#dilf hunting once again

[fbfh]

just woke up from a baby dream and I'm a sobbing wreck :) anyway Logan Huntzberger doesn't expect much from his future besides monetary success, partying, and a lot lot lot of sex. he definitley doesn't expect to look up one day and realize he's sharing a home, a life with someone. not only that, but he's the one that instigated it. he told you in college he didn't like you being around other guys. he stopped caring about the girls that he would go between, because now he just seems to care about you. everything else falls to the sidelines. so he comes back to his big fancy house after an important business meeting on the golf course, and he sees you there. some old sitcom is marathoning on tv, and you're wrapped up in fluffy blankets, hair up and out of your face. you look so cozy, so comfortable. you keep adjusting the blankets, fussing with them as you hum softly. he walks closer, overcome with a feeling of love and swelling pride and... paternal instinct he's never felt. your son Henry, just a month or two old is bundled on your arms. you look up at Logan and smile so warmly he could cry just from the look on your face when you see him.

"hi," you breathe softly. Henry's settled down, so you don't want to rile him up too much, but he's not all the way asleep.

"hey ace," he breaths, sitting next to you. he wraps you in his arms and kisses you, meeting forgotten as you both admire you baby boy together. you rub his tummy gently, soothingly, and Logan smooths his hair. it's short and fuzzy, and a little prickly. it makes him laugh softly. Henry is wearing the white and blue onesie Honor got for him at the baby shower. he makes a mental note to take some pictures to send her of him wearing it. the soft fabric of his polo shirt and the smell of his cologne mixed with the distinct remnants of golf course air is so comforting. he watches you admire your son, trace the shape of his cute little nose, copy the faces he makes, babble little noises at him. he watches you smooth his hair and help him get comfortable in your arms, watches you place your finger in his hand so he can hold onto it with that surprisingly strong baby death grip. Henry wiggles around, getting comfortable in your arms, and you kiss his forehead again. once you're sure that he's settled, not too warm and not too cold, comfortable and lying safely, you can finally relax. you rest your head on Logan's shoulder, closing your eyes and finally letting yourself relax and rest a little. you take in a big deep breath of his masculine scent, somehow both spicy and refreshing, and sigh. you're content. you're more than content, he realizes. you're happy. Logan... made you happy. he found out what you wanted and built you a life you want, a life he wants. it hits him like a ton of bricks in one overwhelming, amazing moment, and he soaks in the feeling, watching the way your sleeping babys face and yours mirror each other.

[mull3ts]

[ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒; ONE WAY TICKET ]

⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Friend’s Dad! Mark, Daddy Kink, Blowjobs, Dry Humping, Degradation/Praise Kink

Mark thought he was like you once, shy, timid, unsure. But one singular move proves him completely wrong. 

You were introduced to him as his daughter’s friend, the daughter of the couple next door, swinging by for a few weeks before heading back to campus. He gave you a handshake, a polite smile. He thought you were just a little shy when you could barely hold up a conversation with him, only speaking when he asked you something.

Initially, Mark didn’t think anything of it. 

He knew you were watching a movie with his daughter, so he went back up to his room, tending to whatever business he needed to. That’s when he thought something of it. He thought about how pretty you are, gorgeous even. Sure you were shy, but he’s sure that some people are like that at your age. He knows he was like that at your age. 

Mark’s not blind, he could see right through you from where your eyes subtly darted when he spoke to you. He likes you. Besides being a sight for sore eyes, you’re smart, clever, witty, he sees the way you talk to his daughter. He just wishes that maybe you were a little bolder. 

Mark Lee doesn’t make first moves. 

That’s when you lied between your teeth to your friend saying you needed to use the bathroom. You didn’t really. You didn’t even know why you even told her that. So, you walked upstairs, hunting for the bathroom when you decided to go…left, right, left…right—you decide to go right. As soon as you do, the bedroom door swings open making you stumble back into a wall. You blink a couple of times.

Oh look, it’s Mr. Lee. 

“Holy shit,” he apologizes, his eyes widening in horror. “A-Are you alright? Are you hurt?” 

You’re still rapidly blinking, also in horror. “N-No, sorry, Mr. Lee. I- I didn’t mean to, uhm, yeah.” 

He’s confused for a second. He glances at the bathroom door. “Were you gonna go in there?” 

“Uh-” 

“Because, honestly, the toilet’s just kinda like a little-” 

Screw it. The next thing you know you’re shoving his chest back into his room. He hums a little in surprise, muttering “What the—?” the moment the door clicks behind you. You’re a little surprised you did that.

He’s a little surprised he let that happen. 

You breathe in. “I want to suck your cock.” 

What the fuck. You’ve never done this before. Why did you just tell him that? You're only acquainted with Mr. Lee and, to be completely honest, you don’t even remember his first name—John? Marcus? William? You're sure it starts with an M. You’re also sure it’s probably Mark.

Mr. Lee does a double take. “Did you say…?” 

You nod. “Yes. I wanna get on my knees and gag on your cock.” 

He narrows his eyes down at you. 

“Please.” You add, hoping that maybe it’ll convince him. 

“Y/n, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he trails off like he’s skeptical. “You’re young, I’m like twice your age..and I don’t think maybe you’d wanna mingle around some guy like me, honey. You should go for someone younger, maybe, closer to your age, y'know live your life.” He continues, “Besides, I’m an adult, you’re probably barely an adult, and I just don’t think you should be getting into adult games you should be getting into young adult things.” His hands are on your shoulders at this point. 

Is this man serious? He’s not your dad. “Y’know, Mr. Lee, thank you for the fatherly advice, but, I’d rather you give me life lessons while your cock is in my mouth.” 

One of his eyebrows is cocked up, probably in amusement. “Uh-huh…you sure you wanna…” 

“Suck your cock? Yes.” you answer immediately. “Please.” You add, again. 

“Well,” he shrugs, walking over and sitting in one of his cushioned chairs. “Just tell me if it gets too much for you, honey.” he sighs, pointing for you to sit in-between his thighs—you quickly oblige, getting on your knees in front of him. 

You look up at him as you unfasten his belt, pull down the zipper; your fingers reaching for the waistband of his briefs. His voice interrupts your movements, “You sure my kid’s not gonna wonder where you went?” he pries “Whatcha’ gonna do if she comes in to see her pretty little friend gagging on her dad’s cock, hm?” 

Fuck you for wearing shorts. You could feel your wetness begin to ooze out of you. 

The corner of Mark’s mouth curls up just a little when you don’t respond to him, opting to pull his briefs down lower until his swollen dick slips out, slapped against his stomach. Your lips part in awe, looking at it up and down; your eyes fixate on the white fluid beading at the tip. It’s precum according to Twitter. 

Your stomach is doing somersaults. Why did you think you could do this? Why did you think you could fit all of that in your mouth? You have a gag reflex!

Fingers creep through your hair, almost soothing you, messing your hair just a little. “Go on, baby,” he pushes. “Take it just like you told me you wanted to.” 

You press an unassuming kiss on the base of his cock first, earning a curse from him. 

God you’re such a virgin. 

You stick your tongue out, letting it glide from the base up to the precum where you close your mouth around the tip. His fingers in your hair leave your scalp, the fingers wrap around your hair creating a makeshift ponytail, insinuating he wants to have control over her. Maybe he’s holding back.

Yeah Mark is definitely holding back. 

If it was anyone else like one of his flings, he would’ve already been far into their throat, shoving his dick in as far as allowed. But he’s not. Because you’re different. He likes you. He definitely likes you. If you were just anyone else he would be less…reserved. He doesn’t want to scare you. He’s refraining himself. 

It’s not for long, though. You come to realize that you need more, you want him to teach you about his stupid “adult games”. You use one of your hands to play with his balls and the other to hold onto his calf. You release your hold when you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, a.k.a the part you couldn’t fit in your mouth. He twitches in your mouth, while he cusses again, his grip on your hair tightening. You assume you’re into pain by the way your cunt clenches around nothing at the feeling. 

Mr. Lee clicks his tongue, the “tsk” he gives is just a little condescending. Using his free hand, he grips your jaw to help you out a bit, easing his dick further into your mouth. “Such a pretty girl with a pretty mouth,” he grins. You take another inch of him, trying your best to use your tongue more than your teeth. You conclude sucking dick might be harder than you thought. 

“Look at you, struggling on my dick. Pretty baby’s havin’ a little trouble down there, isn’t she?” he chuckles at the way you glare up at him, all helpless and at his disposal. “Don’t forget to breathe through your nose, baby.” 

You try to breathe in, breathing in his scent as you take him deeper, letting him guide you by your hair. You swirl your tongue around his base, emitting soft groans from him. Gosh your jaw hurts. And he hasn’t even hit your throat yet! 

He groans, loudly. “Fuck, I love your little—shit—You ever had a cock in your mouth, baby?” 

You don’t answer, his hold on your jaw tightens. “Answer me.” 

Tears are forming in your eyes as you shake your head. You pull back a little only to plunge his cock farther, his pubes tickling your nose just a little. 

“Good girl,” he praises, your chest swells with pride. “Such a smart girl, aren’t you?” 

You’re so wet now, you’re desperate. You bob your head, tears becoming more prevalent in your eyes everytime he hits your throat. He smiles, using his thumb to wipe away your tears while still holding your jaw. 

You finally have the courage to look up at him, seeing how large he appears from this angle. He’s got a small smirk on his face, a strand of his greying hair fallen on his forehead. 

“Fuck,” he groans. “Look at how fuckin’ gorgeous you look,” He praises, now rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “You’re such a slut too, beggin’ to suck your friend’s dad’s cock. You love my cock, don’t you?” 

You whine around his dick, gasping when he yanks you by the hair to pull out. He’s looking at you expectantly. A smirk plastered on his face. You bite your lip, nodding your head eagerly. “Yes!” you cry “Yes, sir!”

He’s immediately satisfied, plunging your mouth back straight to his dick. This time, you hollow out your cheeks, sliding your mouth even further and backwards. His hips thrust upwards, clutching your hair harshly as he uses your mouth. “Such a good girl for me, baby, fuck. Baby knows how to use her mouth for some good, huh?” 

His praise makes you hum around his shaft. Though, a part of you feels just a little jealous he’s been with other people. Not to mention the fact that he’s clearly had a wife. 

Mr. Lee’s dick hits the back of your throat making you gag around him. “Thaaat’s my little slut,” he groans out. “Gag on my dick like I know you wanna.” 

You do as you’re told, letting his cock slide into the back of your throat over and over again. You feel him twitch inside you, his hips beginning to stutter. 

He cusses again, “M’gonna cum, baby,” he pants “M’gonna cum down your throat, and you’re gonna fuckin’ take it, aren’t you?” he chuckles. “You’re gonna take it just like you wanted, pretty girl.” 

You whine around his cock. He smiles. 

Mr. Lee is beyond pleased. Good. 

“Fuuuck,” he lets out a long drawl before he shoots his cum straight down your throat. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head at the feeling. He yanks you off his dick, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his dick. “Swallow it all.” 

You oblige. Looking up at him when you’ve taken everything. “I’ve never done that before.” you timidly admit. 

He scrunches his nose at you, his eyes still hooded. “Lying is a bad, bad thing to do, little girl.” 

You pout, “I swear!” 

“Then you’re very good at it,” he holds your jaw again, his thumb parting your lips. “You ever been kissed before?” 

“Once or twice.” you murmur, a little ashamed. 

He gives you a little smile, his lips now touching—kissing yours. You whine against him, your hand resting on his thigh. He grins against your lips, reaching down to pick you up and place you on his thigh. You’re pretty sure he can taste his cum now that his tongue made its way inside. 

Something possessed you when you were straddling his thigh, the next thing you knew, you were rubbing your cunt on his leg. 

Mr. Lee chuckles softly, watching you in complete amusement as you humped his thigh. You’re so sensitive from rubbing your thighs together that you’re such a whiny mess on him. Yes, you still need to get back to your friend (his daughter), but yes—you feel too good to do so. 

He keeps you secure, his hand still on your waist as he watches you use his thigh to your heart's content, moaning and whining out just for him. You don’t even care that you’re leaving a damp spot on his stupid trousers. “Get off on my thigh, you poor baby, you need to cum so badly, don’t you?” 

You sob, his hand on your waist comforting you. “Please,” you begin to beg, “J-Just wanna cum, Daddy, please~” 

That’s the exact moment his grasp on your waist tightens, his already dark eyes grow darker. “Good girl,” he praises, his heart swollen from pride by the name you called him. “Such a good girl making yourself cum all over Daddy’s thigh.” 

You cry out, your body shuddering and clinging onto the man for dear life. As if you could get any closer to your orgasm, he continues. 

“That’s why you need me, huh, you need a fuckin’ Daddy.” he groans “None of these boys, lousy little inexperienced college boys. Do they bother you, baby? Is that why you come to me to get off? You come to me to guide you? Why you need your Daddy?”  

A loud moan leaves your lips, “Yes, yes, yes, Daddy! T-That’s why I need you, need y-you so…so bad!” 

“Good baby,” he coos, drawing out the “O” as he lifts your flimsy shirt above your head, pushing your bra out of the way, pinching your nipples. “Cum. Cum for Daddy, sweetheart.” 

Your limbs turn all jelly-like, and the next thing you know you’re like a puddle in Mr. Lee’s arms. Screaming and crying as your body spasms with nothing but pleasure, it’s like you’re seeing stars. You can barely hear him praising you endlessly as you cling onto him. You’re a hundred percent sure you’re sobbing tears. 

He’s got a shit eating grin on his face as he takes you in. His finger dipping in your shorts to find the slick that’s gushed out of you, holding it to his mouth to taste. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good,” he mumbles to himself as his eyes shoot to your tits then right back at your face. “Pull your shirt down, baby.” The smile never leaves his stupid face. “And fix your cute little bra.” 

Your face is on fire. You glare at him, fixing your bra. This man can’t be real.

You’re both just staring at each other now, not really paying any mind to the time or anything else, really. But, the clock on his wall is like a slap in the face. You sigh. “I- I should really go.” 

Mr. Lee looks at his watch. He sighs, “Guess so, baby.” 

You place a kiss to his cheek and throw him a demure smile when you pull away. “You know where to find me.” 

He rolls his eyes at you before grabbing your face, kissing you right on the lips. He pulls away. “Dunno ‘bout that honey,” he teases. 

“Then maybe open your window later for a little something, Daddy.” you tease back. 

You both realized your rooms’ windows face eachother. 

Perfect. 

“Maybe I will.” 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, biting back another smile. “See ya, Mr. Lee.” 

“Later, gorgeous.” 

You leave his room, closing the door behind you with an ear-to-ear grin on your face. Before you know it you’re lying to your friend again about how sick you feel, saying you need to go home. 

On your way up to your room, you’re mouthing “Mark” until you open your window. Your face heats up when his window is already wide open, he’s already there giving you one of his shit-eating grins. 

You beam back at him. Luckily, you managed to get his number from his daughter. You call him. He looks at you questionably, but picks up, amused. 

“Hey there, old man.” you taunt. 

“You really shouldn’t have came into my room, honey.” 

“Really? Why not?” you pout. 

“Being with your friend's dad really isn’t good for you.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. “And how do you know what’s good for me Mr. Mark ‘know it all’ Lee?” 

“Cause' I’m older.” he extends his arms, stretching “Got more life experience.” 

“So,” you prod. “Whatcha’ gonna do about it, hm?” 

“Knock some sense into you.” 

“Uh-huh,” you raise your eyebrows. “How do you plan on doing that, exactly?” 

His eyes never leave yours. “You’ll see.” 

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[rosyjn]

Dilf!Jake catching you in your first heat MDNI

You nock the arrow, keeping the bow string stretched as you aim for a nearby bird. It is a colorful animal, resting on a branch. Your chest, adorned with flowers that barely cover your plump breasts, rises and falls with your breath.

You have been trying to ignore it. The tsahik told you this would come soon. The onset of your heat, you’ve been noticing since this morning. When you woke up, there was this strange hot feeling and an eager wetness between your legs. You should not have ignored it.

All you want to do is focus on hunting. This isn’t fair. Your head floods with bothersome thoughts. You release the arrow from the bow, the tense string making a snapping noise. Your sharp weapon flies through the air, striking the bird and knocking it off of its perch.

A relieved exhale leaves your mouth. You lower your bow. A prayer leaves your lips. May Eywa bless this soul.

You also need help from Eywa. Your legs are starting to tremble. Your clit is starting to throb. Your body is showing an unfamiliar neediness. You sigh, removing your hunting gear from your body and setting it aside. The weight feels good when it is off of your back.

Your ears perk to the sound of feet rustling through the forest. You quickly spin around, your eyes widening.

“Jeez, don’t worry doll. It’s just me.” It is the Olo’eyktan. Jake Sully. Your gut fills with butterflies. Your brain is telling you, that maybe you should ask him to give you a ride home on his direhorse. But no, there’s something else that your cunt wants.

“Oh, ma’Olo’eyktan..” you greet him, lowering your head and making an I see you gesture. “Can I ask for your help with something?”

He knows. He knows already. He could almost smell it. You sweet, innocent thing. You need to be guided to Mo’at, maybe a boyfriend. But, he think he’s so lucky he caught you first. He gets the privilege, now- of showing you how it’s done. He gets to show you how good his cock is.

“Of course.” He dismounts his direhorse, walking over to you. You awkwardly step back, lowering your body to the forest floor. He nods. “Lean back against that rock, hon.” You do what he says, shifting your position for him.

“I- I think I’m in-“ you stutter. You’re laying down now. He calmly strides over to you and his mouth falls gently agape.

“Relax,” he chuckles, kneeling to your level. “Why don’t ya, y’know, show me?” He suggests. His hand comes to your knee and he taps it lightly with his thumb.

“I want you to, make me feel better..” you spread your legs open for him. His breath grows faster. “Help me with my problem, sir. Please.” Jake swallows and clears his throat.

“I gotta take this off, alright? Daddy’ll make ya feel real good. No more heat pains.” He assures you, now grabbing the strings of your loincloth and fiddling with them until they fall loose and untied. You wince at the fresh breeze on your engorged clit. “Shh, relax.”

“Need it, need it so bad..” you’re already dripping wet, now squirming desperately. “Please touch me.” Jake almost chokes the at request.

“You sure?” He didn’t think you’d give in this quickly. When you give him puppy dog eyes and wince from the sensitivity down there, he agrees to help you out. He starts to buck his hips against his tewng. You whine, reaching forward for the strings of his garment. He shushes you and once again asks you to relax. “I can undress myself, hon. Don’t worry.”

He shuffles his hands around his waistband until the thin fabric is removed from his body.

He’s huge. Throbbing. He gulps, his hands reaching to touch your body. Your face turns a shade of purple. You spread your legs far and wide for him.

“Please, sir.” You cannot wait any longer. He shushes you, getting into position as the leaves rustle on the ground.

“Alright, I’m gonna go in, tell me if you want me to stop.” He coos, pushing his hips forward. His cock sinks into your tight pussy, giving it the stretch it needed. His mushroom tip probes your walls immediately. You gasp, tightening around him. You needed this so bad. Jake grunts, baring his teeth as he continues to buck his hips all the way until he’s balls deep.

You whine, like a desperate animal. Your back arches. You’re so goddamn tight. When he bottoms out in you, you squeal.

“Thank you, mmph! Thank you, sir.” You moan. You start to get flustered, hot, needy. “Faster, faster, please..” you whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist. He is surprised. Pleasantly surprised. He shakes his head and smiles.

“Sure you can take it?” He teases, accepting the challenge. You beg. You beg for him to fuck you harder. You want him to fill you with cum, so that your heat will never bother you again. You don’t know how it works. All you know is that you want him to ruin you and paint you white. Breed you.

He growls, picking up the pace and fucking you harder. Your body shakes. Every thrust of his makes you wetter and wetter. You clench around his cock. He starts to notice your pleasure, challenging it by slamming into you. You yelp, arching your back as you feel his thick cock stretch you.

“Mmmph, sir!” Your eyes clench shut, your breasts bouncing with each rut.

“Too much?” He asks, his skin beginning to glisten with sweat. He hisses with every time you clench and pulse around his girth. The space fills up with the noises of arousal- moaning, panting, skin slapping, and the ground rustling.

“Feels good-“ you whimper.

“I’ll fill ya up, I’ll cum inside of you. Your tight little cunt, fuck.” He grabs your breasts, slamming into you harder and harder.

You squeal again, a primal need filling your heat as you feel Jake’s precum dribble out of his tip and towards your cervix. He fucks his seed deeper into you. You grip onto his shoulders, pulling him towards you. He pants and leans down until his chest touches yours. You love the feeling of his weight on top of you and his cum inside of you.

“Yes! Yes, Jake!” You feel your climax approaching you rapidly. An electric pleasure pulses through your body. Your clit is swollen with pure pleasure. He grunts above you, bottoming out, and holding himself there.

His tip presses into your cervix, his orgasm washing over him as his thick cum sprays into your womb. You let out a cry, your nails digging into Jake’s back.

You try to catch your breath. Jake clicks his tongue a few times before pulling out of you. A trail of cum leaks down your folds. Your eyes flutter.

“You okay?” He takes a look at your sore pussy and reaches for your loincloth. You nod. What will you tell the village?

[r0-boat]

mother to a werewolf child

Head cannons for my dilf werewolf OC being the father of your kid.

Feat. The cannon ship kid with reader: Forest.

Sfw

Cw: babies, being pregnant, mental health struggles, PTSD, anxiety, hurt/comfort, domestic life in the woods, baby fever, uhh brief non graphic description of birth.

[Author's notes: Forest was created because I thought it would be fun for me to give you a ship kid with my OC. Forest is the only one that's Canon if you ever want to kid. They canonically look like the with reddish hair. so they can be anything you want, and they can be any gender you want too]

Cole is heavily damaged by the trauma that his ex-wife gave him after she had kids with him, so for some reason, the Deep anxiety is telling him that you will soon leave him too. Before his ex left him, when she found out he was a werewolf and he never saw his children again, he cut all contact with her in exchange of her not letting out his secret to everyone she knows.

He wanted to have a child with you. All he wanted to be was a father, but now here you are pregnant, and he's having a panic attack. Silently in his wolf form, he whimpered underneath furniture just enough for his big size. When you tried talking to him he almost didn't recognize you snarling and almost biting you but you wouldn't leave your husband and the father of your child alone. You gently stroked his head as the whining slowly stopped. He apologized for the outburst as a man he knows he should be much stronger than this and he also apologizes for almost biting you.

The pregnancy for the werewolf child was rough. You swore it was almost as if you were turning into one yourself, and your cravings for meat only intensified into raw game meat. Cole was happy to provide his instincts once again, tapping into the urge to provide for his hungry spouse with the child in their tummy. Your hormones are out of control, and you're physically weak. This child is sapping all of your strength.

Your husband, before this point, said his favorite thing to do when the chores were completed was sit down on the couch and watch TV with a beer. He stepped up, he vowed to take care of everything, he cleaned the house how you would clean it, he did everything and more. As much as he'd hate it if his side gig for hunting weren't bringing enough to feed you, he would go back and work driving hours to the nearest small town and work any job they would give him.

He has never felt like this before, and honestly, he loves it. The feeling of being relied on always felt oddly comforting to him. Maybe that's just his werewolf instincts he'd never know. It was tiring. But it was all worth it seeing your smiling face as you finally try to muster your strength to get out of bed. This inhuman child demanded so much of your energy. The person who gave you that beautiful demon spawn was at your beck and call. Cole, in the future, what, annoyingly uses this as an example of what masculinity should be. Men give it their all to take care of their wives.

One night, two crooks broke into your house, and before they could do anything, once they found you helplessly on your shared bed, your husband found you. In danger and potential, Danger got flashbacks to how his ex found him as a werewolf protecting her, and he lost it. He could have killed them that night if it weren't for him holding himself back as the Intruders ran shit scared. He held you tightly, his hand, your stomach, calming himself down. " so what's that like?" You ask. Call scratched his scruffy chin before answering, "It's hard to explain, but it's like having tunnel vision. All I could think about was you being hurt, as if I was in the moment. All I could see was you being hurt and pure anger."

Cole, with nowhere else, put you to deliver the child. He had to call a person who knew how to do it his mother. A werewolf just like him, a kind, gentle red-haired lady. You had met her before and she knew you were the right one and before long you had a wonderful child.

When Cole held his child in his arms, he had flashbacks to win. He had to bust his ass to make sure you were well and fed throughout your pregnancy, and he cried tears of joy. Never once would he forget and regret that day

Forest was... Wild they are intelligent and learn very quickly; however, raising them was like having a little puppy with the intelligence of a human child. However, your dumbass husband was prepared. You had to double-take when you saw the plastic bag with the PetSmart label on it.... it worked... as long as Forest wasn't chewing on the furniture.

Forest in their wolf form looked exactly like their father, albeit with a more brownish-red tint from dad and with one floppy ear.

Cole was beaming with pride he swears it won't be like the last time he'll protect Forest with his life. Cole, we'll teach them everything they know how to find edible plants and hunting. Father and child running through the forest feeling the wind in their fur with you on Cole's back traveling to a small creek to play in the cool water need to go home and fall asleep in Cole's arms snuggling you close, lovingly protectively

[tojisun]

heaven to him

dilf!jake sully x na’vi fem reader

!! fluff and smut - minors dni; kind of accidental voyeur; slight exhibition kink (it’s jake’s teehee); so much pet names (sucker for them); banters <33; jake and his insatiable desire is its own warning // 1.7k words

: so it came to me in a vision; started fluff and ended in smut idk why (im a liar - i do know why and its bc of jake!!!); i dont mention any dilf!jake aspects but the whole fic screams dilf!jake and i need yall to see my vision; hope you guys would like this <33; title from off to the races - lana

your ears twitch, having only managed to catch the tail end of the sound. you frown, your head rising from where it’s pressed on jake’s chest, thinking that by doing so, you could hear better.

jake rouses from his near-sleep, blinking exhausted eyes open to watch as your ears flick up, straining to hear the unusual sound.

“ma’yawntu?” he asks, rubbing your shoulder in comfort at seeing how tense you’ve gotten. 

you fumble with your hand to press it on jake’s lips, non-verbally telling him to quiet down. he blinks, confused, and his brows furrow when he notices your tail begin swishing behind you in agitation.

a squeak resonates again, this time louder and clearer. you jolt, your hand leaving his face to clutch at the straps of his dagger’s sheath, not expecting the drawled out sound it made or how it pitched higher at the end. you turn to jake, wondering if he heard it too.

jake coughs because he did. oh, fuck, he did.

his cheeks tingle, his eyes ducking away to look anywhere but you. you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion, realizing that jake knows what it must be that’s making that sound, but he is refusing to help you out.

you think he is playing with you; that he is making a game out of this to hone your skills in stealth and hunting. so you grin to yourself, slinking out of his hold and ignoring his protests to creep closer to the entrance of the clearing.

“sweetheart, no-” but jake is interrupted by another drawn out squeal. 

this time, you recognize the sound and you gasp, turning to jake, your eyes blown wide in surprise. your cheeks burn, the heat rushing down to your neck, and you rush back to jake’s side, hitting his shoulders with the underside of your fist to tamp down your embarrassment.

jake gathers you in his arms, muffling his laughter on the top of your head as you bury your face on his chest to hide your burning cheeks. 

“aww, yawne,” he murmurs. “you feelin’ shy?”

you peek up from his arms, humming softly. jake smiles, brushing your braids away from your face and tucking the stray strands behind your ears. you huff, feeling yourself settle as you enjoy his warm embrace. 

you part your lips to suggest to your mate that you two should leave soon, if not to save yourself from the immense embarrassment, then to finally crash before the hunt tomorrow, but jake purses his lips before saying, “wanna fuck too?”

you whip your head to look at him, a hiss trickling from your lips as you swat at his stomach in surprise. it only made his endeared chuckles rumble louder so you pinch his skin instead, giggling to yourself when his smile vanished quickly, a wince creasing his face.

“you will shut up,” you say, playfully glaring at him but jake just shakes his head at you softly, patting his stinging skin while you attempt to crawl away from him.

you watch the way he parts his lips to respond to you but another drawn out moan echoes past the clearing, followed by distinct rhythmic slaps, and you choke on the air you breathe, curling to yourself in embarrassment. jake’s hand finds purchase on your waist, gripping, his own breath hitching.

“jesus,” he murmurs, his eyes blown wide. “they’re really going at it, huh?”

“ma’jake, stop commenting!” 

jake opens his lips, a retort ready, but he is cut off once again by a wet sob. this time, his face does end up scrunching as he throws his hands up in resignation. “i swear to god, why’s it every time i’m tryna talk huh?”

you sit up, giggling, unable to hold it in anymore. you slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds but hiccuped gasps of your laughter slips past your fingers, making jake smile so wide.

goddamn, baby, jake thinks as he watches you, his eyes full of reverence. how can i be so lucky to have you, ma’muntxate?

he follows the trail of your tanhi, watching the way they trickle down your supple skin and glitter like stars. he studies the way your eyes crinkle, your full lips quirked up in the most beautiful smile as you turn to him. 

jake reaches out for you, opening his arms again because he wants you in them, and you readily dive into them, nuzzling your face on his chest. 

his rumbling chuckle reverberates in the space between you two, the exhaustion of today’s date night and the ongoing embarrassment settling into both of your bones, pulling you two into a lazy embrace. you cuddle up to him and jake easily slots your body to his – two parts of a whole.

you watch the slow trembles running across his body, his skin sensitive to your breath. you giggle to yourself again, peering up at him and biting your giddy smile when jake tips his head down to meet your eyes. 

“what’s got you so happy, yawntu?” he asks.

you do not reply to him, instead choosing to quietly shuffle closer to him to press your lips onto his collarbone. you hear his sharp intake of air, his hold on you tightening, and you feel elated at seeing what you do to him. 

you pull away and look up at him, cheekily grinning, and jake just tuts before he plants a kiss on your forehead. 

“naughty girl,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by your head, and the awkward sound he made makes you laugh again. 

you bask in the silence, your eyes feeling heavy and your body calling for sleep, before jake ruins it again. “how’re you so giggly after hearin’ people fuck?”

you groan, pinching his side again and rolling your eyes at his answering hiss. 

“just pretend that we don’t hear them,” you reply, trying to find the spot you were just in, accepting the fact that you and jake might have to stay the night out here. 

“really hard to do when all my sensitive ears could hear is them fuckin’, sweetheart,” jake grumbles, one of his hands travelling down to your waist. 

“ma’jake, please. any more comments from you and i’m going to start thinking that you want to mate out here too.”

jake doesn’t reply. 

his silence rings loud and you crane your head up to look at him, gaping, feeling the telltale signs of heat spreading across your cheeks. 

he groans, embarrassed, as he hides his face away from you. “forget about it,” he murmurs, his voice sounding so weak to your ears. 

you stare at him, watching his cheeks darken. his ears are pressed flat to his skull and his tail, you belatedly realized, is loosely looped around your leg, twitching lightly in reflection of his tumultuous emotions. 

you bite your bottom lip, thinking, your own ears flicking in interest. 

jake still refuses to meet your eyes so you take the chance to study your surroundings. it is still ways away from the busy clearing and the hometree, and it is safe, hidden underneath the plush leaves of the trees. 

okay, you think, now feeling the thrums of excitement coursing through you.

“just fingers.” your voice wobbles and it is now your turn to look away when jake whips his head to look at you. 

“yeah,” you hear him say, his voice dipping into a near rumble. “just fingers.”

————

you hiccup, sobbing as jake sinks his cock in your cunt again. jake is quick to push his lips back over yours, engulfing your moans before they could break the tranquil silence. 

“shh, yawntu,” jake murmurs, his hips unrelenting as they pound into you. “not too loud.”

you claw at his back, trembling at the overwhelming pleasure racing through you. your eyes roll back to your head at a particularly angled thrust, your walls spasming as they tighten around jake’s cock. 

“jesus,” jake hisses, pressing his head against yours, ragged breaths slipping past his gritted teeth. “fucked you so many times already but y’r still so fuckin’ tight.”

“ma’jake! too mu-!” you cry, holding onto him, squirming when he grinds his cock against the same spot that had you squealing.

“i know, sweetheart, i know.” jake kisses your neck, parting his lips to lick a stripe along your throat. “y’take me so, so well.”

your hands fall to hold onto his arms, your head tipping back for a silent moan, as your legs tremble at the increasing pleasure. jake follows, covering you with his bigger body, his hands mapping your sides until they fall to your pelvis, his thumb dimpling your skin. 

jake nuzzles his face on the side of your cheeks, his eyes closed in the throes of pleasure. it is too warm now and everything is bathed in the luminous trees, but you are too lost in the euphoric ecstasy that is building within you.

“ma’jake,” you whimper, your voice wobbling at another hard thrust. “‘m close.”

“yeah?” jake begins, blinking his eyes open to gaze at you. he smiles at what he sees, his fangs peeking through. “cum with me?”

you nod, unable to mumble anything any more, feeling like your words are perpetually stuck behind your teeth amidst the pleasure. 

jake’s hips don’t stutter, thrusting wildly as he grips your hips tightly, hissing apologies for the marks that they would certainly leave. you mewl, your raspy moans filling up the space between you and jake, scratching at his arms as your orgasm builds. 

“i can feel y’r cunt spasmin’,” jake murmurs, a chuckle piercing through your hiccuped moans. “you must really love me, huh?”

jake just laughs again when you just glare up at him, your tear-stained lashes clumped together. he coos at you, rubbing his nose with yours. 

“y’r so precious, y’know that, baby?”

“ma’jake, please,” you whine, arching your back with a gasp when jake grinds his cock deep again.

“fuck, yeah, okay baby, i’ve got you,” jake says, pushing your braids away from your damp face. then, he grins, something so beautiful and utterly dangerous. “but we’re just not done yet, yawne.”

[neverchecking]

hi i just discovered your blog and your writing is amazing 😳 could i request wild x reader, breeding kink? can be yandere or not, up to you!

This deleted twice- if it does it again I'm going to cry-

You ABSOLUTELY can. You can, you can you can-

I have a bit of a favorite. sue me.

If your looking for some noice breeding stuff with wild, @fanfic-fairy-fountain has some mouth watering, thigh clenching, till it remembers every vein DILF! Wild content that made me bark man.

Anyway, Smut so MDNI! 18+

Smut CW: AFAB reader, Breeding Kink. Wild being his namesake, mans has baby fever badly.

He couldn't explain it.

After coming out of the shrine of Resurrection, he had felt...lost. Like a shattered vase with too many pieces missing to have any hope of being put back together. He was no longer the knight that Zelda boasted around- that Link died in the shrine over a century ago- even if it didn't stop her from parading him around like a show pony. He wasn't a champion of old, Revali was right about one thing. He was just...Link. Link of Hateno, who lived on the outskirts of the small village. Who came into town every once in while for supplies. Who otherwise kept to himself, but remained friendly, as long as his companion was happy.

The village couldn't quite place what you meant to him, but that was fine. He knew what you meant to him. You were his Goddess. His reason for living. You kept him sane. You saw his shatter pieces and decided they were worth it. You saw his jagged edges and razor sharp features and soothed them all with a gentle hand and graceful words. You placed yourself firmly in his life without any intentions of leaving. He wouldn't let you leave anymore anyway.

Not when you had made such an impact in his life. Not when you put value in something he saw as worthless. Not when you put your entire trust into believing he could be someone worthy of your love. How could he let something like you, such a blessing, go? He couldn't.

And what better way to keep him tied to you by doing everything you asked of him? Want him to slay an entire monster camp? Elementary. Want him to go, venture out into the wilderness just to hunt this incredibly rare animal? Done. Want to sit on his face and choke him with your thighs? You better be ready to suffocate him because he's not coming out until your coming undone over top of him. Wanna ride his thighs? He's sitting prim and proper for you. Want to tie him up in satin ribbons to use for your own desires?

Just tell him when.

Anything to keep you happy. So when you came up to him, asking him so nicely to breed you, to fill you up, who was he to say no?

So he didn't.

Honestly, what better way to tell everyone you were his, and his alone than to fatten you up with his child? To make you round and plump with his seed. To tie you to him for the rest of your lives.

There was no better way he realized.

Sure he could paint your neck and back and chest and thighs in bitemarks and bruises in his own signature color, singing his name on you in his own unique way. Sure he could put the fattest, prettiest rock he could mine on your finger, watching as you wore it with pride. Sure he could that all.

But none of it quite painted you as his as a child did. An absolute precious little being a perfect mix of the two of you. He could see it now. And absolute angel with your hair and nose, maybe his eyes and ears. Filled with his trademark sense of curiosity, only to be paired with a healthy sense of caution you would instill in them.

Would you want an entire Litter of children to trample along your feet? Or maybe just two or three to focus your attention to carry your legacy? Or perhaps just one perfect mix of you two to shape into the best person this world had to offer.

Didn't matter. He would give you anything and everything you wanted.

Right now? You wanted to be filled.

And he would comply, tearing your tunic and bottoms from your body and pinning you to the dining room table. One hand kept your chest to the table, pushing between your shoulder blades as he freed himself with a single hand. Your whines and please, all but begging for him to breed you, fill you, start your family right then and there ignited a fiery inferno underneath of him, just aching to make your dreams come true.

Anything to keep you tied to him.

His grip was practically bruising as he pulled your hips to meet his with every thrust, ensuring the head of his cock kissed your cervix with every plunge. It had you crying out for him over and over again, tears pearling in your eyes. He cooed at your trembling form, leaning over you without loosing tempo to thumb away your tears. He kissed your cheeks, temples, anywhere he could reach really, letting the one hand left holding your hips drift to fiddle with your clit. He circled it in steady circles, making the tears come back as you jutted against him, thighs twitching wildly.

"Shh, that's it wildflower, just let me take care of you. Leave everything to me. I'll fill you up so nicely, you'll have no choice but to carry our child. In no time at all, you'll be all round and gorgeous, telling everyone you're mine. All mine."

You came with with a hard cry, milking him for what you desperately craved. And if you wanted it, he'd give it to you. The one hand that was gently brushing your tears away snaked between your body and the table, gently cupping your throat so he could pull you against his chest while the other one returned to your hips. He pulled you flush against him, biting into your neck with a muted growl as he emptied into your womb.

But that wouldn't be enough. No. he wouldn't be satisfied until you were nothing but a brainless little thing, trusting him to breed you, and even then, one more wouldn't hurt, would it?

You'd get the child you wanted. He'd make sure of it.

[rayassecretlife]

A different type of punishment

Pairing: Dilf!Jake Sully x 23 year old!Fem!Omayikaya!Reader

PART 1

Summary: even after you gave yourself to your fathers best friend, the two of you try to hide your desire for each other. but when Jake catches you in your own act to satisfy yourself, he can’t help but step in and show you his desire for you is just as strong and can’t be tamed.

Not proof read! Definitely has mistakes :/

Warning(s): Mature language, kissing, corruption kink, unprotected p in v, degradation, marking, Fem!receiving & male!receiving, breeding, praise kink, switch!dom!Jake, Slight angst smut… etc

Being the village princess was never something you loved, and it definitely wasn’t something you wanted for your dating life. The village knew you as the most innocent girl there was and you always played the part, smiling in everyone’s face even if you didn’t want to. Your father always forced you to go out with guys he thought were right for you, urging you to mate so you could start your future. You were 23 and in his eyes, no one would ever catch your eye.

But that was far from true.

Jake sully; your father’s right hand man and best friend in the entire clan. He watched you grow since you were 16, and you always knew him as your protector growing up. Back then, you only ever looked at Jake as just that, but ever since you turned 18, it was like your mind changed completely.

A month ago, you got wasted on your birthday and had sex with the man, but ever since then you hadn’t spoken about it. You hated yourself for what you did and so did he, but the both of you couldn’t steer the fact that it felt so right. Your small body in his large arms, the way his name left your mouth so effortlessly while begging, his eyes on your body whenever you walked past—it all felt like you should’ve been living in a different reality.

You’d get these weird butterflies in your stomach whenever he would lay a hand on your skin, or even just speak to you. You’d find yourself getting these random fantasies in your mind about him daily with the memories of his voice in your ear, and you’d often think of him when you were working.

There was something about how muscular his body grew to be, and how much deeper his accent had gotten over the years that made you so feral for him. It felt like he was teasing you with it whenever he entered a room.

After your birthday, You would catch yourself staring at him all the time, especially when you went hunting. The way the muscles in his back moved when he pulled back his bow, and how his strong hands guided you to repeat his own motions, you always fell so flush in his arms.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help letting your mind roam when you touched yourself, thinking of him above you and how he once was the one touching you. He gave off the exact vibe you wanted, like he could completely destroy you with only a simple touch of his finger.

Which he definitely could.

“Oh, Jake…” why couldn’t you stop yourself? Why couldn’t you think of anyone else that was closer to your age and not forbidden to your love? Only if you had been the same age as him… you would’ve got rid of this desire years ago. Your father was out on a scouting trip till the next morning, and as of right now, your once again chasing your high after someone you shouldn’t be, someone who was far too old for you.

It should creep you out, but the age gap between the two of you only made you want him more, knowing how forbidden it was for him to touch you—it just felt so right. Your eyes are fluttered shut as you run your hands all along your body, not holding back the heavy breaths that escape your throat. You imagine every touch against you is his own, and that alone gets you so needy for more.

You allow one of your hands to lower, fingers finding your begging clit almost instantly. A small gasp leaves your mouth as you twist your nipple between your finger, and push against your clit with intent. Your so caught up in yourself, you don’t even notice the sound of your name being called softly as your throwing your head back in bliss.

“Y/N? I brought you food, kid” Jake is walking around your cave with his eyebrows furrowed, noticing you were nowhere to be found. His ears on the other hand, twitched at the seeping sounds coming from your room.

Your father had instructed Jake to look after you while he was gone for the day, which meant bringing you dinner and checking on you hourly, but you had forgotten. Silly you, right? Forgetting the man you wanted so badly, was coming to watch you?

“Jake…” Your body was hot, almost burning with desire as you recite his name over, slipping one of your fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans. You didn’t have time to pray no one would hear—you already knew what was happening to you.

Your heat was here, and it was coming quick.

Jake sets down the food before making his way to the sound slowly, almost unsure of what was happening. It wasn’t until he stopped in front of your doorway when he realized what it was, what that familiar noise was.

“Oh my… fuck” Jake quickly moves over to lean against the wall that separates the two of you, already feeling his cock twitch at your moans. God, how much he missed them. Although, that’s when he came to a terribly dangerous realization.

“Fuck” He curses under his breath, the sweet smell of your pheromones filling his nose. You were definitely entering your heat, your small was far too strong to not be. Even if he could leave before, he definitely couldn’t now. Your smell affected him, and he could already feel his loincloth growing tighter by the second.

“Jake, I’m… m’gonna come…” His ears perk high when he hears his name leave your gentle mouth, and his feet are threatening to carry themselves through your doorway, wanting so badly to make himself known.

Jake sat there for what felt like forever listening to you, praying to Eywa for strength to get him through this. He didn’t want to ambush you, the two of you barely even spoke since your birthday. It was only miscommunication but neither of you knew that. Jake wanted to be there for you, he wanted to help you but he also knew you probably weren’t in the best mindset due to your heat, which made it so hard for him to make a decision.

But dammit, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Your smell… your words—they were too strong.

He slowly pulls back the cloth from your doorway slightly, hesitantly entering to find you still too wrapped up in yourself to even notice he was there. He watches in awe as your hand roams your body, while the other is rubbing fast circles to your clit in an effort to chase your edge.

Jake sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he approaches your bed, bending down so he could watch your every move. Just as your about to release, he grips your wrist, pulling your hand off of your body which all made you gasp and snap your eyes open.

“J-jake!” You stutter nervously, his face is dangerously close to your own, and the flashbacks from your birthday are already starting to seep into your mind. He only chuckles, releasing you from his grasp as he stands straight back up, shaking his head in amusement. “How long… how long have-“

“I heard everything, Peach” Your heart on the ground when he says that, but he looks so confident in himself when it leaves his mouth, like he was proud that you thought of him when you touched yourself. “You forgot I was coming, didn’t you?”

You nod sheepishly, sitting up straight on your bed. “I… I think my heat is here” Your hands cover your body as if he’d never seen it before, his eyes burning holes into your own. He found this funny, didn’t he? You were so embarrassed for so long, but then you remembered how you were that night on your birthday—and how he couldn’t resist you.

Your urges were growing by the second just by his strong scent, and he looked even better then before in this light.

Which is exactly why you removed one of your hands from your body and moved it to the back of his neck, crashing your lips against his in only a second. Jake’s large hand wraps around your neck as soon as your lips touch, and you can’t help but moan against him while letting your free hand roam his strong arms.

It was clear this was long overdue. The two of you had been craving each other since your birthday, and this was only the beginning of the trouble you’d get yourself into.

But Jake was quick to pull away, his hand still strong against your throat. “You think it’s that easy, Peach?” Your looking at him for guidance on what he wanted but he only smirks, leaning down till his lips brush the lobe of your ear. “You’ve been a real brat lately, don’t you think? Teasing me and giving me those dirty looks in public—you really thought I’d let that go?” He chuckles, taking your lobe between his teeth, gently pulling it down before releasing. “I was planning on being nice to you tonight, but seeing as you already got started without me… I think i have to punish you”

“What if i want you to?” Every word that escapes your mouth only makes him chuckle more. Didn’t you know you were playing with fire? Jake was already holding back as it is, trying his hardest not to fuck you senseless right there in that moment. “I’ve been thinking about you all month, touching myself to the thought of you above me again”

Your teasing words make his cock twitch against his loincloth and he grips your chin between his fingers, making you look directly at him with that cocky smile of yours. “Lay back, keep your legs open” his voice is demanding while his breath is hot against you, sending shivers down your spine as you follow his orders. Jake couldn’t take his eyes off your figure, you looked so good like this, like a complete slut.

You prop yourself onto your elbows to watch the man in front of you, taking in his large figure with those pretty doe eyes he loved so much. “Can’t I take that off for you?” You ask through batted lashes and he already knows what your thinking. He shakes his head, sitting on his knees on the ground so his head was level with your body, making more butterflies explode inside your stomach. He was so close, almost apart of you.

He pulls your legs to the edge of the bed, and he’s quick to grab the hand that immediately reached down for his head, raising an eyebrow to you. “You wanna be a good girl, right?” He tsked and you nod desperately, removing your hand back to your side. “Then take your punishment so I can treat you like one” Before you can even reply, his warm mouth is already closed around your bud, and you couldn’t seem to stop the gasp that escaped your lips.

His tongue is hot against your beating clit with his hands harsh against your thighs, keeping you in place as he grows completely lost in your taste. Soft moans leave your mouth while you fight with yourself to keep your hands off him, digging your nails into the loom fabric under you. Those fantasies you were having the past month all flood your head at once, and you couldn’t stop your high from rushing back.

“Jake…!” You were so sensitive from your previous actions that you knew you couldn’t hold it much longer, especially when he slipped two of his large fingers inside you at once. “Ja—fuck! M’gonna come if you don’t-“

“Not until I say so” His words are harsh against your cunt, almost getting angry with how impatient you had been. You cry out a begging please and reach down to grip his thick dreads, clenching around his fingers as they plunge into your dripping wet core. You could hear the sounds it was making as he devoured you, almost as if you were to be his very last meal.

He was way too good at this, there was no way you could hold off. Having already been edged when he interrupted you earlier, he was putting you through much more torture now.

“Please, Jake! Want you inside… wanna come!” Your words are molded together when you throw your head back, practically crying for him to let you release. His fingers kiss your cervix so perfectly you were sure they were made for you—sure he was made for you. Jake wants nothing more then to watch you, but he’s so lost in your body he can’t help but shut his eyes, enjoying the moment you had together that you both knew wouldn’t come around again till after awhile. You could feel a bigger pit in your stomach surface, and you knew that’s exactly what he was looking for the entire time.

“That’s it, Kid. You can come—fuck, scream my name. Tell me how bad you want it” His praising words make you almost immediately let go, allowing your back to arch off the bed and your fingers to grip his hair tighter, pushing his face closer to your core. You scream his name without much effort, and he’s still cleaning you up with his tongue, curling his fingers inside you to help ride out your high.

“Jake—Sir, it’s too much!” That name… you were in for it now. Sir? Now that, was the girl he knew. When he’s satisfied with his job, he stands to his feet and removed his fingers from inside you, both of you watching how your slick coats them effortlessly.

Jake doesn’t waste a second before he has a hold on your throat again, pulling you off the bed so he could push you down to your knees, lifting your chin so he could see your face. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours, peach” Your quick to listen, laying your tongue out on full display for him to push his fingers inside your warm mouth, while his free hand strokes your hair. “Such a dirty girl… I’ve missed you so much”

You hum around his fingers, twirling your tongue around them until you got every bit of your slick off of them. Your hands are working to untie his loincloth as soon as he pulls his digits away from you, and your growing impatient when the knot gets stuck so you can’t untie it.

But finally, you pull it off and his painfully hard cock springs free, earning a small sigh from the man above you. “Been thinking of this cock for so long… I wanted it so bad, Sir” Jake chuckles, placing a hand under your chin while taking his length in his other, teasing it’s tip against your soft tongue.

“My dirty girl, it’s all yours” And it was. Every word he muttered was nothing but the truth and you both knew it. Jake was too old for you, but he didn’t care anymore. He loved you, and he’d admit that over and over if he had to—if it wouldn’t ruin both of your reputations.

Walking around with that sway in your hips and that smirk on your face whenever you walked past him, you drove his absolutely insane. He saw the way other men looked at you, like you were theirs to claim or something. Jake couldn’t stand to watch you flirt or hear other males fantasize about you, he wanted nothing more then to make it known you were his.

And in a perfect world, he would do exactly that.

But the two do you couldn’t afford that, and it was already dangerous enough how the two of you were sneaking around once again.

Your eyes are watering from the impact against your throat, allowing the tip of his length to kiss the back, earning a small gag from your mouth which only got him harder then before. Jake doesn’t hold back when he fucks your face, keeping a tight hold on your soft hair to steady you in place. He was using you, and you loved every second of it.

“God, I can’t win with you, Kid” Just as you feel his cock pulse inside your mouth and taste the small beads of pre that leaked onto your tongue, Jake pulls himself from you, pulling you up to your feet almost instantly.

“Did I do bad, Mr. Sully?” You ask cockily, already knowing the real reason he pulled away. The man pushes you back harshly until your back hits the stone wall of the cave, and you find yourself encased between it and his large body.

“Just stop talking and bend that pretty ass over for me, Yeah?” You giggle and it makes his heart flutter, never tearing his eyes from your body as you turn around, placing your hands on the stone ledge with your ass already pushed against his abdomen. You let out a blissful hum when his hands grab your hips, definitely making a mark of his fingers against your skin.

He moves one of his hands to tangle inside your long hair, pulling it back to force your head toward him. “My sweet little girl, need you to be the loudest you can be. M’gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never be able to look at your bed without thinking of me” His breath is hot against your ear as you moan out a yes, scratching your nails along the stone under them.

“Oh, Jake… You have no idea how badly I’ve craved your dirty words in my ear” And in only a second, he was pushing into you all at once, earning the sharpest gasp from your mouth. “F-fuck!” You could feel his cock stretching you with every small thrust, along with the slight sting of his nails that dragged along your hips.

He captured your neck between his lips, sucking on your sweet skin like he had been savoring it, all while sending you slow and meaningful strokes.

“Just relax for me, I’ll make it feel so good” He whispers against your ear and you could only moan. You knew he would—great mother, he would take all night inside you if you’d let him. You could feel your heat creeping up on you slow, and you couldn’t help the hand that moves between your bodies to find your sensitive bud. You were afraid Jake would yell at you but he did the exact opposite. “This is the only time you should ever touch yourself. Only when I’m buried inside you, Peach”

Jake praises against your neck with a shaky breath, taking in your alluring scent that only made him more possessive over you. That scent, he didn’t want any other male to ever smell you, especially in your heat. Your cunt is warm and inviting around him, welcoming his length with more and more slick covering it, as if inside you was his home.

Which it was.

You rub circles against your clit to near you to your edged release, but you didn’t want it to end. You feared this would be the last time the two of you slept together, but you were sure it wasn’t. Jake couldn’t stay away from you—not now.

“M-mark me again?” You ask sweetly, making Jake curse under his breath. You could already feel his fangs brushing your soft skin, itching to puncture the same mark he made on your birthday. He wanted nothing more than to give you everything you wanted, and he couldn’t deny that he was holding back so harshly. “I’m so tired of sneaking around, Jake. Mark me… please just mark me”

“Your heat is taking over, Sweet thing. So needy now, let me take care of you” He whispers against your neck as he pushed your hair away from the back of it, trailing his tongue along the old mark. At this point, you can feel the small pit in your stomach surface, all at the same time his fangs puncturing your skin once again.

“Ngh! I’m… Jake I’m so close…” You whimper against the stone, rubbing your clit faster to match his sped up strokes. He soon retracts his teeth from your skin once he’s satisfied with his markings, a smirk pulling at his lips as he examines it. You yelp when he pulls you back onto him, and all that could be heard was the sweet sounds of your skin slapping against each others.

“Does my good girl want to come?” You cry out a yes at his obvious question, begging words slipping from your mouth the closer he drew you to your end. Jake chuckles, pressing his body against yours when he snakes his arms around your body, keeping you as close as he could to his own. “Want you to scream my name when you come—Make daddy so fucking proud, Tanhì” You whimper loudly when he begins to snap his hips against yours, hitting the spot you so desperately begged him to over and over again.

“I’m coming, Jake!” You inform in a gasp but he continues, leaving bruising kisses along your body that he couldn’t help but smile at. He was destroying your body and you were letting him. You were letting him use you. “Please—fuck! I can’t-“

“Come on, Baby. You wanna be my good girl, right? Make me happy—come for me!” You’re practically sobbing against the stone when you come undone, screaming his name so loud you were almost positive people heard. Jake is quick to reach between the two of you to rub your clit continuously, loving the sounds of your sweet whimpers under him.

“S’too much! Fuck!” Jake stands back up to watch your slick spray onto him and the floor under you, painting it all with your sweetness and topping it all off with your loving moans. Your wetness covers Jake’s fingers and length when he pulls out of you, watching your tired body slouch against the stone ledge.

“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, baby” You whimper loudly when he picks you up and places you on the ledge, pulling your bottom to sit just at the end of it so it pressed against his abdomen. “Open” He mumbles, pressing his fingertips against your lips until you obey, sticking your tongue out for him to slip his fingers inside.

You could feel the heat between your legs slowly build up once again, and Jake noticed almost immediately. His free hand is firm against your hips, muffling your moans with his large digits against your tongue. Your body was on fire the minute he slipped himself back into you—almost as if you were whole again.

“That’s it… Taking me so well. You missed daddy as much as I missed you, hm?” Jake reaches down to grab hold of the back of your neck, pulling you to sit up a bit to the point you could watch the way your hips collide. You nod desperately and lay a hand on his chest, nails clawing at his beautiful blue skin until they leave marks. “God, you’re so beautiful—wish I could breed you… I—fuck, Y/N” You watch as Jake lets out many uncontrollable grunts and you knew he was close, especially when he pulled his fingers from your mouth to cup your face.

“Please” Your words come out softly when your eyes lock on his own, lips trembling in a pout as you lay a hand on the side of his neck, moaning at every little stroke he sent you. “I want you—only you” Your words are as true as Eywa, and Jake doesn’t miss the way you look at him with pure love in your eyes—but his mind couldn’t fathom the weight of what you had said, staring at you while his heart raced horribly fast.

“Kid…” He trails, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he lays his forehead against your own, strokes slow and passionate while hitting the very depth inside you. “I… you know we can’t-“

“I love you, Jake” No, you didn’t. You didn’t love him, right? You couldn’t… he couldn’t… Jake tries to collect himself but his end is nearing him hot and fast, completely dismissing the words you just let slip from your mouth. “I want all of it, Jake. I want all of you!” You gasp at the sudden snap of his hips, pressing your hand against sweat-drenched chest.

“Stop sayin’ that, Peach. You know I can’t do that. You’re in heat, I’ll get you pregnant and then-“

“And then we won’t have to hide anymore” before you could say anything else, His lips come crashing against your own, and the simple repeating snap of his hips told you everything you needed to know. He couldn’t possibly do this, could he? He hated himself so much right now—you weren’t crazy or making up feelings, he did love you. He loved you so much but he didn’t want to ruin anything between you and your father.

The war inside Jake’s mind fogged his thoughts and he could only squeeze his eyes shut at this point, feeling his end nearing. Your small hands claw his large chest and arms, moaning against his lips to which allowed him to slip his tongue past yours. Your stomach was rumbling with butterflies and pure lust, drunk off the man above you but also so pleading for him to tell you he loved you too.

“Damn it, Kid. Your unbeatable” His hoarse voice is vibrating against your lips, and you could hear the slight anger in his voice but he made an effort to calm himself—his frustrated state that was slightly threatening to break. You let out multiple cries against him as he snaps his hips, and you soon felt that twisting feeling in the pit of your stomach once again—squeezing him tighter inside you till he could barely move. “Y/N, I can’t—we can’t… shit”

His cock is throbbing against your walls, begging to release inside of you. He couldnt get over how good you felt, how you had just given him consent to breed you. Jake couldn’t hold himself much longer, and now he needed you to come before he could.

“Jake…!” Jake groans with his face twisting in pleasure and a small amount of pain from your nails digging into his skin, his breathing hot and fast as he pulls in and out of your dripping wet center. “I-I’m… Mmph!” You crash your hand against your mouth in attempt to muffle your very loud, ear piercing moans but Jake is quick to remove it, coaching you through your high that was surfacing quickly.

“Loud as you can be, remember? My gorgeous girl… feels so fucking good” He utters against your ear in another guttural groan, gripping your hips tightly when you tried to move away from him. But all Jake could think about was how good you felt, and how badly he wanted to give everything up for you in this moment. “Such a dirty girl but you’re mine, huh? Yeah. Your mine”

But you couldn’t listen anymore, you couldn’t go another second without being against his body, you couldn’t go another second without pressing your lips into his—which is exactly why you kissed him until it felt like you couldn’t breathe, until it felt like he was the only thing in the world, and in that moment he didn’t care anymore.

You push your hands into his hair with every grunt that leaves his mouth, and your eyes are stuck on his hand that releases your hip to grab his queue. He doesn’t waste a second before connecting it with your own, and you both watch as your pupils shoot bigger, and it had officially pushed Jake over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” He whimpers against your neck and grips your skin once again, sending one final snap of his hips into you until he couldn’t bury himself further, spilling his messy seed inside of your perfect cunt. Sweet moans leave your mouth at the hot sensation inside you, and your hands caress the man above you, your heaving chests and heavy breaths filling the entire room with echoes.

You can tell your heat is effecting him when he’s fighting to stay above you, laying his head against your body because he didn’t want to pull out of you just yet. Your hands roam his hair gently, pulling on little strands between your fingers with the softening hum of your voice.

“Jake” You call to him gently, voice filled with lust. That was all he wanted to hear; you saying his voice over and over. He wished for a future where he woke up to you calling his name, or calling him for meals and to feed your future children. He wanted to regret it—believe Eywa he wanted to, but he just couldn’t.

In just a second, he’s laid next to you breathless, and wrapping his arm around your limp body to comfort you. The two of you are drenched in sweat and feelings, almost as if you couldn’t believe what had just happened. You’re quick to swing your leg over his own to lay against his chest, and you hugged him torso like you had been afraid of him leaving again, but you should’ve known that wasn’t possible.

“I don’t care what people think, I want you to be mine all the time. I want the people to know I’m yours, Jake. I want-“ You try to confess but your voice is almost immediately cut off by his lips against your own once again, this time passionate and sweet to cease your rambling. You hum against his lips when he cups your face and pulls away only a small amount from your face, and for a second your scared of what he might say—but he only smiles softly, leaning his forehead against your own.

“I love you too, Peach”

I feel like this was so bad but I’m rusty so…

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[pandorascrush]

HUNTING YOU

CHAPTER V : SEE

ALL WORK IS MY ORIGINAL WORK!!!  I DON’T OWN ANY CHARACTERS!

SUMMARY: The reader is a part of the Metkayina clan. She couldn't help herself as she watched and wanted Neytiri and Jake. Maybe it was because they were the first forest people she had ever seen. But she wanted them like a hunter wants its prey. Little did she know that they had also wanted her and were willing to hunt her if that was the only way they could have her.

 WARNINGS: nsfw(18+), smut, minors dni, clit play, degradation kink, fingering, squirting, avatar/na'vi!jake, dilf!jake, fem!bodied reader, metkayina!reader, creampie, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dry humping, pet names (babygirl, dirty girl), poly relationship

PAIRING: jake sully x neytiri, jake sully x reader, neytiri x reader, jake sully x reader x neytiri

NOTES: My song suggestion for this part is… Disfruto by Carla Morrison<3

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“It is time we make the bond ma mates.” She said as she pulled her braid from behind her back. You looked over to Jake and you could see him pulling his own braid from behind him. All that was left was for you to bring your braid. It was finally happening. You would have your own mates, your own family, and the love you've been yearning for forever. It was time for the hunter to finally become the prey.

You felt the air around engulfing you, suffocating you in the best way possible in anticipation of what’s to come. As you sit there naked, your skin begins to feel hot again as your hand moves to your back on its own accord. You can feel as it wraps around the base of your braid and you slowly tug it forward. Jake and Neytiri scoot closer to you, all three of you kneeling in front of one another as you finally bring your braid forward. Jake and Neytiri stare at you first, before they turn to look at one another. He cups her face with his hand bringing her in for a kiss before bonding to each other first, and you watch as their pink tendrils of their queues connect. Their eyes blow wide and then they close as they begin to nuzzle their faces into each other, and once they open their eyes, they turn to look at you. They each hold their connected queues by the base of their braids as you bring your own forwards, their intertwined queues waiting for yours. You slowly inch yours forwards, and the pink tendrils from your queue inches forward, searching for its mate, when it finally reaches them, your tendrils wrap around theirs and you close your eyes and gasp for air as you feel them. 

It’s like nothing you have ever felt before or imagined, it’s better. You close your eyes, lost in the feeling of them, you can feel all of them. All the way from the sway of Neytiri’s tail, to the soft grass underneath Jake’s knees. You can feel them both and individually at the same time, you don't know how to explain the feeling.You feel the love they have for eachother, their children, and for you know.It fills you with so much love and joy, feeling complete and happy at the same time, so much that tears begin to pool at your eyes.You feel as they both nuzzle into you, each one on either side of your neck. 

“I love you both ma mates, I see you both.” You say as you pull back enough to stare at each one. You can feel your tears fall freely and they both stretch out one hand each, wiping them away. Your left hand reaches Neytiri’s face and your right Jake’s shoulder. You take time to give each one a kiss feeling excited at the fact that you’ll finally be a part of a loving family. You begin to feel as they kiss down your neck, Neytiri making small nips at your neck with her fangs and Jake sucking softly at your collar bone making sure to leave marks so that everyone knows who you belong to. As Jake lowers his head even more, he reaches your breast and begins lightly sucking on your nipples as Neytiri leans over kissing you again. She slips her tongue into your mouth as you do the same, while your hands pull at her top, exposing her breasts to you as Jake unties her loincloth exposing her to him. Without breaking the kiss you begin to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly as Jake continues sucking on your nipples as his right hand finds Neytiri’s pussy, running his fingers up and down her slit. You feel as Neytiri’s right hand cups your pussy, and her fingers search your slit nimbly looking for your clit. You feel Jake’s need through the bond, and you reach for his cock, taking it in your hand as you begin to pump him, his cock ready and hard.

“I need you both.” You say as moan, needing to feel them both at the same time. Carefully you begin to move around, making sure you don't break the bond of your braids. You push Neytiri to the floor lightly, having her lay down as you sit on top of her as she grasps your hips. You feel Jake come behind you, settling in between her thighs as he spreads her legs putting them around his waist. He begins rutting his cock over her pussy, making sure to gather her wetness on his cock as his hands reach from behind you cupping your breasts. You can’t help but look down at Neytiri as you begin grinding your pussy over her stomach, needing friction to alleviate your aching clit. Jake drags his cock over her clit one last time before he reaches down with one hand and pushes into her, inch by inch. She lets out a moan as she throws her head back once he bottoms out inside of her, as she lets a hand come up, rubbing slow circles on your clit as you begin grinding again. You can’t help but look down at her with an excited smile as your next words catch them by surprise.

“I want you to cum in her ma Jake - I - I want us both to carry your next children at the same time.” You let out shyly as her eyes widen and Jake lets out a small gasp. You still for a moment afraid you said something wrong before a wide smile spreads over Neytiri’s lips as Jake let’s out a happy chuckle.

“Nothing would make me happier ma y/n.” Neytiri let’s out as Jake whispers into your ear in agreement. Jake begins a steady rhythm of slow thrusts into her pussy as she drags your hips up to her face. She slowly seats you over her face as she begins dragging her tongue up and down your pussy, tasting you as you feel Jake speed up behind you. As her mouth closes  in around your clit sucking lightly, you can hear as Jake grunts throwing her left leg over his shoulder as he begins pumping in and out of her fast. All you can hear around you is the sound of skin slapping skin, Neytiri’s wet pussy squelching around Jake, and her moans vibrating into your clit. You can’t help but feel the coil inside of you begin to break as you grind down on her face, feeling as your pussy and legs begin twitching. You reach an arm back, rubbing on her clit and you can feel as she begins to squirm and her legs twitch. You can feel Jake thrusting into her hard and fast, his balls slapping her ass as he grunts behind you. Neytiri begins devouring your clit with her mouth as she reaches up and pinches your nipples into hard peaks. The sound of Jake’s hips slapping against hers, his grunts as he fucks into her like an animal, her tongue on your clit all make you fall over the edge. You cum with a cry as your legs clamp around her head and your legs twitch, grinding down harder on her face. The vibrations of her moans send little shocks throughout your body. You feel as she’s close to cumming, so jump off her face carefully and go to kneel next to her as Jake continues to fuck her like an animal in heat. You grab her right leg and pull it down towards her chest as your free hand goes to rub tight circles on her clit. She begins to cry out, close to cumming so you rub tighter and faster circles over her needy clit. She cums with a loud cry, her legs twitching as her pussy clenches around Jake milking him for all he’s got. His hips begin to falter and he cums with three hard thrusts, bottoming out and stilling inside of her as he throws his head back and bares his fangs, his white cum coating her insides. He slowly brings his hips to a stop, as his cum starts leaking out of her he grabs her hips putting them at an angle so his cum stops leaking out. You all take a moment to sit there, embracing each other's presence as one.

“You next ma y/n.” Neytiri says as she lets her hand caress up and down your thigh. You feel Jake’s hot breath in your ear as he begins letting his hand wander down to your pussy.

“Come on baby, you’re gonna give me a baby too. You said it yourself.” He says as he begins pulling you towards him. He ends up putting you on all fours, arching your back so your ass is in his face. He begins licking long hard swipes on your pussy, making you squirm in his hold as Neytiri goes to sit in front of you. You spread her legs so she’s open and exposed to you, and you slowly begin pumping two fingers in and out her slowly, stilling them inside of her making sure Jake’s cum stays inside. And you slowly feel Jake teasing your needy pussy with the head of his cock, making sure to swipe at your clit. You begin to thrust back into Jake, needing him to thrust inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cock. He takes this as his signal, and with one hard thrust bottoms out inside of you, his heavy sack laying against your clit. You gasp as you feel his hard cock inside of you, squirming you need more. He begins to pull out, just to thrust back in and continues to do this as you moan out begging him to give you more. He begins a rhythm of hard thrusts as his sack slaps your clit every time he thrusts. You lean down into Neytiri’s pussy, immediately finding her clit and you begin sucking. You keep one arm across her thighs holding them down as you feel them start twitching beneath you.

You get lost in the feeling of her sweet taste as you begin to feel Jake speed up his thrusts behind you, the head of his cock rubbing against that spongy spot inside of you each time, and his heavy balls slapping your clit with each thrust. He lays a hand down on your back, making you arch even more, reaching deeper inside of you with this now angle. You can’t help but moan into Neytiri’s pussy, sucking hard onto her clit as your fingers begin thrusting into her. The sounds of her moans spurring you on as you begin to thrust back into Jake’s hips, indicating for him to fuck you harder. You can feel Neytiri’s legs twitch below your arm, so you hook both fingers inside of her caressing that spongy part inside of her as you suck harder. You feel her still and she cums, clenching around your fingers as you suck hard on her clit. She cries out as you continue to suck lightly on her clit as she comes down from her high and you slowly release her legs, letting your hands rest on her thighs as you begin to lose balance as Jake speeds up his thrusts behind you. He reaches from below you and lets one hand pinch your nipples as his other rubs hard circles on your clit as he ruts his hips into yours. You can’t help but lay there on Neytiri’s thighs as he fucks into you, she caresses your head encouraging you to hold on. You begin to feel your pussy clench around his cock as your wetness drips down your thigh creating a delicious friction. His fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit, his hands pinching your nipples, and Neytiri’s delicious scent in your face all have you cumming. You cum hard clenching around his hard cock as you bite down on the inside of Neytiri’s thigh, letting out a hiss. You feel his cock twitch inside of you as the head of his cock brushes your cervix with each thrust and he lets out a roar as he cums inside of you. He bites down onto your shoulder as you feel his hot white cum coat the inside of your needy pussy, as Neytiri coos at you, massaging your scalp. He lets out a few final hard thrusts, as he stills inside of you, making sure his cum doesn't leak out as he keeps your hips at an angle as he uses his cock as a plug. You do the same, making sure your fingers never once pull out of Neytiri, feeling as they’re coated with her cum and Jake’s. You stay like that for a while, fucked out and in a state of euphoria, imaging what your life will be after this. He slowly pulls out of you, just to lay you down on the ground, him in between Neytiri and you, one at each of his sides. You and Neytiri turn to lay on your sides, throwing a leg each over him, intertwining the three of you. You lay your head on his chest, and Neytiri rests her own at the crook of his neck as you feel her hand searching for your pussy. You do the same, and the both of you slip two fingers inside one another, using them like plugs so his cum doesn't leak out. You can't help but look at her, and then at him as you sigh in a blissful state.

“I see you Neytiri. I see you Jake.” You say, giving each one a soft kiss as you feel Jake caress your back.

“We see you y/n.” Jake says softly as he gives you a light kiss on your head. You can’t help but let the sound of his heartbeat lull you to sleep as your free hand holds onto Neytiri’s. You can finally sleep in peace, knowing that you’re a part of a happy family. You’re excited and nervous at the prospect of being a second mother to the kids, and to soon experience the pregnancy and birth of your own along with Neytiri. You sleep peacefully knowing you won’t be alone, you’ll have your mates with you and you realize that sometimes it is good to let yourself become the prey.

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AHHHH HERE IT IS GUYS!!!They’re finally mated and it’s something I really wanted them to have, a happy ending. Like I'm totally down to write something with angst but, they’ve been through too much. Time to be happy for a change!! Let me know what ya’ll think, i’ll probably write a blurb after this of their domestic life. Enjoy!

TOODLES <3

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[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Dying Light [Chapter Four] Live or Die [Bi-Han/Sub-Zero]

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Warning(s): family drama, female reader insert, uncertainty, Bi-Han being Bi-Han (and perhaps a little nice), ambush, violence, death, gore, sadness, fear of the unknown.

No Minors Allowed!!

For an instant, upon waking up, you forget that you did not go to bed alone. The shift of the mattress sends a jolt of fear down your spine and you turn in haste to see Bi-Han rising from the bed.

You sigh in relief.

That's right. I'm married now. 

This statement feels odd. You are not convinced that it will ever feel right on your tongue. Lying on your back, you stretch your tense muscles, and then reluctantly you leave the warm confines of the bed.

You have no idea what time it is but if Bi-Han is awake, then it must be early in the morning. He looks like the type to have an internal clock. Whether this turns out to be a hindrance or not later is uncertain. A few more hours of sleep would be nice though. 

Sauntering over to the vanity, you sit down to get ready. Bi-Han, in the meantime, disappears behind the divider to redress; the innocent action elicits the memory of his bare chest.

I have never seen a man so big. Is that all muscle?

Ignoring the desire to touch him and find out, you continue with the task at hand. Yet, the silence feels more awkward to you than it should. You know that you should talk to him, but you do not know about what. 

“What is Arctika like?” You ask hesitantly. It is the first question that comes to mind.  

“Cold,” Bi-Han merely states. 

You hum, already aware. It reminds you though that you need to dress suitably for the trip.

“Is it that bad?” 

At this point, all you want is to continue a conversation with him to avoid the awkward silence. It honestly feels like the morning after a heated tryst that both of you want to forget. 

“You will not find solace in Arctika if you are not fond of the cold,” Bi-Han states.

  

You sigh. The same can be said about this marriage. Deciding that you look fine enough, you saunter over to the closet for a warm outfit. In your hunt, a makeup kit sitting on the top shelf that your mother had gifted you suddenly catches your attention. 

“You had best get used to this. Men are fickle. A beautiful woman will keep their interest. You do not want your soon-to-be husband to drag in strays, do you?”

You frown. Is this the sort of thing that matters to your husband? A woman dolled up to his liking. You suppose a little makeup can not hurt. You take the kit down, carrying it and the outfit back to your vanity. 

“I'm changing,” you state, as you carry the items back to the vanity. While it is true that you are married, you do not want to expose yourself to Bi-Han, at least not if you can help it. 

Quickly, you change, and then you sit down to put on the makeup. 

Out of respect for you, or so you assume, you hear Bi-Han clear his throat. A moment later, he emerges from behind the divider, dressed in his twilight blue tabard and silver-lined mask. Tied to his sash is a jewelry bag, embellished with the double happiness symbol. The only reason you acknowledge it is because during the ceremony it was used to store the red line that connected your hair with his.

Why is he wearing it though? 

Your face heats up, and to make matters worse, Bi-Han is observing you as you paint your lips, as though you are showing off your magic to him again. It is uncomfortable. But it reminds you that you need to tie your amulet onto your person before you leave.

Once done, you stand and saunter over to him.

“If you are hungry, breakfast should be about ready. I will join you later in the courtyard when your brothers arrive.”

You step toward the door, but a hand on your arm halts you; the grip is rather rough. Turning, you glance at Bi-Han in confusion.

“The route to Arctika is arduous. I suggest you eat.”

You understand his concerns, if they are concerns that he is expressing. Wincing at his grip, you remove his hand from your arm. 

“I need to oversee some things first, then I will eat.”

Bi-Han narrows his eyes but he does not remark. Instead, he pushes past you and leaves the room. You sigh. At least you can relax for a moment. His presence makes you feel a bit uneasy.

Right. Well–

You glance around the room. Since it is last minute, there is a lot you must leave behind. For the next hour, you and a handful of servants carefully go through your room, selecting what must go.

When you are satisfied, you allow them to pack the items as you excuse yourself. Walking to the dining room, a retainer emerges, rushing toward the front door. You raise a brow but as your parents and Bi-Han walk out, your curiosity is sated.

They must be here.

An air of unease surrounds you, but you follow quietly behind Bi-Han to the inner courtyard where a group of Lin Kuei trudges in, toting chests. Two men wearing masks, dressed in similar attire to the Grandmaster led them; one wore dark grayish-blue while the other wore dark orange with brown tones. The latter looks more like Bi-Han, you note. 

Approaching, they both bow. 

“My brothers,” Bi-Han points out. “Kuai Liang and Tomas.”

The brother with a tattoo of a scorpion on his bicep stands first, motioning to the crates.  

“These gifts are from our clan to yours in honor of the union.” 

“The Lin Kuei hope you appreciate them,” Tomas finishes. 

Your father grins. 

“Indeed we do.”

You nearly turn up your eyes. Not even a thank you for their efforts, even if the bridal gifts were expected. You step out from behind Bi-Han and offer a smile. 

“Thank you for the gifts.”

Kuai Liang nods briefly in gratitude, while Tomas lifts his brows. You are not sure you are what they had expected, but in the end, it does not matter. 

With the pleasantries aside, the Lin Kuei haul the chests into the main house, overseen by the retainers. Bi-Han leaves your side to talk with his brothers, giving you the chance to say goodbye. Your heart races as you face your parents.

“I hope this union is what you truly want.”

Your father frowns. 

“You are doing our clan a tremendous honor. Do not choose now to act like a brat.”

Is he serious? You glance at your mother, who despite appearing sympathetic, does not come to your defense. Tears burn your eyes. 

 “This is no longer my clan. You both are to blame for that.”

I hope the money is put to good use because it will not last forever, you opt not to mention. You are sure that they already know this, however.

Turning your back to them, you stand straight, trying not to show them your sorrow. As much as you want to go off on them, you know it will not matter. Their minds are made. You belong to Bi-Han and the Lin Kuei now. 

Speaking of the Lin Kuei, Kuai Liang approaches you and bows. 

“If your affairs are in order, Madam, I will escort you to the carriage.” 

Your face heats up. He does not need to call you madam, but you understand why he must. 

“My belongings–”

“Tomas will see to them,” Kuai Liang interrupts. 

You are grateful. 

“I'm done here.” 

The tattooed man nods and motions for you to follow him. He leads you from the courtyard to the gate where a horse-drawn carriage sits. You hum. Is this how you will make it to Arctika?

“Your belongings will be loaded momentarily, then we will depart,” Kuai Liang mentions.

You nod. In the meantime, you hesitantly approach the chestnut-colored Heihe and pat it on the chest. It is a gorgeous horse. It does not take your mind off the confrontation with your parents but it is a welcomed distraction. 

Kuai Liang waits silently by your side for the remainder of the time until the carriage is loaded, then once the Grandmaster and the newly recruited fighters emerge, he leaves you to attend to other matters. 

You are shocked to see your master walk out with them. She gives you a sincere smile as she approaches. 

“You should not stress yourself–”

“Hush child,” she interrupts. “I am not so feeble that I can not come to wish you a safe journey.”

You smile, then out of respect, you give her one last bow. 

“Thank you for everything. I will not forget what you have taught me.” 

She laughs. 

“Be sure that you do not.” She pauses to reach into the sash around her waist, taking out a book. “Take this with you. It will provide some entertainment for you on your way to your new home.”

You frown. Why do you feel uneasy? Perhaps it is because of the reality of the situation. 

My new home.

Taking the book from her, you fake a smile. 

“Thank you.” 

The sound of footsteps directs your attention to Bi-Han. He spares your teacher a look, then presses something wrapped in a cloth into your hands. It looks like a dining cloth from the table and something warm resonates from inside. You raise a curious brow, but he does not clarify.

“We are departing. The carriage is ready,” Bi-Han states. 

You peek around him to see the door to the carriage open. Does he want you to get inside?

“I don't mind walking.”

Bi-Han knits his brows. 

“Go. We are expected at the temple before sundown.”

Is this his way of saying ‘Don't argue with me’? You sigh. Smiling at your master, you saunter towards the carriage and slide inside near the window; the door closes behind you, and moments later, the small vehicle starts to move. You spare your former home no second glance, but your stomach twists at the thought of leaving it behind. 

To take your mind off it, you open the cloth that Bi-Han gave you. Inside are three lukewarm stuffed buns. 

He was serious about me eating.

Your face heats up. You aren't sure how to feel about this. Regardless, when you get the chance, you suppose you should thank him.

–

At noon, despite the sun being at its highest, the temperature is cold, though not enough that you can not tolerate it. The rocky terrain soon vanishes beneath a snow-covered landscape within a vast forest. It is stunning.

You want to get out and have a look, but it was not long ago that Bi-Han stopped the group for a rest. The next stop would be hours from now so for the being, while the weather is nice, you choose to open the window and read. 

The crunch of snow draws your attention to Tomas, who treks alongside the carriage. He looks focused, so you return to your book, slowly being drawn into the story. 

“What are you reading?” His youthful voice suddenly asks a few pages in. “I don't mean to interrupt.”

“Erotic romance. Are you a fan?” You tease, grinning.  

He laughs. Even though he is wearing a mask, you can tell that he is smiling. 

“I can not say I have read erotic romance.” 

“Some of the plots are terribly cliche but humorously so,” you state. 

Tomas hums.

“Humorously? I am interested.”

Even if he isn't, it is nice to have a conversation with someone where you can easily joke and laugh. The last few days have been stressful. Looking him over, you note how unique his mask is compared to the simple and elegant design of the ones his brothers have on.

“I like your mask.”

Tomas widens his eyes. 

“You do?”

You nod.

“It reminds me of a gas mask from a fantasy or horror novel.”

“It does,” Tomas agrees. He pauses as if he is debating something, then he hums. “It suits my character.”

You raise a curious brow. How so? Before you can ask, the carriage suddenly jerks with such force that you are nearly tossed to the floor. 

“Are you unharmed?” Tomas asks in concern, peeking through the window. 

You situate yourself in the seat and nod, despite the prickle of fear surging through your body. The sound of snow crunching in all directions seems to indicate that something is wrong. 

“What happened?”

“Something alarmed the horse,” Tomas answers. “Stay here.”

He leaves your side; the crunch of the snow beneath his feet gradually fades away until there is nothing but silence. You peer out the window but you can not see anyone or anything. It's too quiet. The whistle of the wind in your ears is all you can hear. 

Then all at once, an inhuman scream echoes out, sending chills down your spine. What is that? The carriage jerks again, but this time it tilts straight back, tossing you into the seat. You groan in discomfort, then ease your way to the door, tossing it open. 

What meets you is a bloodbath. Your eyes widen in shock. Assassins in white tabards emerge from the snow, attacking the Lin Kuei. It is an ambush. 

You step out into the snow, turning to check on the state of the carriage but the horse is missing. Someone must have cut it loose. This is not good. 

Searching for someone familiar amongst the cluster of people, you locate Tomas first. He seems to be faring well on his own against three foes, but what surprises you more is the plume of black smoke that surrounds him. It works as a screen as he quickly weaves in and out, slashing them with a karambit.

Does he know magic?

The echo of your name reaching above the sound of combat diverts your attention. You recognize the voice as Kuai Liangs’, but before you can turn to him, a chain weapon coils around your neck, cutting off your airway. You grab at the chain, struggling to breathe, but it only tightens; the opposite end is held by an assassin in white, slowly pulling you in. Panic settles in. 

I don't– 

It's live or die, you realize. These men in white have no issue killing. At least two of your clansmen, from what you could tell, are dead; two men you are sure once trained with. 

Stay alive.

You shakily raise your hand, drawing a circle with your finger. A portal opens above the man and then sinks when prompted to, devouring his body from the waist up. Then you close it off. A jet of blood shoots from his severed torso and paints the snow around him red; his lower half along the chain falls.

Once you are free, you take a moment to catch your breath. That could have been much worse. No sooner than you stand, though, another man charges at you, swinging a jian at your throat. You manage to dodge, but the blade catches your shirt, slicing a long but shallow gash across your upper chest. It stings terribly; you tighten your jaw in pain. 

When the man in white strikes at you again, you grab his wrist and use his momentum to yank him to the ground, disarming him. With the jian in tow, you raise it above his head, in an attempt to stab him, but someone grabs you and tosses you off him and into the snow. You glare at the second man.

At least they support one another. 

You drop into a portal beneath you, coming out behind the second attacker. Leaping onto his back, you stab him in the throat and then, before he goes down, you jump into another portal, linking it to one in front of the other man. You emerge with a spinning kick and strike him in the head. He thankfully does not get back up.

That was exhausting. 

You figure it will do you some good to have a weapon on hand, so you trek over to the man you struck down with the jian, yanking it from his neck with a wet squelch. You curl your nose in disgust; his blood is all over your hands. 

Lost in your thoughts, you do not hear the soft footsteps closing in until it is too late. The man that you thought you had knocked out grabs your upper arm and yanks you around. But before either of you can react, a projectile pierces him in the temple, spraying you with blood.

In horror, you stare at the spear of ice that killed him. What the hell? You divert your eyes, noticing Bi-Han not far away. His arms from his gauntlet up are covered in ice.

Can he too–

A high-pitched whistle echoes across the mountains and the few assassins who are still alive quickly flee. This is not a good sign. It means that they were merely testing the Lin Kuei. But why? You sigh. What sort of feud did you get thrown into? 

Shoving the jian in your sash, you gauge the damage. It appears that five of the fifteen fighters from your clan were slain, along with three of the Lin Kuei. And to make matters worse, the carriage is now without a horse. Walking over to the nearest deceased clansman, you lean down beside them, ignoring the chill of the snow as it seeps into your clothes. 

“I'm sorry…I–”

You pause, not sure what to say. Should you vow to avenge them? Hunt down every last assassin in white until there are none left.

This feud is not ours. 

You honestly wish this were true. The moment you married Bi-Han, your clan waged war with his enemies. But what can you do?

“Are you unharmed?” The voice of Kuai Liang asks. 

You face him, humming. 

“I am alive.”

He knits his brows and leans down beside you, looking you over. 

“That cut requires bandaging.” 

It does not hurt much anymore, but that is not saying much. You can hardly feel your fingers. Bringing your hands together, you rub them in an attempt to warm them. 

“Allow me,” Kuai Liang states. 

You raise a brow, watching as he lifts his hand. Suddenly, it ignites, and a warm flame dances across his skin. 

“All of you can do magic,” you point out.

Why did your parents not tell you? Or Bi-Han for that matter.           

“I'm awed that you know magic,” Kuai Liang states. 

You have no doubt. This fact seemed to shock Bi-Han as well. Bringing your hands up to the flame, you sigh. 

“Those men who attacked us. Did you recognize them?”

Kuai Liang knits his brows.

“I am–”

Before he can answer, Bi-Han storms over. 

“We are regrouping and tracking those responsible.” 

“Brother, the weather will only worsen,” Kuai Liang mentions. “We have injured people who need medical attention.”

Bi-Han raises his hand, pointing at him. 

“You would deny this opportunity to avenge our fallen.” 

“We are not prepared,” Kuai Liang simply states.

He turns his eyes to you and so too does Bi-Han. With his anger in check, you assume he notices the cut. His brows knit and he leans down to examine it further. 

“Join Tomas and those capable of walking in gathering the injured. We haven't the force to pull the carriage, so it remains with the dead.”

You frown. All of your things are lost to the snow. A part of you wants to rebuke but you understand. They are minor needs after all. You can always buy more. 

Kuai Liang extinguishes his fire, much to your dismay, and quietly stands, rushing off to do as told. You remain seated in the snow; your eyes drift down to the lifeless body beside you. It is not until you feel Bi-Han’s cold fingers on your neck, do you look at him. 

“Your awareness needs practice,” he states. 

You frown. Is this his way of showing concern?

“I have never had to kill a person before until I met you.”

It is not an attack, you just felt as if Bi-Han should know. 

His eyes narrow, but he does not remark on your statement. Standing, he looks around as though he is trying to avoid looking at you.  

“Can you walk?” Bi-Han asks. “It would be irksome to have to tote you up the mountain.”

“I'm sure those big muscles can handle it, but to answer your question, I can walk just fine,” you answer.

Bi-Han raises his brow, glancing at you. 

“You have the energy to jest.” 

You nearly snort. No, but it takes your mind off the unnecessary deaths for a moment. It does not take long for the reality of the situation to sink back in, however. 

“Do you think they will attack again?”

“Not today,” Bi-Han answers honestly. “But whatever frightened the horse just might. The birds are far too quiet.”

That inhuman scream did not come from the assassins? Your eyes widen in fear. What could have caused it? Standing, you glance around. It is true, there are no birds in the area. 

“Let us not remain here longer than we have to,” Bi-Han mentions. 

You agree. Whatever is out here, you hope it does not make itself known. 

For the rest of the journey, you can not shake the eerie feeling that something is on the hunt. If only you knew how right you were.

[scribble-dee-vee]

Writeblr Intro circa 2024

Hi writeblr!! Sooo, I've been around here since about 2014. (Yes, I am ancient.) However, I've been dormant for the past 4-5 years. Blame college and a brief stint on Twitter. Now that I'm active again, I thought I should make an updated writeblr intro so ppl know my Deal. Basically, I want to engage with other folks who write fiction (esp original SF), and that's a little easier if I have a clear post that outlines what I do. Here to make connections and hear about your blorbos :)

About me

Hi, I'm Vee! They/them, 23, 💖 🤍 🧡

I do journalism/comms in western New York

My literary jam is feminist/adult SF and gothic lit (OG or modern) 🥀 ⚔️ 🌙

Enthusiastic about gay people, body horror, and sociopolitical allegories

I cook, run, play tabletop games, and occasionally draw. Other than that, I'm mostly writing (for work and for fun)

If you were on pre-2020 writeblr, you likely know me from my eight billion daily tag games. (I still like tag games and appreciate u for tagging me. I have also gained adult responsibilities and better mental health, so I respond very slowly now. <3)

Always happy to get asks or dms, tho as I've noted: I may reply slowly.

Sometimes open to beta read! I only read one longer project at a time, but it's always super fun :)

I tag very consistently – happy to tag triggers for followers/moots

Fun fact: I love mushroom hunting and worked as a mycology TA. #cottagecoreera 🍄 🧚‍♀️ 🌱

About my creative writing

I write,,,, feminist/adult SF with gothic leanings (surprise!)

Longform and short! Trying to do more short writing this year, and I'll likely share a bit on Tumblr. It's easier to clip a short story than a 150k novel, god bless.

The Aesthetic: moral g(r)ays, Victoriana, androids/cyborgs, Women™, monstrous femininity, incessant Hamlet/Frankenstein motifs, extremely boring socioeconomic worldbuilding, evil queens and/or dilfs, psychosexual witchcraft, probably a cat. Also, an ominous, plot-relevant letter laced with anthrax from your unhinged and brilliant ex-wife. Open if you dare.

Major projects

I'm going to be writing some short work this year, but these are the longer projects that I have going in the background. If I reblog blorbo-related text posts, they probably have something to do with these.

Let me know if you want to be added to any project-specific taglists 😎

Heart of Lead – Series

The big one

Perpetually evolving

Never ceasing

Pls send help I can't stop adding shit

5-book gothic fantasy epic that I'll definitely publish one day but probably no time soon! My bastard child, my wicked firstborn, my greatest love <3

Character-oriented political drama set in a pseudo-Victorian, dystopian oligarchy where everyone's heart is made out of metal. It's about coming of age and discovering queer identity in a world that is absolutely fucked. God is an extraterrestrial lesbian who gives ppl very traumatizing magic powers. There are cyborgs, shapeshifters, and morally gray women in STEM. It's tight as fuck idk what else what to tell u.

Book 1 is about achillean monarchists, and book 2 is about sapphic anarchists. There are only two genders, I guess.

At this point, I've drafted most of the books at least once. Working to refine a lot of raw material atm!

Tag: "heart of lead tag" or "hol tag"

Lost Letters – Book

Aka the current active HoL WIP, and book one in the revised series structure

Length: 80k as of now; around 120-140k when the first draft is finished, I presume.

Genre: adult fantasy, gothic, noir detective drama?? um?? If you want me to frame it in BookTok terms (why?) it's a dark academia villain x villain tragic romantasy. Hrgh.

Summary: Cyborg soldier goes to college, joins a shady socialite frat, and falls in love with the jilted heir-apparent to the throne. Hilarity ensues.

(By "hilarity," I mean a militant revolutionary faction and a tragedy of Greek proportions.)

POV characters: Charles (the cyborg), Dale (the heir), and Cecelia (Charles' sister, a junior detective, the love of my life and potentially the Chosen One???)

This book is twisty and dark and immensely fun to write.

I'm about halfway through the first full draft! Hoping to share snippets and vaguepost about my children here.

Tag: "lost letters tag" (also "hol tag," tho that one's less specific)

The Last of Mortal Tourists – Book

The next longform project on the docket!

Length: a standalone work that will hopefully fall on the shorter novel/novella spectrum.

Genre: literary SF, cyberqueer, psychological space quest

Summary: The consciousness of a dead coding genius, trapped inside a spaceship, seeks a new planet to sustain their sister, the last surviving human, after the destruction of Earth.

If you're here to get wildly philosophical about gender and the myth of essential self, this is the story for you! That's why I'm writing it, lol. 🏳️‍⚧️ 🚀 🤖

This one started out as a short story (100% finished) which I want to expand.

POV: Archer Alto, the coder. Spaceship? Human? Soul?

Supporting Cast: Pandora, the last human, and Abby, a holographic impression of Archer's childhood consciousness

Tag: "the last of mortal tourists tag" or "tlomt tag"

If you read all this way, you get a whole bouquet of flowers that are certainly NOT poisonous: 🌸 🌹 💐 🥀 🌺

<3

[the-owl-house-takes]

character hotness rankings are IN !!!!!!!!!!!!

belos: 10/10. literally nothing could convince me to lower that number. somehow all the sexualities at once. somehow both a top and bottom at once. attractive voice, relaxed demeanor, gorgeous hair. the evilness is a plus. (magical in its forbiddenality.)

titan: 10/10. absolutely feral for this big ass creature of a man. and DO i mean 'big ass'. could probably snap any of his partners like a twig. for those looking to get into metallurgy, ship him with belos for maximum heat. your standard bear.

piniet: 9.5/10. for those undiscerning viewers who might struggle to recall this individual - this was the hot evil lizard man from the fanfiction-book-writing episode. fucking obsessed with his voice and you just can't go wrong with lizards. your standard token scaly.

eda: 9/10. she's hot for sure, with an attractive voice and gorgeous hair as well. points off bc she gives too many shits about children. (possibly i like milfs only in theory, not in practice.) but she regains points bc of her harpy form. gawd dayum!

darius: 9/10. suffers much the same fate as eda, in that he's hot normally with an extra hot super form, but unfortunately he cares about kids. your standard gay hunk.

warden wrath: 8/10. hot af in the first episode. good banter with eda as well. points off since he becomes pathetic later on. your standard himbo.

bump: 7.5/10. just a touch too old for my tastes, but he has a great voice and is just generally pretty attractive. competent, too. solid man.

camila: 7/10. manny was a lucky man.

alador: 6.5/10. i like him more than his exwife but he doesn't care enough about his children. still, your standard moderately hot dilf.

salty: 6/10. again, no shade to those who don't remember. this was the pirate guy from the selkidomus hunting ep. he was actually reasonably hot. nothing nuclear, but i'd prob smash if i was at sea with him for a while.

odalia: 5.5/10. good level of evilness present, but she just isn't my style. nothing 'gainst her though.

raine: 5/10. your perfectly average gnc twink.

lilith: 5/10. she just looks like a regular person to me, sorry.

terra: 2.5/10. she's just kind of old and not hot. points for evil i guess.

statistics characters rated: 14 total hotness: 100.5/140 (71.78% potential hotness achieved) average hotness: 7.18/10

thanks for reading

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[motherfuckingmaneater]

What are your Black-Gaunt family headcanons? :3

For the sake of this post this is for my first war Delphini AU (which @daughterofyourdarklord and I have been heavily invested in lately, so safe to assume she is the Delphini I have in mind writing these) otherwise they'd not have been much of a family. Enjoy this random handful of hcs anon!

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Think Addams family values. Delphini grows up around a lot of dark dangerous things (the dark dilf being the top of that list). She’s born of them, they’re dark magic incarnate, so she has a predisposition to it immediately. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Bellatrix puts a dagger in Delphini’s hand for the first time when she’s 2. They take her muggle hunting when she’s 4, for the first time. It’s the first and last time, because Bellatrix is locked in Azkaban and Voldemort ‘dies’. However, they make habit of doing this fairly often as the three of them later when they’re together again. It’s been an old enjoyment of Bella and Voldemorts for years, after all. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   They’re an exceptionally well put together family. They always look immaculate together. For public events both witches take their places beside — and a step behind — Lord Voldemort. Bellatrix as commander of Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort’s right hand, is as always placed at his left side. Delphini as the reigning monarch and ‘the Augury’ of the wizarding world is on his right.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Eventually, Delphini’s place becomes more prominent than Bellatrix’s. This happens when Voldemort officially titles Delphini the monarch of his reign three years after the end of battle of Hogwarts.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Bellatrix Lestrange becomes Madame Black / Lady Black (for Voldemort, others addressing her as ‘my Lady’ feels a more appropriate) once more when Rodolphus dies in the battles which continue to rage for 3 years after the battle of Hogwarts, and Lord Voldemort publicly takes her as consort after over twenty years of their relationship being private. She takes her name back now she’s the Black heiress. It also feels better given Delphini is a Black too. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Delphini is given many titles, she is seen as the saviour of the pureblood world (yes, we all know the irony of it). She is their reigning monarch, their Augury, their heiress, the daughter of the Dark Lord.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   They have a lot of snakes in their abode. Nagini accompanies Delphini publicly a majority of the time, however, Nagini actually spends most of her time alone with Bellatrix. She appreciates the witch’s company and curls herself around her whilst she sleeps. Voldemort will never say it but he reluctantly suspects its because the snake holds part of his soul. She is however, most protective of Delphini and entirely loyal to Voldemort. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Neither Voldemort nor Bellatrix had to teach Delphini wandless magic, but Bellatrix did make sure to teach her blood magic and Voldemort taught her bone magic. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   They regularly engage in ancient dark rituals. It started with Bellatrix taking Delphini into Black family rituals and teaching her the ancient magic of the Blacks — runic readings, speaking to the stars, the power of magical blood, etc., and then Voldemort too began giving some time to both witches. He and Bella still engage in their own private rituals anyway — the ones they’ve been doing for years and years now. 

[dilfbracket]

102 GENDER UNRESTRICTED DILF ELIMINATION!!!

narrowing the dilfs down to a somewhat workable bracket was, by far, the one of the most nerve-rackings things we've ever done. it has kept us up for nights. bickering in the mods video call over this has ripped this family to shreds. the bracket was longer, shorter, and longer again as we pulled dilfs from the abyss to set them down into the arena. absolutely gutted that we couldn't include everybody, but if your dilf isn't on the main bracket, do not fear. we will not leave a dilf out in the cold to die without honor. they will have their moment.

the dilfs were ranked and seeded based on a very intricate rubric and vibes that included number of nominations so if you see a heavy hitter in a lower bracket than you'd expect, you've nobody but your fellow man to blame.

the first round of dilf death match arena contenders are below the cut. we'll work our way down the bracket with new polls roughly every day. first round seeds like hannibal and bob belcher get a bye week, due to their incredible energy catapulting them into top seed contention, and will not appear until round 2.

happy hunting!

p.s. some of your entries, including those that did not make the cut, shook us to our core and will forever be ingrained into our dna. congrats

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 1

Lord Asriel (His Dark Materials) vs Klaus Mikaelson (The Vampire Diaries/The Originals) WINNER: ASRIEL

Corvo Attano (Dishonored) vs Praxidike Meng (The Expanse) WINNER: CORVO

Hades (Hades the Game) vs Olivier Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood) WINNER: OLIVIER

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 2

Iroh (Avatar The Last Airbender) vs Frank Castle (The Punisher) WINNER: IROH

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 3

Iorek Byrnison (His Dark Materials) vs Mick Rory (Legends of Tomorrow) WINNER: IOREK

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 4

FitzChivalry Farseer (Realm of the Elderlings) vs Lawrence Gordon (SAW Franchise) WINNER: LAWRENCE

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 5

Rumplestiltskin (Once Upon a Time) vs Lord August Ruthven (Case Study of Vanitas) WINNER: RUMPLESTILTSKIN

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 5.1

Mortimer Goth (The Sims) vs Loid Forger (Spy x Family) WINNER: LOID

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 6

John Winchester (Supernatural) vs Father Blackwood (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) WINNER: FATHER BLACKWOOD

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 6.1

Lee Dong-sik (Beyond Evil) vs Dexter Morgan (Dexter) WINNER: LEE DONG-SIK

Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet) vs Samuel Vimes (Discworld) WINNER: VIMES

Scott Lang/Ant-Man (MCU) vs Captain Christopher Pike (Star Trek Discovery/New Worlds) WINNER: PIKE

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 7

Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney, Apollo Justice game #4) vs Davos Seaworth (Game of Thrones) WINNER: PHOENIX

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 8

Chris Argent (Teen Wolf) vs Octodad (Octodad) WINNER: OCTODAD

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 9

Rock Lee (Boruto) vs Jean Valjean (Les Miserables) WINNER: ROCK LEE

Norman (Pokemon Advanced Generation) vs Siegfried Farnham (All Creatures Great and Small 2020) WINNER: NORMAN

Waymond Wang (Everything Everywhere All At Once) vs The Mako (Mass Effect) WINNER: WAYMOND

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 11

Carlisle Cullen (Twilight) vs Piotr Rasputin/Colossus (X-Men)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 12

Din Djarin (The Mandolorian) vs Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

Ted Lasso (Ted Lasso) vs Professor Hershel Layton (Professor Layton game series)

Izzy Hands (Our Flag Means Death) vs James Flint (Black Sails)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 13

Ben Sisko (Star Trek Deep Space Nine) vs Marcus Kane (The 100)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 14

Data (Star Trek) vs Ethan Winters (Resident Evil 8)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 15

Geralt of Rivia (Netflix edition) vs Lan (Wheel of Time)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 16

Columbo (Columbo) vs Kermit (The Muppets)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 16

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) vs Craig Cahn (Dream Daddies)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 17

Dill (Easy A) vs Mr. Krabs (Spongebob)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 18

Professor Utonium (The Powerpuff Girls) vs Coach Taylor (Friday Night Lights)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 19

Heinz Doofinshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb) vs Atticus Finch (To Kill a Mockingbird)

Michael Bluth (Arrested Development) vs Ratchet (Transformers)

Thane Krios (Mass Effect) vs Lazslo (What We Do in the Shadows)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 20

Emma Swan (Once Upon a Time) vs Li Haichao (Go Ahead)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 21

Aragorn (Lord of the Rings) vs Hugh Neutron (Jimmy Neutron)

Mufasa (The Lion King) vs Yagi Toshinori (My Hero Academia)

Shrek (Shrek) vs Frontman (Squid Game)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 22

Eddie the Rabbit (Empires SMP season 2) vs Pastramis (Tumblr)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 23

Doctor Octopus (Spider-Man) vs The 12th Doctor (Doctor Who)

ROUND 1 / BRACKET 24

Cliff "Robotman" Steele (Doom Patrol) vs Bowser (Mario)

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Story So Far...

//Taking a drawing break briefly as my wrist has started aching again lol. Thought this might be a fun little summary post! This doesn’t contain everything I’ve made for them, but eh.

Major plotpoints/lore (marked by key art pieces I suppose) are noted with * and bolded.

Clavell says hello! Sada and Turo butt in too. It’s introduced that this is a post-game universe where Clavell/Sada/Turo are a polycule who raised Arven together.

*The trio are revealed to have been childhood friends. >>

The nature of their relationship is revealed a little more. Their family is a strange one. >>

Turo learns what DILF means. >>

* We see a glimpse of domesticity in the Lighthouse. >>

Clavell reminisces about how the trio have known each other for so long. It’s revealed that Sada and Turo occupy the empty lab area of Clavell’s office, and have artificially created Miraidon and Koraidon. >>

Glimpses of the trio raising Arven all together. >>

Clavell learns what DILF means (sort of.) >>

* How Clavell got Sada and Turo to leave area zero is revealed. He had his Gyarados and new team of water pokemon flood Area Zero. The place is no longer visitable. >>

* Clavell explains how the three of them got romantically involved. >>

Arven shares a bit about how being their only son is like. It’s also revealed that he is a Champion in this universe, and doing quite well with all his friends. He’s hoping to use the Herba Mystica to heal the two raidons (and got grounded for fighting titans during his treasure hunt lmao) >>

* Clavell gets a migraine, after discussing the possibility of an assailant harming his family. >>

Sada shares a little bit about her starter pokemon, Fuecoco. >>

Arven calls Clavell Pops! >>

* Clavell is becoming more and more sick, for an unknown reason. >>

Arven thinks everyone should stop trying to kiss his dads. >>

* Clavell is asked about how he feels knowing other realities where he didn’t step in to pull Sada and Turo out of the crater, breaking down by the end of it. >>

* Turo apologises to a sleeping Clavell for an unknown reason. >>

Turo doesn’t know what Gigachad means. >>

Something silly of how the trio’s confession went. >>

* Clavell doesn’t know what babygirl means. Sada tucks him into bed, expression solemn. His condition is worsening. >>

* Both Sada and Turo apologise to a sleeping Clavell. >>

* Clavell talks about how the grief felt so real, despite not living those other lives. >>

Turo shares how he crushed extremely hard on Clive and Sabine, whilst dressed as Trent. >>

Clavell speaks owo. >>

Sada loves her boys haha. >>

* Sada shares a bit about how she was when she was in college, and how Clive might’ve been partly inspired by her. >>

* Sada and Turo pull a slightly better Clavell out to see Mesagoza’s sunset... asking some peculiar questions about treasure. They kiss him, and it feels like an awful goodbye. Clavell passes out after coughing blood and a sharp pain lancing through him. >>

* The trio are no longer answering asks directly. Instead, only the Zero Lab’s log file search is available. >>

CCTV footage of the Zero Lab Canteen being on fire due to Turo’s poor cooking skills. >>

Sada and Clavell share a tender moment during her pregnancy, Clive makes an appearance to cheer her up once more. >>

Flood query does not exist. >>

Flutter Mane query results in footage of them. >>

* Sada’s Personnel File. >>

The trio celebrate Turo’s birthday. >>

The lab’s inhabitant’s daily routine. >>

Baby Arven is hushed to sleep by Clavell. >>

Baby Arven and Turo share a peaceful moment together, watching some Glimmora and Glimmets. >>

Baby Arven eats a camera. >>

Sada throws Arven’s diaper at Turo’s face in an argument. >>

Sada asks for kisses. >>

* “Miraidon & Koraidon” search entry. >>

“Safety” query shows Sada, Turo, Clavell and a baby Arven resting. >>

* Search for “casualties” results in footage of Sada and Turo talking. >>

* Arven’s first birthday is celebrated in the labs. >>

A conversation between Clavell and Turo is recorded. >>

* Scream Tail identified in Station 4. Password required for further access to zero lab footage.>>

An email between Turo and Arven is found. >>

* Password Authenticated. Slitherwing, Roaring Moon, Iron Moth, Iron Valiant identified in footage. >>

* Clavell’s Gyrados identified in footage. >>

Sada sends Arven an email. >>

12 Masterballs have been recently 3D printed. >>

* “Locate Clavell” Search query reveals Clavell facing off Sada and Turo’s Koraidon and Miraidon. >>

*Alternate Zero Lab Footage located. Clavell is injured. 4 other videos remain locked. >>

TBC! :D it’ll be a while till the conclusion, meanwhile I hope y’all are enjoying this little ride into delving into these characters’ history together/lore.

[artficlly]

Damn, your wip list is awesome! Would love to hear more about the untitled Peter Pan au ✨

thank you so much!! oh my gosh the peter pan au fic i haven't touched in forever. i'm still trying to figure out some plot points/details that bring me enough joy to start seriously writing it.

basically i rewatched the 2003 live action peter pan movie. i loved it as a kid and my memeory served me right because jason issacs as hook in INSANELY HOT omggg.

like... HELLO??? his name is literally JAMES, like our boy james buchanan “bucky” barnes and he is missing his hand (close enough to bucky lol) and then has a sick metal bit he replaced the missing part with which (arguably) makes him more deadly??

dilf...anyways. im obsessed with the idea of bucky as hook. i was going to have peter as either peter parker (duh) or even steve... but i was planning to age up peter + the lost boys to be early 20s because i was going to make peter + the lost boys the classic evil, gaslighting, horny late teens-early 20s male specimen. but i was going to keep it that peter is immortal and he kills the lost boys when they get too old. peter was going to be like a very... malicious, trickster deity that is more god than boy.

as for reader, she was going to be a mermaid, though think more siren-like and on the man eating side of things. i did kind of debate having her be very animalistic, she can talk but more echoes speech she's already heard without quite understanding it's meaning. basically intelligent but hasn't been raised as a human would be, she was just taught to hunt and survive.

the pirates of the caribbean is kinda a good visual + once again the 2003 peter pan movie. i imagine the mermaids being very pretty, etheral creatures that are human-like and hunt in packs etc. basically apex predators of the ocean lol.

my basic plot idea which has changed a lot and will continue to change is that peter/hook have to team up for some reason, and need to do a spell or magic or something that involves a mermaids scales. reader is the unfortunate mermaid that is captured, but something happens and she grows legs / becomes human when her scales are taken.

bucky/hook loves a wounded animal that he can try to save and yeah!! that is about as far as I have got. maybe soon i can try to plot it out a bit more and actually get around to writing!

[fishedeyelenz]

*inhales deeply* haaah….okay. Okay, this might be…rather lengthy, but please bear with me Ms. Fishy! I usually try not to leave comments on things, just cause I’m, nervous about how much I want to say lol, and then I sometimes (most of the time) come off too intense and strongly and I unfortunately have more than once maybe freaked or creeped poor innocent souls out accidentally lol. But! This is about our poor freaky attic boy! So maybe it’ll be fine lol.

Oh my goodness, so. I have, in recent times, discovered Billy….and immediately I just feel in love with him! First cause he looked so silly and cute and goofy! And because I only vaguely saw one or two things about some guy in a sweater who was either really sweaty or just intense. So I needed to know more about this little man! I mean…obviously. And the more I read about him, both on actual research trips in google, and my roaming and happy lurking or tumblr, welp I just, fell more in love with him!! Little freak boi.

But what really just….sealed my brain to him, was when I started finding fanfiction on here and ao3, that really took a step into his brain, and his very scattered and unstable thinking process, and all his behaviors, in conjunction to me hunting down and watching the actual black Christmas movie and I just…..there was one specific little fanfiction I read…I don’t remember the name or the author…but it just, broke my heart so much. It made me cry SO much, because they made him sound so much like me! In all the worst ways he was written in a way that is so familiar to me.

And so now I’m hunting for good Billy stories on ao3, and that’s where I find you! The first story I read by you was the…the snow day one if I’m naming it correctly, and oh…me hart…but then! I found Mousie!! I freaking cried. Again! Because it’s so intense reading about Billy…behaving so…SIMILAR to me….it just makes my chest and my heart fill up so tightly, and I feel my heart break for Billy, because, in my brain, I would go, “he’s like me! He’s just like me, I’m just like him…..I bet…he would like that. We wouldn’t freak each other out! If I could just hold him! If I could just hold him tight and cry with him cause I know! I know Billy! But it’s okay I promise, we’re both gonna be okay please just listen to my heart beat!” And so I, in my many many day dream stories, would day dream about all kinds of ways I would meet Billy, who would lose their marbles first, and how I would show Billy how similar we are, and how…NICE it would be to actually understand each other. To just, not feel so alone and ODD.

And this is all well and good, and I keep in my heart close to me…but! Your most recent ask! About, Billy and dilf Billy with an S/O with all kinds of ticks and stims and sensory issues….and when normal Billy is happy and goes, “your just like me..!” I freaking lost it aaaah!! My eyeballs MAY have gotten watery again lol. I’m so sorry if this is all just so silly sounding….but oh my goodness…I just…love the way you write Billy. I do it all….the hair pulling, the skin picking, the finger and skin biting…the rocking, the stuttering, the voice and word mimicking, the fear of being seen, the thoughts, the horrible loud thoughts, the URGES, the emotions that explode and make my brain either break and I have breakdowns and I’m sobbing screaming hurting myself, scared of hurting others, or I just check out, I’m out yo I’m gone babe, I just ain’t here at that moment. The fear, the slight delusions when I get bad…the shame and disgust and guilt, ugh horrible loud noises, bright lights, strong smells, bad textures, bad words, so much BAD! (Yes I’m autistic lol) but, yes believe it or not lol, I’m actually a very happy person (besides the horrors) and I’m very giggly, (overly giggly actually it a problem at times) very smiley, and I make all these little noises (though I try to contain it to when I’m alone) like I chitter and I click my throat when I’m happy and I wriggle and squirm and squeal cause there’s just so much happy pressure in me and I just shake and wiggle my hands by my side and, geez that’s all me, that’s all me and I know it’s a lot and I’m reading and seeing it all in Billy and it’s…gee it’s so overwhelmingly sweet to me! Reading about his bad times, and someone being sweet to him, how I wish I could be sweet to him cause heaven knows I understand, and just maybe him be sweet to me! I just….mmh! Dang. I just think we’d be friends me and him. And the way you write just fills my heart, it’s so very lovely, thank you so much for all the wonderful Billy stories.

(I know that was a lot please forgive me you straight up don’t have to respond, I just wanted you to know how lovely it all is and how I appreciate your Billy writing lol)

(But like fr I wanna freaking chew on him and shake him while growling like a freak rrrRRRGH I’ll bloody tackle him I’ll snarl at him do not TEST me Billy *deep affection*)

Oh... oh my god. You just made my day. This made me so happy you cannot believe. Thank you for taking your time to write this this ask, it first shocked me (in a good way lol) and then i started grinning and crying. It makes me so so so happy to see my goofy stories resonate with people and when you guys come and compliment me I go AAAAAAAHH- <3333

I never would have thought my fics would resonate so much. I started writing them in desperation from a lack of content after I read every fic that I possibly could, and I thought I could write my own. I remember posting my first few fics and waiting for my first comment <3 I never would have thought my work would become so well liked!!!

I'm glad Billy is relatable. I'm glad he is a good depiction of various things you and many others go through. One of my biggest fears was that I would miss the mark, that he would come off as a caricature, or shallow or offensive or or.... but the most frequent positive comment I get consistently is that my characterization is spot on. So much of myself I put into my depiction of him, so so much. And I'm glad you feel that way. I'm glad you wasn't to reach out and hold him, and tell him that it's okay and there are people there who get you. Everybody needs that, even if you can only express that to a freaky fictional attic killer, as strange as it sounds lol <3

I'm just... I'm glad that you like my work. I'm so glad and I know I'm rambling but I don't know how to otherwise express my gratitude. I have been going through a minor crisis in art, cause I know the things I do on here or on ao3 aren't something that would be highly appreciated by my irls, and they would think it was a waste of time, and a crisis about when I will start making art as a full time job and will I make it. You gave me reassurance that I am not wasting my time, that even if the art would be seen as "lower" by some people the resonance and importance of it can be boundless to others. And you also gave me hope that I'll make it one day. Thank you so much. Billy would be your friend. Take care.