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teymars · 5 months

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NSFW hc’s for the Sully men bc I am bored:

MDNI

General:

• They are each EXTREMELY fertile, pregnancy is almost inescapable when you’re with one of these boys.

• On top of being very fertile, they enjoy breeding their women more than anything, so cock-warming is a nonnegotiable.

• They have great stamina, allowing them to go round after round, ensuring they “fuck you properly”.

• They aren’t particularly vocal, (unless overstimulated) but the growling, grunting and whimpering in your ear never ceases.

• Major pleasure doms fs

• Think with their dicks more than anything (specifically Jake and Lo’ak)

• They enjoy scenting and marking their women in every way possible, even if it’s just leaving you full of leaking cum, to fend off other interested men.

Jake:

• He will happily be late to any of his duties if it means an opportunity to fuck you full.

• Is especially sensitive about you touching his jewels, the feeling of them swelling within your small grasp always has him keening.

• Won’t admit it aloud but he’s totally came untouched to the thought of you in lingerie, giving him a lap-dance.

• Hates when you hide your noises from him, he doesn’t give two shits if somebody is standing 5ft away, let them know you’re his.

• Likes to fuck around by grinding against you in public, not so subtly. He has no regrets when you’re all needy and wet for him by the evening.

• Enjoys littering your inner thighs with deep-purple marks, secretly hoping they are noticeable to other people later on.

• Uses his old camera to create some fun videos with you, mainly so he can fuck into his own fist whilst you’re busy.

• Craves nights where you beg him to be rough, sure he enjoys making slow tender love to you, but being able to use you as he pleases always excites.

Neteyam:

• Is a huge family guy, consistently keeping you bred and arguing that his heart will never be full enough of you and your ever-growing family.

• Prefers your muffled moans and gasps, he’d rather be the only man in the universe to hear such sounds from you, he can prove you are all his in so many other ways after all.

• He is always in favour of doggy-style. He’d never pass up the chance to mount and rut into you with all the energy he has. Simultaneously pushing your head into the cushions of your shared bed.

• He will lean over your shoulder and whisper the filthiest nothings, accompanied by licking your hot pulse-point, hoping to encourage copious amounts of slick from you to aid in his relentless pounding.

• Absolutely has a dick and tongue piercing. Though he may be a bit ashamed by his past foolishness, he soon figures the endless orgasms they produce from you are quite worth it.

• If he isn’t thinking tactically or about what his next meal will be (probably you), he’s planning all the positions he will put you in throughout the night.

• Gets especially needy in the mornings, often waking you up with the prodding of his swollen cock-head, at your already soaked entrance.

• Is especially sensitive on his tip, the way your walls squeeze and slide over it have him near cumming on the spot each time. When it pushes against the textures of your cervix though, he dives over the edge practically every time. (Good thing he’s got that endless stamina)

Bonus: • Will lazily thrust into you throughout the early morning, coaxing both your orgasms slowly before thrusting forward abruptly and emptying every last drop into your aching cunt, remaining there until he is 110% certain you’ll be giving him another child to cherish.

Lo’ak:

• Loves to sit and watch you fuck yourself with your fingers all evening, smirking consistently because he KNOWS his cock has ruined you for anything & anyone else.

• Will comfortably have a conversation with any family member over the comm devices, while fully sheathed inside your warmth.

• Will attempt to breed you anywhere, anytime regardless of who is around. That man has his priorities set fs.

• Fucking creams himself when you openly submit to him, wether it be through a suggestive “yes sir” or spreading yourself open upon your shared bed, ready for him.

• Bites onto your shoulder to muffle his increasing moans when your soft pussy becomes too much for him. The feeling of his cock’s ridges hooking into your wet walls only intensifying this.

• Most sensitive at his slit, the second you tease your delicate fingers or hot tongue along it, he is gone. His hips will be jolting as he fights to hold back an orgasm, succumbing to the tantalising feeling of your pinkie-finger pushing into his tiny slit, teasing him.

• Secretly wants nipple piercings but would never express that openly, he fears what will become of him the day you realise how stimulated his tits can get. Sticks to ear piercings instead and is yet to grasp how Neteyam dealt with the pain of piercing his own cock.

• Also unlike Neteyam, he is not as fussed about ensuring his bloodline carries on through the next 20 generations, BUT he does take pride in having a family with you and will never refuse breeding you so long as you’ll let him.

And that’s all, feel free to speak on any of your own hc’s!! 🩵

#atwow #sullymen #avatar 2 #neteyam #jake sully #loak sully #neteyam smut #loak smut #avatar #avatarmen #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #jake sully smut #avatar smut #headcanon #atwow fanfiction #avatar2 #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan

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lovings4turn · 4 months

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୭ 🗝️ ✧ ˚. 🪩 teas’n, pleas’n . . . (e.m)

— eddie is a man who possesses a lot of musical talent. luckily for you, his fingers’ capabilities extend far beyond plucking the strings of his prized guitar

+ contains: language, smut, afab!reader + fem nicknames

+ divider from cafekitsune

god, you were a terrible person.

eddie had been wanting to show this to you all day. he’d practically dragged you back to his trailer the second he’d picked you up, all so he could lead you into his bedroom and grab his precious guitar from her place on his wall.

despite his excitement, he’d taken the time to place a pillow against his headboard so that you would be comfortable as you watched him. the caring nature of his action made your heart swell, and the broad grin he’d shot your way as you sprawled out across his mattress only intensified that feeling.

now, as he stood a few feet away from you, mastering a particularly tricky riff with little difficulty but a lot of vigour, you couldn’t even focus on appreciating the sheer talent it took.

it’d probably taken him days, weeks, possibly even months, of endlessly listening to his 'dangerous toys' cassette and playing along, aiming to nail every last note. it wasn't only a means to impress the other members of corroded coffin, no; eddie’s main intention in learning the song was to impress you. and yet, you weren’t even fully paying attention to him.

instead, your eyes were locked on to the way eddie had pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, an expression you’d seen many times before, but under a very different circumstance. instead of gripping the neck of his guitar, his hand would typically be around your throat as he fucked into you fast and deep, filth spilling from his lips as he approached his high. it definitely didn’t help that his head was thrown back, exposing the curve of his neck and therefore the faint smattering of purple marks that you had left a few days prior.

his ring-clad fingers travelled up and down the guitar’s neck with such ease and dexterity, moving so fast it should be considered criminal, and the action made the deep blue veins of his arms and hands pop out beneath his skin. better yet, eddie’s eyes were closed, allowing you to continue your lustful admirations without the looming fear of being caught.

whilst eddie was no doubt running through the memorised tabs in his mind, you were picturing something a lot less pure. the guitar was the least of your concern, and you squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to create some sort of friction.

it was only natural for your mind to go somewhere else.

countless times before you’d seen eddie’s hands repeat similar movements between your legs, calloused fingers moving in and out of your cunt in just the right way to make you see stars. he was good with his hands and the smug little shit knew it, and god you had to stop thinking like this before you got too turned on.

for once, it seemed fate was on your side, as you managed to return to your senses just as eddie played the final few chords. his eyelids fluttered open to reveal those brown, doe eyes thar you adored so much. the smile on his face was impossibly infectious, causing your stomach to flip with a cocktail of love and guilt at his look of pure joy.

“well? what’d you think, sweetheart? am i on my way to becoming the next van halen?”

you grasped for something to say, begging that your mouth would form some appropriate response to his question, spit out a compliment that proved you were definitely paying attention to the music, and not to the way his hands would feel in between your thighs.

“hello?” eddie waved a hand in front of your face, soft chuckles escaping his lips. “earth to y/n. did y’like it babe?”

you blinked slowly, mind finally catching up to what eddie was asking you. before you could formulate a proper sentence, your mouth produced the first thing your muddled brain could think of.

“it was hot as fuck.”

shit.

that was not at all like what you wanted to say at all. the farthest thing from it, in fact. how hard was it to tell him it was impressive? curse your brain for being so impossibly horny right now.

eddie’s playful grin was quickly replaced by a smirk, the corner of his lip pulled up as he moved towards you. with a surprising amount of grace, eddie slotted himself in between your legs, lips ghosting over your own painfully.

just as you moved to connect your lips, to convey everything you had wanted to say to him before your mind has betrayed you, eddie pulled back with a tsk.

“ah, ah, not so fast. you weren’t paying attention to me, were you?” though teasing, his voice was laced with an undertone of incredulity.

though your mouth opened, you closed it almost immediately, floundering as you attempted to remain calm. your lack of a response told eddie everything he needed to know.

“huh. so, how about you tell me what exactly you were thinking about in that pretty little head of yours?”

you shook your head in an act of defiance, but it was no use. rough fingertips made contact with your chin, forcing your eyes to meet deep brown ones.

"don't get all shy on me now, sweetheart."

eddie's words were mocking, the corner of his lips quirked up into an amused smirk. yet, he was only human.

finally, his bitten lips pressed against your own. whilst one hand cupped your jaw, the metal of his rings cold against your flushed cheeks, the other dropped down to your chest, bunching up the fabric of your shirt.

his fingers moved tantalisingly slow, trailing from your navel down to the skin of your thigh. with a teasing purr, he grazed his hand against your dripping pussy before turning his attention to the other thigh. any attempt to mask just how much he was loving this had clearly failed - you could read him like a book.

"so fucking wet f'me, shit. been wanting it this the whole time, huh?"

all you could do was whine, bucking your hips up in an attempt to meet his hand. eddie merely tutted and swatted at the flesh of your thigh, shaking his head as he looked up to meet your eye.

"ah, ah, babe. you gotta ask for what you want." his hands trailed up and down your skin with a featherlight touch, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his warm palms. "want to hear you say all of the dirty little things you want me to do to you. i'm gonna fucking wreck you, princess."

you were in for a long night.

#.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s drabbles #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut

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mamaspeckles · 2 months

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SFW AND NSFW LUCIFER HEAD CANONS PLSLSLSLSSLSL

I am back!!! And kinda rusty with my writing ideas😭 god bless me because these headcanons are going to be crazy!!!

Lucifer SFW and NSFW Headcanons

CHARACTER IS OLDER THAN EARTH

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SFW

-Lucifer is an absolute sweetheart to you– his personality is so fatherly so he is bound to be kind and caring to everyone but the respect bar goes up when it’s for Charlie or you ·

-he goes out of his way to praise and compliment you even if it’s for basic deeds like cleaning up or taking care of yourself.

-Lucifer is surprisingly hard to fluster, any sort of affection or flirtatious banter you throw at him doesn’t really make him freak out or melt into your hands like putty.- minus his hard shell for your remarks he does enjoy complimenting you for your smarts and beauty. “You are so beautiful and strong minded my love~..you awe me!”

-if you tend to like flowers or perfumes as gifts, he is the perfect man for you. Lucifers favourite things to gift you are yellow, pink, or black tulips as swell as vanilla or midnight scented perfumes, he will always hand gift them to you when he gets the chance.

-this man loves making you laugh! He will pull any corny dad joke out just to make you snort and wheeze.

-lucifer will only call you honey, beautiful, or darling unless he is being stern with you.

-Lucifer is the supreme gentleman in public and behind closed doors. He will allow you to do the talking when you two spend time with each other- he finds allowing his lover to voice their opinion’s or pick the topic of conversation is the most One of the main respectful thing a man can do.

-he would straight up die if you asked him to make a rubber duck version of you- his face glowing up as he drags you into his work room and makes you watch him create a mini duck of you.

NSFW

--Lucifer never refers sex as ‘fucking’ but is the type of man to say and refer it to ‘making love’ , it’s not just ‘sex’ or ‘fucking’ to him- it’s deeper and more spiritual in his eyes- Unfortunately if you are impatient it’s a bad thing, Because making love with the king of hell means you will be waiting quite awhile for the first time between the two of you.- Lucifer doesn’t look for sweet release but rather for a sensual and spiritual connection whilst your bodies rub together.

-Lucifer undoubtedly possesses the mindset and a switch dynamic. While he does lean towards a more dominant nature, he is open to bottoming if you approach him with the request with curtesy.

-I can honestly see Lucifer a thing for BDSM. Nothing too extreme but more of the end of the stick type of kinks such as handcuffs, blindfold, hot and cold play, etc.

-Lucifer HATES using a condom. He even tends to forget to put one on/ He doesn’t want to stop in the heat of the moment just to wrap a rubber around what is supposed to bring life. And due to him despising Condoms he tends to pull of if you don’t want him finishing inside.

-this man got some good old angelic power if you know what I mean.. like this man’s stamina is crazy! Once he starts, he’s never stopping. Not until you are absolutely wrecked.

-Lucifer isn’t very loud, but he is vocal. Low grunts and gasps to say the least,sometimes a low desperate groan escapes his throat when he gets closer to an orgasm.

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This was actually so hard to write bruv…the NSFW part was SO HARDDDD😭 but anyways if you want more just request!(reblogs and liking it is appreciated btw)

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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Ah, I hope this isn't annoying, but I couldn't resist! I just read the request for the self-aware au, for a player who is actually a god and I really LOVED the idea!!! So if it's not too much trouble, could I ask for the exact same idea only with Ruggie, Riddle and Ace?

By the way, I love your blog and your work, I love your creativity!! ❤️❤️❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsebility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, obsessiveness, murder, blood, beheading, violence, death

My works are not meant to be taken seriously. Neither am I telling you in what kind of religion you are supposed to believe in.

Riddle Rosehearts/Ace Trappola/Ruggie Bucchi-Player is a real god

God of law and order

Oho, so we are actively trying to make him loose his mind (mhm good plan good plan)

I mean, come on, the Queendom of roses is a place I would rank “third-most-not-so-fluffy-relationship-with-you” and he grew up in there so what did you expect?

Something normal? Ha! You are making me laugh

But here we are, croquette master with a hedgehog in his hand in person, almost dropping his needely friend

But how did he even find out? Well… Leona. Leona and a lot of ink (you catching my drift, right?)

Things were looking south and everything was just so…. so… unruly

Mhm I can see how a God of law and order popped a blood vessel in that kind of situation

And whilst you aren’t some kind of being creating bloodshed and war getting hit by a rule book and whatever kind of abilities you have has to hurt

Also it was giving away who you truly were

I mean, yay? Now you have an (somehow possible) even more obsessive follower…

And they all wonder why he suddenly became so religious

Even if you are a more “chill” kind of entity concerning your field of work (the market of Gods is always having too little workers) he is still like “Nope Trey. Imma go pray to ruler number 168” or something like that

Like I said, religious

But oh dear heavens (u get it heavens in like… ok I’ll stop) someone disrespects you or tries to take his seat as “most devoted follower of the month”

Uh… he was in the mood for a “realistic” demonstration of how the Queen of Hearts would deal with annoyances

Just tell him that you are proud… otherwise I’m not sure that even the hedgehogs would tolerate him and his… rather red behaviour

God of trickery

Hmm… this one is kinda tricky

You see, he is from the Queendom of Roses but at the same time he is not powerful enough to do that much damage… with magic at least

When Ace found out that you were everything but a ordinary student you two were in a rather unhappy situation

I mean, either you make that huge glass thingy behind Riddle trip and fall or you can eat rose bush which it was swinging around like crazy… pick your poison

Ace isn’t the fatest tool in the shed but when you, a magicless student, suddenly used something akin to magic he knew that something was up

And who would have known, maybe if it wasn’t for the bad parenting of Riddles mother you may have hidden this until the day you would go separate ways

But oh well, seems like fate decided it wanted him to be religious

I mean, a God of trickery, something like that is perfect for him!

Not to mention that you are way more approachable than some God of law and order because who would want to follow such a stiff deity? (Jokes on you Ace but Riddle...)

Despite him being on the “chill, man” side I can also see a huge spike in religiousness in his personality

I mean, come on, it’s now literally proven with his own two eyes that God (or Gods) at least exist

You know that meme “he don’t but-YES IT DOES!” that’s him

My man just turns feral when someone dares to take your prescious attention and time away from him

Literally a menace, and not the peaceful kind

Before you know it he is asking you if you can help him dig holes for a “garden project”

In the middle of the woods. Aha. Totally believable

Well, all I can say is that Trey will probably miss the kitchen knife... yeah I would buy a new one and never use the old one again...

You know... Maybe the cake looks a bit red if he were blind and never noticed anything.... It's a “garden project”, ok? Let the man raise his Gladiolus, Aconitum, Lycoris and Chrysanthemum

God of kindness and equality

So we feeding the carnivores today? Sounds like a plan. Not a good one but at least it is one

Ruggie has always been someone who needed to clench his teeth and do stuff other people wouldn't do simply to have his basic needs fulfilled

So imagine you standing there one day, opening up that you are in truth literally the things he had been craving all his life for

Mhm, I am just had he doesn't have rabies. You could have fooled me with how aggressive he becomes towards new people (and also your own little circle to be honest) after finding that out

Here we are, Leona is dealing with his stuff in an unhealthy way and someone needs to step up and bring him down to earth again

But imagine his surprise that you were actually the good of kindness after you slapped our local lion who may or may have not escaped from the Zoo next door back into reality (and out of his doom)

After he spends even more time with you it starts to make sense thought

Even though he is the closest person to Leona which could be used for someone's benefit people still tend to be at least wary of him because... well broken bones hurt, you know?

But here you are, holding out your hand to him, offering him your kindness and friendship

Though you could have said “marry me” because win his eyes that is exactly what you did

And who is he to say no to such an perfect being literally being from heaven (or whatever higher place)

He is scratching, biting, kicking and using all the dirty tricks in the book just to keep you alone, isolated and all for himself

Of course he won't do that in front of you, he isn't a monster! Such a pure and perfect being lime you doesn't need to witness such a thing!

If you thought that Diasomnia is already bad then I would say yes, he is only a teeny tiny bit better than them

Why? Oh well, he doesn't have the magical or physical strength to start a war

That doesn't mean he won't leave you alone

Oh no

You will spend somewhere the rest of the time he exists in a small in the middle of nowhere thinking that everyone despises you

He has a way with words (and sharp, suspiciously red teeth) you know?

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power-up-girl · 21 days

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a little one shot on the great smiling critters space riders au created by none other than the one and only @onyxonline

Inspired by this post

Catnap's aroace panic...

The riders returned after an amazing totally not hideous mission with yet another one of the poor victims of the prototype cult,

She was a poor mid aged grizzly bear, she was hysterical half an hour ago, until bobby sedated her, the bear felt sympathy towards the lady.

Later on , when they arrived, bobby and crafty took the lady to get started with her therapy, whilst bubba and piggy went to fill in some reports about the mission, the only ones left were the field riders aka dogday, catnap, kicken , and hoppy,

They decided upon going to the eating area , one might call it the cafeteria, as they sat down on one of the tables after they ordered their meal , hoppy spoke.

" man, that was a mission alright!, I am exhausted! " She sighed, kicken then replied

" yeah , so much for it being an investigation mission... " came out the strained voice of kicken , as he placed his forehead on the table , just hoping to rest.

Dogday just giggled at his teammate's antics,

" oh come on guys , it wasn't all that bad !, other than almost getting our heads blasted , or falling of that cliff and getting stuck in the quick sand , it was smooth! " His friends gave him either a 'seriously?' face or ' WTF? ' face, he then laughed nervously while rubbing his arm, then he sighed,

" alright, maybe you're right , it was a total bust, but we still succeeded in it! " He smiled, putting his hands on his hips, his friends sighed fondly while shaking their heads with a small smile on their faces all together,

" our meal seems to be taking a while... " hoppy raised an eyebrow while glancing over to the counter.

" yeah ... , they seem busy too , no wonder it's taking time " kicken turned his head to side to look at the staff , head's still on the table ,

// I'll go check it out // signed catnap as he walked over to crowed ,

Turns it wasn't a crowd waiting for their meal , it was some staff and riders watching , as a rider was flirting with the staff, so catnap made his way over and shooed everyone away, and he then tapped the rider on his shoulder and sigined,

// could you please stop flirting with the staff ?, some of us are waiting for their food.. //

he didn't wait for the rider to answer as he turned to the staff and nodded them t to continue their work , and they quickly did,

but the rider didn't leave him, and did the one thing he shouldn't have.

" well if you were just jealous you could've said so , .. darling ~ " he then took nap's hand and kissed it,

Catnap's hair stood up and he froze, a look of pure horror replaced his calm features, and the rider thought it was a sign that he was right in what he said and proceeded to continue his flirtting

" so I was right then!, but who am I to turn down such a gorgeous face like yours ~ " the rider purred seductively, then he placed his other hand on the cat's waist,

Meanwhile the other three were chatting as they waited for catnap to come back, dogday ,fortunately glanced to check on his bestie and saw what was happening, he quickly got the attention of the other two, and pointed at the scene, kicken then whistled and said,

" looks like naps, finally got himself someone ! " He chuckled, hoppy chuckled alongside him, dogday smiled but felt something was wrong, the three forgot their cat friend was aroace at the moment, as they watched the show from afar ,

Catnap felt a shiver go up his spine, as the rider looked at him , he forgot how to sign and felt as if his throat was clogged!, he quickly looked over to his friends and judging by their expressions they saw his distress ,

As catnap looked towards them , they knew that he wasn't by any means enjoying it one bit, and suddenly the realization hit them like a wall of bricks , they remembered he was aroace and what he's having right there is an aroace panic,

' oh shit !.. ' they thought at the same time and looked at eachother as they looked back at catnap , they saw the rider leaning in for a kiss !?!,

That was the last straw and catnap did what he was supposed to do the very first time the rider touched him,

He screamed, a scream full of absolute terror, and he quickly pushed himself away from the rider and yelled,

" WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU !?!! , STAY AWAY FROM ME !! , AND DON'T TOUCH ME AGAIN !! " Catnap yelled at the rider and let out a venomous hiss, and quickly walked away to his friends ,

They were looking at him with a worried look as he sat down and hugged himself,

" are you ok naps? " Dogday asked softly, he wanted to place his hand on his bestie's shoulder but he could clearly see that catnap doesn't want to be touched,

// just great.. // he signed shakily and rubbed his arms

" where's bobby when you need her ?" Kicken sighed heavily ,

" hey it's ok ! , we can beat that asshole for ya ! " Hoppy said as she cracked her knuckles,

' no leave him be ' catnap whispered, knowing his hands are still shaking , his friends heard the crack in his voice and looked at eachother trying to figure out what to do,

" it's ok to be scared catnap!, all of us have our own kinds of panic, take me for an example, I had a bi panic a couple of times !" Dogday said trying to make his friend feel better ,

" yeah!, what he said!, and besides you have us as your friends! " Kicken beamed , as he pointed at himself in (us) part,

" we will be there for you !, we'll always have you back ! " Hoppy smiled widely,

As the three said that they quickly warped catnap in a hug , and he smiled , grateful to have friends like them,

' thanks guys, you're the best ' he whispered instead of signing not because he was shaking, but because his friends were hugging him,

As they were hugging the rest of the gang came, and first one to speak was bobby,

" awwww, this is so adorable! " She smiled and went in to join the group hug too followed by crafty and piggy then bubba,

As they parted bubba asked,

" what was the hugging all about?? " He asked curious,

" oh , it was just a friendly group hug " dogday replied, as he knew this is something catnap decides to share,

Finally their meal arrived and they ate and laughed and chatted until it was time to go

|The end|

Hope you liked it!

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ye-local-simp · 2 years

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Can i have a monalike reader? Like.. She has a hydro vision with the same outfit and attacks and all, i wanna see what would the heartsybul members do! Especially for riddle like for example when grimm tried burning the place down the reader immediately used her vision and i think it would be cool if whenever we used attacks and we weren't in our attack outfit then it would automatically change to our attack outfit! (talking about mona from genshin)

Don't worry!!! I've seen your other request

[With a Mona like S/o]

[RIDDLE,LEONA,AZUL,KALIM,VIL]

Riddle:

-You can say he is intrigued by you.

-Your powers were a bit more unique that others in the Twisted Wonderland.

-Like you had a "vision" but magic is magic and you were helpful at the entrance ceremony after Grimm practically almost burned everyone down.

-When he first saw your outfit, poor man was blushing so much that you thought that he would die right there.

-Mostly because he didn't expect it since you just had your uniform on a second ago.

-When you told him about your love for astronomy, he could be any more happier.

-You actually have a goal and hobby in tour life and the two troublemaking freshmen might be able to learn something from you.

-which would save him a lot of stress.²

Leona:

-To be honest, he basically slept through the entrance ceremony so he didn't really get the chance of actually seeing you in action.

-But after Ruggie told him about what you did either from what he had seen or rumours, he was a bit curious about you.

-The fact that you had no nature of a soul but you had very useful powers brought up questions for him.

-When he finally did have the chance to actually speak to you, he probably asked about your "vision".

-When you tell him, it starts to make so much sense to him.

-When your outfit changed for the first time, he was confused, but when he saw the outfit, he definitely didn't shy away from commenting on it.

-When he realised that you were into astronomy he brought you to the botanical garden for a stargazing date.

-Mostly because it is just perfect for the two of you, he would sleep under the stars next to you in his favourite sleeping spot whilst you point at all the constellations you can see from there since the botanical garden has a clearer view of stars.

Azul:

-Probably the most curious of the whole bunch.

-Most of the water based powers were given to the mermen and mermaids.

-Especially when it comes to being the essence of your soul.

-Even though, the Dark Mirror already told you that the nature of your soul was empty, he still believed that you were definitely connected to water somehow.

-Especially after seeing the action you brought in the entrance ceremony with Grimm.

-Yeah, his cheeks definitely started to flush when he saw the outfit though.

-I mean-he has seen many mermaids in his life and they wear skimpy outfits but seeing it on you just took his breath away.

-Physically and Metaphorically

-When you meet him, he asked about your powers at some point and you just tell him as it is:that you had a "vision" and you weren't from this world so you probably didn't have am essence here as you're not supposed to be here anyway.

-If you tell him that you were an expert in astronomy, you would probably give a big business idea like making astronomical-looking drinks.

Kalim:

-He already liked you at the entrance ceremony.

-Mostly because of how you extinguished the fire that Grimm was creating.

-And because you extinguished the fire on his butt.

-But he did try to understand your power; how can you have no essence of magic and yet have a water magic.

-He was probably the only one to actually go up to you and ask straight-forwardly.

-Of course, you tell him the truth and his face basically becomes this :0.

-He does really notice the outfit change at first but he does notice it at some point and doesn't make a big deal out of it.

-Yes, he finds you attractive but he obviously doesn't want to come across as rude or annoying to others so he just gives a few compliments on your outfit and just treats you as normal.

-He likes your conversations about astronomy since he never really looked into space before; however even if you were a boring person, he would still enjoy talking to you.

Vil:

-He also wondered about you after the entrance ceremony.

-You managed to stop chaos and a fire with water magic after being told by the dark mirror that you had no magic.

-Straight after realising you have magic,he realises your outfit.

-As a Model, he already has seen a lot of skimpy outfits but seeing you wear them in combat somehow made him feel flustered with curiosity and love.

-Of course this will raise questions for him but as a model, he cant be seen as desperate or lovey dovey with someone very openly and he just figured that you two will meet at some point.

-Soon enough, you two actually do have a reason to meet when the SDC was announced and they'd stay at Ramshackle.

-He had to obviously get to know you before he bombarded you with questions to not give you the "I'm a creepy guy aura".

-Especially since he has a crush on you.

-Nonetheless, he still got the answers from you and he doesn't really regret asking.

-After a while, he notices that you are actually interesting to talk to as well as you having a lot of knowledge on astronomy.

-He would definitely ask you from time to time when his fans mention zodiac signs, etc.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #twst fluff #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #dorm leaders x reader #vil x reader #riddle x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #kalim x reader

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shawty-writes-a-little · 7 months

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From Eden 4.

[part1] [part2] [part3] [part 4]

darkling x brekker!reader

summary: feelings are heavy

word count: 3k

warnings: S2 shadow and bone, ep5 intoxication dreams, heavy angst, LONGING, English is not my first language x

An: I WILL update more frequently I PROMISE I PROMISE I PROMISE and NO this has nothing to do w that angry from Eden anon, but hey fucko if you’re reading this I still love you

Despite of what y/n promised Kaz, she knew she wouldn’t entirely stick to her word. For somebody who grew up in ketterdam honour was just another grey line ready to get bent to one’s will. Besides high ground all mighty morals isnt what Kaz raised her with anyways, she knew that if she planned to cross what she promised Kaz it’d be a reflection of perhaps just the way he raised her. At the moment she told herself frankly anything as they traveled for quest of the Neshyener, some of her big brother’s words did drip through her mind in a way, could it be she was that naive? Was she a pawn in Aleksander’s game, perhaps a useless one but still someone whose emotions he had amusement toying with? No. That could not be, Kaz didn’t have half a mind to know what he was speaking of and y/n knew Aleksander better than that. He wasn’t the best of men, he had his traits but he had always been a great lover to her per se and that is what mattered.

Pulling out of her thoughts when Tolya approached the three talking about how they should pray for their dead and what not, the rest where praying for their dead whilst Kaz, Jesper, wylan along with y/n stood on the side. Them not praying wasn’t a blasphemous just not that heavy on faith. Especially Kaz and Y/n. “We don’t have to worry about our dead, y/n here can well enough resurrect them.” Kaz taunted.

Most of the time y/n would talk back but she knew better than to create a scene again, “If I pay you will you shut up?”

Kaz scoffed, the source of their money was same nonetheless “How much and the answer is no regardless”

Choosing not to answer to kaz’s remarks y/n parted ways with a simple “I’m with wylan and Jesper” despite of whoever Kaz had planned to group her with, she didn’t give him time to answer as she paced with the two with slumped shoulders and crossed arms. Kaz doesn’t get to pick and choose what’s right and what’s not for everybody, all the time. She thought to herself grumpily, alternatively Kaz gestured Jesper to keep an eye on her, he believed he had lost y/n to the darkling’s manipulation for a long time—she’d be angry and whiny about his restrictions and ways but Kaz wouldn’t loose another one of his siblings to their nativity.

As much as y/n wanted to be present for the crows, in the plans and their ongoing troubles as well, she sensed something off between wylan and jesper she didn’t want to pry wylan and Jesper couldn’t get alone time with y/n to tell her about it, so in all it was just filling awkward silences with small talks. She could deduct it was probably some argument. It seemed petty as an outsider of someone’s relationship but she recalled being in that position once.

She went through it all once. The days spent with Aleksander hauntingly found his way back to y/n’s mind. She’d avoid sleeping so what she assumed was her own mind tormenting her with his dreams would stop. ‘But can’t you see I’m right here?’ ‘The saints couldn’t get me to leave you…’ ‘I am not leaving you, my world, I’m leaving neither.’ It felt frustrating thinking about those dreams where he said he hadn’t left and then reality struck that he actually hadn’t. Did they mean anything? Was the Aleksander in her dreams real?

If so, she was furious. Furious at the man who claimed to love her to ends and had her believe he had died. He wronged an entire nation and didn’t even tell her that. Conversations with him prior to it all came back like cold and sharp ocean waves. He’d talk of a greater tomorrow for Ravaka, everyday he’d work tirelessly camps to camps tracking one artefact to another. Not that he didn’t tell her about it, they would have lengthy conversations but y/n would’ve never thought he would be expanding the fold just like that. The signs were perhaps always there. It was rather wrong of her to be oblivious to it, she was the only person Aleksander was that open to. Maybe if she loved him less she could’ve known what he was capable of.

He’d told her of all wrong that was done by his hands, she foresaw them, lost them in the story of the boy she told him, the boy travelling town to town raised on a wretched fate. Y/n knew what it was like to grow up in burning houses, the flames never really leave you. She maybe didn’t condone what he did but she never even asked herself that. She didn’t want to at the time. Kaz’s words ‘Manipulated by your beloved monster’ made her glum thinking was he right? Surely not, the man who’d raise wars would come into her arms like the sweetest gift of life. His shoulders relaxed only in the moments he’d have his arms around her. The man who didn’t speak more than orders and council meetings would talk to y/n about his past, for a stoic man his love was ever so evident for her even amongst other people—gesture of his hand on the small of her back, his eyes scanning for a certain woman in the crowd, married…they were almost married. How could he possibly manipulate her? His love that intense like of a raging storm why wouldn’t Kaz understand that?

Aleksander did a bad thing, evil even. Her Aleksander, a traitor, rebel, the villain to them all, most dangerous thing but they don’t know how the most dangerous thing used to laugh. How he used to love. How he does, but y/n isn’t so sure if she could reciprocate it that way anymore. She knows she shouldn’t. She knows she shouldn’t even be thinking about him the way she did as of now. No.

Y/n has promised kaz and she had promised herself, she wouldn’t associate with him no more. He kept his motives hidden from her once and he could again if he succeeded. The world was against him for a reason. All the torment he inflicted wasn’t justifiable by her. She’d see him one of these days, for one last time and then wash her hands of him. He could live out his days in the wild or create a house of a fold for himself and she wouldn’t bother to care. It broke her heart not to care for Aleksander but she didn’t know any other way. She knew what she told Kaz but she promised not to go back to Aleksander, she won’t. Y/n will have to confront him once, she thought about it a lot, what it would be like, hold him by the collar and demand an explanation. Wish him the worst, bid him goodbye and then wash her hands of him.

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With sundown y/n became more and more clearer of her thoughts. Firm she will close the chapter that was Aleksander. Currently she stood alongside Kaz as the crowd towered tolya who explained the map of inside the house. Kaz’s plan was to sweep from all sides for the neshnyar, as y/n attempted to accompany wylan Kaz yanked her back by his cane, “Remember what you promised?”

“That literal?” Y/n groaned about her promise to ‘not leave kaz’s sight’ straightening her clothes. That evening took a low turn actually. The metal doors clung close with a pang just in a few moments they were in. The red gas flew out of the walls of the small room they were trapped in, faster than they could register what was happening.

“So this is how we die” Jesper’s shaky voice was first to admit what everyone else was thinking. Y/n struggled against the metal doors still, thankfully her optimism didn’t run out before she dropped to the ground unconscious.

The air felt crisp against her skin as the gigantic window crept open. She remembered these chambers. They were the ones she shared with Aleksander back at little palace. Y/n found herself in a dress, even the dress she recognised. Before she looked in the mirror she could reckon the fabric, it was her wedding dress. Unsure how to feel about it she just stared at her reflection. Is this after life? Is this a dream? Or perhaps a nightmare? Is it real? Four striking questions she didn’t bother to look an answer for as she stared at herself. Before everything happened, she’d never really got to try on her wedding dress. She chose the fabric and the pattern and the work on it but things went south faster than the designers worked. With the fete there was barely any time for trial. But as she saw herself in the moment it was exactly like she’d imagined, never too big on fancies but it was her wedding dress. Even her hair was done so perfectly she could make no sense of what was happening. It felt so confusing and endearing at the same time. Finally looking away from her dress her eyes fell on the note by the mirror desk which read ‘The Gardens.’ In a handwriting she was afraid she recognised.

Picking up the hem of the dress she walked out the room, down the long stair case she rushed to find an explanation for which state of being she was in. The opening to the gardens were enlaced with flowers and veils. When she finally came to the gardens she found entire area decorated as though celebration of the biggest event ever. Benches surrounded what seemed like a wedding altar, above hanged the most gorgeous garlands of bright flowers with dark organzas draped in a beautiful pattern. Each and every little detail was a conversation she remembered having with Aleksander from when they planned their wedding. In awe of the scene as she try to take in everything along with the sunset over the horizon, two hands pulled her back by her waist. Before she registered being alarmed, the instinct was replaced with that of warmth. Warmth she held very dear. “Why hello, my love” Aleksander spoke as he rested his head by crook of her neck giving her shoulder a gentle peck.

“Aleksander” Y/n said and turned to face him, she wanted to make sense of what it was that was happening but she truly didn’t want to. Maybe she is already dead but she was the happiest perhaps accepting whatever this was. She had so many questions to ask but the sight of his face, in his wedding attire, first time since the ship, first time since her strange dreams were it was just bargain, blame and endless arguments, y/n overcame the urge to punch him and show how cross she was, how much her hurt her, she just wrapped her arms around him, leaping into him as he carried her off her feet and hugged her tightly in his arms almost as if she wouldn’t exist if he let her go.

This felt like his luckiest moment, “and they say it’s a bad omen to see your bride before the wedding” he joked letting her out of his arms but still holding her close. “You look heavenly.”

“What-uh what is this?” Y/n asked finally, she could gather it was a wedding perhaps there but how so? What time of the year even was it? Plus they had so many hurdles to overcome before actually getting married.

“It’s our wedding day!” He exclaimed as he replied to her and gently caressed her face with a smile on his face. He moved his head to the side gesturing her to look around, the decorations, the empty guest benches, the wedding attires.

“But…how? How did we get here? Did we even tell everybody?” Y/n asked still not convinced that this could be real, a faint voice in the back of her head did tell her none of this was remotely real.

“We did, the guests will be here any minute.” Aleksander said “I just wanted to see you once…for myself.”

Y/n couldn’t help but smile at his irresistible little gesture to see her before the wedding all for himself. They were about to get married, together for an eternity, yet he couldn’t spare a few moments even. “And Kaz?”

“You know how your brother is, he was upset, really upset for a while. But he came around. Doesn’t he always?” Aleksander explained as he held his beloved’s hands in his.

His mannerisms of holding her hand so tightly desperately want to see her. Kaz coming around like he always did. Scene of the wedding. It all felt so strikingly real. This is perhaps exactly how their wedding would be. This was real. Maybe what happened before all of this was just a terrible terrible dream. Believing that y/n leaned forwarded and kissed her husband to be. Omens he damned. He kissed her back holding her face with his hand and his free arm by her waist securing her tightly in his arms.

Y/n pulled away for a moment to look at him, the setting sun behind her casted light orange hue on her lover’s face and she wanted to be reassured he was here. This was real. This was happening. However the voice said otherwise. It was everyone’s voice all at once.

“You abandoned me! You died…you made promised-you-I loved you..I-I love you! And you aren’t here you died you’ve left me”

“—I’m here aren’t I?”

"If it isn't the wedding bells I hear!"

"That monster of yours you almost married wasn't sabotaging your life?!"

"Manipulated. He manipulated you. You dimwit.”

Every conversation, every dream, everyone’s voices were echoing so loud it shambled the walls of her intoxicated dream. She pulled away from Aleksander sharply and put her hands over her ears to silence everything she wanted to be a bad dream but was reality. Aleksander put his arms around her to support her as she knelt to the ground he crouched down next to her not wanting to leave her side for a moment.

“This…this isn’t real.” Y/n told herself more than she told Aleksander. This isn’t real. It made her want to cry because this actually was her dream, to marry Aleksander and no body is cross with her. Her dream was dying. “This isn’t real-“

“Y/n” he cooed forcing her frantic eyes to look back at him, “look at me my love.” He said and his voice was so full of love and fragility Y/n wanted to cry that this wasn’t real. It was perhaps a stark foreshadowing what her dream would be like in reality, she could be in her wedding dress with her beloved and yet feel like crying. Because that dream would never be hers. “This could be real. It almost was. For a long time it almost was real, wasn’t it? It never occurred to you even four months ago that this couldn’t be, that we couldn’t be. Why now?”

“Aleksander…” she wept in her hands, how was she to explain to her hopeless lover of a conscious which conversed to her in form of Aleksander.

“Do you not want this?” He asked, his eyes scanning every hint of assurance on her face desperately wanting just one answer.

“Yes” she breathed out as tears ran down her face but she knew the ‘but’ after that yes was a big and unavoidable one. However unpleasant it was. “But it’s different now…”

“How is it? How is it any different y/n? Are you not the same woman who’d house a wretched soul that is mine…like you always did? The dreams we share…would you not house it any more?” He asked.

“Yes…yes I—I would Aleksander…” but I simply can’t, not after what you did. Y/n held back from saying because she didn’t want to admit it to herself.

“Then please, be it, be my home, be my solace, I’m out there leading a fight by myself and I always have until you—you. Please fight y/n. Fight for us. Don’t loose hope in us so soon…don’t wash your hands of us. Promise me you won’t?” He asked as he held her hands like the only thing in the world but she did not have anything to say as she stared at him. Eyes so full of hope but it was just the face of her own conscience. She did not have the heart to promise him anything nor did she have the capacity to stomach their love. She…missed him. But she didn’t want to anymore. That idea in itself was painful, very painful.

All that turmoil was over as a bigger one took place, gaining consciousness. Y/n woke up gasping for air as her mouth tasted like the worst thing she’d ever tasted. Familiar faces around her sighed in relief as she coughed her way out of almost death.

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They got what they were there looking for. The neshyenyer. However y/n just got more frustrated how could her feelings remain so disoriented? She hated how she felt, she hated Aleksander but she wanted to love him to the end of her days but she knew that wasn’t possible anymore. She hated how Kaz still saw her as someone not capable to make rational decisions on her own and she wanted to prove him wrong but she didn’t know where she stood.

Furthermore as they walked out in the barren fields, Kaz tried to talk to y/n for a moment as they were loading the carriage but she dismissed him for later. Perhaps his intoxicated dream was eye opening too but y/n couldn’t handle it at the moment. Torment that her feelings and the dream she just had inflicted heavy upon her.

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HIIIIIIII god I love this plot SO much at this point I’m just writing for myself😭

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MY FRIENDS REACTION TO THE TOP GUN (1986) REACTION POST

In case you don't know what I'm talking about: I made a post a while ago of gems my friend said whilst watching Top Gun (1986) for the first time. I showed her the post, and she created even more gems about Top Gun derived from what she said originally! I'd suggest you read the other post, because some are references to prior gems. Enjoy!

"TOM CRUISE IS OLD, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE?"

"I said that? Jesus, I have the memory of a fish." (About: "Did he really need to be in his underwear for this conversation?")

"I DID COMMENT ON THE VOLLEYBALL SCENE!" "I distinctly remember laughing about you not saying anything." "I said 'Ah yes, the hetero scene that actually looks really gay.' Because it does. How the fuck are you gonna play sports looking like a hot piece of ass without looking gay? You're not supposed to be hot! Especially in volleyball. Why did they choose volleyball to make them look hot? You're supposed to slap that fucking ball, not be like 'hahaha look at me, I'm so dainty and pretty.' THAT'S GAY!"

"I'm only stating the obvious, these people should already know this."

"Iceman is the gayest in the entire movie."

"No! Actually, it's his plane buddy. His plane buddy is the gayest." "... Mind telling me why?" "He always says that he has a hard on."

"OH MY GOD THEY COULD BE EXES! It's not possible he always has a hard on. I KNOW IT'S AN EXPRESSION IN THE UNITED STATES BUT IT'S NOT POSSIBLE. They've definitely hooked up. Not in the movie, I think it was before he met Maverick, but there's no doubt."

"You wouldn't say that you have a hard on to just anyone."

"And I didn't even look anything up, I just watched the movie."

"I don't think it's possible to surpass the gayness in Top Gun."

(Upon being informed that Slider was not, in fact, the one with the hard on) "HE'S NOT? Oh, then it has nothing to do with Iceman. But I still think that they (Hollywolf) had something, that's the dynamic that I got the gay vibe from."

"I bet both of the actors are blond, or whatever." (shakes head) "I don't give a shit."

"It's not my fault the NPC's look like the protagonist!"

(Scrolling through the Icemav tag on tumblr) "There's a lot of fanart. A lot of fanart of them making out."

"Only the superiors aren't gay in this movie."

"Making out in a corner, having a fling with the best friend, there's definitely one of those somewhere in the middle."

"Oh look! More fanart of them making out."

"Even the handsome guy that seems like a protagonist but is actually an NPC looks gay! He has that gay vibe, I don't know." (Reminder: This a reference to the phrase "He's to handsome to be a rando!" This man had like 2 minutes of screen time on the Enterprise at the start of the movie, and a little at the end during the Layton Rescue. 2 min might be an exaggeration.)

BONUS: Reaction to Quentin Tarantino discussing Top Gun in "Sleep With Me" (1994)

(Silence for 30 seconds) "I... agree with everything he said... but I'm in shock."

I never... thought a straight man would say so much gay shit in three minutes.... but he's right."

"That part where he says about the girl, Maverick's chick, dressing up like a guy, I hadn't noticed. He's a genius."

"When he says 'STARFIGHT! STARFIGHT!' I don't know if he was crazy, high or hallucinating."

"Them screaming 'STARFIGHT! STARFIGHT!' looked like they were on crack. And they were just talking about a movie."

"If a military movie ever happens to be openly gay, it'll become a whore house."

"And the worst part is that he convinced the dude! My guy just watched Top Gun for fun..."

EXTRAS (The original language all of the phrases were said in was Portuguese. I had to translate all of them. You're welcome.):

"How am I going to translate 'Puteiro'?" "Aren't there any prostitutes in the United States?" (I went with "Whore House")

"How am I going to translate 'se pegaram'?" "There's a word for it in English, I forgot it.... eeeehhhh" "Hooked up?" "I meant to say that they fucked, but sure." "'Hooked up' can mean sex." "It can? Great, use that then!"

"How many phrases are there? I'm scared. I don't remember the atrocities I said."

My friend, who fueled this entire post: @annonimouslesbian

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Relationship: Scarlett x Singer Reader

Summary: Y/n and Scarlett broke up when their relationship couldn't over come the difficulties both of their careers posed. Both realising what they're missing, can they find their way back to each other?

Word Count: 4354

Y/N’s POV:

It had been a year since Scarlett Johansson, and I had broken up. She was the love of my life, the woman I thought I would marry, have kids, and spend the rest of my life with. But life had other plans. It wasn’t a messy break up. No one cheated or fell out of love. We were both just in a point in our life where our careers were restricting us being able to spend quality time together. We were right for each other but it wasn’t the right time.

So, although it broke our hearts, we decided the best thing was to end it before we got bitter and angry at each other. We agreed to stay friends, but I was heart broken and any time we spent together felt like a dagger to my heart knowing that I would never have her again. As time went on, our work schedules made even meeting up as friends difficult and we eventually stopped seeing each other.

Whilst Scarlett was away filming a number of Marvel films, I had been completing my latest album followed by a world tour. I didn’t deal with the breakup well at all. I started to isolate myself and focus all my efforts on work. As time went on, I started to fall into a depression. I struggled to do the simple things and, without realising it, I had let own selfcare go. I was struggling to sleep and was not eating well. But I couldn’t see it.

The world tour was tough. We had so many shows, it felt like we were constantly travelling to the next venue. Although, at the time, I was happy as it meant I was never on my own too long with my own feelings, it took a toll on me.

Eventually I broke. I felt like I couldn’t go on anymore as I had. I was so unhappy and I had lost all motivation to continue writing and I just didn’t see a way out of my darkness. The day after we landed back in LA, I had a meeting with my team to discuss what I would be doing next. I turned up at the office sat down and listened as they ran off a list of possible projects I could work on whilst starting another album.

“I think I’m done.” I spoke up when they finished their proposals. “Sorry, what do you mean Y/n?” Laura, my manager asked with a concerned look on her face. “I can’t carry on doing this. I used to love singing and performing, but now I feel that I’ve created a world where I no longer have control. A world where I’m unhappy, losing the people I love.” There was a silence in the room as I spoke. Shook was evident on all of my teams faces.

“I think for now, I need to take at least take a break. Refocus my life as I feel like I am losing myself. Maybe I’ll find the passion again to come back, but right now, if I carry on, I’m scared it will destroy me.” I was struggling to keep control of my emotions. It was sat here that I realised just how lost I had gotten and how deep I had fallen into a depression.

I was expecting my team to challenge me back, encourage me to do one more project, one more album. But they didn’t. As I observed their faces, they looked sad, they pitied me. Laura gave the rest of the team a signal to leave us as she stood to join me on the sofa. “You don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that.” She said taking my hand in hers.

I looked up at her shocked at her response. “What do you mean?” I asked with a confused look on my face. “Y/n, first and foremost you are my friend before my client. I’m angry at myself that it took me nearly a year to realise how much you were struggling. But when I did, I was scared that you would push yourself too hard and to a place you wouldn’t find your way back from.” As she spoke, I looked at her face, it was soft and loving, giving me comfort.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked. She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. “I considered it a lot. But I was scared that I would push you away to a point I wouldn’t be able to help you. I decided to monitor you during the last concerts and then bring it up with you when we got home.” I nodded, understanding her reasoning. She was right, I probably would have lashed out and pushed her away.

“What do you think you’ll do next?” She asked with genuine interest. “Not sure, maybe move back home to the UK, though my friends are all here. I don’t really have family back there anymore. But first I think I need to just work on me. Try and focus on getting my head and health right. Then I can think what next.” I was proud of myself that I was recognising I needed help and part of that was putting me first.

“I think that’s a very mature decision. Just know, I will be here for you every step of the way. You need anything, you just let me know, in work or your personal life ok.” I smiled as she spoke and pulled her in to a big hug. Suddenly I relief had washed over me. “I’ll put out a press release this afternoon to announce that you’ll be taking a prolonged break for personal reasons. I know you hate the press prying, so the soon we get this done, the quicker it’ll be over with and you’ll be old news.”

I nodded in agreement. I knew I wouldn’t be able to just slip away from the limelight, it would create a worse reaction with rumours and the paparazzi chasing me around trying to work out what was going on. I knew these next few weeks would be difficult, but I was finally doing what was right for me.

After a couple of months, the attention on me had died down, and I was able to focus on getting myself in a better place. I still was struggling mental, but I was taking better care of myself. I made sure I was eating properly and started to work out again. It actually became a good release for me when I was feeling overwhelmed.

I had decided that I wanted to buy a bar. I wanted to create a place where I could have live music, giving up coming acts a chance to perform. It took about a month, but I did it. I helped me to focus on something positive. I spent the time sorting out exactly what I wanted the bar to be and was so happy to be opening ‘Spotlight’.

It proved to be a great success. Every Friday and Saturday night I would be at full capacity. We had some fantastic bands and artists perform and even had a few of them be signed up from gigs at the bar. I spent most evenings there waiting behind the bar. I found a peace in the change of pace to what my life had been.

Eventually I started writing music again and would do a small set every Thursday before one of the main acts would play. Without the pressure of writing to deadlines and performing endless concerts, I found the passion again for what I had once loved.

It was now 15 months since Scarlett and I broke up. I was in a place that my career didn’t dictate where I would be or what I would be doing. I considered contacting her, I missed her in my life. Not just as my girlfriend, but as my best friend. But before I could, I saw that she had started dating Colin Jost from SNL. She was happy now and I didn’t want to ruin that for her.

I still felt the heart ache, I knew it would never truly leave, as to me she was my soulmate. But I didn’t let that pain drown me anymore. Perhaps one day I might be able to move on myself. But for now, I think I’m happy.

Scarlett’s POV:

I was a complete mess when Y/n and I broke up. To this day I regret ever suggesting that maybe we just weren’t right for each other due to our careers. I don’t think I have ever loved anyone as much as I loved her. The little time we did spend together was incredible. I couldn’t be happier. Now I’m just sad all the time. Thankfully I’m filming three Marvel films pretty close together so I’m able to throw myself into work.

I kept my eye on what Y/n was doing and even went to her concert when she visited Atlanta. I so badly wanted to call her up and say I wanted to see her. But I didn’t, scared that she would just reject me after I broke her heart.

I’m currently sat in my trailer dealing with work emails when Lizzie comes bursting through my door. “There’s a thing called knocking you know!” I scold towards her as she plonks herself on the sofa opposite me, out of breath. “Oh, come on, it’s not like I would have walked in on anything I shouldn’t.” She responded. I didn’t have the energy to argue so I just let it be.

“So, what’s so urgent that it would cause you to disturb me like this?” I asked, still typing away on my laptop. “Y/n.” She said simply. I stopped what I was doing at the sound of her name. “What about her?” I ask moving to join Lizzie on the sofa. “She’s quit. Well, taking a break, from music.” She rushed out. I sat there in shock my brain going into overdrive. “Just look.” She said thrusting her phone in my direction.

News Article:

Y/n Y/l/n quits!

Y/l/n manager today released a press release announcing that the singer will be taking a step back from her rising music career due to personal reasons. She confirmed that no further information was going to be provided, but added that Y/l/n was extremely grateful for the opportunities she had been given and hoped that one day she may return.

After a successful album release and world tour there has been speculation over why the singer has decided to quit, with many of her fans concerned for her wellbeing. So why has the singer ended her dazzling career which was reaching new heights? Keep tuned for more.

I read the article in complete shock. I couldn’t believe it. Y/n had worked so hard to get where she was. It was one of the things I loved about her, how she had a determination reach her dreams. Looking through the photos of her, I saw how different she looked. Her usually toned body was skinny and her skin was pasty. In one photo where she wasn’t wearing sunglasses you could see clearly that she had dark circles under her eyes.

“Do you think she’s sick? I mean look at the photos, she doesn’t exactly look well.” Lizzie said breaking the silence. I noticed that she also had a concerned look on her face. Lizzie and Y/n were close but after the breakup their friendship started to fade. “I don’t know, maybe? It would make sense. Oh, God what if it’s something serious.” I start to work myself up in a panic now convinced that she was seriously ill and that was why she had quit.

As my breathing started to pick up Lizzie noticed and pulled me so that I was facing her. “Calm down Scar. Everything is going to be ok. You could always call her to find out.” She said, as if I would easily be able to just pick up the phone and talk to her for the first time in a year. I just shook my head fighting back the tears.

“Oh, Scar come here.” Lizzie said pulling me into a hug. “You still love her, I never understood why you didn’t try harder to make things work. Perhaps this is the worlds way of pushing back towards each other.” I listened intently to what Lizzie was saying. She was right, ever since the day I ended things, I just wanted to call her up and say I made a mistake. But it’s been a over a year now. She’s probably moved on.

I spent that afternoon in my trailer with Lizzie holding me while I cried, worried that the love of my life was ill, and I wasn’t there for her. But me being the stupid person I am, was too scared to call or even try and make contact.

Over the next couple of weeks, I couldn’t focus on much. I was trying to take my mind of Y/n and went on a couple of dates with Colin Jost. He was a great guy, but I knew I couldn’t commit to him when I was still in love with Y/n and hopeful that we may one day find our way back to each other.

It was an article online which caught my attention which brought back all the worries that I had had about Y/n. I normally don’t read these things, but I found it was the only way I could keep Y/n in my life. This particular article was talking about Y/n being unwell and going through some form of treatment.

Like the press like to do, they analysed images of her to show her weight loss, her pale skin. How infrequently she would leave her home. There had even been some images of her going to the hospital. I had enough relying on potentially fake stories and decided that I was going to do something. I still was too scared to call Y/n but I there was one person I knew I could talk too.

Phone call (Third person.)

Scarlett: Hey Laura, it’s Scar. How are you?

Laura: Hey, I’m surprised to hear from you. I’m good thanks. How about you?

Scarlett: I’m not doing too great. I hope you don’t mind me calling, but I’m concerned about Y/n. I’m just going to get right to the point. Is Y/n sick?

There was a pause on the end of the line whilst Laura debated telling Scarlett what was really going on.

Laura: No, she’s not sick, but she has been struggling.

Scarlett: Oh, thank God she’s not ill. But what do you mean struggling.

Laura: After your breakup Y/n threw herself into work. She stopped looking after herself and it took us far to long to notice that something was wrong. I’m pretty sure she fell into depression. She even stopped writing.

There was a silence on the phone whilst Scarlett took in what she was hearing. Everyone knew how much Y/n loved to write. It was her outlet to process her feelings. The fact that you weren’t writing was terrifying, as it meant you were giving up.

Scarlett: So it wasn’t her choice to take a break?

Laura: Actually, it was. After the tour was over, she told us she couldn’t do it anymore. She admitted if she carried on, she was scared that she wouldn’t make it through. I was very proud of her that she recognised what she doing wasn’t healthy. We didn’t announce why she took a break, so it gave her time to focus on herself and get healthy again.

Scarlett: Right, that’s good she’s looking after herself again. How is she now?

Laura: She’s actually doing pretty well. She’s much healthier physically but I know she’s struggling. If I’m honest with you Scarlett, I think she always will. You were her life, I know it may not have seemed that way, but you were always the priority to her. I don’t think she’ll every truly get over you, but as long as she’s staying healthy I think she’s ok with.

Scarlett was silent. She was relieved that she wasn’t sick, but she now had new worries that Y/n still needed support mentally. She hated that she was selfish and broke things off when Y/n even when she was trying.

Laura: Scar, there’s something you should know. She opened a bar a few weeks ago. It’s called Spotlight. We managed to keep it from the press and it’s going really well for her. They have live music every night and she helps bands and artists have a chance to make it themselves.

Scarlett: That’s great, I’m glad she’s found something that makes her happy.

Laura: Once she was settled, I was sure that she was going to get back in contact with you. Deep down I think it was always her aim to be stable enough to come back to you. I’m surprised that she hasn’t.

There was another pause.

Laura: Perhaps you should visit. If you do, go on a Thursday.

Scarlett: Ok, maybe I will.

And with that they ended the call. Scarlett feeling slightly better, knowing now what she needed to do. She need to get her girl back.

Scarlett’s POV:

It was Thursday and I was dragging both Lizzie and Florence with my to Y/n new bar. I was so nervous, but I just hoped that she would at least talk to me. We got there and were seated in a booth with a good view of the stage and bar. I noticed that Y/n was serving behind the bar, chatting away with the customers.

She seemed happy, lighter maybe. We ordered some drinks and listened to the young guitarist that was currently playing. After their set was done, the DJ made an announcement. “Good evening everyone and welcome to Spotlight. Thank you to Hannah Leevers for that amazing set. I hope you’ve got your drinks and are ready for your favourite to take the stage again. Please welcome Y/n Y/l/n.”

The audience erupted in cheers and Y/n walked out to the stage and took her place at the piano. She started off by playing some of her hits and it was great. The audience were up and dancing and Y/n seemed the most comfortable I had ever seen her performing. “I forgot how amazing she really is!” Lizzie shouted over the music. “I know, but look how happy she is.” I responded, smiling at her comfort.

“Thank you everyone. I’ve got one last song before we move on to the main act. We have an amazing band tonight which I can’t wait for you to hear. This last song is a new one that I wrote. I hope you like it!” Y/n stood up, picking up her guitar and sat on a stool by a mic. I watched slightly memorised as she started to pick at the strings.

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man

You don't know how lucky you are

You shouldn't spend your whole life wishin'

For somethin' bound to fall apart

Every time you're feelin' empty

Better thank your lucky stars

'Cause if you ever felt one breakin'

You'd never want a heart

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man

You don't know how lucky you are

I been on the road that you're on

It didn't get me very far

You ain't missin' nothing

'Cause love is so damn hard

Take it from me, darlin'

You don't want a heart

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man

I'm glad we talked this out

You can take mine if you want it

It's in pieces now

By the way there, Mr. Tin Man

If you don't mind the scars

You give me your armour

And you can have my heart

As she finished the song I was in tears. It was the most beautiful song she’s written, and I breaks me to know that it’s because I caused it. Lizzie and Flo pull me into a hug, and I notice they are both crying as well. “Go and fight for her.” Lizzie whispered in my ear. This was it. The moment I hope to change things for the better.

I pull a tissue out of my bag and wipe away my tears. Standing up and straighten out my clothes and take a deep breath before following Y/n to her office. I knock before turning the handle. “Tony, I just need a minute and I’ll be out.” I heard her sniffle as she spoke.

“It’s not Tony.” Is all I’m able to get out. She slowly turns on her spot and I can see the tear tracks down her face. “Scar, w-what are you doing here?” She asked, taking a step back to keep her distance. “That song was beautiful. I’m glad you’re writing again.” I smile, grateful that I’m in her presence again, even if it’s awkward.

“How did you know I stopped?... oh wait Laura told you.” She questioned before answering it herself. I just nodded. “I really should get back out there.” She says making her way to the door. I’m not ready to let her go, so I place my hand out and rest it on her stomach to stop. “Please don’t go.” I whisper.

She can’t make eye contact with me and just stares intently at her feet. “I’m just getting myself back together, I can’t…” She starts with a shaky voice. I interrupt her “shhh, look at me.” I take both her hands and turn her so she’s facing me. Slowly she lifts her head, and I can see fresh tears falling.

“I just want to talk. Once I’ve said my piece, if you want me to, I’ll go. I’m not here to hurt you.” She nods and allows me to continue. “I was really selfish when I said we couldn’t make things work. Part of me was being selfish as I didn’t want to make any sacrifices to my career. Which was stupid, because the only thing I’ve ever been sure of in my life was you. I got scared and I have never regretted anything as much as this.” I pause and wipe away some of the tears falling down her face.

“When I heard you had quit, I saw all these articles about you being sick and it sent me into a panic. I thought that I was going to lose you and you’d never know that I love you, that you’re my soulmate. When I spoke with Laura, it felt like a second chance. I knew I had to make things write. I know things may be to far gone, and if that’s the case then so be it, but I’m not ready to give up. I want us to try again if you’ll have me?”

It was my turn to not be able to keep eye contact. I was terrified that rejection was coming my way. “But you’re dating Colin.” She said with such sadness in her voice. “What? No, I’m not. Well, I went on a couple of dates, but that was months ago now and it never went anywhere. I was too in love with you.”

“Look, Y/n. Maybe we can start again? I don’t expect you to forgive me and for us to jump back into where we were, straight away. But perhaps we start again as a couple? I can reduce the projects I’m working on. You can start to work again.” I start to ramble, fight for our relationship.

“Scar, I’m happy…” Y/n starts and my heart breaks. “Oh, ok.” I turn to leave but she pulls me back by my wrist and I notice how much closer we are now. “What I mean is, I’m happy with my career as it is now. I love this place. Maybe one day I might want to release more music, but I know it won’t be for a while. IF we give this another go, you don’t need to make those big sacrifices. I won’t be going anywhere.”

I look up at her eyes and they are shining. My smile grows wide, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have someone like her in my life. Before I know what my body is doing, I pull her in to a kiss, placing my hands on her cheeks as I pull her impossibly close to me. Her hands are on my waist rubbing my exposed hip bone. “God I’ve missed that.” She whispers against my lips. I chuckle in response.

“Y/n, I’m all in. You are my priority and if I need to make changes in how I work then I’ll do that. I want to do that so we can be happy. We’ll make this work. Just know I will always be here for you. Through everything.” Her smile grows to match mine and she pulls me in to a tight hug. “I love you.” She says almost afraid to say. I pull out of the hug so I can look her directly in the eyes. “I love you too.”

She gently places her lips on mine for another tender kiss which grows to become more passionate. When we need to catch our breath, we pull away. “I could do that all day.” She laughs. “So could I, but there is someone out there who is almost as desperate to see you again as me.” She looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “It’s Lizzie.” I say and her face lightens up. “Come on then.” I say, holding out my hand to her to take.

She follows me out and joins me back at the table with Lizzie and Flo. We spend the night catching up and laughing. I barely take my eyes off of Y/n and keep a tight hold of her hand as she rubs her thumb over my knuckles. This is where I want to be, and I will do anything to protect it.

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Mr.Sully’s Reward

jake notices how y/n has been helping his sons with the bullying and adapting to the way of the water. he wants to reward her.

warnings: smut, daddy kink (I mean, are we surprised? It’s Jake Sully)

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Y/N is walking through the beach, with the two Sully boys, Lo’ak and Neteyam.

Whilst she was twenty years of age, being a year older than Neteyam and two years older than Lo’ak, it was no doubt that the three of them had formed a strong friendship with one another.

So much so, that they were comfortable with saying the most horrendous things, to one another.

“Your mother’s tits are so.. mmh. Every time she’s around, I can’t help but gawk on them” Lo’ak confesses.

“Lo’ak, I will drown you” Y/N replies, “stop gawking at my mothers tits. If my father finds out, he’ll kill you.”

“I can’t lie, your mom is hot” Neteyam shrugs as he agrees with Lo’ak, “you dad is a lucky man.”

“Right! Getting to hit that every night” Lo’ak blurts out shamelessly, earning a laugh from Neteyam and a slap from Y/N.

“Forget my mother, you have many other women to look around, to choose as your mate. Which is the next step now, to living here” Y/N tells him.

“But, I can’t seem to forget her” Lo’ak replies.

Y/N rolls her eyes at him, “I’m serious, you two. Now is the time to start speaking to women, more to your age, Lo’ak specifically speaking to you, to find yourself a mate.”

“Yes, mamas” Lo’ak replies.

“Don’t call me that” she tilts her head at him.

“Y/N” Neytiri calls out to her with a smile on her face, “I see you have bought my two idiotic sons back.”

Y/N chuckles, “yes. Unfortunately I have.”

“Oh, Y/N, it’s great to see you” Jake walks forward, standing behind his mate.

“Oh, Mr.Sully. It’s great to see you too” Y/N smiles back at him.

Lo’ak and Neteyam both give Y/N a fist bump, before walking in.

“Well, thank you Y/N” Neytiri says.

“What for?” Y/N asks.

“You’ve been taking care of our sons, and teaching them your ways. And because of the friendship you have created with them, a lot of people have become more accepting” Neytiri says, “so me and my husband both thank you.”

Y/N smiles, “it’s nothing, really. It’s been a great pleasure being friends with the two of them. They drive me nuts, yes. But they’re great to have around. I’m glad to be friends with them.”

“Mom! Lo’aks’ pulling on my hair!” Kiri shouts out.

Neytiri sighs, “and so, back to being a mother I go.”

She walks away to her children, Jake still stood at the entrance of their marui, whilst his eyes were keen on roaming around Y/N.

Y/N notices this, causing her to take a step back.

It was risky, for him to stare at her that way, out in the open. But for some reason, she was enjoying it.

Y/N places her hair back, behind her shoulder, “so, Mr.Sully. How have you found it being here?”

“Ah, it’s been great actually. I’ve been managing to get a hold of it” he replies, his eyes looking into hers, before their trail down to her lips, along with his next words, “even though there’s a lot of other things I wish to hold of.”

Y/N wasn’t sure what he was implying, so she gave him a sweet smile with a nod, “well, enjoy yourself. I have to get back to my own marui.”

“You have your own?” Jake asks, slightly intrigued.

She nods, “because I am older, I was given my own. My mother already has my other five siblings to take care of.”

“Oh I see” he nods, “well, enjoy yourself.”

“You too, Mr.Sully” she turns around to walk away.

He watches her, as her hips sway from side to side, his mind full of inappropriate thoughts.

“Ma’Jake?” Neytiri calls out from inside the marui.

He turns around to her, “oh I was just seeing her off. Making sure that she gets home.”

Neytiri smiles and pats down next to her, before Jake comes to take a seat.

Next to her.

She gives Jake a kiss, as he kisses her back, with his eyes closed. His mind imagining things, of… Y/N?

Her chest. The way her breasts were round and full. Her waist being thin, perfect for him to have his lips on, and most importantly, her hips.

The way she swayed them, had him hypnotised.

“Gross, can you guys be romantic elsewhere!” Lo’ak shouts.

Hearing Lo’ak’s’ voice causes Jake to open his eyes once again moving away from Neytiri as he breaks the kiss.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

“Mmh, Ma’Jake” Neytiri moaned, as she was placed above him, the two of them out, far away from their marui.

Jake guided her up and down, as she rode him. But it was not satisfying enough for him.

He’s been at this, for a long time, with the same woman. It felt the same every time now, and Jake was pretty much getting bored of it.

Eventually, Neytiri came all over him, leaning herself over onto him, panting.

Jake grunted, pretending to cum himself, knowing it was too dark for her to see that he hadn’t.

She slowly gets off him, a smile on her face, as she goes to give him a kiss, “you feel so great every time.”

He puts a smile on, “as do you.”

As they’re making their way back, Jake notices Y/N outside her marui.

She was bent down, picking something off the ground, before she walked back in.

Jake feels his cock twitch in excitement.

He knew he wanted her. He knew this a while, every time that she’d been coming around to see his sons.

There was something about her, that had him intrigued. Wanting him to fill her up completely.

It made it more exciting, that he knew she was a virgin. It made him want her even more.

Jake and Neytiri both reach their marui.

“Are you not going to come in?” Neytiri asks.

Jake thinks for a moment.

And then comes up with an idea, to get away from her for a while.

“I just want to go out and wash up, before I wear a new loincloth” Jake says.

“Do you want me to come?” Neytiri asks.

“No, it’s fine. I can see you’re tired. And also, we shouldn’t leave the kids on their own for so long” Jake says.

She nods, “you’re right. Go. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Neytiri gives Jake a goodnight kiss before she walks in.

He turns around, walking towards Y/Ns’ marui, his cock itching for her touch.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Y/N was sat in her marui, weaving away, as she was adding the finishing touches to her new loin cloth.

Her, Neteyam and Lo’ak had decided to get matching ones, for the bomb fire night.

Of course, Y/Ns’ would be styled a lot more feminine, but she weaved it with the same colour as the two boys.

As she was weaving, she hears footsteps outside her marui, causing her to look towards the entrance.

“Who is it?” She calls out.

Jake Sully pulls the curtains back, walking in.

“Oh, Mr.Sully?” Y/N was quite surprised, as she stood up, “what brings you here? Is something wrong?”

“Hey, Y/N” he addressed her, “everything is great actually.”

“Oh? It is?” She looked at him, slightly nervous.

The way he was looking down at her.

Almost like he was.. hungry for her, the way his gaze was upon her.

“The truth is, what my wife was talking about, how you’ve been looking after my sons, she told you how much we appreciate it. I’m just here to, show you” Jake says.

“Oh. Mr.Sully, you don’t have to, really” Y/N smiles, “it is fine. Your kindness is all I need.”

“I think you deserve something more than my kindness. More of a.. touching reward” Jake says.

Y/N looked at him in shock, when she figures out what he might be referring to.

With the body language he was giving her, how he was getting closer to her, with a smile and lustfull eyes.

“Mr.Sully, are you perhaps.. drunk?” She asks him.

He shook his head no, “do I need to be drunk, to see just how.. beautiful you are.”

Jake Sully? Calling Y/N beautiful. God, did it make her head spin when she hears those words roll of his tongue. The exact way Lo’ak was attracted to Y/Ns’ mother, was the exact way that Y/N was attracted to Jake. She was less vocal about it, however there was no doubt she felt the same way.

Maybe even worse, with all the thoughts she’s had about him.

But in her mind, she knew it was wrong. He had kids.

A wife!

“Mr.Sully, this is.. this is wrong. You already have a wife” Y/N whispers.

“And right now, she’s asleep. At it is just the two of us” he replies seductively.

She could feel her pussy tingle. It was like all her wild fantasies were about to become true.

“And y-your kids? They’re my friends, I can’t do that to them” Y/N stuttered.

He chuckles, now reaching close enough to hold onto her chin, letting her look up at him properly, “listen to me, sevin. Are you going to deny that you want me? Even when I tell you, that I notice the way that you look at me?”

She gulps, before letting out her next words, “Mr.Sully, there is no doubt you are a good looking man. However, this is wrong. I can’t.”

Jake takes a couple of steps forward, reaching for Y/Ns’ wrist with his free hand, as he brings it forward towards him, placing the palm of her hand on his torso, “are you sure…?”

Her eyes wander downwards, as she looks at him grasping her wrist, guiding her hand downwards onto his buldge, placing the palm of her hand over his loincloth.

Jake then looks back up at her, finishing off his sentence, “.. that you don’t want this? This cock that is just.. twitching for you” he whispers.

She looks back up at him, her eyes full of innocence as she’s feeling his hard cock.

“But your family..?” She whispers, their faces getting closer.

Closer to the point where she could feel his breath on her lips.

“No one will know. It’ll be our secret” he whispers back.

Both of them looking into each others eyes, she could feel him pulling her in.

When suddenly, she crashed her lips onto his, not caring about all the consequences she was worried about, a couple of seconds ago.

He promised that no one will know. So that is all she needed to hear, to get here.

Jake kisses her back, the two of them kissing passionately, as their tongues circle around one another.

Her lips tasted so sweet, it turned him on even more.

He places his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him, their bodies pressed close together.

The two of them then begin to walk slowly, before her back hits the marui wall, making her let out a moan into his mouth, their lips almost glued together.

It was gentle to begin with, until Jake could feel himself get harder and harder by the second, until he could no longer take it.

Jake’s hands became rough on her, as he broke the kiss, kissing her in the corner of her lips, and then trailing down to her chin.

Her jaw.

Below her jaw.

And then the crook of her neck, where his lips almost swallowed her whole, when he couldn’t help but suck onto it.

Kiss it.

Nibble and bury his face deep into it.

“Mmh..” Y/N licked her lips before letting out a moan, her eyes lightly shutting as her head leaned back.

Jake’s fingers fiddle with the string of her loincloth, before he rips them off completely, causing her to gasp as he grunts into the crook of her neck.

One hand then rising up to the side of her neck that was bare, before his thumb travels up to her bottom lip.

He strokes it gently, feeling the vibration of her lip as she let out soft, moans.

Jake places his lips up towards his ear, “tongue out, baby” he whispers.

She obeys, and sticks her tongue out pathetically.

He smiles, seeing that she obeyed him quite quickly.

He places his thumb flat on her tongue, before whispering to her again, “suck my thumb” he instructs her.

Jake feels her close her mouth on his thumb.

He moves his head back to watch her, feeling her circle her tongue around his thumb, before she begins to move her head back and forth slowly, as she sucks onto his thumb.

He let out a stuttered gasp, before she looked up at him with her doe eyes.

Jake felt his heart pound, when she looked at him that way. It was a beautiful sight to see, and he enjoyed it very much.

“You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He whispers to her.

She nods in response.

“Then you’ll have to suck my cock the same way” Jake whispers again, “can you do that for me?”

She nods, opening her mouth as his wet finger slide down her tongue.

“Yes, daddy” she responded, still giving him those innocent doe eyes.

Clearly seeing how turned on he was when she looked at him that way.

When she sounded that way.

She could see in his face, that it was turning him crazy. That is all she wanted to do.

Jake steps back a little, letting Y/N get onto her knees in front of him, sliding his loincloth down along.

His cock sprung out in front of her, the tip touching her head as her face was below it.

“What a lucky woman Neytiri is” Y/N thought to herself, as she admired the size of his cock.

She places one hand on his cock, but her hand was to small to fit all the way around his thick, long cock.

“It’s okay, baby. You can use your mouth” Jake strokes the back of her head gently as he looks down at her.

She looks up at him, sticking her tongue out once again, before she begins to slap his cock on her tongue.

Jake chuckles, “you’re so pathetic.. Eywa, it’s so fucking beautiful to see you like this.”

She lets out a giggle, before beginning to give the tip of his cock a couple of kisses. And then letting out her tongue, swirling her tongue around his mushroom tip.

“Fuck~” he let out in a chuckle, lifting his head up to the ceiling and back down to her face, “you’re such a tease.”

He pushes her head forward, his tongue moving in deeper, before she closes her eyes and begins to suck onto his dick properly.

She bops her head back and fourth slowly, hearing low grunts from Jake above her, as he keeps his hand behind her head.

As she continues, she begins to get the hang of it, as her pace fastens, her head bopping back and forth, faster than before.

“Argh, yessss~” Jake moans, before he places another hand behind her head, his fingers lightly brushing through his hair.

Until she wriggles her head, pushing his cock all the way forward to the back of her throat, pushing the tip of her nose on his torso.

She could feel herself gag, but takes it in, when she feels Jake’s grasp on her hair tighten, and sees the pleasure in his face, as his lips quiver.

Eventually, he releases his hands from her hair, as she moves it back slowly, releasing his cock out her mouth.

Y/N lets out a moan as she takes out his cock, letting it rest on her tongue, looking up at Jake.

She blinks at him repeatedly, watching as he almost becomes a different man.

Y/N was not sure what she did to him, but by Eywa, did it turn him into an animal.

He pulls her up, before placing his forearms under her thighs, lifting her up.

She yelps, placing her forearms onto his shoulders.

“I’m going to give you possibly one of the best rewards, baby. I promise you” he whispers.

She nods, not caring anymore about who he was.

“Please, give it to me” she replies.

He smiles warmly, hearing her plea.

“Cm’ere” he pulls her closer, positioning himself, his tip poking her entrance.

“It’ll hurt, baby” Jake says to her.

“I can handle it” Y/N replies, not wanting to disappoint him. But she was in fact, terrified.

He feels her body tense up, causing him to smile at her, leaning her gently against the wall, still having her held up.

Jake plants another kiss on her lips, getting her caught off guard.

He feels her juices dripping all over her, causing him to smile in between the kiss.

A smug smile, knowing that she was just as horny for him, as she was.

He pulls away from the kiss to look at her, “relax baby. I’ve got you.”

She nods, her body becoming less tense as her shoulders drop.

Y/N gives him a cute nod, before he pushes himself in, giving one light thrust.

Y/N let out a soft whimper, moving her body closer to Jake.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby” Jake whispers, moving himself back slowly, before giving her another thrust.

“Mmhfuck~” she let out as a whisper, her lips being close to his ear.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me, Y/N?” He asks her.

She nods.

“Your words, sevin” Jake replies.

“Yes daddy” she whispers.

He chuckles, before he begins to thrust in and out of her, her wet juices making it a lot easier for him to thrust.

His hands grasps onto her ass cheeks, her thighs still resting on his forearms.

“Fuck, you smell so good” Jake whispers, leaning his nose into her ear.

“Better than your wife?” She asks teasingly.

He chuckles, “so much fucking better.”

She lets out a giggle, keeping him close to her as both her hands rested on the back of his neck, her head leaning on his shoulder as he’s pounding into her.

“You’re all mine. Eywa, I want you to be all mine” he grunts.

His pace quickens even more, making sure that every inch of his thick shaft goes inside her. Her walls squeeze tightly around his dick, milking it for all its worth.

His balls slap against her ass cheeks repeatedly, adding an extra layer of stimulation to both parties involved.

"Fuck yeah..." he whispers.

“Mmh, daddy” she moans back.

He continues to pound into her, walking at the same time before he lays her down on her back, himself hovering above her.

Jake places both her ankles over his shoulders, before he begins to bury himself deep inside her once again.

Giving it all to her, mercilessly.

Knowing that her tight pussy could take it. That she wouldn’t get tired a lot easier than his wife, which made it more exciting for him.

He places a kiss on her ankle, before pressing his hand down on her stomach, leaning herself closer to him, fucking her relentlessly.

Nonstop.

Both their moans gradually getting louder, not caring who heard, even if it were people from their families.

At this point, they could not give a care in the world, when everything just felt so amazing.

So good.

“Your cock feels so good” she moans, biting her bottom lip.

Her legs now shaking in the air, whilst he looked down on her, admiring her small body.

She looked so fragile. Yet she was taking it all.

“Taking this reward like a good girl~” Jake moans.

She nods in response, not being able to speak with words.

Not when all the could do was moan.

Jake could see her boobs, moving up and down, but her top covered most of it, so he could only tell from watching her underboob.

Y/N notices his staring to her underboob and immediately pulls her top up for him, letting him see the full and bare.

She looks down at them, watching as they bounce.

He chuckles, before moving his lips to her nipple, his lips wrapping onto her nipple completely.

Sucking onto them.

Giving out little nibbles.

“Suck a good fucking girl” he moans into her breast, giving it one last suck.

He lifts himself back up, squeezing her breasts roughly and giving it a light slap, before he slams into her even harder and faster.

Jake grins at her as he keeps pounding. He can feel her body tensing up, indicating that she is nearing her climax.

“That's it baby, let it all out for daddy” He thrusts into her harder and faster, hitting bottom with every stroke.

Y/N begins to rub onto the top of her clit, as he’s pounding into her at the same time.

“Fuck!” She repeated three times, “daddy~! I’m going to cum!”

“Ah, yeah baby, come for daddy” He picks up the pace, grunting with each thrust as he feels her walls clamp down on his cock.

He feels the warmth of her juices dripping down his shaft, adding to the sensation.

When suddenly, her eyes roll back, as she let out a gasp. Her body letting out a shudder, as she feels herself release, all over Jake’s cock.

The images she had when she used to play with herself, had now become a reality.

He continues fucking her hard and fast, pushing himself closer to his own release. The sound of flesh slapping together fills the room along with her whimpers and cries of pleasure.

Jake takes her hands, pinning it above her head, as he looks down at her, seeing her boobs bounce up and down.

“Stick your tongue out for me baby” he says to her.

She sticks it out for him, and the sight of her that he was able to see, was appealing. He wished he could stay like this, buried inside her forever, as she looked at this like this.

The way her eye lids wanted to shut, but after every harsh thrust, her eyes were wide open once again.

The way she just looked like a pathetic whore, for his cock. Her loved it.

It was everything he wanted.

With one final push, he lets loose inside her tight little hole, filling it completely with hot sticky white cream. His breathing becomes heavy as he collapses onto top of her, panting heavily.

“You're such a good girl” he whispers to her.

Y/N feels herself heavily breathing along with him, the two of their naked bodies stuck together.

The sweat that both their bodies had made it a lot more sticker between the two of them.

“Thank you, for fucking me daddy” Y/N says to her.

He lifts his head up to look at her, “are you sure, this is your first time?”

She nods, “you are my first.”

And he planned to stay her only.

He kisses her softly on the forehead as he starts to pull out of her, enjoying the feeling of being stretched. He can feel the warm liquid dripping out of her, coating his shaft.

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let me know if you guys want a part 2!

#jake sully #jake avatar #jake sully imagine #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x reader #jake sully x na'vi reader #jake sully smut #daddy!jake sully

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melonteee · 3 months

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May I recommend some One Piece fics? One of them has me clawing the walls and wanting to write ten billion fics about all the OP women _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): and the other fundamentally changed me as a human being.

The former is a Robin centred fic and the latter is a Sanji centred fic. If you have read these before, sorry if I’m just parroting what you’ve already read! Also please feel no pressure to read these, I just wanted to share with a fellow OP enjoyer :DDD

Sanji Fic: Custom of the Sea - 17K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39516201?view_adult=true

So this one really, REALLY explores Sanji’s duties as a chef and how far he’d be willing to go to ensure that his crew won’t starve (if you know what the title of the fic means then you’re halfway there) and there are heavy warnings at the start of the fic that I won’t repeat but I will state that the fic is tagged with “angst with a happy ending” so a heaping helping of optimism is needed whilst reading!

(I did not read the tags thoroughly though I still enjoyed the fic, but please don’t be as silly as me)

I love when a One Piece fic explores the connections between the Straw Hats (some more than others, cough ZORO cough) and I especially love the flashbacks we get with Chef Zeff— I will never be able to stop thinking about them and clutching at my chest like I’m trying to ease an unseen weight (the burden, oh the burden of loving a fictional blond man).

I love how Sanji is written, how we get to see him reduced to his base components, how as he thins with each day we see what becomes transparent beneath all the layers; who he truly is when stripped down to the bone.

^ tryhard

There is also a scene that is so reverent; so intimate; so raw that it feels like a violation to intrude upon such a private moment and a discourtesy that it isn’t being analysed and examined by every literature study or professor alive. Wow it fucks me up that this fic only has 8K hits. The author also writes some good ZoSan fics if that’s also something you’d like :))

Robin Fic: What is and What could never be - 58K (unfinished as far as I’m aware): https://archiveofourown.org/works/42768912/chapters/107441889

Robin. Has. A child.

[incoherent wailing about motherhood, unconditional love, the fear of loving someone and letting them love you back, love you thought you lost but has endured all along]

I haven’t even finished it yet nor am I even anywhere close in the timeline in which the fic takes place but I already know it’s one of my favourite fics I’ve read, and has made me realised that I have overlooked the OP women in the most egregious manner possible.

I absolutely adore your OP character analysis videos, and having your big brain analysis sitting in the back of my mind while reading this fic has made me appreciate and enjoy this fic tenfold.

Nico Robin I love you in a way that heals me and hurts me.

I am also a tremendous sucker for Frobin (the author wrote smut for this fic which 😳) but I also adore her relationships with Chopper, Nami and Luffy which absolutely enamoured me and has scorched my brain, leaving a permanent mark. Also extremely cruel and wicked that this fic only has 8K hits.

Anyway I wrote all of this at 1am, so if I sound mad it’s because I am. Thanks for creating hilarious and extremely insightful analysis videos, I’ve been watching your channel since the MHA character design video (I still burst out laughing thinking about Todoroki’s design sometimes) and I always look forward to new vids :D

Thank you for these but I can’t promise I’ll read them haha, I don’t tend to read too many fics but I appreciate the thought. I know you didn’t do it here but I also ask to please not send me smut fics or anything since I’m not an nsfw account and also a stranger to you guys 😅

And thank you so much for enjoying my content! ❤️

#ask #melonask

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saintsir4n · 10 months

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TOMMY SHELBY STORIES

Despite me writing a Tommy shelby story, I generally believe that his stories can’t have much of a happy ending.

Since I stated I was going to write one, uploading TikToks about it and even spoke about it on my conversations wall, people asked me whether or not I’ll make him cheat or just hurt the reader in any way.

I immediately said no to the cheating as I think there’s ways to create angst in a story and cheating is one of those unforgivable acts especially in stories and I never understand why people write it in unless they allow the LI (tommy) to suffer consequences by making the reader eventually leave him. Majority of stories don’t, they subject the reader to disrespect of the highest regard and we as readers just have to go along with it.

I mean no disrespect to writers who do so, it’s just tiring to read as well as disheartening as it gets to the point that many readers get attached to the character and feel their pain.

So when I was planning my Tommy story I was thinking about all the ways he would and could hurt my oc (Eden Dawkins) and considering his flawed nature, there are many. Eden is a young black nurse from Small Heath, why? Because nursing was a prominent profession especially back then and was fairly easy to get into. She’s black because I am and there is a very big absence of black original characters in peaky blinders stories and I’m tired of rereading the same ones.

Already Eden and Tommy will be subjected to prejudice, because of their pairing and their backgrounds, her being a black woman and him being from Irish and Romani traveller parents. So that is a big factor in their relationship.

Another being. Tommy is an ambitious man, and as he said as well as others, “he has no limitations.” He doesn’t, well apart from his family and the love he has for them.

But considering that this story is set before the war, his ‘worse self’ as I like to call it, hasn’t kicked in. The fact he was living with ptsd and survivors guilt after the war and he already viewed himself and the others he survived the war with as dead and everything else was simply “extra” he just kept going into he reached the top and even then he didn’t stop.

So how I’ll write Tommy, the Tommy before the war, the one that smiled and wanted to work with horses, I’ll still incorporate his desire to push his family to the top, to crawl out of the hole that is small Heath, all whilst in a relationship with my girl Eden.

The problems in their relationship will revolve around his communication issues, jealousy and possessiveness. Now Eden is forgiving, but she won’t forget. It’s impossible for her since his misdeeds will prominent and cling to her like a leech. As will her insecurities and how they will prevent her from being all in when it comes to Tommy.

Being with someone like Tommy isn’t for the faint hearted, she knows what she’s gotten herself into and won’t forget all the sacrifices she’ll have to make in order to keep up with the unstoppable force that is the blue eyed devil.

But then again, he’s the Tommy before the war…

How bad can he be?

a/n:

Check out “until we meet again” on my wattpad

#wattpad #fanfic #black girl #black reader #tommyshelby #edendawkins #tommyshelbyxblackreader #Tommy Shelby x reader #Peaky blinders #1914 #birmingham #England #Edwardian #until we meet again

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neoculturetravesty · 2 years

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let’s make an adult film (preview)

Pairing: Yuta x Her Genre: smut Warnings: mature, strong language, oral (male receiving), penetrative sex

Word Count: 2k

Summary: The first thought Yuta had when he saw her on the dancefloor was not that he should ask for her number, rather that she’d be great to make a porno with.

A/N: From my editing floor. I don’t know if I am ever going to complete this, but I wanted to post the preview to get over some blocks!

The first thought Yuta had when he saw her on the dancefloor was not that he should ask for her number, rather that she’d be great to make a porno with.

It wasn’t just that she had a gorgeous body. No, he’d probably find several with gorgeous bodies and pretty faces in this damned plastic town. He had long stopped being moved by such calculated perfection. Everyone and everything was so disgustingly perfect these days that it gave him no arousal. And arousal was all an artist could ask for.

Maybe it was that what he saw couldn’t be explained or contained. She had a face unlike any he had ever seen. He had been so numbed by perfect beauties with perfectly painted faces, that a visual like hers was refreshing to the eye. She moved her body like she knew she had captivated the attention of everyone in the room, though the set of her mouth said that she didn’t want to care for it. In fact, she seemed like she hadn’t a care in the world. She danced like she hadn’t a care in the world; like she grabbed time by the balls and commanded it to slow so she could move in luxurious waves through her body. Yuta felt more inspired than he had been in a good, fat while.

He hadn’t realized how fucking easy it was going to be; asking a perfect stranger to film a porno together.

Because although men, women and everyone in between swarmed her like honey to bees, it was him that she left with that night. Perhaps, like him, she wanted a taste of intrigue rather than gratification that night.

Yuta only grew more inspired whilst he talked to her over a glass of red wine in his apartment. His eyes wandered to the delectable dip below her throat where her collarbones met. In the warm light of his apartment, that dip harbored the gentlest of shadows that acted as a natural contour. Yuta had a great proclivity for things like these in his own art forms. He couldn’t help but notice how she kept one shoulder raised slightly higher than the other so her body created sensual angles at all times. He felt his blood rush any time she’d savor the wine by pressing her jaw to that raised shoulder. Her eyes would close and her lashes would caress her cheekbones. Yuta saw a frame in every movement, because she swayed like each moment was a painting. Above all, Yuta looked at her not man to woman, but artist to muse. He wanted to frame that fucking painting.

It was intriguing; Yuta had never witnessed body confidence as alluring as hers. She was sound in her sexuality, and why the fuck not? She had every right to be. Everything about her was interesting. Yuta wasn’t sure whether it was artistic intrigue tinting his perception or his habitual fetishist tendencies, but earlier, she had seemed ever more interested in the attention of women rather than men. Then again, all he had witnessed was her stirring her index round a woman’s bare shoulder. Perhaps he was already viewing her as the picture he wanted to paint when all she did was be. He was hard from how inspired he was.

And when an artist is as inspired as was he, there isn’t much room for lies. There must be honesty in art and truth between artists. That is the way it must be or the art is forever tainted. So, it wasn’t long into the conversation that Yuta had brought up the following fact,

“I’m a filmmaker. But lately, I’ve been meaning to create more adult content,” he spoke matter-of-factly. It was almost expected that she hadn’t blinked an eye.

“I do some nude modeling every now and then. Let me know if something comes up, I’d love to be a part of your project,” she had smiled.

And the proverbial ice had melted. Yuta could speak as openly about the vision he had for his project as openly as she talked about her craft.

“Honestly, I’ve always wanted to do something like it, but I haven’t really met someone who had an idea that is fully realized? Like, unless you’re a big name in the industry, nude modeling doesn’t really get the editorial treatment. And the porn out there is so fucking vulgar. I hate that pornographic films don’t get artistic treatment,” she scrunched her nose ever so slightly in distaste. Yuta found himself sitting up in his seat because finally, someone fucking understood.

“So much vile, unpalatable content. I hate it with all my heart, too. I keep searching the ends of the earth for something that would hit me just right and it’s always so fucking frustrating when I just don’t find it, you know? That’s when my wife made me realized that I’m a fucking filmmaker. If I can’t find it, I’d just have to create it,” Yuta explained.

“That’s fucking amazing. You know, not a lot of people think like that,” she appreciated and Yuta felt a surge through his blood that he was sure was more than just the alcohol.

“I mean, I’m sure we’re not the first ones to think like that,” Yuta said humbly, “But it’s just that… why can’t porn be interesting? Why can’t porn be tasteful and artful?”

“So, what was it that you were looking for?” she asked curiously as she dug around into her purse without looking. She extracted what Yuta was sure was a spliff and added, “Do you mind?”

Yuta waved his hand as he continued, “Well, there is a lot I have in mind, but for starters? Something that is more tastefully shot. I fucking hate the cinematography in porn. It’s so fucking non-existent. I’ve seen YouTube videos from bloody toy channels that have better camera work than porn,” he said and she laughed in earnest. He continued, “I especially hate the lighting in mainstream porn. I fucking hate it. Why is it so fucking bright? Why do they use so many fucking florescent lights? They’re not fucking surgeons. I mean I’m sure the audience would be able to tell a cock from a pussy even without the flood lights,” the absolute distaste on his tongue made him want to have a smoke of his own, just as a chaser. He smoked a regular cigarette, though, and she leaned in to light it for him with a craftsman’s lighter.

“So, what’s your style? What kind of things do you film?” She smoked heavily.

“I’ve never done porn before. But I used to make a lot of film noirs. Honestly, my work is pretty focused on tone and stylization. Set and lighting is so fucking important to me. Every film that I made, I spent hours upon fucking hours just sourcing the right kind of lighting equipment. And then I would stay up for weeks in post, just editing each fucking frame till I got the style I wanted. Films should be made with this sort of vision. And that’s the kind of shit I want to see in my porn. Instead, I get terrible harsh fucking white light, and don’t fucking get me started on the dialogue,” Yuta took another deep drag at the end of his passionate outburst.

Her eyes were listening intently and Yuta didn’t need more confirmation beyond it that this was a perfect union. All the elements were on his side. He had her concentration, but it was the room clouding with smoke that was inspiring him even more. The smoke traveled from his lips and hers and surrounded her body in the perfect grayish haze that was Yuta’s favorite in film. It was setting the scene for him just right. It made her look even more elegant, and Yuta decided right then that if this were to work out, this was going to be his opening shot.

He noticed that she had beautiful thighs, especially with how she crossed them against the satin of her dress. She held the spliff between her fingers, soft yet assured. She sat in a diagonal; legs crossed to the left, spliff held in the air to the right. Yuta was already visualizing the pan of the camera against her stance. He’d add perhaps some vertical shadows to her face and a Victorian style chester upon which she would lounge, exactly like she was right now. He’d start panning from the right and he would have the best fucking opening scene. Fuck, he was inspired.

“You know, I fuck with style like yours. I literally worshiped Lady in the Lake growing up. And fuck, you’re right. I haven’t seen any porn in styles like that. And I’ve never wondered why,” she took a healthy drag from her spliff, and it made her voice deepen attractively, “And to be honest, it’s the same in my line of work. I don’t like anyone’s artistic approach. It doesn’t feel like art at all. I take my fucking top off, but it’s like they want to sell my body rather than the art my body is creating. Then again, I’m not a big time model. I’m not famous enough to get the Frederic Monceau type of projects.”

“But that’s the death of this fucking industry, isn’t it? You have to suck the devil’s cock to get fame or good opportunities, and those that don’t won’t ever get their films on the big fucking screen. I made good fucking films,” he used his cigarette to stab at every word he said; his eyebrows soared to his forehead in defense. Perhaps the secondhand weed smoke or the alcohol was making him more impassioned, driving the blood to his cock and balls and infusing him with testosterone. “But I wanted to stay fucking authentic, so I didn’t sell out to these big fucking studios. And you know what? I don’t regret it for a single moment. Fuck capitalism,” he held his glass up.

“Fuck capitalism!” said she. Both got up and clinked their glasses. And perhaps it wasn’t just him. She was feeling the blood, too. They were both a little high and a little drunk, because in all honesty, they’d both happily suck the devil’s cock given the chance, if that meant more people would buy their art. But the euphoria in their veins from finding another that would form this cult for two was simmering and giving both delusions of grandeur.

It was his cock she sucked later that night, not the devil’s. Yuta hadn’t even been particularly horny. He didn’t want to taint his muse, so to speak. He wanted to keep the authenticity of his art and preserve it for the masterpiece he would create. But the two of them had clinked glasses and sealed the commencement of this collaboration with a mature French kiss, and when the heat built, he let her suck him. And though he kept telling himself that their first fuck should be one for the records, he had caught sight of the perfect plump of her cunt and he decided that he wasn’t the kind of filmmaker to do first time scenes. He was an artist and she was an artist and they both celebrated sexuality as mature people do. So he fucked her too, right there on the couch of his loft apartment with the curtains fully drawn. Why would they close them? They were about to have an audience much larger than any passerby that might lift their lashes to their window.

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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May I please ask for a self aware au headcanon of Malleus, Lilia, and Sebek reacting to a player that tries to share their own religious views from back home with them? I find the irony and potential humor of that situation interesting.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, imprisonment, murder, blood, religion, obsession, death, possessiveness, unhealthy mindset

(My works are for entertainment and not meant seriously! Please believe in whatever religion you would like! Or don't. That's up to you.)

Malleus Draconia/Lilia Vanrouge/Sebek Zigvolt-Player tries to share their religious beliefs

You have broken your local friendly (and not so harmless) neighbour fae

Why is God believing in... another higher power?

Wait... DOES THAT MEAN THERE IS A HIERARCHY WHTHIN THE GODLY SOCIETY??!

(Well since us being God is more or less something they came up with themselves and because we live in a society in which we need some sort of law and order... yes. Apparently there is a hierarchy in our “godly” society)

Or maybe someone had stolen your position and now you are damned to wander as a mortal in the world you created??!

Please get this madman some ice cream... I can see smoke coming from his mouth

And then you get deeper into the details of your belief, telling him about certain days on which you celebrate things...

Does that mean that you are unhappy with how they celebrate you your holiness?

Malleus is already done writing the letter for his grandmother in which this is recorded and is about to send the thing

Please stop him! We don't know what a bunch of religious fanatics would do if they found out that their God is unhappy with them...

Just try to keep your teachings to a minimum ok?

And please do tell him that you don't want to wage a war against some religion from another world

The poor man just looks so confused and like he is ready to just bang his head against a wall (poor wall! Won't survive that...)

If you also share your beliefs with others, please tell them to keep your discussion to themselves

We wouldn't want our oh so lovely follower to believe that they are challenging us with that other higher power? Right?

So many broken limbs and red... paint

Ok he is calm. He is chill.

Just sipping tomato juice out of a wine glass whilst listening interested

... You do get that I am just joking, right?

You actually believed that Lillia, the man himself, would accept this kind of thing?

You were the only light he had in the days he was still wearing his armour and now you say that some... heathen puts themselves above you

This man is full on delusional

He would rather create a story that doesn't make any sense in his head than accept that maybe, maybe you aren't that holy figure he always saw you as

Because if he were to admit that you weren't who they thought you were then what was the point of it all?

What was the point of the war?

What was the point of him grasping an old friend's hand whilst watching how the light left their eyes?

No, he would rather say that this other higher being has corrupted your thoughts and made you its marionette

So the second someone dares to say that they are interested in your belief his sword is sharpened and he is uh... making them the size of their head shorter

All whilst following Malleus orders

But even Liliaknows that he would have done this even if Malleus hadn't told him to do it

Now how should he twist your mind to make you remember you once more that you are God?

On well, there is always the good old “keeping them in a room all alone until they do everything you ask them to do because of pure loneliness”

How... fun...

Excuse me for a second, I need to get my headphones so that my poor ears are at least somewhat protected

He was raised by Lilia

What do you expect me to say? That he all calm and accepting and is fully on your side about believing in whatever you want?

Nah. I would recommend going to a doctor afterwards. You know, your poor ears...

But the day was sunny, the birds were chirping and Sebek was higher than cloud nine because he was sipping tea with the Overseer

Or rather was

Rook was very confused about why birds were suddenly leaving the forest in panic but he is a different kind of dilemma so moving on

After you had told him about your beliefs he had stared at you for a second or two before doing irreversible damage to your ears in the form of “WHAT??!”

Prepare to be picked up (whilst he apologizes), carried towards Diasomnia (whilst he apologizes) and held up high whilst he screams something about you being used for an evil scheme (after he apologized)

So... how is your new room with all the locks doing for you? Those bars in front of the window are made out of gold... just saying...

And who could be guarding your room other than Sebek?

Man over here volunteered

Lilia had to feed him some potion so the half-fae would finally go to sleep after three days of just standing in front of your door

Also, small talk to get out doesn't do it

He is determined to make you understand ”who you truly are” or something like that

So since Lilia isn't cooking during you “visit” how is the food?

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suugrbunz · 1 month

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Part Two — Main Focus will be Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal, David Solomon, and inevitably the camp Rosie saw when tagging along with the Red Army.

Welcome to part two, you can find part one here. That part is entirely about the Band of Brothers series and Jewish identity. If you enjoy this essay, you'll enjoy the previous one! Find that one here: X

Let's talk about Rosenthal!! Let me start with; love him and this fandom better not overlook his Jewishness in their fics because this man is from… Brooklyn but more specifically Flatbush. Now, I know people who may not know exactly what Flatbush is and why I put any emphasis on that place. Many Yeshivas are in Flatbush and honestly it is very close to Crown Heights. Crown Heights is kind of like the orthodoxy capital of America. So, all that to say; I don't know the form of Judaism he observed but we can deduce he was Jewish and observing the religion. This is also backed by the fact he married a Jewish woman. So, when I say this man was raised Jewish, I mean it. So, don't dwindle him down to tokenism such as saying things about him loving Chanukah. It might be true but people outside of our religion use Chanukah like it's our holiest holiday. It's actually minor. It is important to represent someone who is of any minority correctly and Rosie (mwah) is no different.

Now in the documentary posted after the MoTa series ended we hear firsthand that the Jews of America KNEW what was happening in Europe. Rosie Rosenthal states this. Plain as plain can be. Which was his main motivation for joining the army air force. Rosenthal comes across a concentration camp which is based in truth. If you find this to be tokenism then sorry but you're wrong. In an age where I see people telling Jews that we are drinking children's blood, murderers, and denial of the holocaust. I think incorporating the reality of the sho’ah is essential. When I was doxxed for being Jewish. Fear showing my Star of David necklace— yeah, it is important!

Don't belittle representation of a minority especially if you are not part of the minority. It isn't your place to police if it was tokenism or not.

Let's address the concentration camp scene and its reality. Firstly, the pungently rotten smell of dead bodies permeates throughout the air whilst the Red Army is near it in the scene. We see Rosie is obviously disturbed by the smell and against his better judgement he goes to its source after asking to stretch his legs. In the following scene we see him discover the dead bodies in the camp uniform. Let's discuss this fact first and foremost. As the Red Army and Patton's Army were approaching the camps they did one of three things; Put them on marches to the interior of Germany (we see this happen in the show with POWs), kill everyone in the camp, or abandon the camp. Information on this particular camp leaves me to woefully say; Everyone in this camp was murdered or sent on death marches to a different camp so they couldn't be liberated. The town the concentration camp resided in was liberated by the 2nd Byelorussian front. More information on this camp can be found here: x

In one of the barrack rooms, which happens to be the one Rosie goes into, there were children. There is a drawing of a menorah, a magen David (which he touches), and Yiddish. Yiddish would've been taught more so than Hebrew in the 1800s-1940s European Jewry. Yiddish itself is a dialect of Judeo-Germanic. What does this mean? It means a Diaspora created a dialect using their native tongue and the regional language. Later on, it developed into its own language with its own dialects depending on where they were. Anyway, I shall digress and return to the true topic at hand. During this we see the words translated as; The judge of life will judge for life. It has religious tones to it but I am not here to explain what it may have meant. I'm not a rabbi.

Later on, when he is about to board a plane to go back to England— he encounters a survivor in the town. Their conversation displays something many survivors struggled with— did G-d remember them? How could tatty have forgotten us? Many Jews lost their religious beliefs after this, some stayed steadfast. I'm not sure how I would've reacted but there is no right or wrong way to react. What you see in this interaction is a genuine representation. Additionally, mass immigration and displaced persons camps were common from this point forward for Jewish people. They had to figure out where they were going to be safe.

On the other hand we have David Solomon... We see David Solomon questioned for being Jewish in the POW camp based on name. He is obviously Jewish. In the show, we see in a scene that after being questioned we hear the Major say; “We are all Americans.”. That didn't matter to the Nazis. I am sorry but the last name Solomon and first name David are nearly stereotypically Jewish. In the show and in this essay we need to address; He was treated differently because the Nazi officers knew he was Jewish. In an interview from 1980, also addresses the fact he too knew that there was a degree of persecution of Jews in mainland Europe. Solomon didn't wear his dog tags because it had H for Hebrew on it and the Jews in the military knew— they'd be treated differently. Even without the dog tags around his neck, he was still treated differently. Solomon was separated from the other members of the 100th and was told he was a spy. The reason for suspicion was due to him placing propaganda leaflets on his pyjamas shirts. I need to add he thought he was going home soon which is why he had the leaflets; He'd gotten them from some Royal Air Force plane that emergency landed the night before the downing of his plane and subsequent capture. Then, the day of the mission, he was in pyjamas because he assumed he was going home. Don't ask me. I don't know. All I know is this is genuinely what he said in the interview. Anyway, after this, he was roughly interrogated due to the suspicion of him being a spy (his words but I suspect this means possible torture.). Additionally, he lost around seventy pounds (est~ 190 lbs to 128) by the time he was liberated. David says Jewish American POWs were treated differently but he isn't sure whether or not Jewish POWs were killed. He also stated that amongst the higher ranking officers there was subtle antisemitism but there were some Jewish officers which balanced it out. Among the antisemitic officers, some had little to no care about what was happening to the Jews; Even if they knew. Many were just medal hungry— they wanted their medals, they wanted to look good. It was a lack of humanitarianism within the higher ranks. Finally, David Solomon says he doesn't consider himself a holocaust camp survivor to any degree (not sure who would).

After the war, those who told the stories were the refugees and newspapers. David Solomon met some of these refugees since some of his own (presumably) extended family members hosted refugees during the war. After learning all of the information, he went as far as to question (he admits this was wrong of him to question but) he goes on to say, “Why the atomic bomb wasn't dropped on Germany”.

You can listen to the interview here: x

You can find extra background information that I didn't include but read here: x

The Allies knew what was happening to the Jewish population of Europe. They. Knew. They could've stopped it but let me explain why they didn't. Through the American political lense— they put a quota on specifically Jewish immigration solely because they wanted to keep a majority Christian nation. They turned away Jewish refugees throughout the war. An example of this being Billy Joel’s (bye i keep using him as my example) parents who had to immigrate to Cuba during the duration of the war. After the war, they went to New York. However, a family that also tried going to America were the Franks. Yes, those Franks. Anne Frank, Margot, and Edith would have survived if America didn't refuse them.

#masters of the air #mota #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal #david solomon

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