#unforsake

[thiedas]

“ I will get her next time. ” It's said with a visual and audible grimace, his shortcomings still echoing in his mind. She was a freaking cloud. He lets out a sigh, arms crossed over his chest as he sits rigidly in his makeshift bed in the pantry. YOU FAILED. YOU LIED. Spite rings in his mind, which drives him to open his eyes and look at @unforsake. “ I failed us, and I'm sorry. I didn't think I was this rusty. ”

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@unforsake has liked for tess servopoulos w/ tommy miller.

               ❝   well   don’t   you   look   like   shit.   ❞      coming   from   tess,   it’s   a   term   of   ENDEARMENT.      she   hasn’t   seen   him   in   a   long   damn   time,   and   it   was   good   to   know   he   was   doing   alright.      that   he   was   still   ALIVE.      honestly   it   was   a   miracle   for   ANYONE   to   be   alive   after   a   few   years.      ❝   fancy   place.      what   are   you,   the   PRESIDENT   or   something?   ❞

[wineassassin]

"i've always admired pilots of any kind. commercial, combat... the idea of manning a large aircraft with multiple lives on board and getting from point a to point b in one piece... it's impressive. you must be good." sebastian is thoroughly embarrassed by each and every piece of clunky language and awkward compliment that leaves his mouth, but he prays @unforsake, who sits across the table, is charmed by them, not put off. "i was in the british army myself, but it wasn't... it wasn't a good decision for me. big regret in my life. my father practically made the decision for me, so i didn't really have a say. and i was fully on the ground the whole time; no flying jets or planes or anything — nothing like you." he softens his rambling with a warm smile in logan's direction, his hand absentmindedly reaching for his drink to soothe his nerves. this kind of conversation often leaves him feeling guilt-ridden and self-conscious, but perhaps logan, with similar experiences, will understand where he's coming from. "was it always your goal to be a pilot, logan? where did that idea stem from?"

[enmourn]

' 'M NOT MUCH FOR STORIES I really only paid enough attention to answer my fathers questions during his long lectures, Yvore was the reader, could hardly get him to put his books down while you talked to him when we were younger. ' half a smile creeps onto his features as he briefly reminisces over fond memories, it had been almost a year since he had seen his younger brother and before he continued on he was sure to make a mental note to send him a raven as soon as they returned back to the keep. turning to the younger forrester he holds back a rather large branch out of the way, clearing the pass so that she may begin leading the two of them ahead. ' BUT PLEASE, enlighten me. since you seem to know so much about all of this I'll let you lead, I don't think you want the blind guiding you along where the old gods wandered. '

@unforsake asked: haven’t you heard the stories ? @ aymon from mira forrester.

[s0fias]

She knows. It's nothing so poetic as to say that Sofia recognizes her own blood. It's nothing so beautiful as saying she sees herself in the woman's eyes. None of that would be true. But still, Sofia knows: this is her sister. The woman who sent her the letter in Arkham. The only person who has coaxed a sincere smile from Sofia since her brother, Alberto. She's a fool for thinking that maybe she's a little less alone in the world now, with a sister who claims her. After a second stint in Arkham, Sofia's not as convinced that she didn't inherit the genes of her father's monstrosity. Did he see the beast lurking inside her, all the way back then? Did Carmine know what sweet Sofia would be capable of? Monsters recognize monsters. But Sofia recognizes something softer, amidst all the sharp edges, when she looks at her sister.

❛ You're Selina Kyle, ❜ she answers, finally. It takes her breath away, to say the name out loud. She doesn't dare say what they are, doesn't dare call her a sister. If Sofia was still capable of affection, if she still knew what it was like to offer warmth, she would feel all that for Selina.

"WOULDN'T CALL IT EAGER," she speaks in a cool tone despite the tension that lingered between them. the cat was back in gotham, licking her prideful wounds, and prowling the streets again. in truth, she never subscribed much to the warning that: once a gothamite, always a gothamite. and yet, she was here. home again. lately, it's been feeling like she's dipping her paws in a whole lot of drama that doesn't necessarily involve her. except this time, it does. the woman standing before her is blood. sofia ... sofia. maybe in another life, they'd grow up together. maybe in another life, their father wasn't a monster.

she takes a step towards her sister, gaze fixed and claws extended. there's no intent to harm. but it's hard to read a stranger, especially one with such a difficult history. "do you know who i am?"

[askinkiskarma]

Masterpiece

dbf!Jake Sully x (f)Metkayina!Reader

Wc: 2.4k words

Synopsis: Jake Sully comes to settle among the Metkayina and quickly becomes your dad’s best friend… and your biggest nightmare and desire, all wrapped in one smirking, annoying, irresistible package.

Warnings: smut with minimal plot (p in v, fingering, slight degradation kink, slight praise kink, mean!jake, overstimulation, edging, creampie, daddy kink, pet names, age gap)

A/N: i need it besties, i need it bad. also thank you to my bestie @karma-is-a-cat-purringinmylap for the continuous amazing music recoms. enjoy x

“My love’s got a super sweet taste and a wicked mean face and it makes me go ah!

My love’s got a super sick mind, oh, it’s sicker than mine, and it makes me go ah!”

Jake Sully.

Jake Sully changed everything the second he arrived in your village, the second he became one of your dad’s confidants, one of his best friends. The second you laid your eyes on him, a man more than twice your age, and you knew you were doomed. Because he was the most beautiful, the most enticing, the most dangerous man you have ever met. He came by your tent all the time, spent so much time with your dad, you began to find it suspicious, in time. You noticed him. You studied him. Soon enough, you picked up things that other didn’t seem to, that only you seemed to be privy to. Like the way his eyes glimmered with a hint of sickness in them, a tinge of depravity that you knew all too well, that you noticed in him because you recognised it in yourself. Or the way his tail had a few distinct patterns of movement, and the one he displayed, consciously or subconsciously, you weren’t sure, when he was around you was entirely different than any other one that he had around anybody else. Or his scent, how musky and woody it was, and how intense it got when he was in your tent - maybe because that was the only time you were in tight quarters together, so it was the only time it was not diluted by everyone else’s scent. Or how he addressed you - always with a smirk, a smile that could make even the most stoic of people drop their inhibitions… and their loincloths. Kid. Doll. Girl. So many things, minuscule to most, but unforsakable to you.

“It is decided. Jake will teach you how to work a bow and arrow. With everything happening with the Sky People, we need every advantage we can muster. We need to be strong, ma ‘ite. I need to know you’re safe. Jake can keep you safe, I am sure of it.”

“Oh, trust me, I will do my very best to make sure she is ready.” How did your dad not notice it? The way he spoke, like there was always another meaning, a hidden message behind his every word. The way it curled and undulated, the way it left his sinful mouth that was always stretched in a smirk, devilish and unholy. The way you were so damp at the promise of his words, you were scared to death everyone in the clan would be able to smell you. You could smell it. And looking at Jake eyeing you up and down, lingering stares on your lower abdomen, his smirk increasing in size and his gaze in its intensity, you knew he could, too.

And you knew he wouldn’t just let it go.

You were in the woods one day, a small break from practice as you lay on a rock, in a frilly loincloth and beaded top that barely covered your perky breasts and hard nipples.

“Does anybody buy it?” His head tilted to a sidw with a quirk of his brow and an inquisitive smile plastered all over his face. It would be innocent enough, his question, if it wasn’t for the intensity of his eyes that stared you down, like they were undressing you as he spoke.

“Does anybody buy what?” You spat, a little more forceful than you intended. His attitude was driving you crazy. He was intoxicating your every sense, his presence, his very being crawling into your skin and making a home of it, and you didn’t know if you were powerful enough to drive him out. You didn’t know if you wanted to drive him out.

“Your little good girl act. I mean they seem like they do, all of them, the whole clan bright eyed and bushy tailed when you walk past. All of them enamoured by you, or by who you’re pretending to be. Don’t get me wrong, kid. You do a good job. It could almost get me fooled. But then I see your eyes, that just for a second drop the act and your real self, your real thoughts are reflected in them, I see your face contorting in anger, or frustration.” His hand trails up your thigh and you shudder under him. “In ache, and desire.” His hand moves to your inner thigh, inching upwards until he makes contact with your loincloth, that much like most other days recently, was damp. “I can smell you. Smell your needy cunt, smell how much it wants me. So tell me, how do you do it?”

You let out a breath you felt like you’ve been keeping for too long, maybe your whole life. This man was depraved, and wrong, and a heathen, and for the first time in your life, you felt understood. You felt seen. Like you could finally do what you’ve always wanted to, but was scared no one would be able to withstand. Like you could finally let someone have his way with you, the way you’ve always wanted to.

You turned around to face him, angling your face to be able to look into his eyes, those predatory eyes. He was so tall, so powerful, and you wanted him. And you would have him, if it was the last thing you'd do.

“I don’t know, I assume the same way you do it.”

He raised an eyebrow yet again, eyeing down your body until his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed. You gasped and clenched your thighs together.

“You like to talk back, don’t you? We’ll have to see about that.”

He unwrapped your tewng skillfully and groaned slightly as he took in your dripping cunt, the slick running down your thighs.

“What would your dad say, huh? What do you think he’d say if he heard about what I’m going to do to his precious daughter? To his… innocent baby girl?”

You let out a small moan and shut your eyes tightly as the anticipation was already wearing you out. His fingers flicker over your folds, thumb finding your clit and circling it, putting pressure on it as he sinks two digits into you, stretching you out.

“What would he say if he found out that his daughter’s a little slut? Huh? That she’s dripping wet before I even touched her, that she’s moaning with my hand around her neck? That she’ll be moaning with my cock stuffed down her throat later?”

Not that there was any doubt in your mind, but this man knew how to fuck. It was clear by how he was fingering you, how he was able to locate your g-spot almost immediately, how he knew exactly where to put pressure and how much of it, how to release his grip on your throat at the exact time needed to maximise the pleasure that felt too intense to bear even before you even got the chance to cum.

You had no answer to his questions, you had no thoughts in your mind other than the feral primal need of him deep in you, so deep you hoped you’d finally fill a hole you’ve felt has been empty in you for too long to even remember when it started.

He continued pumping his long digits in and out of you skillfully, until you were so wet, his ministrations were creating unattractive squelching noises that he sneered at, increasing his pace, drowning them out with the sounds of your pained mewls.

“Cunt so wet for me, doll. Can’t wait to fuck you til you’re dripping in cum. D’you think your dad will finally notice then?”

“I need t-to…”

You could hear the stupid smirk in his voice as he spoke.

“Use your words, kid. What d’you need?”

“Cum, fuck!”

He curls his fingers in you, hitting that spongy part of you that needed it most, and then pulled out, leaving you a panting mess.

“Oh, you need to cum? Shoulda thought of that when you gave me attitude earlier, kid.”

You felt like crying, but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You had a hunch this wasn’t the first or only time this man would make you cry, and the later you started, the better. The feeling though, ecstasy bordering on pain, was weaking your resolve by the second, and soon enough, the emptiness you felt was hurting you.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me… daddy.”

You watched as Jake’s expression darkened, a growl spilling out past his parted lips, his canines in full view now, sharp and deadly, and you throbbed in need when you thought about them sinking into you, marking you, making you his.

“You want daddy to fuck you, kid? You want daddy’s cock in you?”

You nodded vigorously, tears prickling painfully at your eyes, and out of pity or his own twisted needs, he undid his loincloth in one sweep motion, and allowed you your first look at him, in all his impressive, thick glory. He was a sight to behold and you felt the need to swallow, and the need to tell him to fuck your mouth until his cum coated your throat.

He takes you by the underside of your arms and lifts you up, and you instinctively wrap your thigs around his thin waist, pulling him as tightly on you as you can, cunt flush against his abs. You throw your head back when your back slams against the trunk of a massive tree, and the pain feels so much like pleasure you’re close to release again, mindlessly grinding on him.

He takes your jaw in his hand and forcefully brings your face into view.

“Cut that shit out, d’you hear me, kid? You’ll already be limping by the time i’m done with you, you want to be limping and not even come?”

“Just fuck me, daddy, please! I need it s’bad!”

His cock prods at your sopping entrance, twitching wildly against your folds at your words.

“Goddamn, girl, you really are a slut. So eager to get fucked dumb, you’re like my dream come true, aren’t you?”

“Can’t wait to fuck this dirty mouth one day.”

“Yes, daddy, yes! Can’t… can’t wait either, daddy!”

He laughs mockingly at your desperate tone, and fills you up in one thrust, hard and ruthless, giving you no time to adjust to the enourmous length or girth, that was stretching you almost painfully, curving slightly against the resistance of your cervix, forming a bulge in your lower abdomen that you stared in awe at.

Jake lets out a guttural moan as he bottoms out in you, balls pressed against your folds. His eyes are shut tightly and his head slouched forward to rest in between your breasts.

“Fuck, kid, you’re so fucking tight I feel like I could just cum in this pretty pussy right now.”

He reaches a hand to your lower abdomen and presses on the little bump, and you whimper as the sensation overload makes you convulse on his dick, your thighs weakening aroud his waist.

“Feel how deep my cock is in you?”

“Mmm-hm, ah! Yes, d-daddy.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, girl, your cunt’s gonna stretch to my cock, you’re going to be made for me. My toy.”

You nod, tears streaming down your face as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks, and the other in between his fingers, twisting and squeezing.

“Your toy, daddy.”

His cock starts moving in and out of you, slow at first whilst he’s still teasing you, still denying you the pace and intensity you need to cum.

“Are ya gonna call me daddy in front of your dad, too, kid? What would he think if the name just slips past your lips? Don’t think he’d like his adoptive daughter behaving like that, what d’you think?”

“D-don’t care! You c-can both be my daddies! Argh, fuck!”

He lets out a big laugh and slams into your cunt aggressively, knocking the air from your lungs.

“You like it, don’t you? Like playing with fire, like the little slut you are. I betcha wouldn’t even mind getting caught with your dad’s best friend’s cock deep in your cunt, huh?”

You shake your head, feeling the tears on your lips and their salty taste as your tongue swipes over them. You cry out in pain when he slams into you over and over, sacaddic thrusts that have no way of getting you off, only enhancing the feeling of despair you feel bubbling into you at being denied so many orgasms.

“I’m not letting you cum ‘til you admit it, girl.”

“Fuck, fine! I wouldn’t mind, I want them to catch us, I want everyone to know!”

You feel exhausted, but you still manage a loud burst of moans when he finally starts picking up his pace, holding you down by your throat as he ruts upwards into you, making you see white all around you as the world fades from view and is replaced with just a glow that spreads and increases in intensity and you feel the pressure in your core building once more, enough to make you cry out wildly.

“Yes! Yes, feels so good, daddy! You’re fucking me so well, daddy.”

“I know, kid, I can feel your tight pussy squeezing me. You want to come on my cock, girl? Come for me so I can fill this cunt with my load, huh? D’you want that, doll? Want my cum deep in you?”

“Yes, fuck yes, daddy!”

The orgasm washes over you like that one wave you got caught under as a child and could not escape, so powerful and all-consuming, you felt yourself trembling on him and he spills his seed into you, warm and sticky as it falls down your thighs, as he fucks it back into you, over and over, making sure it stays there, making sure it’s imprinted in your walls, just like his presence was imprinted in your mind.

“You did so well, doll. Maybe next time your two daddies can take turns fucking you, huh? Would you like Tonowari’s cock filling this pussy up while I fuck this pretty mouth?”

Well, your life might never be the same again, but it was definitely never going to be boring around Jake Sully.

Now, am I sick enough to make a dbf!jake x reader x stepdad!tonowari ??? Maybe 😉 if besties want it?

taglist: @fanboyluvr

[sonofstarsnsea]

Kind souls are weird

The yearning of an unreachable feeling, of a unforsaking softness

We seek hearts where we are not wanted, waiting for the light to come by

I put my hand inside the maws of my predator and I expect a gentle kiss, a symbol of their love

I'm met with my defiled hand, and I start to lick the blood off as a sign of loyalty

Because I don't know hate

The only thing I know is yearning

[schizoetic]

Indisputable

Everything we do now is pivotal. Soon land will be unlivable. Soil producing the minimal, water undrinkable, sunlight unbearable, coastline uninhabitable, air unbreathable. Plastic in food; uningestable and undigestable. Earth will die- inhospitable- reduced to dust- flammable from mistakes unforgiven and unforgettable.

We're close to the unthinkable- the long awaited apocalyptical- caused by that which is "unforsakeable". This world is breakable and every foundation is showing shakeable. All that is dying is irreplaceable.

Catastrophe unparalleled, incomparable, from money lined suits... despicable and desparable... And every post becoming biblical because the ship we occupy is sinkable.

So let's change the projectional, divert the directional, otherwise there's nothing celebrational... no holiday or festival...

[petermoved]

moved peter to hub blog + sideblog: @unforsake + @interplanet

[morghuli]

because i'm the worst at managing blogs, going to move everyone to a general multi @unforsake.

[n4h354]

2 month situationships be like

slaking, taking, unforsaking

quaking

aching

breaking

[mact4vish]

#MACT4VISH: a private writing blog for a JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH of the rebooted CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE universe. adaptable to modern + apocalyptic settings. please send all ask prompts to main blog. guidelines + follow backs from @unforsake.

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[enmourn]

' CLARITY. ' she bites back in a low tone, confident in his restraints she keeps her back faced to him and continues to scavenge for whatever she would deem important enough to take with her. the faint echo of a stinging sensation emits from her chest, pulling apart rational thought and replacing it with something intrusive. her main goal was to get in, take what she needed from the minor outpost she assumed would be vaguely guarded and get out without being caught. unexpectedly, a certain baptist had made a rather inconvenient appearance and caused her impulsivity to get the best of her. once she grabbed what she came for, she drops the bag on the floor and turns around to finally face him. ' LETTING SOMEONE FIND YOU TIED UP, says more about your men and how well you've handled things down here than giving in and killing you. '

@unforsake asked: what are you getting out of this ? @ sarah from john seed.

[bl4ckwall]

#BL4CKWALL: a private writing blog for THOM RAINIER / WARDEN BLACKWALL of the DRAGON AGE universe. mixed source influence, headcanon dominant. adaptable to modern + fantasy settings. please send all ask prompts to main blog. guidelines + follow backs from @unforsake.

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[goldcoats]

#GOLDCOATS: a private writing blog for TYANA LANNISTER, an original character in the A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE universe. mixed source influence, anti - rpc book elitism + lannicest. adaptable to modern + fantasy settings. please send all ask prompts to main blog. guidelines + follow backs from @unforsake.

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[ironwrath]

#IRONWRATH: a private writing blog for ASHER FORRESTER of the A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE universe. mixed source influence, anti - rpc book elitism. adaptable to modern + fantasy settings. please send all ask prompts to main blog. guidelines + follow backs from @unforsake.

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