#ingrained in my mind fr

[minjeonqs]

KARINA ♡ STAMP ON IT @ SMTOWN LIVE 2022

[qsmpbutwithsignlanguage]

Being fr right now, Aimsey and Quackity had some of the most entertaining interactions out of anyone in the QSMP. I died a bit every time they ended up in the same voice call /pos, they were hilarious.

[vyeoh]

I'm at a brewery with my co-workers

There was trivia on

One of the questions is "who are the 4 main characters of the 2017 miniseries the defenders"

They ask me how I know the answer so quick

How do I pretend it's not because one of them was an essential part of my queer awakening and I read extremely gay fanfiction about another

[kengi-bengi]

turns out i never watched the last two episodes of lockwood and co [the series] and WOW I HATE NETFLIX EVEN MORE!!! THAT WAS THE BEST FUCKING SHIT IN THE WORLD AND THEY CANCLE IT

[forbidden-interlude]

The person that actually made me start considering finances when dating was my ex

[a-partofthemob]

hi! i hope you're doing well ^^

do you have any thoughts on reigen with cats

im pretty sure he canonically likes dogs, so i think him with cats is a funny concept

i like to imagine he's cool with them and thinks they're cute but they hiss at him </3

(i love your blog theme btw "get ready wake your psyche up mob" was stuck in my head for WEEKS)

-💫

i like to think that reigen loves dogs much more than cats but he still love cats, like 100% dog and 60-70% cats

he loves cats dont get me wrong, he doesnt hate them nor dislike them theyre cats theyre cute hes 100% chill with them, he likes cats, but most of the time they dont like him 😭 he'd have staring contests with cats, lose, and the cat is smug. he's try to get a cat's trust for the whole day and at the end the cat still doesnt want to be near him, but the moment mob enters the room the cat is purring and allows mob to pet them. reigen 100% hurt and wallowing

the only cats that pay him any attention would be cat cafes, but if serizawa was there the cats would gravitate to seri more and reigens only left with one cat by his side

[ghostlywhiskey]

Simon Riley (Priest AU) - Forgive me, Father.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,203

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ☆ Sacrilege, priest, mentions of prayer and common language used in confessionals - overall religious content that may upset some. Abuse of power. Mentions of being used and somnophilia. Cussing. Masturbation (Simon & reader).

Summary: After having improper thoughts weighing guilt on your mind, you decide to resort to confession. Simon has methods of how you can be forgiven.

Notes: Um, well, yeah. I’m not sure what to say. Writing this whole thing was a 'damn, Catholicism ingrained in me fr' moment from how I literally closed my eyes to remember how I would walk into church & what would be said in confession. Ha. Anyway. Minimal proofreading, I felt too dirty to re-read.

find my masterlist here

You weren't a frequent churchgoer. After years of Catholic school, it all became tiring and felt almost forced at this rate, but you went for the holidays like Easter & Christmas - at your grandparents request to be fair.

But, old habits die hard and one day you find yourself pulling into the parking lot of the church. Maybe it was the Catholic guilt ingrained in you that drew you to go today. 

The large wood doors creaked as you opened them and walked into the church. Every Catholic church looked the same to you - the stained glass, the architecture, the same old wooden pews either their original wood or coated in layers of white paint refreshed over the years. And every church you had ever been to was always so cold - why?

Every single move was like muscle memory. Your fingers dipped into the font that contained the holy water, quietly whispering as you did the sign of the cross and genuflected. 

Your eyes scanned the church, noting the layout as you located the confessional. Once you entered and sat down, you rang the tiny bell to indicate your presence. Heavy footsteps outside getting closer as you heard the priest enter the other side of the confessional, the divider sliding open so you can only make out the figure through the tiny holes.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen." The words are spoken in unison. His voice is clearer to you now as he only speaks now, "May God who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins and trust in His mercy." In response, you quietly whisper 'amen' in return.

Clearing your throat and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you prepare to speak. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was 5 years ago. These are my sins.." The list of sins are far more minimal in nature such as disrespecting your parents, gossiping, lying and so forth.

Then, you finally get to what has been weighing on your mind like a ton of bricks. "And impure thoughts.." Your words trailing off, the sound of the priest shifting on the other side noticeable from the close proximity despite the divider separating you both. "In order to truly know the severity, what do these impure thoughts include, my child?" He asks, your body tensing as the question catches you off guard. "Ah, regarding premarital sex acts, Father."  You respond, fingers fidgeting with the rings on your hands. "Explain." This is all he says before the silence lingers in the small space before you speak again. "This is only to help your absolution." His voice urges you to continue, the words trying to ease you to come clean. “Well," Swallowing the lump in your throat, your cheeks burning from embarrassment despite your identity being unknown to him. "The thoughts consist of being used at will by a man. To be degraded and fucked until I'm begging for him to stop, but my whines only encourage him to continue. I don't want him to stop.” Your voice is strained, as if you're scared to admit it out loud. And truthfully, this was the first time you had admitted the thoughts out loud.  Your thighs squeeze together as your brain digs deeper into the thoughts you’ve been suppressing for a few months now. 

The sound of the priest clearing his throat pulls your attention back. “Surely that isn’t all, my child.” He says, and you shake your head in response even if he can’t see. “N-No. That isn’t all.” Rings spinning around your fingers as you continue to fidget from nerves. “Please remember, I need to know everything to offer you absolution.” Nodding, you swish spit in your mouth to coat the dryness to some extent and swallow. 

“I-I think about being woken up in the night, the man already buried deep in me. My body  doesn’t resist the feeling and clenching around him as my consciousness regains from sleep.” The heat between your thighs grows as you now shift in the seat, one leg moves to cross over the other in an effort to control the sensation.

The sound of a zipper coming undone is undeniable as your ears pick up on it, your lips parting slightly from shock as you process what’s happening on the other side of the confessional. “Father?” Your voice barely whispers, wondering if you acknowledge it, then he would stop. “Are these thoughts about anyone specific?” He mutters, his hand palming himself through his boxers. “No, just general desires, Father.” 

He inhales a breath and exhales before he speaks. “Have you acted on these thoughts?” No, but you fucking wish. “No, Father.” And maybe it was your own thoughts warping, but you could have sworn you heard him mumble the words, ‘Forgive me, Father’. 

On the other side of the confessional, unbeknown to you, the priest had now pulled his cock free from the constraints of his briefs. Biting back a groan, his hand comes up to his mouth as he quietly spits into his palm before he wraps it around himself. “For your penance, you must do exactly as I say, understood?” He speaks, his voice sounds low, demanding in a way. 

“Understood, Father.” You reply, your chest rising and falling slowly as you anticipate what he is going to say next. “We must rid you of these thoughts. You need to release them.” He murmurs, his hand slowly pumping up and then down. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.” 

Oh my God. Like actually, oh my God. Your brain rings in your head, doing as you're told and spreading your legs. Hearing the movement, he continues to speak. “My child, what are you wearing?” The question is simple, your hand already sliding down to the exposed panties your dress reveals once your legs are spread. “Knee length sundress.” You respond, your head leaning back against the wood of the confessional as your fingers rub the fabric covering your already wet cunt. “Hmm, and I suppose that length is useless as your legs are spread. Exposing yourself like a good girl, but such a slut.” The word slut drips from his mouth like venom, the tone of his voice sending excitement through your body. “Slide the panties off.” He orders, and you obey as you reach for the waistband and slide them down to your ankles, shaking them off to the floor of the confessional. “They’re off, Father.” You whisper, glancing at the divider. Never in your life did you want to be seen more than in this moment. “Father Simon.” He corrects. “Call me Father Simon.” 

“Father Simon.” You repeat the name he asked you to call him. A quiet groan travels to your side of the confessional and you can’t help but move your fingers to rub between your folds. The fact he was groaning to you just saying his title was causing your stomach to tie into knots. “What do I need to do, Father Simon?” You beg, wanting him to continue directing you. “Such an eager girl to be forgiven. You wouldn’t need forgiveness if you weren’t such a slut.” He hissed. “But you come into this confessional and speak of how you wish to be used. To be degraded. Do you think you can be forgiven?” 

“I-I want to be forgiven.” Your fingers build up your excitement, teasing your folds as your fingers move to give your clit some attention as you rub it gently. “I’m sorry, Father Simon. I’m sorry.” You choke out, almost forgetting to breathe amidst the pleasure. “Just because you’re sorry does not guarantee forgiveness.” Simon’s own hand continues to pump his cock, his thumb brushes over the head as some pre-cum oozes out. “You sound stupid saying sorry. Saying sorry while I can hear your hand moving as you touch yourself. Take those fingers and fuck yourself with three of them.” The order coming out of his mouth leaves you breathing shakily.

“F-Father, three?” You ask in order to clarify his demand. “R-Right away?” You needed time to adjust, even with your own slender fingers it took time before you could even have two. “You heard me.” He responds, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Don’t disappoint me, sweetheart.” Simon’s hand starts to pump his cock faster, his free hand moves to massage his balls. 

While you’re already wet, just to be sure you take your index, middle and ring finger to your lips. Your mouth wrapping around the fingers, sucking and swirling your tongue to coat them in saliva. Pulling them away, you carefully position them, teasing your entrance before you push into yourself. Your free hand covers your mouth as you feel them stretching you slightly. A moan muffled by your hand is the additional sound mixed with your fingers starting to pump in and out of you, the wet stickiness filling the confessional. “Oh, sweetheart. You must look so beautiful spread out fucking yourself with your fingers.” Simon coos through the divider, his breaths shallow. “I wish I could bury my cock into that wet, tight cunt. Let me hear you pray to God for that.” 

Closing your eyes as he speaks, you imagine the priest grabbing your hips and forcing himself into you, despite having no idea of his appearance. Your head against the wood of the confessional again as you try to hold your moans in even with your hand over your mouth, scared if anyone else were to enter the church they would hear you both behind these curtains. “I don’t hear you.” Simon growls, glancing at the divider to barely see the movements of your hand as your body moves in response. “G-God, please. I want Father Simon’s cock.” He hears you whimper quietly, a grin forming on his face. “Oh..such a good, good girl.” Simon’s voice acknowledging your compliance. Your fingers curl inside as he praises you, allowing yourself the small reward. “Father Simon, I-I’m so wet.” 

“Mmph..those pretty little fingers must be slick with your juices.” Simon’s own head leaning against the wood of the confessional now, eyes closed as he pumps his cock faster and pushes down hard. The image of his cock disappearing in between your folds making his thoughts spin. “Keep pumping those fingers. We need to make you cum. Release the thoughts that are rotting your brain.” Simon’s teeth grit together, a soft hissing sound coming out as his pump down puts pressure on him.

Not trusting yourself, your hand is back on your mouth. The sound of your wet cunt getting pumped with your fingers fills both your ears and Simon’s, the squishing sounds push him closer to his own release. And for you, the thought of his cock instead of your fingers pulling you closer to the edge before you jump off and release. Whimpering into your palm, you clench around your fingers and pump a few more times before releasing around them. Your thighs immediately squeezing shut as you try to control your shaking. “S-Simon.” You cry softly, lips parted as you pant softly. “F-Fuck.” He groans, the hand not pumping his now cum covered cock fists and hits the confessional wall. The release that had been building up in him for months now. 

“In addition, you leave your panties behind. Along with that, I expect you to recite twenty Hail Mary’s and twenty Our Father’s after your release. Make an act of contrition.” His voice strained from his recent climax. Dazed from your own climax as well, the words come out of your mouth without hesitation, “My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good…” Pausing for a brief moment, you swallow a lump in your throat. “I have sinned against You, whom I should love above all things. I firmly intend, with Your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Savior, Jesus Christ, suffered and died for us. In His Name, my God, have mercy. Amen.” After the words leave your lips, you catch your breath again.

The sound of Simon readjusting and zipping himself up is the only sound you hear in response. “F-Father?” You say softly, awaiting for him to absolve you. “My child…” Simon’s voice sounds like it did when you first sat in the confessional. “God cannot give you pardon and peace as of today. Therefore, I cannot absolve you of your sins. Come back in five days after I’ve had some time to rest and ask God for a final answer.” 

And with that, the sound of footsteps fill the church once more, followed by the door to the sacristy opening and closing indicating he would not be seen by you when you left. The response leaves you stunned for a few moments, before your legs get the strength to stand up and exit the confessional. The hand you didn’t use to finger yourself gently dips into the font as you leave, the sign of the cross spoken softly as you walk out.

[astraysimp]

You, Me and Binna Makes 3 (9mitm)

❁ཻུ۪۪♡Hi my loves! Dad!Binnie is making another appearance! This will be another chapter for 9 Months In The Making, my collab with my bestie! We have been plotting and planning this for quite some time ( dad!Binnie on the mind FR) Anywayyysssss, enjoy! Mwah Mwah Mwah!Grab your tissues and a snack….this is a long one ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Summary: You and Changbin have been together for around 4 years and have always wanted and talked about having babies. Heck, he even baby proofed the house before you were pregnant. He is READY to be a dad, and is so excited when you two welcome Binna to your family. Being your life partner was his favorite role….until he became an appa 

❁ཻུ۪۪♡Warnings: established relationship, fluff fluff FLUFF, dad!Binnie, crying(happy and excited), pet names, fem! Reader, binnie has been WAITING to be a dad and he is READY, baby dwaekki(Binna) loves her dwaekki plushie 

✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧                            ♡*.✧✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧                            ♡*.✧

You and Changbin knew you wanted kids, you’ve talked about it for so long. Having been together for 4 years, you had moved a couple times together, into your own apartment away from his bandmates, into your temporary home while your forever home was being renovated and now you lived in your forever home, the one you two designed and decorated together, where you’d raise your babies. You two had started talking about babies a year into your relationship, both of you ready and excited to welcome a baby into your lives. Changbin had actually baby proofed the house before you were even pregnant; no sharp corners, no electrical cords exposed, etc etc.

So, when you told him you were expecting, he was over the moon, to say the least. His reaction was ingrained in your mind, the ebay he fell to his knees, crying(sobbing), hugging you so tightly and pressing tons of kisses to your belly. “We’re having a baby?! A baby? You’re not joking right, my love. We’re having a baby dwaekki,” he cried, lifting your shirt to see your stomach, even though you weren’t showing yet. 

“No, binnie! We’re having a baby,” you cried, placing your hands over his on your stomach.

What he was even more excited for was that you were having a girl.Changbin had a gut feeling it would be a baby girl, although he’d be happy with a boy, of course. But, his own little princess? Oh. He was excited. When talking about names,he suggested Binna. Not because it almost was like Binnie, but because it meant shine, his own little star. You could remember it so clearly, how he teared up suggesting the name, saying it so softly, almost as if he couldn’t believe the words he was speaking. The thought of having his own baby girl to protect made him cry of happiness. “A girl? A baby girl?” He asked at the ultrasound after she had said it.”Congratulations. You’re having a baby girl.” She smiled and Changbin teared up. 

Seo Binna. Her name would be Seo Binna.

  Changbin loved seeing you pregnant, your belly growing to house and protect Binna. He thought you were beautiful and absolutely breathtaking before. But, now? When you were carrying his child?.....You only seemed to grow more beautiful by the second, in his eyes. He didn’t care if your ankles were swollen or that your old clothes didn’t fit or that you were gaining weight. “Bun, you’re growing our baby. That’s the most beautiful thing in the world. Your body changing to house and protect her is amazing. You only get more beautiful,” he’d tell you while he rubbed your sore feet or ankles. He also loved talking to your bump, feeling her kick at his voice. “Hi Binna girl. It’s appa. I can’t wait to meet you, my princess.” He would coo, hands rubbing your bump, where her tiny feet just kicked. “Now now, princess, don’t kick mommy too hard, it hurts her,”he’d giggle and press kisses to your growing bump. Not only did he love rubbing or talking to your bump, he always sang to your bump. “Baby, got me lookin so crazy.Ppajyeobeorineun daydream. Got me feeling you,Neodo malhaejullae.” Yeah…. He sang New Jeans to Binna– and NMIXX, and stray kids (of course) and etc etc. 

Don’t forget the choreo tho…. He performs it– it doesn’t matter that she hasn’t been born yet. 

However, nothing could compare to when Binna was born and the memories you created after. Your labor had been hard, having to have a c-section–because Binna was chunky, a whole 9lbs and 2oz. He CRIED when he heard her shrill cries and doctors placed her in his arms. “Oh, hi Binna bear. Welcome to the world. I’m your appa, and there’s……your eomma,” He whispered, turning her to you, as you laid on the bed. She looked like Vhangbin, the same big brown boba eyes and chubby cheeks, only with your nose, and a head of curly black hair. “Hi, my girl. I’m Eomma. We love you,” You sniffled, holding her for the first time, after being moved to the recovery room. You and Changbin were in love, your girl was here , finally here. She cried, like babies do, and only calmed down when you or Changbin held her. “Oh, my sweet Binna. My cuddly girl,” You cooed, as she looked up at you, Changbin sitting by your side and pressing a teary kiss to her head. “My baby dwaekki.”

Now, Binna was 2 months old, and still looked like Changbin.  You were in the kitchen making lunch.  While Changbin and Binna were in the living room, Binna lay on the floor , with Changbin laying next to her. He did this a lot, just looking at her, his eyes filled with love. “Binnie? Honey bear, lunch is done! “ You called, but he didn’t seem to hear you. “Hi Binna bear, my cute girl. Look what appa has,” he giggled, Binna’s eyes following him. From behind his back, he produced a plush dwaekki. “This is dwaekki, baby bear. We love dwaekki,” He smiled, as Binna just sucked her pacifier. “Bin! Lunch, my love,” you tried calling out again. Looking up from Binna, he placed the plush dwaekki in her arms. “Oh….sorry, darling. Was just introducing Binna to someone,” he giggled.  Smiling, you shook your head. “Well, sweet thing, it’s lunch time for you and Binna.” You laughed, turning back to heat a bottle for Binna. “Can….can I feed her, bunny?” He smiled, looking back at Binna, who was peacefully laying on the floor, dwaekki in her arms.``Of course , Bin. You don’t have to ask,” You smiled, testing the milk’s temperature on your wrist. “Okay, lemme grab our baby bun.” He smiled, walking away to grab her, cradling her in his arms. “Oooooh, there we go, all snug as a bug in daddy’s arms.” He cooed, walking into the kitchen.

Hearing Changbin’s footsteps approach you turned around, Binna’s bottle in hand. “Hi baby doll. Is my baby bun ready for lun-” you started, before seeing the dwaekki in her arms. Giggling, you stepped over to her, kissing her nose. “Did appa get you a dwaekki, hm? Do you love dwaekki?” You smiled, running a knuckle over her cheek. “ Our baby dwaekki with a little dwaekki, bunny,” Changbin giggled, gently laying a burping cloth over his shoulder and taking the bottle from your hand. Carefully, he ushered the nipple of the bottle into her mouth, as she quickly started to drink. “Aw, is my little bun hungry, hm,” he cooed, as she continued drinking, small hand uncurling slowly. “Bin, don’t forget to eat, honey.” You said, as you pushed a plate of food in front of him. “I know, bunny. Just have to finish feeding baby bun, first.” He smiled, looking up at you, as you ate. A few more minutes passed before Binna had finished drinking. Carefully setting the bottle down, he perched Binna on his shoulder, gently patting her back. “Burpies for Binna bear.” He giggled as she let a small burp out, before he gently brought her back against his chest.

There were always naps after eating.  So, Changbin carefully placed a pacifier in her mouth and plush dwaekki in her arms. Her big eyes slowly blinked, signaling she was ready for a nap. “Ooooh oh oh, is Binna bear ready for a nap?” He cooed, as you gently moved for your chair to sit next to him. “Let’s go have a nap in the living room, hm?” You asked, caressing his cheek, knowing he’d be tired after eating,too. Nodding his head, he carefully got up. “Mmmmm. Sounds good, bunny. “ He smiled, tiredly blinking his eyes and walking to the living room. 

He was definitely nap ready.

Laying on the couch, he cradled Binna to his chest with one arm, using the other to pull you closer to his side. “Thank you,bunny.” He smiled, shyly pecking your lips. “For what, Bin?” You wondered.You hadn’t done anything extraordinary. Shaking his head, he kissed Binna’s forehead. “For her, for loving me, choosing me to be with and have a family with,” He whispered, staring at you with love in his eyes. Reaching your hand up, you caressed his cheek. “Oh, Bin. You don’t have to thank me for anything. There is no one in this world that I would rather be with, love, or choose to have a family with.  The love I have for you is insurmountable.”You whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw, seeing how Binna had fallen asleep. “But, thank you for giving me her. Our precious bun.” You whispered, letting a yawn out and cuddling into him. Kissing the side of your head, he nodded. “ Our baby dwaekki.” He mumbled, cheek pressed to your head as you two fell asleep.

Oh how you loved these moments …you, Binnie and baby dweakki 

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[decadentpostnachos-evil-twin]

See a more or less short rendition of my experiences when I first read the acotar series (Three years ago?) beneath the cut. I purposefully misspelled some names, I don't feel like getting death threats from obsessive stans tonight. Bisou x

The funniest thing for me is that I started reading acotar spoiled and biased. I got the recommendation from TikTok, and everyone there was raving about Fey/sand and hating on Tamlin. So naturally, I started acotar being prepared to hate Tamlin and yearningly wait for Rice sand to make an appearance.

How the tables turned with that.

First of all, I was whipped for Lucien the moment he first appeared. (I have also been in the Eris corner ever since...2021? Or so, when there was literally one piece of writing for him and that was some headcanons. Anyway.)

Secondly, I folded for Tamlin too, against my expectations when hearing people say he was a nasty abuser and Rice sand is the feminist king. Like, I was prepared for Tamlin to be the biggest prick, and then he came along with lines like "I play a mean fiddle" or "I love you, thorns and all" and writing Limericks to help Feyrug learn to read, and he was fumbling so bad, it was just absolutely cute.

And when Rice sand made his first appearance, I was underwhelmed. At that point, I had only heard people sing praise about him and how perfect he is, and he was just the prick I expected Tamlin to be.

Utm was disgusting, and fundamented my dislike for Rice sand because he was giving Sex offender in the worst way possible.

Acomaf came along and I was kinda happy to have things "back to normal". And then everything went to shit, Tamlin was completely disregarded and vilified, as was Lucien. And Feyrug began sucking Rice sands dick. I was so disappointed, and I clung to any crumb of Lucien and Tamlin I could get, especially after the Summer Court debacle and the CoN whore thing, because that was just disgusting.

Acowar sold my soul to Eris, to the point of no return. I was an Eris girl before that, but after? Altered my brain chemistry. There's hardly anything he can do at this point to make me not like him. It also festered my hate for the Ic even more, and I began to really despise Feyrug too. I wanted to burn the book when Rice sand was resurrected, because I had hoped that he'd just stay dead atp.

Acofas was a train wreck and the only good things about it were the one appearance Eris and Lucien had each. The rest was either cringey or anger inducing, or both combined. My villain origin story.

Acosf... I hate how she treated Nesta. My girl deserves better fr. I despised Cassian's povs, except for the ones where Eris was present. (Duh) Once again, only a few good things about this book. Those being Eris, Lucien and the Valkyries. The pregnancy plotline sucks ass, and if I see one more Rice sand lover saying Eris is misogynistic for saying Morningan dresses like a slut while defending Rice sand for the shit he pulled with the pregnancy because "he just wanted to protect Feyrug" and still calling him feminist, I'm going to have an aneurism.

I went into this series biased. I literally hadn't even opened the first book and already thought Tamlin sucks and Rice sand is the greatest salvation. It was deeply ingrained in my mind before I even read the series. And even then, I came out hating Rice sand and his AA circle of life and loving everyone the popular narrative told me to hate. So no, I'm not delusional for liking the characters I do. People who blindly stan the Ic just lack reading comprehension or the will to think about what they are reading for more than five seconds because there's nothing more they want to know than the length of bad imitation Batman's cock.

[darksxder]

do something about it

pairing: fem! avatar reader x avatar jake sully

summary: jake heard you were a forward woman but you never seemed to pick up on his hints. so he decided to make it a little more obvious and pray to god you were as possessive as they said.

warnings: sexual tension like such a ridiculous amount, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), spit play and dom!reader x sub/switch!jake, jealousy, possessive behaviour, description of war and injuries, talk of paralysis

word count: 2k

a.n: my first post after a year would be a jake sully smut coded drabble. its very fitting fr. also requests are open!! please send one besties all my ideas are too long lmao

sdt: @tarrynightss , @sunnybeewriting & more for inspiring me to write for Avatar! Ya’ll are so talented it is scary fr!!! special mention:  @belle82devart for supporting me always :) ilysm words cannot explain!

Jake never thought he would beg to be on his knees for a woman.

There was something about being a marine that bolsters this macho bravado habit where you crave to see a woman bend to your will. Sure the military was not all about 40 degree folded corners and standing up straight around a superior. It was all about strength, dominance and discipline and with  how deep that was ingrained-that translated to the bedroom.

You could take someone out of the marines but they never leave the mindset.

There was always an urge to pleasure a woman with this dominance, the rough hands and firm thrusts of course, but always in the promise of reciprocated bliss.

This was not that.

The second Jake saw your avatar he was done for.

He would have begged on his knees to just see your pussy right then and there if Grace wasn’t there and if he had been robbed of what little self-restraint he still possessed. He swore he drooled the second you pranced out behind Grace that first day. Your hair swishing in tandem with your lean hips as you moved to greet him. The woven nature of your top of beads drawing his eyes down. The adrenaline was still so high. It was just minutes after waking up in a new body- a full body. After he ran out of the facility to the field and training areas, everything was a blur of green and blue.  

He still was revelling in feeling his legs again.

In running and the feeling of the wind whipping past him, the smell of the earth and the way he could scrunch his toes in it, even the feel of a nice deep stretch in his calves. It was magnificent, but the feeling of being given back function of his legs also gave way to new sensations he had missed. And when he saw you nearly march besides Grace, a smile on your face, and sweet welcomes in his ears he felt his hands shake. Your hair in intricate braids and expertly weaved into many waves that fell down your back with your one braid resting along your spine shone like ink in the sun. The light igniting your full figure, sweta glistening on your skin. Your eyes are as bright as your smile. He could smell the fruit Grace hurled at him, smell all of the plants and something sweet. He could hear everything, even if he was tuning you all out as he took in the feeling.  

The sweet scent cut through it all. It made his mouth salivate. He knew it was coming from you.

Grace had noticed his stare that day, and cornered him the next before a link.

“You don’t have much of a chance, marine.” He only scoffed, ignoring the sharp twist of hurt in his gut at her chastising expression as she sat on the edge of the link pod, leaning down.

“How would you know?” He said, shifting in the green gel of the bed on his elbows, face heating.

She only laughed, pushing off the case before shoving his right shoulder down hard, driving his body into the green glue like substance around him. Her crows feet deep as she gave him a mocking smile, eclipsing the light in the bio lab, face not too unkind.

“You would. She’s a very forward one. She makes the first move.”

It felt like more of an order than a bit of well meant advice. But he did not mind. And as the words met his human ears he felt them burn hot. His heart raced as the metal cage-like thing locked him in place.

It took him a full eight minutes for his heart rate to slow down to a normal pace, and for his mind to calm.

Truly it took him more than that. Maybe even 20 minutes before the images of you- shoving him on his knees, lips swollen and bitten, eyes glossy and scent sweet as you straddled him-meant to start rocking against his face left him.

Since then he made it his mission to get you to break.

He first tried jealousy as you trained together in the forest with the People. He flirted with Neytiri every chance he could get, her even playing along after some time but you never bite.

Next step was showing you an obvious submission. This plan took the form of him as he dropped to his knees to tie the harness around your thighs one rainy day before riding. A mumbled ‘let me help you’ was the only thing accompanying the action as his legs met damp earth and his big blue hands smoothed up the back of your thighs to reach the clasps. He had heard your breath hitching, and he had smirked. Smile facing the ground, almost wide enough to break his face. His nose tingled as he had smelled you, taking in a deep inhale as his fingers crept up your inner thighs. He felt a slight brush against his ears. Felt the flutter of the still wind as you moved your hand.

He wanted you to pull his hair. Grab a handful of his braids and yank him up to your level or throw him to the floor like he was nothing. He would be hard even just at the touch he knew,  even if it was a rejection. Because he was hard now.

But he saw you got it, saw you understood the meaning of the getsure as he leaned back on his haunches beneath you, head tilted up, hands and nose buzzing with the memory of you. It was the look you gave him as he looked up. A deep purple settling against the highest points of your cheeks, to the tips of your pointed ears, hair pulled back in a braid, wisps framing your lovely face. This would be it,  he thought. He twitched at the idea.

But your jaw only clenched, anger overtaking your expression for a second until it dimmed to neutral. Indifferent,  and his heart dropped to his ass.

“Nice try, Marine.”

And he stepped to his feet, wobbling just slightly. But you were already moving out of his space, hands wringing as he watched your figure fall away to the long lively plants and trees surrounding both of you.

Hours of training with you and Neytiri in the village turned into months of trying again in between skills acquisitions.

You never broke, not once.

He wouldn't have it.

If Jake Sully was anything, it was not a quitter.

Your first official hunt was the biggest thing in your pathway to joining the Omaticaya people and you were to be ready by midday. The early chirps of wildlife roused you early after linking,  as you stepped from the avatar sleeping station, seeing Jake’s bed was empty. He must have stayed in the villages. And he did, as you saw him when you met the outskirts of the village. In the clearing there was a large group of would-be hunters, all marking themselves up with war paint. Your heart leapt at the sight, chest bubbling the excitement of it all. You rushed over, loincloth tangling in between your legs with your haste as you saw the rainbow of crushed dyes and pastes around the middle, perched on a fallen tree. You went to search for your signature colour, the deep colour that matched your ikran’s most vital colourings. Only to find it gone, its usual spot empty.

Heart sinking, you turned at the sound of Neytiri's laugh. “What, I look funny?” Jake called, one hand stained rusty orange red. His colour.

And the other… oh my god-.

Neytiri met your eyes, smiling harder than you have ever seen before. She knew the meaning. He didn’t. He couldn't have. She wouldn't have told him.

He was- OH MY GOD.

You didn't even remember rushing to them, eyes only locked on his full figure. His abs rippling and muscles strained as he aimed to reach behind his back, which was turned to you. Neytiri said something to the others with a kind hand to his shoulder. What she said you were not sure but they all filled out pretty quickly after it, looks ranging from mischief to alarm.  

Your heart raced as you watched this man. This beautiful stupid man smears the colour all over his face. Something deep within your gut pulled you forward, swooping hard enough to shock you all at the sight. Your hands stretched out as his ears twitched, a smile still on his face as he turned to you. All confusion in his eyes at the lack of people until he registered it was you. The smile swapped for his signature irritating smirk.

“That’s my colour.”

“Yeah. Gonna do something about it?”

Your stomach flipped, dipping low. A huff of air-all that was left in your lungs mixed with a shocked noise fell from your parted lips.

He was still smirking and you slid up to stand taller, shoulders back and head tilting-calculating. Beads in your hair clinking whispers in your twitching ears. Revelling in the flicker of his tail behind him. The shift in his eyes, from cocky to nervous, unsure.

“Yes, I think I will.” And you were fully beside him, close enough to feel his heat.

He was so large. So broad, it startled you every time. Your hands grabbed the wooden bowl filled with the crushed-up herbs and berries of your signature colour. His face dropped, going to take a step back, to backtrack as if he had offended you. As if you had rejected him, his last advance.

But your hands just dipped into the cool slush, smoothing it out with the warmth of your body between fingertips and saddling up to him.

Eywa, he was perfect. Heart beating like a drum against your rib cage, your nose delighting in his signature musky warm scent-like pine and military grade soap.

You placed your hands on his chest. The muscle firm beneath your hands, flexing under your touch. Your lips tilted up, smiling and smirking in tandem as he watched you. His lips parted, double sets of canines poking out.

You wanted to lick them with the tip of your tongue. Prick it against the sharp pearls and bleed, smoothing the taste of metal inside his mouth as you kissed him deeply, marking him. That thought was enough for your knees to grow weak, body pressing your weight into your hands. Your breasts pressed against your arms, forearms bare against his lithe sternum. Eyes met his as you slowly dragged your hands down.

A gasp left his lips, his yellow-green eyes nearly rolling back in his head as your thin fingers trailed down from the clear formed handprints against his pecs, sliding down to his abdomen, the paint drying as you went.

His body involuntarily shuddered as he reached to grab at you. The next thing he knew your wet right hand was wrapped gently around his throat. Windpipe secure in your grip. You held his adam's apple in your hand and you wished to feel it bob. You wished to see him fall to his knees.

Wanted to see him lean in and kiss you. But you knew enough to know that he had placed the reins very firmly in your hands.

So you gripped just slightly, core fluttering at the slick noise the wet paint made as it spread and at his accompanied gasp. The warm forest air against your face burns hotter with your blush as you squeeze just a little harder. Moving him back to have his back against a tree.

You had a picture in your mind of spitting in his mouth then, of tugging his mouth open with your thumb, kicking his legs apart as you made yourself in between them, making him bend further to you, watching his pink tongue loll out in wait for any part of you.

The deep throb at the idea was almost painful with its force and you grimaced. Jake’s subsequent chuckle at your expression had your heartbeat racing as you pressed yoru chet to his, his other hand trapped in between you.

He just smiled.

“You wear my colour well. But I rather see your skin bare. You hear me?” And he nods. Hard, fast and his adam’s apple rubs against your palm. Thankfully a handful of the back of his braid and a quick tug stopped his coming laugh as his lips met yours in a crash. Warm, wet, and beautiful as his lips moved in sync with yours. You led him to lean halfway down with your grip on his throat, on his queue. You possessed all of him now. In this moment and all those next.

He knew it and so did you.

With a harsh tug of his head to the right his neck stretched towards you and you licked a hot line up his throat to his jaw, kissing and nipping hard as you went. His knees nearly collapsed as he gripped the oak behind him, nails digging into the barc, his eyes squeezed closed.

Your lips were petal soft, tickling his ear as you leaned in. “You’re mine. Say it.”

You pulled back just slightly to meet his eyeline, his pupils blown wide and half lidded, in a  haze and only you could put him there. He was still trapped against you and the tree, his throat hot in your hand as he met your look.

“I’m yours.”

He was breathless, truly breathless and pathetic. And you loved him at this moment. Him  struck dumb at your words, and the way you handled him.

“I'm all yours, baby.”

[grapenamjams]

Captain Price with a recovering reader

Part two of: scenarios with a fatally injured reader

Warnings: Medical environment, mention of injury

A/n: I need more captain price in my life fr

…

“No internal injury’s, no infection and your vitals look good considering the amount of blood you lost.” The doctor who John rushed to get to check you the second you woke up, says while looking at their computer before looking back at you with a pleasant smile

“All you need to focus on is to not pull your stitches out. Other than that you are on your way to a quick recovery and leave here soon.” They finish, as they write something on their clipboard

“Thanks doctor” Johns gruff voice sound from his spot beside your bed, arms crossed over his chest. his voice and posture adding to his guarded serious expression that makes the medical profesional shift nervously

“O-of course” their eyes shift between you two and you offer a smile “yes, thank you for everything”

they smile slightly “well I’ll let you two alone for now… call me if you need me” they say quickly as you node watching them leave

“I don’t know if you are happy or angry to see me, with that expression John.” Your gaze falls back on the seeming brooding man beside you

“try both” he grunts out. his eyes run over your face “I’m relieved you woke up. I haven’t been able to do anything else but to…” he lets out a frustrated breath uncrossing his arms

“But what the bloody hell were you thinking taking a dagger for me huh?” His voice was authoritative and gruff but you could hear the worry in it with the slight quiver

“I…I could have lost you, you know that? You’d be gone. And for what? Just so that I could live?”

“If it had come to that yes. John I would have wanted to you to live, thats why I did it” you state matching his tone

“Without you?” His voice rings in the room. His eyes staring at you, kind truthful eyes that were welling up with tears you know he wouldn’t shed in-front of you

“That wouldn’t be living darling…” he breathes out shaking his head looking down at his hands, having that nightmarish sight still ingrained in his mind.

“I’ve lost many people around me. But you” his gaze locks with yours “if I lost you I’d…I’d be lost [name]. That would be it” he grabs your hand in both of his hands bringing it to his lips

“I’m the one that should protect you, not the other way around, alright?”

You place your other hand on top of his “John, I don’t want to lose you either. It’s not all up to you. When we say we are together that means we are together. Taking care and protecting each other. So don’t ask me not too because I won’t listen, even if you’re a captain” you give him a smile

His eyes widen a bit seeing a retort forming in his mind but instead he relinquishes with a node and slight smile breaking the seriousness on his face “alright, you’re right. could never bargain with you could I?”

Shaking you’re head you open your arms to him “come here”

He wraps you in his large arms cradling the back of your head pressing you against him finally feeling whole again with your warmth against him

Having to remember to lessen his hold on you “careful, your stitches”

You hold him tighter “I don’t care they can stich me up again”

He chuckles against you “such a stubborn women you are”

“And yet You still love me” you mumble against him breathing him in

John pulls back to cup your chin between his fingers “that I do” he says before guiding your lips to his

[jamiscrazy4krerdly]

YO I ALREADY HAD A POST PLANNED FOR TODAY BUT MY FRIEND @sleepylee.arts (ON INSTAGRAM) JUST FINISHED MY KRERDLY COMMISSION AND IM SO FRICKING HAPPY SO YEAH YALL GET TO SEE

FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH y’all should literally commission him right fucking now tbh like hello?? They not even part of the fandom and yet here they are keeping it the FUCK ALIVE!! (By “it” I mean me, if I was a skeleton he’d be a necromancer fr)

I asked for permission to post this for anyone curious btw! They (@sleepylee.arts on instagram) doesn’t use Tumblr but if they did I’d be reblogging the HELL out of their post. One-thousand percentile. òvó

Did I mention it’s @sleepylee.arts on Insta? Well in case you missed it it’s @sleepylee.arts on Insta who drew this fucking masterpiece. Ingrain it in your mind!!

Y’all I can’t even come close to reenacting the joy I felt when I saw it for the first time so I’m just going to show you all our (me and @sleepylee.arts) conversation. Click on them to see the full images methinks.

ANYWAY YEAH @sleepylee.arts on INSTAGRAM!! THE SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM INSTAGRAM!! Be gentle he doesn’t actually have a commission card yet. 3: Btw they use any pronouns if ur curious.

“Who uses any pronouns?” @sleepylee.arts !!!!! ON INSTAGRAM! WOO!!

Eff it I’m just going to leave an actual link to their account lmao.

https://instagram.com/sleepylee.arts?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

[celestie0]

the porn addictions of anime fans is so widespread it’s so sad. I do believe that reading fanfiction counts as “real” reading in some cases (like your writing for instance! we already know the characters, but you have the skill to give them depth beyond what we already know about them), however I feel like it’s been ingrained into a lot of our minds that any kind of reading is good for our brains, but when we read to get the same sexual stimulation that one would get from watching porn, you just get immediate satisfaction and start to crave more and need kinkier things to feel fulfilled. the same issue is evident on booktok with these overproduced smut-filled romance books that promote unhealthy sexual relationships. smut is fun and is great in moderation, but please guys i beggggggg you to read more than smut (and honestly more than fanfiction too) im really glad to see other people feel this way too, it gets overwhelming looking up character x reader and it being overfilled with smut :( sometimes a girl just wants to read about going on a nice date with her anime boyfriend not about getting railed to the point of passing out 😭

but when we read to get the same sexual stimulation that one would get from watching porn, you just get immediate satisfaction and start to crave more and need kinkier things to feel fulfilled

yaaa that's very interesting. i agree though like i think all reading is reading, even if it's fanfiction, esp in this day n age where we're very used to instant gratification forms of media. like to be able to sit down and read sumn for thirty mins at a time, no matter the content, i think counts as time spent focusing and good for the brain. but sex n arousal are also very powerful to the brain, and over consumption regardless of the form i'd imagine can have negative effects. i think it's different reading lots of smut vs something angsty or fluffy etc

oh god i hear you about the booktok books. as a heavy contemporary romance lover, soooo many of the books from booktok are so ass. it hurts my soul to see fr.

thanks u for your kind words n support bb <33

[kerizaret]

HIIII OMG TYSM FOR THE TAGS AND THE REBOLGS!!!! ASDKHASDGKSA YOURE GOING TO KILL ME AT SOME POINT/j/silly

no but like fr getting this appreciation is amazing and i dont think ive ever felt this great about my own art but FROM YOU OF ALL PEOPLE THATS CRAZY!!!!! I LOVE YOUR ART AND YOUR STORIES SO MUCH I CANR BELIEVE YOURE REBLOGGING MY STUFF/pos

OFCC it's deserved!! I reaaaallly love your ideas and it's fun to see them take shape 🙏🙏 the nenekasa comic especially is forever ingrained in my mind I think about it so much 😭🙏

Keep developing your art bc you're already doing so well! Love your style!

And thank you!! It's very flattering to hear you think so highly of my art 🥺🫶

[thedamnlesbian]

Stupid Valorant pronoun/sexuality hcs that nobody asked for :D

These are headcanons, you don’t have to agree ^^!

(Warning, This is me getting used to the whole layout thing + I hc almost the entire cast as Polyamorous)

Brimstone - He/they - I have no clue what his sexuality would be - This man is a he/they in a “I use he/him but people can use they/them on me” sort of way

Omen - Any pronouns(including neos/xenos) - Polyamorous queer - I feel like Omen wouldn’t really care about what people call them, she has her likes and dislikes, but isn’t really concerned about his gender

Viper - She/it/they - Polyamorous Aroflux Lesbian - Librafeminine - Okay. This might be purely projections but I’m a firm believer that Chamber and Viper are more queer platonic partners than romantic partners, again, I might be projecting as I am aroflux myself but let me have this

Raze - She/they/art/ze/boom - Lesbian - RAZE IS A LESBIAN. NANOBOMB LESBIANS REA

Cypher - He/it - Polyamorous Bisexual - Trans man - This man is a bisexual. There’s no denying it. (+BONUS!!! Nora - She/they - Trans woman - Bisexual - I NEED MORE NORA HCS. AMIR AND NORA T4T FR!!)

Sage - She/they - Polyamorous Lesbian - Sage doesn’t look like a man liker I’m sorry(also might just be me projecting)

Sova - He/it/hush/owl - Polyamorous Gay - Trans man - Right so the neo pronouns are most definitely projections AHA . I love Sova so much he’s such a silly guy (I ship him with almost the entire masc valorant cast I shit you not)

Phoenix - He/they - Polyamorous Bisexual - I. I have no explanation for this. There is no way Phoenix is straight .

Jett - She/they - Polyamorous Pansexual - I ALSO HAVE NO EXPLANATION FOR THIS The entire valorant thing is gay as hell 

Breach - He/it/flair - Queer - Trans masc - This guy’s gender is screaming.

Reyna - It/she/eye - Polyamorous Lesbian - REYNA IS A WOMAN LIKER !!!!!! SHE KISSES WOMAN !!!! I’M SAGE I WOULD KNOW !!!!!!!

Killjoy - they/It/xe/ze/she/bot/bit/robo/robot/nano/sys/com/tech/pix/pixel/exe/dot - Lesbian - Pangender - I’m so getting yelled at for this one . LISTEN. THERE IS NO WAY THE TECH LESBIAN IS CIS. IM SORRY BUT IM NOT SORRY . KJ’S GENDER IS ROBOTS.

Skye - She/they - Ambiamorous either Bi or Pansexual - Skye is so silly, idk if she’s bi or pan, but she swings both ways 

Yoru - He/they/it - Polyamorous Bisexual - When I was first learning the game and didn’t know the names of the characters I called Yoru ‘the bisexual’, and that has been so ingrained into my mind that whenever I panic and can’t speak properly I go “AH THERE’S A BISEXUAL-”

Astra - They/she/star - Lesbian - Listen I know that Galaxsea is great but I love Astra, Skye and Harbour as a gay/bi/lesbian trio, also because I love to think of their dynamic as a siblings

KAY/O - He/It/They/Bot/Toaster - no romance - I feel like he wouldn’t describe himself as aro/ace? Mainly because he doesn’t care. The neo pronouns were given to it by KJ as a joke, but the neos ended up sticking

Chamber - He/it/gold - Polyamorous Pansexual - They guy is so desperate he will try anyone. Honestly the guy just wants to be loved but at the same time is terrified of commitment

Neon - She/they/shock - Pansexual - Neon likes everyone, I don’t make the rules(but I do)

Fade - She/they/dae - Ambiamorous Lesbian(or omni fem lean idk) - Fade kisses Viper all the time fr(Fearbite real)

Harbor - He/it - Polyamorous Gay - HE KISSES MEN !!!!!!! You cannot look at this man and tell me he doesn’t kiss men on a daily basis

Gekko - He/him - Bisexual - This dude swings both ways !! He’s definitely screamed to Reyna about his crushes :3

[magici-if]

Martin zoning out is so sad 😭 he's fr a sad wet cat 😔, but would any of the Ro's fight back to gain Mc's affection again? (Beaides dem, of course, seeing as her way would be gift giving) what if they realize their attempts are actually working?

a sad wet cat is so accurate for Martin lmfao (referring to this post)

i wrote a whole papyrus for echo cus I was like “hear me out-” as legit NO ONE agreed w me that Echo would try to regain MCs affection. idc my friends don't know her like i do

(everyone is here, i just changed the order)

Would give up/respect MC's wishes:

Dominic, Harley, Martin

Dominic is very passive in general (there's a joke somewhere), it's not that he wouldn't make the first move, but if MC moves on and says they don't have feelings for him anymore, he'll respect that and find ways to cope. It's ingrained in him: the thought that he can somehow change MC's mind or affect the outcome is 100% foreign to him.

She'd be devastated by it, but Harley would respect MC until the end and long for the moment her feelings would also fade away. What she wants most of all is to be with MC, and if that can't happen in a relationship, she'll take all she can get and be a good friend to them.

Martin is a gentleman: it would hurt him a lot, but he'd definitely give up on the whole situation and acknowledge that MC has moved on & he should too. Unlike Dominic, it's also a matter of insecurity for him. He feels that he lost his chance forever: he somehow made MC like him once, but that 'mistake' won't happen twice, in his mind.

Would try to regain MC's affection:

Demetra, Echo, Evander

As I said, Demetra would immediately activate and retrace all the steps that led to MC liking her. She would be very methodical about it, such as by getting MC the book they said they really wanted to read, watching the movie MC is obsessed with at the moment so they can talk about it, etc.

If she realised her attempts were working, she'd straight-up admit her feelings.

She'd have a blast if MC specifically asked her what she was doing, squinting their eyes at her. "Just trying to get you to like me again.", she'd very shamelessly answer. wink wink

If one could ghost someone irl, that's what Echo would do, at least in the beginning. Again, she'd mostly avoid MC, the thought of trying to regain their affection not even crossing her mind.

However, she would probably either 'slip up' and tell MC about her feelings in the heat of the moment, or decide to tell them to gain closure or get it off her chest. She may avoid MC in the beginning, but at the end of the day, she misses them and longs for their presence.

Once the cat's out the bag, her friends will have definitely succeeded in hyping her up to do this and that to regain MC's affection. After realising her attempts might be actually working (after a lot of convincing on her friends' part) she'd ask them out and confess her feelings...again.

A joint or a few shots beforehand, MC and Echo sitting on the grass, Echo with a paper in hand. She'd either read it out loud or pass it to MC, so they could read it while she'd hide her face in her arms.

And if MC was unhinged enough to read it out loud-

Evander would treat it like a huge joke to save face; but under all the humour, he'd hide his real feelings. He would firstly bring it up under the disguise of a funny one-liner; then go radio silent about it, and never mention it again after realising MC has moved on.

He would still try to regain their affection, though in his own special little way. He'd try to use his trademark jokes and tease MC a lot about everything, even the dumbest things. He would act like a caricature of himself, thinking that's what made MC like them in the first place, so he'd pump the Evanderness up to 100.

If he noticed his attempts to be working, he'd go back to the 'normal' Evander; he'd joke about liking MC and stop annoying them on purpose so much. He still wouldn't do anything too direct though, at most he'd sent 'ironic' pics of him holding a rose with his teeth (he thinks he's hilarious) and ask MC to hang out a lot.