#Event: HALLOWEEN III | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

tiredmamaissy · 7 months

Text

Ralak te Sepwan ieyk’itan: Special Episode III

Calm After the Storm

An Illustrated Collaboration with @zestys-stuff

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Hyperlinks are attached to specific paragraphs that when clicked on will lead you to its illustration by Ralak's creator @zestys-stuff.

Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (24) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (19)

Warnings: nsfw, smut, fluff, profanity, age gap, rut cycle, heat cycle, extreme knotting, marking, scenting, territorial/possessive behaviour, breeding kink, p in v, mating/bonding, multiple climaxes, creampie, belly bulge, actual breeding, let me know if I forgot anything?

Word Count: 6.3k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Happy halloween guys! I know I literally fell off the face of the earth and I will make another post to address that. But I know I haven’t participated for @pandoraslxna ‘s kinktober event (I’m so sorry bby) but if I could only participate for one of the days it would be today for sure. So I definitely wanted to get this out before midnight. It’s not purely a/b/o but honestly entails all the aspects of it. I think we can all definitely tell who’s the alpha and omega here (Ralak is alpha material hands down, ofc). I hope you guys enjoy this one, and I apologize for such a wait <3 Also I feel like I’m a bit rusty, so apologies for any typos, errors, or just plain suckish writing.

ALSO a big happy birthday to my babe @neteyamsoare <3 love you and hope it was a good one!!

Synopsis: Your heat starts to subside, but Ralak’s rut is only getting stronger. What could possibly go wrong?

<- Previous -> Next

——

Only an hour has passed before you feel your not-so-gentle giant stirring behind you, waking you from your sleep. You’d both been on your sides for too long now and everywhere seems to ache. You whine when you feel his hips shift against you, tugging at the immense pressure between your hips. The bulge protruding from your lower abdomen has barely gone down and you feel almost as full as you did when he initially emptied his load inside you.

Silken strands of his hair fall onto your prickled skin as he props himself up on his elbow from behind you, perching his chin on your throbbing shoulder. He inhales deeply – longingly. His hot breath gently blows against your neck just as you feel his arm snake under your leg and yank it back in one rough tug.

“Ralak.” His name falls from your lips through a nearly inaudible croak. “‘m so full.” You barely mumble out, rolling your head to the side. Yet, the flame within you is without a doubt reigniting with a vengeance.

And he can sense it.

Simply by the way you push back into him, making that bulge in your belly protrude a little more. His large hand resting on your stomach can indubitably feel it. And the smile that it puts on his face is almost baleful, bearing his lengthy canines that yearn to sink deep into you once more. “Sorry, tìyawn [love].”

He just can’t help it.

No matter how hard he tried. The desire—no, the need—to fuck into you and claim you as his time and time again is… irrepressible. In this moment, nothing else felt better than your little, used cunt hugging his cock so tightly that it almost hurts. He yearns to fill you over and over. Again and again until your womb is overflowing with his seed. The mere thought has his balls pulling tight to his body, firming up by the second all just to flood your womb again.

“Muntxate [wife].” Ralak growls into your neck, sliding his hand down to your inner thigh. “I will try to be–” He groans slowly, his pointer finger now burrowing itself between your tied pelvises, “–flrr [gentle].”

The final accented word comes out roughly, and if it weren’t for his finger slipping past his knot and into your cunt, you would’ve probably heard it clearly. You yelp out when he traces his finger around his knot, stretching your already taut skin, attempting to work a little space to allow his bulge to slip out.

It's all consuming and you’re simply too overwhelmed with his size that you fail to realise how your body is synced with his and bearing down to push him out. All whilst he’s struggling to fight the snap of hips to avoid hurting you. But the tugging is nothing like you’ve felt before adn you can finally understand why he was so insistent in the first place.

ut there was no getting out of this now, not that you even wanted to.

“It–it’s…” You brace yourself by grabbing onto his forearm, “...t-too big.”

“Ngaytxoa [sorry]” He huffs out his fourth apology, losing himself once again as his hips finally jerk back out of his control.

Pop.

His knot slips out of you with such force that the squelch it makes is as loud as your whimper. It’s so wet and slippery that his cock follows behind his knot, sliding out of you effortlessly. He’s more than half-hard yet so heavy and hung it rests close to your knee. Then you feel it. His cum dribbling down your thigh, still warm and sticky as if he just filled you up seconds ago.

It’s such a conflicting feeling — a mixture of relief and pent up frustration. Your heat is still in full bloom, despite it being so quenched until you’re almost nauseated. It’s as if you were two pieces perfectly linked together, allowing nature to run its course with no second thought. He grunts when he feels the crisp night air against his groin, his cock now springing up to its full length in just a few seconds.

He, too, feels some sort of feverish way now. Itching to be back inside your warmth, enveloped by your gummy, slimy walls. He opts to pepper wet kisses along your neck, and then up to your jaw, lingering there as he tries to distract himself from the ache to shove it back inside you.

Until it becomes too much.

“Tanhì.” He moans into your ear, heavy lidded eyes struggling to stay open as his tongue trails the skin on the back of your neck. “Need you.” It’s his way of begging for permission. Permission to slam his cock back inside you and hammer into you until the annoying itch deep in his core goes away again. You were the only one to make it go away. To stop the hurt. “Please.” He whines out a plea of desperation, now gritting his teeth from the way his stomach is tensing. “Now.”

But that last plea wasn’t much of a question, no. It was more of a demand. A way of saying, ‘give it to me, or I’ll take you on my own terms’.

“Fuck.” You mumble under your breath, sliding your free hand down your side to hook it under your leg. You pull it back and reposition your hips to give him access to your cunt. “P-Put it in, ‘Lak.”

Ralak’s hips begin to stutter — the leaking, mushroomy tip of his cock now repeatedly prodding between your puffed up folds. His breath turns raggedy as he tries to guide himself back inside you handsfree. Your slick is overflowing, making it even more difficult for him to align himself with your entrance. The frustration brewing within him bubbles over when his cockhead glides past your swollen clit instead of sinking in your cunt. So he pulls back in one swift move and —

Thrust.

Your body jolts from how quickly he slams every inch of his cock inside you, forcing you split-open. Ralak huffs a shaky sigh of relief, his breathing growing a little steadier now that he’s deep inside his mate. Meanwhile, your mouth hangs agape yet no sound falls from your lips. Your eyes well up with tears and your ears lay flat against your skull. Your body is in complete submission to the beast dominating it and there’s nothing else you can do but give in to the pleasure.

“Your scent.” He whispers open-mouthed, tips of his canines grazing the nape of your neck. “It is driving me crazy.” You release the breath that you didn’t even realise you were holding. You didn’t even know what to say. Not like you could really say much right now anyways. You’re too lost in the fog of your own heat. For once, Ralak is doing most of the talking. “It makes me…” He snaps his hips back, only leaving half of his length inside you. “...lose myself completely.”

A deep roll of his hips.

A lewd moan dripping off your lips.

“How do you do that?” He huffs, pressing his teeth against your neck. You don’t answer yet again. You just can’t find the words. Not right now. Not when he’s so deep inside you. “Hm?” A deep growl vibrates up his throat, his teeth just barely piercing the first layer of your silken skin.

“I—” You’re cut off by your own squeal when you feel the sting of his bite. Your breath catches in your throat and he immediately unlatches, lapping at the nicked skin to soothe it. “Sorry.” He whispers breathlessly, planting a quick kiss on each of your marks. “Sorry. Sorry.” A few more apologies flow from his mouth, as if he were drunk off of too much fermented fruit. Somewhat lucid but still so spaced. “I cannot —ngh— help myself.”

Thrust.

“‘M sorry.”

He knows he went a little too deep just now. But you feel so fucking good around his cock.

Chomp.

Another mark. Right on the bend of your shoulder, next to your first.

“Ngaytxoa [I’m sorry]”

A small cry from your quivering lips.

“S-Stop. No more apologies. I am yours to do what you p-please with.” You finally get out in one, weary breath.

Ralak’s languid, deep thrusts are laced with desperation. And with each stroke they become harsher and harsher. Faster and faster. Now he’s got your full permission he lets go once more, falling into the thick fog of his rut.

Within seconds his cock is pumping in and out of you, his half-deflated knot continuously prodding and poking at your entrance. The tip of his cock drags against your walls, putting an immense pressure right on your sweet spot. Yet still, sounds barely fall from your flushed lips. You’re too out of it. Too focused on the raw sensations rippling through you all at once. His overwhelming pheromones. His marking. His relentless pounding.

Rather, hot tears well over your eyes and stream down your face.

He can’t stop slamming himself inside you. He doesn’t want it to stop. It’s absolute rapture and he’s unapologetically drowning in it.

“Tanhì. Tanhì.” He groans needily. “y/n.”

He only says your name when he’s serious about something.

And hearing it drip from his tongue onto the nape of your neck has your hairs standing high and your clit throbbing.

“Eywa. Yes, ‘lak? T-Tell me what you need.” You blubber out, tightening your grip on his forearm.

“Haa — spread yourself.” He demands, prompting you to tuck your leg back as far as you can. His pace quickens, hips striking you with a sinful vengeance. But no matter how hard he fucks you, or how deep he buries himself inside you — its just not enough. He needs to be closer. To be deeper. To really be inside you. To knot you.

“More.” He grunts, slowing his thrusts into rocking, grinding himself inside your slippery, tight cunt.

You go to tug at your leg and meet nothing but resistance. “I-I’m trying.” You can feel it now. Perhaps it’s the bond or maybe it’s the way his knot is working you open but he’s growing more and more frustrated by the thrust.

“Mmmh. Wider.”

“I can’t. I can’t.” You’re quick to answer, feeling nothing but pressure from the way he’s trying to shove more of himself inside you.

“Agh.” He growls in frustration, pulling out of you and grabbing you by the ankle to flip you onto your back.

Ralak situates himself between your legs without hesitation and pushes them so far back your knees graze against the tips of your ears. You can barely breathe in this position and are having a hard time seeing anything else but his raging cock at your entrance. You can feel the burn in your thighs from how far back he’s shoving your knees but that sting is masked by the pleasure of him plunging himself back into your pussy.

The moan that rips from your lips is obscene and like no other. The crown of his cock is drilling itself directly into your sweet spot, causing it to swell with unadulterated pleasure. And each time he pulls out just to sink it back inside you he winds you in the process – making you sputter out absolute nonsense. Even he knows you're close, despite being in the thick of his rut.

But frankly, he doesn't care.

All he’s concerned about is satisfying his own urges.

“Not enough.” He grits through his teeth as his eyes shift to an even deeper shade of mauve. “‘ts not enough.” He pants, voice laced with something of worry. Panic that this feeling won’t go away. It makes you panic too, wondering if you’re doing enough for him. If he’s going to take even more from you. If you can manage it.

“You’re okay. Do what you need.” You try to reassure him, grasping your feet and holding them back–opening yourself up even more. But fuck, that only made things worst for you.

And by worst, you mean better. It feels like you’ll burst any second now, especially with how much pressure is on your bladder. “Fu-ck me. God, fuck–ahaa-fuck me.”

His brows bunch together as he peers down at you, beads of sweat rolling off his face to drip onto your chest. His jaw is so tense it looks as if it may fracture. He’s grunting with every push and huffing with every pull.

“Right there! Fuck. I’m close. I’m so fucking close. I-I need you to cum i-inside me. Oh—please ‘lak. Please!” Your cries are choked and muffled, breaths short and raggedy. The heat pooling in your core is unbearable. It needs out. Now.

Ralak swallows. Hard. Through his own haze he can see that you’re in need too. He shuffles closer to you, tucking his feet under him to assume a squatting position. Now he’s all but on top of you, folding you into a merciless mating press. This one shift in position has you coming undone on his cock, coating it in your thick slick as you sob from the white hot pleasure. The force of your climax has you pushing him out and only has him drilling himself further inside you. If it’s not for the way your pussy walls tighten around him surely his knot would have popped inside you by now.

He’s still fucking into you, right through your orgasm and towards his.

“Say what you need.” He panics through a tightened jaw, grinding himself inside you – pushing his knot against the resistance.

You know what he’s actually asking from you. To say something. Anything to tip him over the edge. To rid him of this maddening itch.

“Breed me.” You whisper, locking eyes with him. You watch as his pupils blow into thin rings and then constrict into nothing but dots. You try to swallow what spit you could, attempting to clear your throat. “Breed me. Please.”

“Then take it.” He lets loose a sinister growl, putting all his weight into his final push. For the first time, you feel his knot pop inside you, veiny and as thick as can be. You let out a high-pitched whimper, and feel your teeth begin to chatter. That doesn’t make him ease up, though. He continues to grind himself inside you until you feel the familiar, warm sensation of his sticky seed spraying inside you – filling your womb to the brim. His cock throbs wildly, in perfect synchrony with his own heartbeat, and soon yours too as the bond equilibrates your souls once more.

Strangely, you thought you’d be sore and overstimulated by now, but your body has never felt better. You’re full and content and more than satiated. Ralak heaves a sigh — one of pure relief. It’s glued to his face. All panic washes away and he’s feeling more at peace the longer he remains inside you. He’s rigid, firmly holding his position on top of you — ensuring he empties every single drop inside you. Yet, his heavy lidded eyes begin to close.

“I can’t breathe.” You mumble, snapping him out of his tranquil trance. His eyes meet yours and the corner of his mouth pulls into a little smirk. He exhales a breathy chuckle and carefully manoeuvres you both into a more comfortable position. He settles himself on his back and supports your body whilst positioning you on top of him.

“Better?” Ralak husks, drawing circles into your back with the tip of his finger.

You take a deep breath, filling your lungs to full capacity and then slowly release it. “Much.”

“Nga yawne lu oer [I love you]” His accented words slur together as he dozes off.

“Nga yawne lu oer, Ralak [I love you].”

——

Ralak woke repeatedly throughout the night for his fill. If it wasn’t him, it was you. Waking up in a clammy state, shaking and nuzzling into his chest from your heat. You honestly thought that the more time passed — the more rounds you went — the more he would calm down.

But, you thought wrong.

He’d start by leaving tender kisses wherever he could, whispering he’d do his best to be as gentle as he can be. Then, he’d slip a finger inside you, stretching you out in attempts to pull his knot out without hurting you. But it would always sting, even just a little bit. After that he’d beg. Pleading with you to let him back in, and apologize right after plunging inside you regardless of your answer—which was always yes.

At this point your own foggy haze would take over. Perhaps it was your body’s way of coping with the overstimulation, but you pined for every single second of it. Sometimes it would last for a few minutes. Where he’d be quick to fold you in two and growl in the shell of your ear, ‘you’re mine, haah — fuck, take me’.

Sometimes it was closer to an hour. Where you’d both be so tired you’d take breaks, lazily taking turns fucking each other, telling him to ‘put it back in’ whenever he’d slip out. But one thing remained the same every time. You’d sob when you’d cum and then beg him to breed you. And he would, without a doubt, breed you.

Mercilessly.

And with each breeding, he’d lose himself a little deeper. Knotting you over and over. Marking you repeatedly until your body’s littered with bites. Until you were so fucked out you’d lost the feeling in your legs. Until your throat was so dry you could barely speak. Until you needed a break.

——

“Wait.” You crawl towards the bedside table with wobbly knees. “Just need some water, Lak.”

Ralak pounces on you, knocking you onto your stomach and pressing himself against you. You extend an arm out, fingers splayed out and shaking from you trying to reach the cup of water Ka’ani left there more than a day ago. Ralak grabs your hips and hoists you up onto your knees and elbows, and mounts you from behind.

“Water. Water, Lak.” You beg with a hoarse cry, only for him to line the crown of his cock up with your sopping cunt. He growls next to your ear as he stretches over you and reaches for the cup of water, filling his cheeks and putting it back down within a couple seconds. With a quick grip of your jaw, he turns your head and meets his lips with yours.

Before you can process what’s going on you’re gulping down water as fast as you can. And when he pulls away, you’re yet again met with the hazy eyes of his rut. That’s when it dawns on you that whilst your heat is coming to an end, his rut is only getting stronger.

Rather than looking away, he locks his gaze onto you, just so he can watch your face screw as he slams his cock inside of you in one, hard thrust. It works a sudden, breathy moan from your mouth, eyebrows pinching together from the stretch. He holds his position, basking in the warmth and tightness of your cunt as his breath goes shaky.

“Wait.” You mumble weakly, shoving a hand behind you to push against his lower stomach. “Please.”

For the first time, you were telling him to stop.

His jawbone flutters as his eyes search yours. Restraint plasters to his face, and the only audible thing is his heavy breathing. He nods. Just once. A firm and intentional nod. He swallows the residual water left in his mouth and tenderly pulls out of you. You hear the thud of his footsteps quiet down as he nears the marui door, and then the splash of the water when he dives into the rough sea.

It’s pouring outside.

Storming, actually. Thundering and lightning. Yet he feels this is the only way he’d be able to resist the urge to storm back in and fuck you. But the instinct to protect his mate, even if it’s from himself, is more than enough to give him the willpower to walk away.

You take this moment to just breathe, turning your head to face the plush bed beneath you as you gather your thoughts. Did he just show that much restraint? Enough to walk away from a female na’vi during her heat cycle… all whilst in the height of his own rut cycle?

“Lekye’ung [insane]” You mutter, using your trembling hand to grab and bring the cup to your lips. They, too, are sore and chapped. Having gone so many hours without any food or water, you knock it back, shaking the cup to get out every drop. Finished already? You think to yourself, looking inside the cup with hazed vision, confirming it’s indeed empty.

After setting it back down onto the table, you slump back into the bedhead, relaxing your body. You’re sore. Actually, sore is an understatement. Every single muscle and fiber in your body burns—and that isn’t entirely due to your heat either now that it’s finally subsiding. Perhaps you should be taking this time to have a look at your… condition, but you’re finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

So you give in, sinking further and further into the bed as you doze off.

—

A few hours go by and Ralak returns with a net of fish thrown over his shoulder and a bucket of fresh water perched on his hip. He carefully sets down the bucket and rests the net next to the fire pit. He’s cautious not to wake you, nor come too close to you. Ralak ignites the fire and fans the flame. As quietly as possible, he prepares and cooks the fish, setting them aside to wrap in the leaves of a spartan tree.

Since coming to Awa’atltu, one of your biggest adjustments—despite the obvious—has been your change in diet. Fish weren’t uncommon back home, but they certainly weren’t the main source of food. You prefer the other foods here, your favourite being what you call ‘inland boar’, which is an animal that resembles what your father calls a ‘pig’ from his star.

But not even that, (boar) could smell better than this (fish).

The aroma alone rouses you from your sleep.

Your eyes open to a dark room and a glowing fire pit. The fire is out but the wood remains hot, shifting among different shades of orange and red. Ralak sits beside it, with his back leaning against the support beam of the pod. His arms are crossed over his chest and his knees are slightly bent. It’s hard to see more than just his silhouette with the lack of moonlight.

“That smells good.” You rasp. Ralak’s eyes fly open to reveal a familiar shade of deep blue. Like the sea. They glow and flicker before you, examining you now that you’re sitting up out of bed.

Crack.

A bolt of lightning strikes in the distance, illuminating the room. For a moment, you were able to see every single bike mark, scratch and bruise you’ve given him. It also reveals that he’s shaking. Trembling from being wet and cold, or possibly from the strain he was putting himself through from just being in the same room as you.

Ralak moves quickly, shuffling to his feet and going right for the leaf that holds a few sloppily rolled fish. He brings it to you, setting it slowly on your lap, being overly cautious not to touch you. Grabbing your cup on the table, he dunks it in the bucket and sets it beside you.

“Eat.” He whispers, backing away to sit next to the pit. You watch as he slides down the beam and into a sitting position, and then glance down at your food. Saliva pools in your mouth from the aroma wafting up your nose.

You’re hungry.

“Thank you.” You say quietly, hastily stuffing an entire roll into your mouth.

You moan as you chew, nodding your head from how good it tastes. It’s hard to swallow, given that you bit off more than you could chew—literally—but when it finally goesdown you feel your stomach grumble for more. Ralak watches you intently. A wince screwing his face with every swallow he witnesses. And when you finish, you chug down your water and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Another crack of lightning strikes, and then a low, lengthy rumble of thunder follows.

“That was… one of the best you’ve made, lak.” You say with a wobbly smile, slowly getting on your feet to wash your hands. The bucket is nearby your mate, who is still fixed in position. Although he remains unmoving, his eyes follow your every move. You shake your hands to dry them and shuffle over to Ralak and sit next to him.

“so… how do you feel?” You ask quietly, raising your hand to check if he’s feverish. He turns his head before your hand can make contact with his skin and his gaze locks onto the charred wood in the fire pit.

“Fine.” Ralak mutters.

Eyebrows pinching in confusion, you tilt your head to try and look him in the eye. Your brows relax when you come to the realisation that he’s already taken care of himself. And only Eywa knows how many times.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that. I would have—”

“Ma’ muntxate [my wife]”He croaks, swiftly turning his head to look directly into your eyes. “Oeru txoa livu [please forgive me].”

“Txoa? [forgive?] What for, ma’ muntxatan? [husband]”

“I have… neglected you.” He’s struggling to speak. You can hear it in the strain of his voice.

Regardless, none of his words are really making any sense to you right now. How has he been neglectful? Despite the circumstances, it’s obvious he’s been trying his hardest to be good to you. Somehow, even conjuring up the strength to pull out of you and walk away.

“Ralak. You have not. Please, I—”

“Look at yourself.” He snaps, taking a quick glance at your body before dropping his head in his hands.

Crack.

Conveniently, another strike of lightning and boom of thunder, revealing exactly what he’s talking about. For a few seconds, you’re met with the sight of your battered body—scabbed and bruised. You lift your head, staring at his shameful demeanour. But the more you stare, the more you see your own reflection.

“And have you looked at yourself?” Your words bounce as you shuffle closer to him. “I bet you can’t even feel all that damage I’ve done to you.” You coo, using your thumb to gently graze past an easy six-inch scratch mark on his bicep. “I haven’t been so gentle with you either.”

Ralak shakes his head, allowing it to sink further into his hands. “You were starved.” He mumbles into the palms of his hands.

You sigh, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin in the dip between them. Your eyes wander over to the fire pit, catching sight of the outline of a few fish rolls.

Has he really punished himself by not eating?

“Have you eaten?” You ask, resting a gentle hand on his back.

“No need.”

“You should, you know. Don’t want you starving on me, lak.” You say lightheartedly, allowing your hand to slide up his spine and to the base of his skull.

He lets loose a quiet groan, fighting the twitch of his ears. Your fingers smooth over the base of his kuru, playing with the braid encasing that covers it. “If you do that—”

“Do what?” You whisper coyly, quickly running your hand down the length of his kuru.

His spine immediately straightens, his head lifting from his hands. The tips of your fingers gently make their way to his tendrils, carefully teasing them as they try to wrap around your digits. He sucks in a sharp breath and closes his eyes, allowing a shiver to run through him. It feels like your fingers were inside his skull, tickling his brain in the best way possible.

Reaching for your kuru with your free hand, you bring it up and over your shoulder. You lean into Ralak, your lips only inches away from his. You pull away your fingers to grip and pull his queue forth. The loss of contact has him sitting up straight, opening his eyes to look at you.

“I will not let you suffer alone.” You whisper, lessening the distance between the two of you, tilting your head to the side ever so slightly. He stills himself, even limiting his own breath so as not to make any sudden moves. “Okay?”

You wait for just a moment. For him to say something. To move away. But he remains stock-still, waiting for you to initiate this. You smile, your top teeth briefly rubbing against this lower lip, and lock your lips with his. He exhales through his nose, coming to life from your kiss and returning it full force. You take this as a good sign. A sign that you’ve broken through that wall once again, and bring your kurus together — making tsaheylu [the bond].

Both your eyes fly open, blown pupils staring into one another as your spirits unify. You both pull back, shoulders and chests heaving from your quick, unsteady breaths. You feel all that he feels – the frustration, the panic, the tension. It’s all fading, now finally nearing the end. He feels your subsiding heat, your soreness, your overpowering urge to care for him.

Before another second could pass, your lips crash into each other again—tongues intertwining as they explore one another’s mouth. Using his hand to support your upper back, he slowly lowers you onto the woven floor, parting your legs with his free hand. He situates himself between them, pressing his crotch firmly against yours. He’s warm, just like the toasty fire pit next to you.

I will try to be gentle. Ralak thinks to you, just like he’s been promising to be night after night.

I know you will. You smile, moving your kisses down his jawline as he slides his hands between your sticky pelvises.

——

It hasn’t even been two full weeks since the synchronous heat that had you and your mate locked away in your marui pod for a little over two days. Your back and thighs–and honestly everywhere else– still ache but outside of that, you feel like a brand new person. You weren’t able to confidently say that Ralak feels the same way, however.

Of course, he was adamant on limiting intimacy until you were ‘healed and recovered’. But, he had a bounce in his step. As if he were physically lighter. As if the weight of six years of pent up sexual frustration and self neglect melted off his back when you satiated the ‘insatiable’.

The constant aftercare was almost sickening. Even after most of your marks had faded he remained adamant on treating them with your own omaticayan herbs from back home. He praised them at every use, thanking your people for making such exceptional ’umtsa [medicine].

But as you entered the second week, after tons of reassurance, things dissipated and went back to normal. Ralak went back to his usual routine—fishing, hunting, responding to a few calls to Tonowari and your father. Ralak, without a doubt, made a vow to you and himself not to initiate anything until you were more than healed. But nonetheless clung to you in the nights.

He even, in fact, added a new step into your usual nighttime regimen. As usual, it began with the snuggles and tucking you under his arm just right, providing you with enough warmth to endure the cool night air. Then, he would release the perfect amount of pheromones to get you drowsy enough for bed.

But recently, he’s spent the past seven nights delaying the nightly routine until he’s had his fill of your scent. He’d lay himself down on your chest, nuzzling his face into your bosom and just breathe. You allowed it, thinking it was his own newfound way to wind down for bed.

Yet, the real reason was much different.

——

Right on the two week mark, Tsireya had roped you in with helping her with some of her Tsakrem duties. You were always happy to help her though, as it meant getting away from the marui pod for a little even if it meant being poked and prodded at.

And it certainly didn’t take long for that to happen.

Tsireya lets out a frustrated sigh and plops the medicinal pouch she’s weaving in her lap. “I can no longer ignore it, y/n. You smell different.”

You lift your head, tearing your focus from your task of weaving and look at her with a puzzled expression on your face. You bring the end of your tail to your nose and sniff, but smell… nothing. “Like what?” Her brows lower and her eyes glisten with concern. She purses her lips and unsheathes the lengthy pin from its casing and grabs your hand. “Here we go.” You mutter to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as you anticipate the sting.

Prick.

“Sss—ah! You need to be careful with how deep you go with that, you know. You could really—” The tsahik in training puts the wooden stick to her tongue and stares at you wide eyed, mouth agape. It’s as if she wants to speak but the words are lodged in her throat. “What? What is it?”

“You—perhaps I am wrong.” She stutters, quickly sheathing the tool back into its casing. “You should see my mother, y/n.”

“What? Why? Just tell me.” The words come out in a haste, and your voice is laced with panic. Do you have some sort of disease of the sea? Is there a cure?

“You — you are with child.” Her lips tremble as she says the words in an uncertain tone of voice.

“What?” You stare at her dumbfounded, a little caught off guard by her choice of words.

“Pregnant. You’re pregnant. But I am likely mistaken. I am only in training. Which is why I said you should see my moth—”

“Oh. No. You’re… you’re probably right, Tsireya.” You swallow the spit pooling in your cheeks, avoiding eye contact.

“H-How? I mean. I know how. But how? Surely Ralak knows not to do such a thing during your heat. He can control himself. R-Right?”

“Right. If I were the only one… in heat.” You say the last few words under your breath, fixing your shawl before picking back up your task.

“What do you mean?” Tsireya leans in with a tilted head, looking a little closer at your covered shoulder. “Did you help him with his rut?” Tsireya asks bluntly. “He’s been unmated for six years, y/n. Did you reall—”

“I am his mate. Of course I did.” You nearly snap, baffled by the tone she’s having with you.

“H-How did that even work?” Tsireya shakes her head, slowly raising her hand towards you.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You finally lift your head to shoot her a puzzled, yet offended stare. “It worked like it would for any other Na’vi.”

“Y/n…” Tsireya quickly grabs your shawl, pulling it off your shoulder to reveal a large, deep and scabbed up bite mark. It looks almost infected because of the strange omaticayan herbal concoction smeared over it. “You should have just let him ease you into it. Look at you, you’re all bruised and—”

“Tsireya.” You interject, “thank you for the concern, but—” you aggressively pull up your shawl, “I feel just fine. Besides, being in heat was the best way to ‘ease me into it’…He was as gentle as he could be.” You mutter, twiddling with the twine as you think back to the way he tried to handle you with care.

“By the looks of it, he was anything but gentle with you.” Tsireya seethes, angry that the man she grew up looking at like a brother would do something like this to you.

You wince at her words. They’re like a knife to the heart.

A long, awkward silence fills the space between you and Tsireya. She reflects on everything she’s said, realising that perhaps she was a little more harsh than needed. She softens her gaze, “I’m sorry. I should not have said that. I just hate seeing you hurt.”

“I get it. I know you’re just looking out for me. It’s alright, ‘reya.”

You exchange lighthearted smiles.

“You are definitely pregnant then. After six years, he must have really filled you—”

“Tsireya!” You laugh, giving her shoulder a light shove.

Tsireya’s grin morphs into a more serious expression. “See mother to make sure. Okay?”

Your smile also fades into something softer as you nod your head in agreement. “Okay.”

2K notes · View notes

serevena · 7 months

Text

Gf!Ellie on Halloween

a.n - Happy Halloween everyone!! Needed to post this because Halloween is my fav ever..hope your Halloween is good!! Enjoy <3 🎃

warnings - provocative language, fluff, Ellie being a dork and scared of everything, kissing.

; I

Ellie was never the type to celebrate holidays. Her peers would be lucky if she accepted a cake on her birthday.

But you changed that, persistent that Ellie get dressed up and went out with you for Halloween. You went all out and made her close her eyes, grabbing a costume you bought for her a few days prior and holding it in front her.

“You can open ‘em.”

“Holy shit!” Ellie muttered, her brows raising as her hands went to her knees, rubbing them over her jeans lightly. And you could slowly see her crack a smile on her chapped lips.

“Do you like it?” You asked, already knowing the answer. The helmet; which was admittedly the best part to the beloved astronaut costume was still in the closet, and you smiled at the thought of Ellie’s reaction to that. Ellie nodded and felt the fabric of the costume before kissing you, quickly pulling away to look at it again.

“It’s fuckin’ sick!”

; II

Throughout the month of October, you’d been practically forcing Ellie to partake in any Halloween events. Haunted houses, pumpkin carving, pumpkin patches, you name it, the two of you did it.

She most definitely did not agree to the haunted house at first, scared shitless but she’d never admit it.

And god, it was like hell on actual earth when the two of you arrived. Ellie let out something of a scream-groan when the two of you were waiting In line, a man sliding over to the two of you. You laughed, not only finding it cool but also at Ellie’s reaction. She covered her face and squeezed her sweaty palm onto yours.

And let’s not get started on when the two of you actually went inside. She insisted you go first so the scare wouldn’t be as bad for her, but she somehow ended up in the front halfway through. She jumped and practically squealed every time someone popped out, a gush of wind hit the two of you, or a light would make a weird noise.

By the time you and Ellie left the haunted house, she was out of breath, sweaty, and half dead.

“Never. Fucking. Again.”

; III

“That’s for like, five year olds.” Ellie muttered.

“Right, because parents trust a five year old with a sharp object.” You laughed, wielding a carving tool in your hand with two pumpkins on the counter in front of the both of you.

��You never know.”

“What’re you gonna make?” You questioned with almost a devilish grin, knowing Ellie did not wanna do this. “I don’t know yet..”

…

She turned her pumpkin around with a tiny smile on her face, and you glanced down at it, caught off guard. She made a portrait of Joel, and god was it good.

“You should make that into a profession..” you mumbled, glancing down at your pumpkin. It was a stick-figure Ellie that you knew she’d make of you for. Onto to the next one.

; IV

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” You asked, throwing a piece of popcorn into your mouth. Ellie shrugged from the corner of your eye and sat up. “I thought we were watching interstellar.”

“Ellie, we’ve seen that movie like 10 times..plus it’s Halloween, we should have like, a marathon or something.”

She immediately sat back, defeated. She let out a long sigh which caused you to smile and roll your eyes. “Drama queen.”

You could see Ellie’s mouth widen at your words as her brows furrowed, but she again, was defeated. So she stood silent.

Eventually, the two of you agreed on the movie ‘Saw X’, and you glanced over at Ellie who glanced over at you a few times.

Safe to say the night ended with Ellie in your arms, half asleep, drooling on you but also refused to sleep since she was convinced she’d have a nightmare about the movie.

“It wasn’t even that scary.” You said, caressing her auburn hair.

“You’re so full of shit.” Ellie said, smiling a bit once she heard you laugh in response.

#castasplla #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou2 #ellie x y/n

471 notes · View notes

call-sign-shark · 1 year

Text

Heaven In Your Eyes || Masterlist

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC (Heaven Lavey Shelby)

Additional content/Info: CLICK HERE

Fic Summary: He meets her at church one dreary night, guided by her singing. Her name? Heaven Lavey. White ivory hair, fair porcelain skin, and petite shape, this almost ethereal creature is Arthur's strict opposite. Yet, all it took was one dive into her heavenly eyes for him to be convinced God has sent His sweetest angel to save his bastard soul. The two lovebirds, obsessed with each other, are determined to live their love no matter people's judgments and no matter the dangers of a Peaky Blinder's life. They are together through the best and through the worst.

But behind her holy appearance and sweet facade, Heaven Lavey is dangerous. With rumors of witchcraft and murder, her shady past weighs on her shoulders. And if she is a blessing for Arthur Shelby, she will soon prove to be a curse for those who dare to stand in her and her husband's way. Even Thomas Shelby himself.

She is Arthur’s Angel, but don't get fooled by her doe eyes: for the rest of us, she is the White Devil.

And by extend, you are too.

Why? Because Heaven Lavey… It’s you.

TW: Major character death, explicit sexual content, canonical violence, graphic description of violence, blasphemy, witch trials and burning of innocent women, dependent relationship (if Arthur and Heaven are happy in their relationship, they are obsessed and possessive, which leads to bursts of violence and deifying from Arthur. By no means I am claiming their relationship is healthy, but it is what works for them)

ACT I.

♢ Ch. 1 || Heaven in Your Eyes

♢ Ch. 2 || Never Did, Never Dared

♢ Ch. 3 || Something Wicked This Way Comes 🔞

♢ Ch. 4 || Dead Bird at Witchin Hour

♢ Ch. 5 || The Hell in His Eyes

♢ Ch. 6 || The One They Should Have Burned

♢ Ch. 7 || Of Matches and Gasoline 🔞

♢ Ch. 8 || Tango on Broken Dreams

ACT II.

♢ Ch. 9 || For Whom the Bells Toll

♢ Ch. 10 || Closer to Heaven or Closer to Hell? 🔞

♢ Ch. 11 || When The Bridges Burn

♢ Ch. 12 || As They Always Did

♢ Ch. 13 || Cross My Heart and Hope to Die

♢ Ch. 14 || Pure As a Lamb 🔞

♢ Ch. 15 || Women Like Me in a Men's World

♢ Ch. 16 || Après Moi le Déluge ( c o m i n g . . .)

♢ Ch. 17 || ( Il Diàvulu Biancu)

♢ Ch. 18 ||

ACT III.

♢ Ch. 18 ||

♢ Ch. 19 ||

♢ Ch. 20 ||

♢ Ch. 21 ||

♢ Ch. 22 ||

♢ Ch. 23 ||

♢ Ch. 24 ||

♢ Ch. 25 ||

♢ The series can be longer.

Some events from the show are taken and obviously reworked. Yet, except for a few quotes and scenes, everything else is imagined by the author.

Related works - in chronological order-

♢ From Blood We Will Grow

♢ To Bark and Bite

♢ Kaiser Meeting Cyril (requested)

♢ A Bone to Pick With It (requested)

♢ Perfect Lines

♢ Savage Daughter

♢ A Slice of Us (Modern!HYE)

♢ Love Ritual (@zablife's celebration)

♢ The Woods Whisper 1, 2 (Halloween Horror)

♢Little Lamb 1, 2, 3 (Yandere!AU)

Moodboards and other content

♢ Playlist

♢ Moodboard Aesthetic

♢ Moodboard Chapter 6

♢Heaven In your Eyes Act II trailer

♢ Moodboard Chapter 12

♢ Heaven in your Eyes chapter 16 trailer

Looking for more? Check out Heaven's masterlist I and II.

Taglist: @adaydreamaway08 @theshelbyclan @jomarch-wannabe @esposadomd @zablife @woofgocows @anathemasworld @anastasia000 @kate654 @kxnnxy @babayaga67 @meowtastick @shelbyssins @sarai-ibn-la-ahad @bluevenus19 @raincoffeeandfandoms @kishie8 @zablife @alexandra-001 @dearshelby @alexizodd @helen06dreamer @kmc1989 @emotionalcadaver @peakyswritings @peakyltd @chaosinkest1996 @vanhelsingsbigtoe @cherubswhispers @he6rtshaker @bemyqueenofdarkness @cljordan-imperium @cjarbo @red-riding-wood @rysko

1K notes · View notes

evansbby · 2 years

Text

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Pairing: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

Summary: Steve is the menacing alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every single day. He’s cocky, brash and domineering, and you’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. Ridiculed by him day after day, you’re convinced he hates you. But what happens when Steve finds out you have a boyfriend? Based on this ask and the discussion that followed it.

Warnings: This is a dark story, please read the individual warnings at the beginning/top of each specific chapter.

Chapters:

i. preying on you tonight ii. hunt you down iii. eat you alive iv. just like animals v. heart ripped, soul devoured

Drabbles: (note: most of these take place before the events at the end of chapter 3, and most of these contain smut)

steve fucks you before his football game steve hosts a halloween party with you (new!) (popular!) steve + you + phone sex (new!) (popular!) steve takes you to your first ever frat party steve babies you in front of his friends steve is drunk and uncharacteristically sweet steve’s past hookups make you sad steve fucks you while you’re on your period steve has fun while you’re asleep (new!) (popular!) steve spanks you (new!) (popular!) steve is drunk & sweet at a frat party (new!) (popular!) steve gets handsy during a football game (new!) steve teaches you how to play a videogame (new!)

Extras:

The Beast Inside | a prequel from Steve’s point of view. all mini drabbles what if bucky asked for your number? (coming soon!)

#steve rogers #and yes I know the banner is ugly but this is just a placeholder till i make a better one #steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #chris evans #mcu #steve rogers fanfiction #this is long overdue lmao #poyt masterlist

4K notes · View notes

bupia · 7 months

Note

18 with Terzo bc HONESTLY that's the plot of jigolo har megiddo

FORMAL WEAR

"I can't wait to take your innocence."

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(Female!Reader: unprotected sex; fingering; teasing; dirty talk; Italian swearing; swearing; semi-public sex)

Available on AO3

Day 26 | Day 28

The night of the Halloween ball had finally arrived, and you had eagerly awaited it the entire week. Excitement coursed through your veins as you counted down the hours until the event. Papa Emeritus III, affectionately known as Terzo, was renowned for hosting the most extravagant parties, and tonight, he had something special in store: a Masquerade party with a Halloween twist. The concept was peculiar, as it required guests to dress up as monsters, witches, or creatures, but with the added mystique of masks.

However, you felt an inexplicable urge to defy convention. Instead of donning the typical ghoulish attire, you sought to bring an air of contrast to the evening. Your heart was set on something more elegant and formal. You had decided to opt for a graceful, floor-length dress and a delicate, unadorned mask. In your mind, you envisioned yourself as a character straight out of one of those enchanting princess tales, where a chance encounter behind a mask led to a whirlwind romance, or so the stories go.

Having just finished dressing up and making sure everything was in place, you gracefully made your way to the garden where the much-anticipated ball was set to unfold. You couldn't help but wonder if Papa Emeritus I, Primo, had any reservations about all the eccentric siblings wandering around the garden simultaneously. However, you figured that Terzo must have worked his charismatic magic to put Primo's nerves at ease.

As you entered the garden, you were greeted by an enchanting spectacle. The ambient lighting was a mix of eerie and alluring, with various hues casting an otherworldly glow. The decorations were hauntingly beautiful, and the carefully curated music added to the spine-tingling atmosphere, perfectly in sync with the Halloween theme.

The atmosphere at the event was beyond amazing, and you found yourself completely engrossed in the festivities. With the enchanting ambiance all around you, you decided to take a brief respite and headed toward the food table. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride; after all, you had lent a hand in the kitchen earlier, and the dishes turned out to be nothing short of delectable.

As you scanned the crowd, trying to spot your friends among the masked guests, your eyes locked onto a figure standing in the distance. It was a man, and he seemed to be gazing directly at you. The mask obscured his features, leaving you curious and somewhat intrigued. You couldn't be certain if he was one of the siblings from the ministry or just another guest. Maybe even someone from the Clergy.

Your curiosity piqued, you furrowed your brows and discreetly averted your gaze from the mysterious man. You hoped to lose him in the crowd as you began to move through the garden in search of your friends. To your surprise, the enigmatic figure matched your pace, maintaining a certain distance, and never breaking his gaze from you.

An uneasy sensation settled in the pit of your stomach as you did your best to avoid his penetrating stare. It was as though his eyes were fixed solely on you, and you could feel them on you even as you continued to walk.

As you finally came to a stop, feeling an overwhelming need to confront the mysterious man, you turned to face the spot where he had been. To your surprise, he had vanished, swallowed by the pulsating mass of dancing siblings.

Convinced it had all been a figment of your imagination, you turned to retrace your steps, intending to head back to where you had been. However, the moment you pivoted, your breath caught in your throat. There he stood, right behind you.

"You are looking very beautiful tonight, principessa," the man said, his voice strikingly familiar.

You couldn't believe your ears. "Papa?" you inquired, a sense of recognition dawning upon you.

"Oh, I'm not Papa today," he replied, a sly smile playing on his lips, "I'm just a masked man at a masquerade ball, sorella." He extended his hand toward you. "Would you like to have a dance with me?"

Your heart pounded, and you looked down at his hand before nodding in confirmation. You reached for his hand, and he led you gracefully to the dance floor.

As he placed his hand on your waist and drew you nearer to him, the rhythm of the music seemed to adapt to the pace of your heart. It wasn't a slow dance, yet he moved with such fluidity and grace that it felt as if a classical ballad played softly in the background. You glanced around, trying to comprehend, but all faded into insignificance when he pulled you even closer, leaving only a mere inch between your faces.

Your breath hitched, and you found yourself lost in the intensity of his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, a silent conversation unfolding between you. You followed his lead, allowing him to guide you gracefully as the music played on. Terzo took a deep breath, drawing back from you slowly, though his hand remained on your waist.

"Would you like to go to another area?" he asked.

"Of course," you replied, your voice trembling slightly.

He gently slid his hand from your waist and interlocked his fingers with yours, leading you out of the garden and back inside the ministry. The two of you walked in silence, following him down a corridor, and the anticipation in the air grew palpable.

After a brief moment, he turned to face you and slowly removed his mask, revealing his face for the first time without the signature Papa paint. His eyes bore into yours, and he took a step closer. With a delicate touch, he reached for your mask, removing it and allowing it to fall to the floor.

"Can I?" he whispered, his voice laden with meaning.

You nodded, your heart pounding, understanding the unspoken question. You closed your eyes, ready for what was to come. His hands slid to the sides of your body, drawing you closer, and you rested your arms on his shoulders. Terzo leaned in, and your lips met in a tender, passionate kiss.

As your lips danced together in a fervent embrace, you took a deep breath, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer, and his response was a deep, guttural groan that escaped into your mouth. Your hand found its way to his hair, fingers caressing the strands gently, eliciting a shiver from him.

He moved his hand to the small of your back, pressing you even closer, as if such closeness were even possible. The intensity of the moment surged, and your mouths parted, allowing your tongues to meet in a passionate, almost erotic dance.

He led you backward until your back was pressed against one of the cool marble walls of the hallway. His body was firmly pressed against yours, and the passionate kiss was momentarily broken as he moved to your neck. His lips and tongue trailed along your skin, leaving a trail of hungry, feverish kisses.

You unwrapped your arms from around his neck, one hand remaining on his head, fingers tangled in his hair, while the other hand found its place on his waist. The intoxicating scent of his cologne enveloped you, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, your mouth parting in a silent moan.

"Papa..." you called out, your voice quivering with desire. "I don't think... we should do it here..."

"We are not doing anything wrong, sorella," he whispered, his warm breath against your skin as he continued to suck on your neck. "And no one will see us here; they are all at the party anyway."

"But what if..." you attempted to voice your concern, but your words dissolved into a passionate moan as he bit your neck ever so slightly.

He withdrew from your neck and met your gaze. "Should we put a pause on this? If you'd rather not continue, we can stop."

In a soft voice, you replied, "I don't want to stop, Papa."

A low, satisfied growl rumbled from him, and he brushed his lips across yours. "Molto bene," he purred. "I can't wait to take your innocence."

You chuckled softly, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, fingers caressing the tension there. "Who said I'm innocent, Papa?" you said with a playful tone.

"I thought principesse like you were innocent," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

You leaned in close, your voice a sultry whisper, "Not this one right here." As you spoke, you gently ran your tongue along his lips, watching with satisfaction as his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

A big, devilish smile spread across his lips as he turned his attention back to your neck, trailing a path of soft kisses from your neck to your shoulder and collarbone. His hands gently caressed their way down to your shoulders. His fingers traced a path down your shoulders, gently pulling the straps of your dress down, baring your breasts for him.

His hands skillfully moved from your arms to your breasts, tenderly taking them into his warm palms and giving them a gentle squeeze. His kisses grew more fervent on your neck, and the exquisite sensations caused you to gasp in response.

"Ah... Papa..." you breathed, your voice filled with desire.

"You can call me by my name if you want, sorella," he whispered, his warm breath tickling your ear.

"Terzo..." you moaned.

"Perfetto," he cooed, his voice laden with desire. "Again," he commanded, gently increasing the pressure on your breasts.

"Terzo..." you moaned once more, your voice thick with longing.

"Molto bene," he praised. "Again," he repeated as his mouth found your breasts, taking a nipple into his warm mouth, and sucking on it with an intoxicating fervor.

"Terzo!" you cried out, your senses fully immersed in the pleasure of the moment, your eyes closing in ecstasy.

"Hold your dress for me," he whispered, biting your nipple gently.

Your hands moved quickly to comply, lifting your dress up for him. He then knelt before you, the tension between you both growing even more palpable.

"I can see someone is already wet for Papa," he remarked, his eyes fixated on your panties. "Molto bene, you're making your Papa very proud."

Terzo wasted no time, swiftly moving his hands to the waistband of your panties and sensually pulling them down to your ankles. He tucked them into his pants pocket with a sly smile. His gloved hands then, gently caressing your calves and making their way upward to your thighs. With each caress, he left a trail of kisses along your legs, heightening the sensation as desire coursed through his veins.

"Sei così bella," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. "I recognized you the moment you arrived in the garden. As soon as I saw you, I knew who was behind the mask. I was waiting for you."

"W-Waiting for me?" you stammered, surprised by his words.

"Sì," he confirmed, his lips brushing against your thigh. "La sorella più bella nel mio ministero. How could I not notice la più bella among all of them?"

He continued to lavish kisses all over your thighs, making his way to your inner thighs and leaving a trail of soft bites that caused your legs to tremble with anticipation. His chuckle at your reaction only added to the excitement, and he proceeded to trace a path with his warm, lingering kisses from your inner thighs toward your core.

He lowered his face, and his lips and nose brushed sensually against your folds. The sensation of his nose lightly grazing your clit and the softness of his lips proved overwhelmingly erotic, causing you to whimper at the intense pleasure. Terzo then rose from his knees, his hand moving to rest gently on your pubic mound, his touch leaving you trembling with desire.

"Do you want me to touch you?" he asked.

"Yes, Papa," you replied, your voice filled with longing.

"And here?" He lowered his hand, his fingers gently finding your clit and pressing it.

"Yes, yes, yes," you moaned, your pleasure evident. "Yes, Papa, just there."

"I said you can call me by my name, sorella," he gently reminded you, his fingers continuing to rub your clit in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through you. "Say it to me now, say my name."

"Ah! Terzo!" you moaned, your back arching in response to the intense pleasure.

"Bene, you are so good for me," he praised, his hand moving lower, leaving your clit, and exploring your entrance. "What about here?" he inquired.

"Mmmm... very much..." you purred, completely lost in the fiery desires.

Terzo slowly slid his middle finger into you, and an intense wave of desire engulfed your entire body. He held it there without moving, watching you as you began to move your hips, seeking a response from him. His sly grin only added to the tantalizing anticipation, creating tension. Slowly, he added another finger, and the sensation caused you to moan softly.

"Do you think you can handle another one, sorella?" he asked, his index finger teasing the contours of your entrance.

"Yes, Terzo," you purred with confidence. "I can handle it all." Your hands gripped your dress even tighter, holding it up for him.

He nodded and then slowly inserted his third finger inside you. The intense sensation caused your body to jump with pleasure, and you felt as though you were melting under his touch. But he held his fingers still, prolonging the tantalizing agony. Your urgent need for movement was evident as you tried to convey it by clenching your walls around his fingers, silently urging him to move.

He grinned at you, fully aware of how much you desired this. Terzo withdrew his hand from between your legs, and you looked down at his fingers, now glistening with your arousal, moaning in frustration.

"You like that, sì?" he teased.

"Yes," you admitted breathlessly.

With your response, Terzo slid his fingers back inside you, initially moving them in and out gently, but gradually picking up the pace. As he quickened his rhythm, you couldn't help but arch your back and release a soft moan of intense pleasure. His movements became faster and more purposeful, skillfully targeting your most sensitive areas.

The sensation was incredible, but your desire for more was insatiable. You gazed up at him with a pleading look in your eyes, silently urging him to take you even further in the depths of lust.

"What is this look, sorella?" he inquired, his eyes locked onto yours.

"I want you, Terzo... inside me," you whispered, your voice heavy with desire.

"Inside? You want my cock?" he inquired, his voice a sultry murmure

"Yes, please... give me your cock," you begged.

He sensually removed his fingers from inside you, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean, his gaze never leaving yours.

"I will give you what you want," he whispered, his voice a sultry promise, a devilish grin on his lips.

Terzo stood and removed his pants, and you watched with anticipation as his erection sprang free, hard and ready. He moved his hands to your legs, lifting them from the floor and placing them on his hips. As he did, you felt his hardness pressing against your moist folds. Your hands left your dress and found their way to his shoulders, gently caressing them.

“Please, Terzo… Please, fuck me… right now…” you begged, your desire laid bare in your voice and your pleading eyes.

Terzo placed his hands on your waist and lifted you slightly, guiding his length into you. You gasped as he entered you, feeling the fullness of his hardness. As his entire length penetrated you, a moan escaped your lips. Your head fell back as you savored the sensation of being filled so completely, and your eyes closed as you relished the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours.

"Merda... so wet... so tight... feels so good inside," he moaned, his voice laden with pleasure.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him, and your senses were overwhelmed by the pulsing rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest. Your eyes locked with his, and the burning desire in his gaze ignited a fierce passion between you as he began to thrust. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on your thighs, keeping you firmly in place.

"Oh, Terzo... so good..." You moaned, arching your back as his thrusts sent waves of pleasure through your body. "Your cock feels so good inside..."

"Does it, sorella?" he asked, his eyes burning with desire as he continued to move inside you. "You like my cock inside you?"

You nodded eagerly, your nails lightly scraping along his back. "Yes... yes... but please don't stop..." Your hips instinctively rocked, urging him to quicken the pace.

Terzo's lips found yours, and he kissed you hungrily, your tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. His thrusts quickened, and the intensity of your connection deepened with each movement. The corridor was filled with the sound of your moans, the erotic echoes of your desire. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he maintained a relentless rhythm, his length sliding in and out of you.

"Yes! Just like that! Oh, Terzo! Yes... fuck me just like that..." Your voice was filled with ecstasy and longing as you couldn't help but moan and cry out in pleasure.

His passionate rhythm showed no sign of slowing down, his length driving into you with unrelenting desire. The corridor echoed with the sounds of your moans. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you held him close, lost in the intoxicating whirlwind of sensations. Terzo's desire for you intensified, and he picked up the pace, thrusting into you with a frenzied urgency. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as his movements became faster and more passionate.

"Merda, your pussy feels amazing," he growled, looking at you with desire in his eyes. "You are so hot, taking my cock so well. Your pussy is taking me so well, and it's driving me wild, sorella."

You met his passionate thrusts with your own, rocking your hips in sync with his, creating a harmonious rhythm. Your mouths met again, and your kisses were filled with hunger and longing, your tongues dancing in a passionate exploration.

You broke the kiss, locking your gaze with his, and the intensity of your need mirrored in his eyes left you feeling weak and consumed by the lust. Your head rested against his shoulder, and the sound of your heartbeats echoed in your ears.

"Terzo... Terzo..." you moaned his name, your voice filled with longing, and you heard him grunting with pleasure. "Terzo, please... more... more..."

Your body undulated with each rhythmic thrust of his length, the sensation of being completely filled transcending any experience you'd had before. Terzo maintained the deep, relentless rhythm, and you couldn't help but release a long, low moan of profound satisfaction. His hands tightened their grip on your thighs, and you were certain he could feel the tension building within you. The intensity grew as Terzo's thrusts became harder, his movements faster and powerful.

"More? You want more, sorella?" he groaned, his voice heavy with desire.

"Yes... give it all to me... please, please, don't stop, fuck me," you pleaded, your need for more was undeniable.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to penetrate you even deeper. The sound of your breathing grew ragged, and your moans became increasingly urgent. Your body arched against the wall, the impending climax growing more powerful with each passing moment.

"Terzo, I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum!" you cried out.

"Sì, sì, molto bene, cum all over my cock, sorella, make your Papa happy," he encouraged.

You could no longer hold back, and your cries of ecstasy filled the hallway as you climaxed fiercely, your muscles contracting around Terzo's member as you rode the exhilarating wave of orgasmic bliss.

"Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!" You cried out as your orgasm exploded, a surge of intense pleasure rippling through your body like an electric current.

With a fervent cry of desire, he exclaimed, "Merda... so tight...! I can't-" as he delivered a final powerful thrust, releasing his seed deep within you.

He remained connected to you, still holding himself inside as you both took a moment to recover. Your legs remained tightly wrapped around his waist. You looked into his eyes, and he met your gaze, his face flushed with the intensity of the action.

"You are so beautiful when you come, sorella," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

"Thank you," you replied, your smile tinged with shyness. "I'm glad I could please you."

"You please me by letting me please you," he chuckled as he gently withdrew from you, carefully placing your legs back on the floor. "Would you give me the pleasure of continuing to please you this night, sorella?" he whispered, his voice heavy with desire.

"Very much, Terzo," you replied, your desire mirrored in your eyes as you bit your lower lip. "But what about the Halloween party?"

"They won't even notice I'm not there, as they can't see who is who under the masks," he reassured you with a whisper, before capturing your lips in one more fervent, passionate kiss.

#kinktober #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost the band #papa emeritus x reader #smut #terzo ghost #terzo fanfiction #terzo x reader #terzo smut #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus 3 #papa terzo #papa emeritus smut #papa emeritus terzo #ghost terzo #terzo #papa emeritus iii terzo

120 notes · View notes

seraphiism · 7 months

Text

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

( RUN TO YOUR DEVIL ; I'M SURE HE CAN HELP YOU. )

chara : ais fandom : touchstarved quote cr : bioshock a/n : if this makes sense , good . if not, blame maid ais ( this fic is not abt the halloween art, i just think he's neat )

i. SO YOU WILL CALL YOURSELF CURSED, your life riddled with havoc and death in innocence lost. in the road traveled, there are horrors untold, bandaged hands trembling as you hide them in fear of others and yourself. an evil deeply haunts you, finding belonging in your existence, in your blood, and in the corruption of what is meant to be good.

you will not drown yourself in damnation, not yet, but the water rises and rises, the murky tides seizing a coldness around your throat, a subtle violence looming in the waves that threaten to rid of your breath.

you have encountered far too many strange things in far too little time. at this point, you should be used to it, but there is something, or rather, someone, that constantly catches you off-guard. you find yourself at a loss, unsure if you wish to embrace it or flee from the feelings that stir your heart. how they frighten you so, and in his presence, there is always the quickening of your pulse.

but maybe you are reading too far into things. maybe you're just overwhelmed ; maybe the loneliness is getting to you, the starvation for companionship convincing your mind to make something out of nothing. but in the devil there is kindness, and in his touch, you cannot help but wonder : are you overthinking? or is there more to him, this demon that is made of cruelty and comfort?

ii. it begins with the learning of the seaspring, the radiant temptress : a sickeningly vicious crimson that envelops one in some means of escape , a void in which you lose yourself , intertwined with the existence of those who have succumbed to some sort of madness. the red in that resigned fate is the same as the red of his eyes, and in his gaze, you almost think you see regret amidst the scorn.

but you don't think for too long-- you can't, your balance suddenly off, consciousness nearly wiped out in the near fall into a crimson void. ais is quick to grab you, sparing you from a fate undeserved. it wouldn't have been fair, he tells you, if you didn't get to make the decision to take the fall on your own.

but there's amusement in the curve of his lips, and there's a warmth in the way his hand rests on the small of your back. there's something more, something else that you don't quite want to identify as he holds you close for longer than necessary.

and you let him, you do. you wonder if this is what safety is supposed to feel like. it terrifies you.

iii. it continues with the troublesome reunion at the bar : you almost want to drown the sorrows and stress away with the harsh taste of alcohol that leaves a burning in your throat, but you don't. you can't afford to lose yourself in the haze, can't afford to lower your guard. your nerves are frayed, mind on the edge of frenzy from the sheer exhaustion of the past few days. it's been too eventful. too overwhelming.

you need fresh air, a strange panic brewing in the roots of the soul as you feel it all sink in : your death , your revival , the encounters with those you want to trust but do not dare to. your hands rest on the bar counter, clenched, and your gaze almost seems... absent, he notices.

he may be occupied, may seemingly have his attention focused elsewhere, but there is something so fascinating and terribly entertaining about you that he cannot seem to look away. he may have taunted you earlier, pushed and pulled to see what your limits were, but even he has a heart, after all.

you feel a familiar presence near you -- a hand gently resting on your waist, a soft murmur in your ear.

"doing alright, sparrow?"

your body stills. you swallow hard, barely turning your head.

"i'm fine." you respond, and you slip away from his grasp, throwing him a brief glance before you sneak through the busy crowds in search of a calm you'll never find.

iv. and now-- now, you have come to a defeated conclusion : calm is the farthest thing that will ever be granted to you. doesn't matter where you are, doesn't matter what you do-- it would be too convenient, too kind, really, and you wonder if you are asking too much.

all you wanted was to try catching your breath, try finding some semblance of peace amidst the chaos. but instead, you found trouble, landed yourself in yet another dangerous situation, because what's a night out at the bar if there's no drunken fight? it's not fun if you're not dragged into some god awful brawl somehow. you don't question it. no point, not with your luck.

so now, you find yourself hiding in the dark alley, lungs burning with deprivation. the movement of your chest is subtle, shallow, and ais notices it-- it's hard to not notice, not when his body is pressed against yours, his hand over your mouth in determination to keep you safe and quiet.

he deems it an interesting predicament. you don't.

not with the lack of distance between your bodies, your back against the wall, his blood on your lips. his smirk falters only the slightest bit at your bite-- a surprising defiance he didn't quite expect from you. but the flicker of bewilderment soon twists into pure amusement, and you think you love and hate it. he keeps his mouth shut, and so do you, even when his hand falls to his side. nearby, there is a rising panic, then the quick steps of enemies fading as they make haste in their escape.

it's safe now. you let out a quiet sigh of relief knowing you've avoided harm once more, and though you hate to admit it, it's because of him. your gaze focuses on your surroundings, searching for the possibility that someone may be deceiving you, waiting in the shadows for the right opportunity to strike.

"you've got a bad bite, little sparrow." ais murmurs, and you feel his hand gently grip your jaw, forcing you to focus on him. "that's no way to thank someone who keeps saving your life."

there's a heat that suddenly rushes to your face. timid, you want to look elsewhere, but you don't dare give him the satisfaction of looking away. it's hard to focus, the faintest trace of iron on your tongue, the feeling of another's warmth against your body.

"so sorry, ais." your apology seethes with sarcasm. "next time, i'll be sure to be gentle."

he chuckles softly, doesn't even think about pulling away from you. not when you're this close.

"don't worry, pretty thing." he tells you, thumb tracing over your lips, and perhaps that smirk softens into something gentle at the sight of the crimson that is his. "my red looks good on you."

#touchstarved #touchstarved x reader #ais x reader #ais touchstarved #.: writing #im yellin i meant to write smth short !!!!!! i miss him dearly ( he is not real )

79 notes · View notes

aerowolf · 2 months

Text

How Medic Had VHS Tapes Before They Were Allegedly Invented

Emesis Blue, the psychological horror film based off of the hit first-person shooter game, Team Fortress 2, created by the studio Valve, is by all accounts an odd and unexpected masterpiece of film. Though most are set on explaining various time loops and the ending, I am not. Regardless of the fact that I understood neither of those things, I have arrived with a theory of my own. Because I have spiralled into a chaotic mode of over-analysis, specifically over a scene which is, at best, five seconds long. Should you choose to follow me and indulge in my delusions, I can guarantee you that I have something that may not interest you, but is long and heavily interests me.

PART I: WHY AM I LIKE THIS?

I’m literally neurodivergent and a minor. I have no answers for you. Moving on.

PART II: HOW COULD MEDIC HAVE VHS BEFORE IT EXISTED?

The point of this over analytical essay is to discuss why the Medic, also known as Doctor Fritz Ludwig, would have access to VHS tapes in a time when they did not in fact exist at all. The film is set on halloween--October 31, 1968. VHS tapes were not widely available to the public until 1976, and it is said that the development of VHS began sometime in 1969. Neither of these facts account for Medic’s possession of them. So where did he get them from?

We can begin by breaking down what they are and who made them.

These two images clearly display some of the VHS tapes which fell out of the box during the first couple of scenes of Emesis Blue. They are labelled “das grinsende gesicht” and “der könig in gelb.” These translate to “The Grinning Face” and “The King in Yellow,” both of which are pieces of media. The former is a silent German horror film released in 1929, and the latter appears to be the German translation of the title of a collection of short stories written by Robert W. Chambers. The title is also the title of a play within the collection which is said to drive anyone who reads it mad. However, the latter was never made into film. This information, while interesting, is not really important to my theory. But now you know. There’s symbolism to it of course.

Now, these tapes are clearly marked with the Mann Co. logo. This infers that they are produced and distributed by Mann Co. Considering their involvement in covert operations, projects, and their possible or perhaps even outright government connections, it is possible that Mann Co. invented or at least had production access to VHS before anyone knew about it. Perhaps they had a reason for holding them back? The box in his office is full, but it is not the

largest collection it could be, and it appears to be a mix of both legitimate or pseudo-legitimate films and personal or corporate videos. Considering the fact that VHS tapes are only seen in Ludwig’s possession, and that they contain the Mann Co. logo, it is safe to assume that they are produced by Mann Co. and solely distributed to those employed by them.

This offers a simple explanation as to why Medic has them before they should have existed. Mann Co. is not known for their transparency, often keeping things secret, even things that would objectively change the world. However, this does not offer an explanation as to what happened that led to the public release of VHS afterwards. So this brings us to our next section….

PART III: HOW AND WHY DID VHS BECOME WIDESPREAD?

It is said that production and development of the VHS began in 1969. Over the course of Emesis Blue, the Mann brothers, Redmon and Blutarch, are murdered. This occurs sometime in early November 1968--likely specifically November 3, as the agent who debriefs Soldier at the end of Emesis Blue--Agent Stemmons--mentions to him that the funeral of Governor Archibald is on Sunday. Assuming that this debriefing takes place directly after the events of halloween 1968, which fell on a Thursday, that leaves November 3 as the most likely date.

Seeing as the Mann brothers are now dead, and as there is no mention of Gray Mann interfering with the rest of this plot, it’s possible that Mann Co. is now disbanded, leaving them no means by which to distribute this technology. It’s then highly possible that the sole survivor of the Conagher slaughterhouse, Soldier, also known as Jane Doe, is the one who brought VHS to the world. While it is also possible that Gray could have done it, we’ll assume he doesn’t even exist in this universe, as his role is noncritical to it,

Here is how Jane could have single handedly brought VHS to the rest of the world.

Scarred by the events of October 31, 1968, he decided that the VHS tapes invented by Mann Co were actually a useful invention, and that the public should have access to them. After the death of the Mann brothers he tried to spread them and rebrand them, but quickly learned that they had some form of mind control within. This led to him bringing some of the tapes to a group who could disable this feature. However, that in turn led to them having to be completely redesigned, as the manipulation was ingrained too deeply into their design, which hence explains the delay of them being released widespread. VHS was first publicly released in Japan in 1976, which also points to the group Jane went to being Japanese. Shortly after, in 1977, VHS was also released in the United States.

And that is the story of how Team Fortress 2’s Soldier single handedly caused the public release of the VHS technology across the world.

#emesis blue #film theory #theories #tf2 #soldier tf2 #tf2 soldier #ivy speaks #I'm delusional btw #team fortress two #team fortress 2

39 notes · View notes

serenescribe · 7 months

Text

Poll: Help me pick my next TWST longfic! [FINISHED]

Hello everyone!

As most of you may know, I am quite the avid longfic writer. However, university's been slowing me down a lot, so I've been unable to write as quickly as before. So why not poll some of my fic ideas and let you all decide?

I'll include some brief, rambling summaries of the options below the cut! The poll will run for seven days, and the winner will be the longfic I focus on next! (That isn't to say I won't write other things since inspiration is fickle and some of these are semi-completed, but for the most case, my priority will be whatever wins!)

[Summaries under the cut!]

i. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Locked in a Freezer Epel-focused! I originally started working on this in April but shelved it because I was more focused on writing Diasomnia. That and I also did not look forward to writing Rook... Still, the benefit of this option is that It's already 2/3 finished, with the first two chapters done, so it would be done a lot faster. I'd feel pretty keen on finishing it sooner if there was interest expressed.

ii. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Barely Conscious Silver-focused! A bad end AU of the Fairy Gala remix event... and that's about all I can say about it. Compared to the other options, it wouldn't be as long, so I could see it being done faster. It would not have a definitive conclusion, being a bad end of an event, but if you like Silver suffering, this is the one for you!

iii. Bad Things Happen Bingo: On the Run Sebek-focused, along with the first years! I originally wanted to write this for Halloween this year, but quickly shelved that idea due to realising how much Uni sapped my energy. This is one of the two options here that would be rated Mature, along with warnings of Major Character Death. It was meant to be a Halloween fic, after all.

iv. Bad Things Happen Bingo: This Is For Your Own Good Silver and Lilia-focused. What can I say about this AU without revealing too much...? This is the other option that would be rated Mature. It gets truly fucked up and dark in the latter half, and bad things truly does happen. It would also be one of the longest fics in the BTHB series, as I'm envisioning two very long chapters. All the same, this is arguably the idea I'm most excited to write. So if that means anything to you (trust in my tastes, perhaps?) you might want to consider voting for this!

v. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Hope Is Scary Silver-focused, though Lilia comes in later. This is arguably the least developed of all the ideas here, however it was a really good idea that Olive thought up and gave me permission to write. A lot of Silver suffering in this one! And being alone. The prompt is literally about losing all hope and not wanting to hope again in case it gets dashed.

vi. Reverse Containment Breach AU: Starchild Lilia and Silver-focused. This is based on Olive's Reverse Containment Breach AU, of which I'd previously written a ficlet for here with Malleus and Sebek. Think something SCP-esque with an organisation studying strange subjects. Head Researcher Lilia Vanrouge stumbles upon a boy who fell from space one night, and that's when everything slowly goes off the rails. I actually finished about 1/3 of this? So it's partially started.

vii. PMMM AU: Lilia Longfic Lilia and Silver-focused. What it says on the tin. Mica and I's PMMM AU, which isn't 1:1 with canon but Lilia takes the role of Homura, and Silver as Madoka. Time loops and general suffering and angst. If you know how Madoka plays out, you know how this one's going to go.

#housekeeping tag #going to tag some twst stuff so this can show up in search #twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanfiction #twst writing #i'm scheduling this to go up while i'm probably asleep btw #reblogs are appreciated! you can idk. convince others to vote for an option? i welcome that

70 notes · View notes

midnightactual · 8 months

Text

"Where's your motivation?"

#In Character #Character: YORUICHI #Verse: BLEACH MAIN #Era: HALCYON #Event: HALLOWEEN III #Free Range

12 notes · View notes

carnal-lnstinct · 8 months

Text

SCOURGE OF THE STARS ‧₊˚✩彡

Scourge: (noun) a person or thing that causes great trouble or suffering.

DBZ HALLOWEEN EVENT

Sep 30 - Nov 1 REQUEST STATUS: EVENT CLOSED

**This will contain 18+ content so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

RULES ‧₊˚✩彡

✧✧ Please adhere to the request rules already in place for what type of requests I do and do not accept.

✧✧ Large fics/series will be put on hold for this time to focus on the requests.

✧✧ Be as dark, spooky, naughty, and creative with your requests. Or just carve a jack-o-lantern while deciding on Halloween costumes with your favorite villain or good guy who adores you. So long as they meet the theme of the event, anything goes!

✧✧ This is my first time writing the villainous characters of the series so my characterizations may be a little off to fit the requests.

✧✧ There is no set limit to how many requests one person can submit. Just bear in mind I am one person with a full-time job, so I’ll do my best to get to as many as I can! ♥

✧✧ Apologies in advance if I happen to not get to your request, but any requests not completed by Nov 6th will not be answered later & will be cleared from the askbox.

✧✧ All requests will be tagged as SOTS* which you can track on my blog to find them without searching through the My Writing or Requests tags.

PROMPTS‧₊˚✩彡

Halloween themed

Dark themes

Kinks

Yandere

Villain AU

Monster AU

Prompts

Existing AUs

CHARACTERS‧₊˚✩彡

Goku ✩ Vegeta ✩ Broly (DBS) ✩ Gohan ✩ Gogeta ✩ Vegito ✩ Future Trunks ✩ Adult Trunks ✩ Adult Goten ✩ Adult Gotenks ✩ Piccolo ✩ Bardock

Raditz ✩ Perfect Cell ✩ Frieza ✩ Super Buu/Buuhan ✩ Turles ✩ Zamasu/Goku Black ✩ Cooler ✩ King Cold ✩ Broly (DBZ) ✩ Mira ✩ Cumber ✩ King Vegeta III

ACCEPTED REQUESTS

King of the Underworld Vegeta - Accepted / WIP / Completed

Goku Black Trick or Treat - Accepted / WIP / Completed

Raditz x Yandere!Reader - Accepted / WIP / Completed

Beast Gohan corn maze - Accepted / WIP / Completed

Turles x Saiyan!Reader - Accepted / WIP / Completed

Goku, Turles, & Bardock Costume Reaction - Accepted / WIP / Completed

Future Trunks Somnophilia - Accepted / WIP / Completed

Frieza Trick of Treat - Accepted / WIP / Completed

#masterlist #SOTS*

60 notes · View notes

7grandmel · 8 months

Text

Todays rip: 20/09/2023

Vote Responsibly!!

Season 4 Episode 1 Featured on: SECOND WIND ~ SiIvaGunner: King for Another Day Tournament Original Soundtrack VOL. 2

Ripped by Smoky

youtube

Requested by @youtubepoopmusicvideo!

This is a big one, and one that's been pretty hotly anticipated by the requestee. Lauren, otherwise "Yhenestik" on Twitter and other platforms, is unquestionably the biggest devotee toward a SiIvaGunner character that I've ever seen, and is in general a face I see a lot in the community's small social media presence such as here on Tumblr. The character of his affection is a really fascinating one, and one I'll devote some time to talking about today: John Notwoodman.

John is pretty much a pitch-perfect demonstration on how SiIva lore typically operates and evolves - a joke suddenly growing its roots into something we become attached to. The joke this time was pretty easy to understand - Season 3's King for a Day tournament needed a host, and the team thought it'd be funny to present this host as nothing but fan-favorite character Wood Man in a gameshow-esque bow tie, top hat and curly mustache. The fanbase, of course, went along with this sort of kayfabe during the tournament's running, and John Notwoodman was treated as his own character, despite only really existing to host this temporary, made-to-give-the-channel-something-to-do event.

Funny enough, though, the idea of there being multiple incarnations of the channel's defacto mascot was actually something that Wood Man himself jokingly hinted at back during his initial channel takeover at the prelude to Season 2. As Season 2 progressed, we got further confirmation that Wood Man indeed has the power to transcent dimensions and timelines, due to his status as a hybrid between a Figment and a computer virus. Us loreheads were already aware that John Notwoodman being a seperate character from normal Wood Man was a genuine possibility for the team to pursue - which is what ended up occuring during Season 4 Episode 1. It started with Unusual Circumstances - A SiIvaGunner Christmas Comeback Crisis Side Story, a lore video that lightheartedly depicts the context and resolution behind how the SiIvaGunner channel nearly got terminated at the end of Season 3. This video, beyond being an all-time favorite of mine on the channel, mostly just added fuel to the fire on whether or not John Notwoodman was truly a seperate character from Wood Man himself - if nothing else, it confirmed that the two were absolutely intertwined with one another and didn't just exist separately. Nevertheless, this brought new eyes to the character, and would result in their inclusion as a major character in both the third SilvaGunner Spooktacular Halloween Horror Special, and the legendary King for Another Day Tournament. Through Spooktacular III in particular, we now both had confirmation of John's status as his own character and a canon voice for him - the voice of the Announcer as to later be used in KFAD2. KFAD2, then, not only gave him plenty of relevance as the event's announcer and overall CEO, but gave him tons of time to expand as a character through the event's extensive back cover - the King for Another Day MOJO website, which has written dialogues between all of the event's characters. It's something I myself am still lagging behind on in terms of required reading, yet just from the pieces I've read its easy to understand how the event gave John Notwoodman even more life than he had before, as a lover of the dramatic,theatrical, and overall just having a good time.

Both of these appearances suddenly grounded the character in SiIva's canon with relations to Wood Man, Unregistered Hypercam 2, Meowth, and the various KFAD contestants - he became a character with a distinctly different set of priorities and goals than the Wood Man we know. Priorities that, as shown in KFAD2's finale, showed just how long Wood Man himself had left to go as a person. Wood Man may once have been averse to the idea of there being multiple incarnations of himself, yet he's able to see that their existence shows all the possible ways his own life may one day end up. Three seasons later, and we're still unsure just what path Wood Man will end up walking down.

Though John hasn't had much to do recently on the channel, his theme - Vote Responsibly!! - is, too, emblematic of his progression as a character. He started out as nothing but a jokey facade for a familiar face, and the original Vote Responsibly theme as featured in Season 3 reflected that. But a year later, as second contest began - John Notwoodman was now a person all of their own, with a theme proudly arranged by the character's creator, Smoky. Smoky is broadly speaking in charge of the entire channel's lore and most of its characters, and its been immensely interesting seeing how she's grown both him and Wood Man himself outward as two differing people, working within the loose constraints of SiIva's lore to create a genuinely fascinating dichotomy between such similar-appearing characters. All of that, whilst still putting in the elbow grease to make genuinely excellent arrangements and compositions such as Vote Responsibly!!. Though its a theme I mostly love for what it symbolizes -as you've likely been able to tell through this incoherent rambling - it remains a banger all on its own.

#todays siivagunner #season 4 episode 1 #siivagunner #siiva #Smoky #Smokythrill77 #christmas comeback crisis #siivagunner lore #siivagunner ccc #king for a day tournament #siivagunner kfad #kfad #kfad2 #king for another day tournament #woodman #wood man #john notwoodman

43 notes · View notes

stefankarlfanblog · 7 months

Text

Photos taken by Alejandro Ortiz III from Flickr of the Lazytown Live show on Sesame Place, during their Halloween event "The Counts Spooktacular Halloween".

Taken on the 30th of September 2007.

#stefan karl #stefán karl #stefan karl stefansson #stefán karl stefánsson #robbie rotten #lazytown #2007

33 notes · View notes

starsstuddedsky · 2 years

Text

Spending Halloween with Seventeen

summary: how you spend halloween with each member of seventeen <3

a/n: happy halloween!!! i love halloween and i hope everyone is having fun and being safe! enjoy these lil imagines (one of these may turn into a full story one day ehehehehehehe)

warning: sickening fluff ahead

Seungcheol

He really should have said no when you asked, but everyone else (minus seokmin who had a brain) was going and he couldn’t say no to you when you clearly wanted to go, so he found himself in the haunted house trying to pretend he wasn’t a giant coward because it was only your third date. Loses the act at the first jumpscare, except you do too and the rest of the house is spent being shuffled forward by your friends because neither of you will let go of each other. Once free, you both swear never to do that to yourselves again.

Jeonghan

Fully prepared to do cute couples things (i.e. scare the shit out of you as many times as possible) but when you come exhausted from a very stressful shift at work cancels all the plans and buys last minute overpriced candy and watches whatever movies you want until he realizes halfway through Men in Black III that you’re asleep in his arms and can’t quite find the energy to wake you up (the next morning both of you are rather stiff because couches aren’t even made for one person to sleep on, let alone two)

Joshua

Super excited about the corn maze, doesn’t expect you to actually get lost and has to spend an hour trying to find you because you split up once and now you’re gone forever. Seriously is starting to get stressed because the sun is going down but he finally finds you (chilling in the center chatting with the employee that found you half an hour ago) and doesn’t let you out of his arms for the rest of the night

Jun

It’s his favorite holiday to be a couple on, which you say should be Valentine’s Day but he disagrees, citing watching horror movies as an excuse to cuddle (you’ve given up on pointing out that he does that on a regular basis). What you don’t expect is his obsession with couple’s costumes, planning them months in advance and making half of them from thrifted clothes because the store bought ones were “too cheap.” You stop complaining after the first year when you show up to the party and absolutely destroy the costume competition, and apologize for ever doubting Jun because you really do look perfect together.

Soonyoung

You always think about that quote from Mean Girls when you think about your boyfriend on Halloween, not because he dresses like a slut, but because he wears the same tiger costume every year and argues “no one can judge me!” and he’s kind of right because no matter how ridiculous he is, you can’t deny that he looks good in it (it has nothing to do with way he smiles every time you tell him that, nothing at all).

Wonwoo

Not in the Halloween spirit but unfortunately you are, you drag him to buy decorations and spend four hours carving your pumpkin to look exactly like him (complete with round glasses) while he makes one that literally looks like :) because “that’s how you look, babe.” though Halloween isn’t his favorite holiday, he’s happy to do anything that makes you smile.

Jihoon

somehow remembers that you invited him to a party but forgets that it’s Halloween and he should be in costume. answers, “someone with an actual job” when anyone asks what he is supposed to be and is generally unhappy to be there until he finally finds you, and he can’t help but smile when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, more than a little drunk. He’s stuck to your side for the rest of the night, rolling his eyes and pretending to be annoyed, but when you hold his hand because you can’t seem to balance on your own, he doesn’t let go.

Minghao

You were convinced by your friend to work the horror festival despite the fact that you are a huge coward, but you spend the entire event hiding in your booth collecting tickets. You’re very tired by the end of the event and don’t notice the clown until it’s right in front of you and you scream except the clown takes off its mask and you find a very cute (and apologetic!) boy. He offers to repay you by buying you a late night dinner (which ends up being fast food because nothing else is open) and it’s only when he asks to do this again sometime that you realize it might have been a date.

Mingyu

“Anything as long as it’s not scary” is what he says when you ask what he wants to do for Halloween. You decide going to the festival they set up for kids is a safe choice until some kid dressed as Michael Myers jumps out of a bush and Mingyu trips trying to run away and nearly breaks his nose. The rest of Halloween is spent on the couch holding an ice pack to his nose with Mingyu apologizing for ruining the night. Cuddling with him (and the ice pack) on the couch, you aren’t really sure the night was ruined

Seokmin

Loves babysitting on Halloween, drags you to take his little nieces and nephews trick or treating and you can’t even be mad because he’s right the kids are adorable and seokmin is even cuter, asking what candy they got and groaning when it’s something healthy. You hold his hand and never want to let go, and catch yourself wondering what it would be like to do this with your own little kids

Seungkwan

Wants to go to the little festival for the hayrides, didn’t read the fine print that it’s a zombie hayride and was VERY confused when they handed him the paintball gun. Spends most of the ride clinging to your side and too scared to even think about shooting, regrets everything when you get off until he sees your grin and the slightly crazed look in your eyes after having a little too much fun shooting the zombies. Lets you pull him to ride it again but this time he just watches you have fun and maybe it isn’t quite so scary

Vernon

Somehow convinces you to do a horror movie marathon with him, even though you have told him over and over again that you are terrible with horror movies. Lets you hide in his shoulder for most of each movie and doesn’t get upset when you scroll through your phone through the rest of it, thanks you for sitting through it and listening to his film analyses at the end. He doesn’t complain when you call him every night to fall asleep to his voice because you can’t stop thinking about the movies (he hopes maybe by next year he can comfort you by his side instead of through the phone).

Chan

Someone (Jun) convinced him Halloween is the perfect time to confess and Chan decides doing it after the haunted house is the perfect idea (adrenaline highs and all that). He grabs your hand as soon as you and your friends escape, except you don’t realize that it’s Chan and think it’s a demon trying to drag you back and Chan ends up with a slap to the face (he says it’s okay you can just go on a date with him and he’ll call it even)

157 notes · View notes