save EACH OTHER, MUTUALLY. They can find solace in each other when they have nothing else -- for outside of their professions, who really are they? They are so much more than what they have been coaxed to believe and I think they would discover that together, to make an identity that all for themselves, for one another... No one else has gone through what they've been through, so who better to emphasize and gain understanding with then the person who already knows the feeling.. it's the realization that they not so different after all.

Ik people are like "But she shot him!!! And his dogs!!" Do people not understand cult manipulation and brainwashing? She was brought up to believe that cakes were foul creatures - monsters. While Velvet of course sees them as intelligent beings with emotions.. - without the effects of the Order I don't believe Pastry would've hurt them... and Velvet wasn't exactly initially hostile towards Pastry, even asking her to come and join him before yk they fought. And at the end Pastry doubts herself and what she's done, she sees a glimpse of the other side, the compassion from Velvet with Chiffon, the cracks in the tale of the Order that she was so deeply devoted to. Red Velvets cracks in his devotion are far less noticable because he hasn't yet picked out on the toxicity of his situation yet, he knows if he stays, he gets to stay with his family, but they're both in less than ideal circumstances... It's not so black and white as some make it out to be.. it's more.. Crimson and Ivory. 😏 Iykyk (Forgive me don't hate me pls)

Not as pure as White and Red.. Both Tainted. Both Stained yet Beautiful in their own rights and mesh so well together. 

No one else is exactly like them and that's what draws me to them. The story can go so many ways and I wish devsis would expand upon it but they haven't so I gotta do it myself 😔. 

[xxfrankiesteinksxx]

small details in the dnpc video no one is mentioning

okay, look, i'm gonna admit it, i'm a game/film theory girly and a whore for lore, so i pick at details i shouldn't be picking at, so here's some things i see in the video that i don't see being mentioned in theories/analyses. also keep in mind my brain consists of a single cell encapsulated in aspic (i know what the actual deeper meaning is this is just a bit of fun for me)

the thing underneath the piano - the camera falls off the piano in one scene and something (i still cant figure out what exactly it might be) is visible, oddly clear-looking for something underneath a broken piano in shoddy lighting (actually looking at it again it might be a corpse, is it possibly phil's old body?)

dan telling phil not to film him drawing the sigils but phil still filming - you might be able to also throw in the part where phil screams "NO" when the camera's on him sitting in the corner; they don't seem to want things to be filmed but it feels like they're obligated to record everything to some extent

phil's very explicit control over dan - this is to the point where he even has to tell dan what and what isn't food, and takes away water privileges for some reason (btw this is your reminder to drink some water) and overall very demanding tone when instructing him

SOFT AND NEAT - there's a lot of reinforcement of this, its clearly a joke but i'm overanalytical and will blatantly ignore this. there's heavy hesitation with any sharp object around them (when dan has to cut his hand, kill phil, take out phil's heart, mentioning razor blades when using the shaving foam)

dan still primarily uses his left hand - people have mentioned how he's been "fixed" but him using his right hand seems to be performative since he pours most things, mixes with his left hand, and even primarily uses his left hand to spread the blood (plus he never sacrificed himself unlike phil who seems to have died in potato stamps and been resurrected with perfect vision) there's also old superstitions that being left-handed means you're somehow cursed by/connected to satan, speaking of which...

dan has a much better connection and the ability to communicate directly with Him - he seems to be a conduit, possibly being used by phil to properly perform anything (which also probably helped with his resurrection and eyesight improvement), he has uncontrollable actions from time to time

the sigils themselves - what do they all mean? what could they mean in a bigger, symbolic context? anyone that understands them pls explain to my aspic brain

the entire place fucking burns down after the ritual is complete and they're embraced by Him - it's clear at least to me that the shed is set on fire at the end of the video, cutting off further possible footage

dan doesn't put blood on phil's forehead during the ritual - might've just been a slipup during filming but we also dont see the blood dan put on his own forehead once he arrives and theyre all standing up in the pentagram

also just a couple fun facts:

the number on the case file when converted to corresponding letters of the alphabet spell out "satan"

what dan says in his reversed clip is just "thanks!", nothing is really said in the reversed clip of phil opening the shed door its juts kinda a random noise someone made

Aaaaand some misc nonsense crackpot theories/ideas/thoughts/brain vomit that my brain keeps me awake at night with (optional reading):

if the demon taking them at the end is actually baphomet and not just some generalized idea of satan, then "mother" could be another way to refer to "him" since baphomet is portrayed as having both female and male characteristics (bobs n pennies)

personally this is scarier/more unnerving than the actual blair witch project for some reason

my bathroom sink is the one sink you cant ship

i want a dapc for those dolls they hung everywhere

is cataloguing all of the ritual setup part of the craft channel's purpose?

what was the reason for summoning him? did they bring him to our plane of existence to just let him absorb these two brink-of-twinks and then use their gay power to torment the straights?

oh that rope is just his belt thing not rope tying dip and pip together

i think this is a good wrap-up idk what they could do in a part 5 to conclude things better

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hello!! Hope you're having a nice day. Can I request a Sunday x business partner! reader angst where theyre both in denial of eachother because theyre scared that theyll lose whatevers going on between them? Sort of inspired by the line "and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you." From somethin stupid by frank sinatra. If its too confusing pls ignore thank youu

just business right?

synopsis - business partners may develop a deeper connection, but do they act on it?

includes - sunday

warnings - gn!reader, angst no comfort, misunderstandings, two people who suck at feelings, maybe ooc?, wc - 894

a/n: hi!! im having a great day! hope you are aswell? absolutely loved this idea (don't think i did it enough justice)

penacony was a prime planet for businesses and a massive area for further clients. so who wouldn't want to work alongside the planet of festivities? and therefore the family had many business partners that worked inside and outside the dreamscape and among some of them was you.

your original client that you had been associated with was the family's very own sunday. he had in fact reached out to you upon the family's request and so he becane your original client inside penacony, so it only became natural that he continued to work closely alongside you and your business.

you and him interacted on an everyday occurrence. work related conversations became mixed with genuine asks, such as how the others day was, and even more genuine intrigue about the other person outside of work. eventually even conversing outside the dreamscape on a regular occurrence.

encounters became less formal, no longer did it feel as though you two were restricted to work based topics and soon after a wave of embarrassment washed over the two of you. the sudden realisation made sunday immediately turn back to strict work related conversations with you - it didn't help that you also did the same.

it pained the both of you. eventually you really couldn't stand that the both of you had deemed eachother as nothing but business partners and so you confronted him about it. so what if you both were business partners, surely that shouldn't restrict the fact that you both could be friends aswell?

and so you both agreed that to make it more natural, you two could converse as friends outside of the dreamscape. it may sound like a form of business deal but you both could tell that there was something there. a genuine connection between the two of you that would work outside of business mettings and contaracts.

sunday practically wanted to thank you for being the one to snap him out of his distant attitude at the very first sign of getting close to someone. he enjoyed each and every second he spent with you even more as it was no longer obliged of him. instead it offered a small respite in his ever busy schedule, a time where you two were no longer business partners but friends. and one the most genuine he'd ever had.

somewhere along the line sunday had noticed his feelings shift. the compliments you'd usually give him now made him blush and force him to curl a wing around his mouth to hide that stupid lovestruck smile he formed. he'd diligently memorised each and every one of your likes and dislikes and whenever he saw something similar his mind immediately went to you.

but little did he know, you were also harbouring similar feelings. you had caught yourself staring at him whenever he was in the vicinity, regardless if what he was doing. more often you were messaging him to join you in whatever menial task you had to complete if he wasn't busy.

however you weren't so blind to what this meant. you knew you had developed a crush on your business partner, i mean who could really blame you? but you were faced with a rather difficult situation. you knew how he reacted the moment he realised you two were becoming something more than business partners and the very last thing you would want is too loose this friendship. so, painfully, you let it be - in hopes he'd have the same feelings and confess to you.

sunday wasn't fairing much better. most relationships he built with people were strictly business related or ones that gave him an advantage, the only exception up to now was his sister. he wasn't exactly dumb when it came to what his feelings were so he denied them. but you had fitted so perfectly into his life that it scared him. and so he chose to bury his feelings even more.

many times had he caught himself in the middle of composing a message to you inviting you to a fantastic restaurant or cafe or even to a spot that may be of interest to you - practically asking you on a date. and when he caught himself he immediately backtracked and turned his phone off before cursing himself internally.

he oh so desperately wished he could just ask you out. but he was too scared. scared you didn't feel the same way or scared that something would happen. and so he tried to convince himself that he was fine as your friend, fine as your business partner but he wasnt.

you had tried to convince yourself with a similar lie, same result. it really had become a stalemate. you both could see the longing in eachothers eyes for something more but you both would convince yourselves that it wasn't anything beyond the friendship you'd built. what would it take for either of you to realise? to not care and finally take the risk?