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endless-ineffabilities · 11 months ago

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sapphire-hearted (part four)

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

Aemond is not one who shares those which he thinks belong to him. Including you, as you'll soon find out after an eventful little feast.

themes/warnings: jealous!Aemond, third and fourth parties (but not really), Aemond is a stubborn and possesive arse, drunk Aegon - huzzah!

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a/n: I can't believe it's been a year since I updated this fiery miniseries! Apologies if I couldn't tag everyone who asked from the previous chapter - taglist is now closed 💙

The necklace is perhaps the most beautiful piece of jewelry you've ever seen.

With an intricate interwoven chain of Valyrian steel, and a sapphire pendant inlaid in a burnt bronze frame that glowed dark green in some lights, the frame displaying carvings that resemble Vhagar's scales.

There is no question to it. Not an inkling of doubt.

This gift is from Aemond.

"You simply found this when you arrived?" you asked your lady-in-waiting, as you pick up the necklace from its velvet casing and study it against the faint firelight in your chambers.

"Yes, my lady," she responds promptly. "Shall I fasten it upon you before you depart for the King's feast?"

Your mind forms almost immediately, resolute in your decision. "No, it will not be of any use to me this night. You may keep it away in my boudoir."

The thought of it around your neck is a pleasant one, to be sure. It is such a thing of beauty, fit to be worn to a royal gathering. But what message might it signal to the others?

What purpose might it serve - especially to Aemond - that you wear something that symbolises him?

All while your companion is Ramsay, with whom you hope to be betrothed.

And while Alys is likely draped upon Aemond's arm. That slimy, bastard witch.

You will not give in, and give him what he wants.

The necklace is far from enough to make up for how he has wronged you, so it stays in your chambers, safely tucked away in its casing, not to be worn until Aemond sets things right.

If he ever will.

Ramsay arrives at your door soon enough, accompanied by two of Aegon's guards. The awe in his gaze as he takes you in is so evident, so pure in its apparent innocence. Unlike Aemond's, who would be undressing you with a single passing look.

Unlike Aemond's, who - despite his trangressions - looks at you like he would burn the entire Seven Kingdoms for your hand.

But he has relinquished your hand when he took that witch to bed.

"You look dashing as ever, my Lord," you curtsy in greeting, as Ramsay kisses your hand. He is clad in a tunic in House Beesbury's yellow and paly black, as you are wearing a gown in your own House's hues.

If not the necklace from Aemond, branding you as his, why not something of Beesbury? It would anger Aemond so, but you are feeling petulant. Why can't you take a jab at him after what he had done?

"And what a lovely sash you wear," you say, observing his attire. "Mayhaps I might display this on my person? Have it as a sort of attachment upon my skirts? I would be proud to have everyone at the feast know that we have come together."

"Of course! I would be honoured, my lady." He immediately relinquishes it, handing it to your lady-in-waiting, who then fastens it around your waist. The colour is striking in contrast. The piece of cloth surely will not go unnoticed.

You make your way through the Red Keep, your arm entwined with Ramsay's. Sounds of the revelry make themselves heard as you near Aegon's private dining hall.

As the guards open the doors, you hear your names announced. Almost all the attendees are already sat around the table. Aegon and his host of sycophants, particularly Lord Reyne and Lord Estermont. Helaena and her lady companions. Tyland Lannister and his betrothed. Even Ser Criston Cole, who has never been one to partake in merrymaking, usually standing guard in the corner. There are some others whose names escape you, as you find your seats - among the last ones which remain empty, right next to Aemond and Alys.

"Welcome, dear lovely guests, welcome!" Aegon walks over to you, already on his fifth or sixth goblet of firewine. "Please find your seats, have a drink - or seven drinks, preferably, and... oh! Isn't that something, my lady? Beesbury yellow?" Not giving mind to any boundaries, he toys with the sash tied around your waist.

Aemond twists around in his seat, catching sight of you for the first time.

His pupil dilates considerably, with a single glance at your face, then down to your décolletage... where the necklace is nought to be seen.

What he sees, raking over your figure, is that sickening shade of bright yellow. That Beesbury sash tainting the beauty of your gown.

Tainting the woman who is rightfully his.

His hand instinctively goes to the scabbard in his belt, though his sword remains in his chambers. It matters not, he can just as easily demand one from the Kingsguard.

Because the rat who calls himself Ramsay has surrendered any desire to stay alive.

"So... you here," Aegon guides you to your seat, with his arm loosely draped around your waist. "And you right there," he adds to Ramsay.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think the seating arrangement is accidental. But you know Aegon - he surely planned it to be Ramsay, you, Aemond and Alys beside each other.

Aemond openly stares at you as you settle down to his left.

"My Prince," Ramsay greets from your other side, "Lady Alys."

"Oh, it's just Alys, m'lord," she clarifies, unabashed. "I am no Lady. I am simply here at the behest of my dear Aemond."

"Prince Aemond is fortunate to have you as his companion, Alys," you smile sweetly, concealing any ire you might have. "As I am fortunate to have Lord Beesbury by my side."

Alys nods, raising her cup to you. To anyone, it's an innocent enough gesture, but you see her up close, and you see into the depths of the witch's gaze. She knows about you and Aemond, of course she does.

The attention of your companions are diverted, and Aemond wastes no time in leaning closer to you. He grips your thigh underneath the table, away from any prying eyes.

"My love," he purrs, "you never fail to take my breath away. Although I never thought you would sully yourself by wearing that. I trust you received my gift?"

You cross your legs so that his hand falls off, but it doesn't faze him. He simply finds purchase yet again, this time digging harder into your flesh. So warm, it almost feels as if your skirts do nothing to prevent his encroaching touch.

"Hmm, don't test me, now," he warns, lips curling back in annoyance. His tone is so deep you feel the heat pooling in your core.

"I could say the same to you," you counter. "Do not lay a hand on me, my prince. Especially not in the presence of my betrothed." You push his hand away, and he relents for the moment, reaching for his goblet and downing its contents in one angry swig.

"And by betrothed, you must mean that you have reconsidered my proposal and agree to be wed to me, your only love," he says, daring you to challenge him.

"You are mistaken, Aemond," you respond coolly. "I do appreciate the necklace. It is a marvel, indeed. But there is a reason why I don something of Lord Ramsay's instead of it. I am not yours. I feared the message it would send were I to wear the necklace to this feast."

"What message, my love? The truth? That you are mine and mine alone?"

"That is finished - "

"If you value Lord Beesbury's life by any small measure, you would not speak to me of such vile ideas. He will not have you, lest he wishes his head to no longer rest upon his shoulders."

"Resorting to threats now, are we?" you spit venomously. "You will not harm him. Or I swear to you on my mother's memory that I will never speak with you again."

That shuts him up. He exhales deeply, weighing your words, studying your expression. He wants to fight back and to call your bluff, but it is no use. His gaze is drawn down to your lips, and he moves closer just an inch, his own lips parted in longing and torment.

"Well, it seems we may have more cause for celebration!" Aegon bellows from the head of the table, with a grinning Ramsay standing by his side. You tear your attention away from Aemond, but he lingers on you, until his brother calls out for him. "Aemond! You must have known about this, dear brother, as I understand you and the lady have always been close."

The guests share glances, already assuming what the news might be, but none of them say a word for fear of their Prince Aemond.

"Iderēbagon aōha udra sȳrī, lēkia." Choose your words wisely, brother, Aemond warns him. The mood of the entire room shifts, as it inevitably does whenever Aemond speaks.

"Oh come now, none of that!" Aegon groans, drunk and unamused. Nothing will bring his spirits down, not even his far more intimidating younger brother. "These are happy news. Something about a successful betrothal, I hear?" he declares, nudging Ramsay to make the announcement.

Ramsay locks eyes with you, and you manage to give a stiff smile, aware of the simmering rage of the one seated beside you.

"Allow me," Aemond stands, raising his cup to the entire table.

"Even better," Aegon shrugs, "you have always been excellent at dinner proclamations, lēkia." Brother, he addresses Aemond, his own Valyrian disjointed and careless.

Aegon sits back down and raises his cup. A confused but still smiling Ramsay returns to sit next to you.

Ramsay hurriedly tells you, "I was hoping to share the news myself, my lady, but - "

"Do I not have your attention, Lord Beesbury?" Aemond interrupts.

"O-of course, you do, my prince," Ramsay stammers, reaching for his cup with shaky fingers. You take notice and place your hand atop his to provide comfort.

Someone else takes notice, unfortunately.

"A toast," Aemond voices clearly, and a hush falls over the room, "to a new betrothal."

"Hear, hear," Aegon responds, taking a sip of firewine and waving for the others to do the same.

But Aemond is not finished just yet. "We are not often afforded the privilege to marry for love, and that is what makes this union so exceptional."

You stiffen in your seat, dreading the next words that you know will come out of his mouth. For you know him so well. You know Aemond's design.

"It is an honour to take my love to be my wife," he raises his cup as he gestures to you, and you swear you could hear a pin drop in the deafening silence that ensued. "She is already the keeper of my heart, so the ceremony will only be a formality. But I shall take her as mine in every way that I can. In front of the old gods and the new."

You are unable to drop Aemond's gaze, unable to see the look of betrayal Ramsay is giving you.

"Hear, hear," Ser Criston offers, in an attempt to cut through the tension.

Aegon releases a fit of laughter, prompting his fawners to follow suit.

"Seven hells!" he exclaims. "More wine, more wine for all!"

Aemond rushes to you, pulling you out of your chair, not paying mind to anything or anyone else.

"Come with me," he commands, his fingers tight around your wrist.

You feel powerless as you let him herd you away from the table and out of the hall.

"Oh, would you look at them!" Aegon practically squeals, and calls after you, "It is customary for the bedding to be after the wedding, you two! But then again, who fucking cares?"

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skzdust · 7 months ago

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Going Dumb

SMUT--MINORS DNI

Sooooo me and @palindrome969 have been obsessed with mean dom Seungmin for a while and also I'm obsessed with vampires so this happened. Also heavily inspired by the song Going Dumb. Pali wrote a fic with this theme of Seungmin too, go read it here!!! It's really hot!

Summary: You've been hooking up with vampire Seungmin for far too long... but you always keep coming back.

Pairing: vampire!Kim Seungmin x afab reader

Includes: vampire sex, "slut", overstimulation, vampire Seungmin, blood/vampire feeding, kissing, "whore", "baby"

Word count: 1.2k

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,

@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst

Network:@mirohs-aurora-society

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You can feel when Seungmin’s fangs pop as you kiss him, a slight shift in his upper lip as the secondary teeth slide into place.

It’s a rare signal from the vampire. He’s usually one to string you along, to fuck you, use you, then leave before you’re awake. Seungmin’s a player, and you should probably stop responding so enthusiastically to his short, uninterested texts which usually consist of a time, a location, and nothing more.

But a vampire’s fangs only appear when they’re really hungry or turned on. Sex is the optimal time for a feeding. The saliva of a vampire increases a human’s sensitivity—and some say submission—and a freshly fed vampire has more strength, speed, and stamina.

You pull away. “Your fangs…”

Seungmin rolls his eyes. “It’s rude to comment on someone’s fangs.”

“But…”

Seungmin gives you a look before shutting you up with another kiss, more venomous than before. Your eyes flutter shut as his fangs brush against your teeth, and you moan.

“Keep that up and I’m gonna bite you.” He murmurs.

Your eyes open. “What?”

“I said—” He presses another harsh kiss to your lips. “I said I’m gonna bite you.”

Your pulse leaps. Seungmin laughs. “Someone’s excited.” He must be pretty horny to be paying such close attention to your blood pressure. “Does that turn you on? The thought of being a toy to be used by me in so many ways?”

“Yes,” You confess in a whimper. “Yes, Seungmin.”

“I won’t suck you dry.” He whispers. “I’ll just take a sip or two. It’ll make you feel so good when you’re coming on my cock… c’mon, baby, show me that pretty neck of yours.”

You know it’s a bad idea to let a vampire you regularly hook up with—any vampire, really—feed from you, but you’re just as turned on by the idea as Seungmin is. Still, you resist. “Fuck me first.”

“Excuse me?” Seungmin looks at you.

“Fuck me first… please.” You add at the end.

“Oh, baby.” Seungmin pushes you down into the hotel mattress. “I’ll fuck you when I want to… but take off those panties.”

You obey, keeping eye contact with him as you slide them off: one leg, then the other. You swallow, squirming slightly under him.

He wastes no time in pushing a thigh between your legs. You can’t help but grind against it, knowing you’re most likely making a mess on his dark pant leg but not even caring.

It’s as if he’s read your mind as he clicks his tongue—and maybe he has. “Making such a mess on my pants. Maybe I’ll punish you for that. Take your blood, then fuck you real good, make you forget your own name, every name but my own.”

Seungmin’s really good at dirty talk, and you push harder against his leg. He gives a low laugh as he moves it back, and you whine.

“Be a good little slut and tilt your head for me.”

You shake your head, your stomach full of butterflies. You like being a brat, but you know Seungmin’s punishment will be brutal, although you’re looking forward to that, too.

“Alright. You want me to fuck you, first? I’ll fuck you first.” He unzips his pants, slipping them off in a smooth motion. “I’ll fuck you till you can barely speak, and then I’ll feed, make you real brainless, and then then I’ll fuck you some more.”

You moan in agreement at this plan. You know Seungmin’s big, but he doesn’t bother to prepare you before he lines himself up with your hole, which you know is part of the punishment. His tip sinks inside you, and you moan deeper, the penetration blissful.

“Yeah, you like that?” He mumbles, adjusting himself before pushing all the way inside you in a sharp thrust. Your hips stutter up, and you cry out in pain-pleasure at his length.

As he begins to rock back and forth, though, the pain fully becomes pleasure. You can feel your eyes sliding shut, and Seungmin grabs your throat, squeezing just tightly enough that you can feel your heartbeat against his palm.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good, such a good little hole for me.” His voice is low as his thrusts get faster and faster. “So tight, you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

You nod, feeling his hand around your throat. It moves up, cupping the side of your face before tilting it to one side. “I’m gonna feed from you now.”

You don’t have it in you to resist any longer, and you willingly move with him. His lips find where your neck joins your shoulder, and he sucks a deep hickey into the skin before gently scraping it with his fangs. “You’re gonna taste so good.”

He bites, and you moan loudly at the pain, twitching around his cock. He doesn’t say anything as he pulls away and begins to suck, and your eyes roll back as it turns to pleasure. His tongue laps at your neck, and he groans as he continues to feed.

Finally, he pulls back, and it takes a moment, but you can feel your body almost alight as it grows more sensitive with the effects of his saliva. He licks the wound a few times, but you can feel a couple of trickles making their way down your neck. He pulls up the white blanket to dab at his mouth, staining it red, and you know the sheets below you will be stained, too. You idly wonder if the hotel will charge extra for that—if they’ll charge Seungmin extra for that—before the thoughts leave your head as Seungmin begins to move inside you again.

His hips snap back and forth, and your moan this time is broken. Seungmin’s made good on his promise; your mind blanks out, overwhelmed with pleasure. His hand comes down to your clit, and he begins to gently circle it. You clench around him, and he makes a strangled sort of sound. He begins to talk.

“Such a good little hole, taking me so well. So well behaved now that you’ve got a big cock inside you. You’re so easy to satisfy.”

You react to his words, your back arching.

“Yeah, such a slut. Such a little whore for me, so willing to let me bite you and fuck you. Maybe I’ll get you a pretty collar, mark you as my property, my little fucktoy to feed from and play with whenever I want.”

That sounds pretty good to you, some part of your fucked-out brain noting that it’s his first time indicating he wants anything long-term with you. You whine in agreement.

“You like that idea? Being my pet? My little fucktoy? You already are, baby.” His thrusts become more irregular, more desperate, and you can tell he’s approaching his climax. “I’m gonna keep you fucked dumb whenever I want.” His voice is breathier. “I’m gonna cum in you, baby.”

You pant and heave under him, unable to do anything but feel. You cum at the same time as he hilts himself inside you, and you can feel his seed filling you up as you ride out your orgasm.

You both pause for a moment, your breath syncing up, and Seungmin brushes a kiss against your temple.

He’s not even stopped for a minute before he begins to fuck you again.

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ghxstwrites · 5 months ago

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Christmas Lights

Pairing: Idol! Bangchan x Fem! Reader

Summary: It was yours and Christopher's first Christmas together and you just wanted to surprise him with a little early Christmas present.

WC: 1.1K

AU: Idol!Bangchan

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warning(s): Dom! Bangchan, Sub! Reader, nicknames (Channie, Angel, Baby) Bondage, Fingering(Fem! Receiving), Oral (Fem! Receiving), Swearing (like one word) - PLEASURE DOM BANGCHAN *we all cheer in unison*

A/N: Better late than never? Merry Christmas and Happy New Year @pali-writes-atiny-bit !! Surprise, it was me this entire time <3 As always thank you to my beta reader @bunnliix and @cafekitsune for the banners/dividers

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6:45pm: “I can’t wait for you to get home, I've spent all day decorating and I just know you’re gonna love it!”

6:46pm: “Oh yeah? Our first Christmas together in the new apartment and you’ve already turned it into Santa’s Workshop?”

6:47pm: “Maybe, oh! I also have one early present for you to unwrap, I put it in our room.”

Christmas is still a few weeks away but… there's a present waiting for him? In the 3 years you’d been together the two of you did activities with each other post holiday… This was new.

It was nearing 8:00pm as he drug himself through the door, practice had utterly exhausted him. He kicked off his shoes in the entryway before he’d noticed just how “Jolly” you’d made the living space.

The cabinets wrapped in bows like Christmas presents, the stocking you two had picked out hug below the TV and the Christmas tree all lit - wait. Chris walked over to notice the tree was up, but it wasn’t decorated?

Whatever, he was entirely too tired from his day to worry about what the Christmas tree looked like right now, he just wanted to shower and spend some time with you.

Upon walking into your shared bedroom, the lights were off which was another strange happening. You never go to bed this early, but before he had much time to think he looked up and saw it.

Well, you.

Sat on your knees in the bed, the only thing you had on was a big red bow, and you’d wrapped yourself in… Christmas Lig- Oh.

Chris flips the lights on to get a better look as the present on your shared bed and as your eyes meet his, you swear they were going to roll out on the floor.

“Merry - almost - Christmas, Channie,” you smiled ever so innocently at him.

“Y/N…,” he speaks, barely audible but his eyes visibly darken as he makes his way over to the bed.

Your eyes follow him as he makes his way across the room, and it still takes you by surprise when you find yourself pinned to the bed as Christopher leaves open mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone.

“C-chris,” is all you can manage as your eyes flutter shut.

“Was this my early Christmas present? Me coming home to find you all wrapped up and needy?” He murmurs against your skin.

He grabs the string of lights around your wrist, using them to pin your hands above your head as a wicked smile graces his features.

“Even did all the work for me like a good girl, how thoughtful,” he chuckles darkly as his hand reaches for the soft satin fabric covering your breast. “Merry Christmas, indeed baby.”

Chris trails soft kisses along your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth as he rolls the other between his pointer finger and thumb causing you to let out a soft moan. He smirks against the soft flesh as he pulls back, looking at your flushed face.

“What's the matter, Angel?” he coos at you in faux sympathy.

“I hope you didn’t expect me to play nice after coming home to this, did you?”

He stands up, noticing you’ve managed to wrap yourself quite well with the string lights he chuckles to himself, he chuckles to himself, grabbing the lights wrapped loosely around your wrist, he ties them to the slats in your headboard.

“Hmm, should I leave you like this?” He runs his hand up your inner thigh as he speaks, “or do I give you want you so clearly want?” He taps the visible wet spot forming in your underwear, causing you to whine.

“Please…,” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for, you just knew you needed him to do something, anything.

“Hmm? Please what?” he climbs on the bed, settling between your legs.

“Use your words, baby.”

He reaches out, his calloused fingers circling your wetness through your underwear, causing you to squirm.

“Please… please touch me,” you whimper out as your head falls back against the pillows, writhing against the covers.

“Tsk, such a cute little thing, begging for me.” He huffs out a laugh as he pulls your thin underwear to the side as he runs his finger through your wet folds. Your back arches off the bed, tugging roughly at the lights above you, as Christopher finally gives your friction where you’ve been craving it the most.

Your movements only egg him on, his movements spreading up as he watches your face contorted in pleasure. He slacks his jaw as he slips two of his rough fingers inside you, acting shocked.

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well baby,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh, “Think you can handle more, Angel?”

“Mhm…”

Chris smirks at you as he inserts a third finger, scissoring you open. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your heat.

“You’re so pretty like this, tied up and completely at my mercy.” He continues to press soft kisses to your thighs.

You feel the heat in your belly pool as your orgasm builds, your soft moans getting higher in pitch, causing the man between your legs to smirk, pulling his fingers out of you.

“N-No! Chris!” You whine, tugging at your restraints.

“Shh, angel, I’m not done…,” he murmurs as he leans in, his tongue darting out to taste you.

“O-oh, fuck…,” your mouth falls open in a moan, stars already dancing behind your eyelids.

He continues to lap at your folds, plunging his fingers back into your wet heat, as they work in tandem. You keep pulling at your restraints wanting nothing to tug at his hair, you look down at the dark haired man, only to be met with him staring back at you, innocently.

“I’m.. I'm close, please…,“ you plead with him, as the heat in your belly starts to rise again.

He moans against your core as he hears the words leave your mouth, adding a third finger curling them and hitting just the right spot as he sucks at your bundle of nerves.

The band in your belly snaps, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm crashes over you with a loud moan of his name. He hums against your core as he pulls back, smiling down at you.

He kisses his way up your body, before kissing you softly, tasting yourself on him.

“You did so well, baby,” he coos as he undoes the lights from around your wrist, massaging them slightly. “You should surprise me more often after work,” he chuckles softly.

As he helps you untangle from the string lights, he notices something off about the lights, as he holds up the end that’s meant to plug into the wall, laughing.

“I think we need new Christmas lights, Angel.”

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sulumuns-dootah · 1 year ago

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Celebrating Valentine's w/ Hades demons

A/N: First time writing Orias and babes, i'm kinda uncomfy with how childish i write him even tho it's his thing... It feels wrong. Not sure if i'll write for him more. Let me know what you think -.-'

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Characters: Leviathan, Barbatos, Foras, Glasyalabolas, Orias

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Leviathan

Leviathan doesn't feel like leaving the castle nor his chambers for that matter. A candlelit dinner with just the two of you has to do

The only people present are his servants that bring you your meal

Maybe you'll even get to watch a movie together, but don't expect exciting

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Foras

At first Foras doesn't know what to do or even how to celebrate, so he asks you to go on a walk with him

It still ends up being the best date you've been on in you entire life

You've spent multiple hours just talking about various topics and they just flew by

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Barbatos

Suntanning in the rose garden. No questions, just strip already!

If you're uncomfortable being naked, he'll borrow you some sheets, but don't expect them to stay on for long

When you get hungry, Barbatos will conjure up a basket full of food so you don't have to go inside even for a shot time

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Glasyalabolas

You get an invitation to one of the fanciest restaurants and walk into your bedroom only to find a really expensive and beautiful dress laid out on your bed

There's even a car prepared to pick you up and take you to the location

When you arrive, the hostess guides you to a VIP room only for youa nd your date

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Orias

Of course this age-self-consious demon wants to go to the playground

Whether you participate in palying with him or assume mroe of a parental sitting on a nearby bench, he doesn't really care

After a long day at the playground you two go home and eat some nuggies before Orias falls asleep in your lap while watching some cartoons

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb leviathan #whb foras #whb barbatos #whb glasyalabolas #whb orias

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a-shade-of-blue · 5 months ago

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New Vetted Gaza Fundraisers that reached out to me (27-30 December)

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tìsom | tsu'tey [nsfw]

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pairing: tsu'tey x human fem reader

word count: 5k words

warnings: [nsfw] human/na'vi relationship, oral sex (fem receiving), size difference, face sitting, heat cycles

summary: tìsom: [tI."som] P F n. heat

Tsu'tey is a strong mate; he is cautious, considerate, and protective, and he always provides for you.

And yet, human/Na'vi relationships come with a learning curve. That learning curve comes with surprises regarding certain biological urges

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“You must squeeze your thighs more, ma’yawne.”

“I’m trying,” You complain, shifting your weight on the back of the enormous direhorse. “I don’t think she likes me.”

Tsu’tey gestures pointedly at the spot where his queue is connected to the direhorse’s, linking them mentally. His tsaheylu is probably the only reason his direhorse hasn’t thrown you into the dirt by now.

“We are connected,” He points out to you, as if you’ve missed his meaning. “She could not dislike you.” Then he grins, the sharp points of his teeth poking out from beneath his lip. “More than likely, you are too little for her to feel on top of her.”

You roll your eyes, beginning to get irritated. This whole riding exercise had been his idea in the first place! You were perfectly content on the ground! It was pointless practice considering you wouldn’t be able to ride without Tsu’tey around, anyway.

“Come,” He says, and his hand lands heavily on your thigh, big and warm. “Squeeze your thighs. Show her you are there.”

It doesn’t matter how often he touches you; the feeling of his big hand spreading over you makes you feel so impossibly small. It’s such a heady feeling, and you bite back a grin instinctively. God, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to that. He’s being so touchy today, it’s driving you a little crazy.

This time, when you squeeze your thighs the animal beneath you responds by taking a few cautious steps forward. You let out a startled laugh, clutching at the direhorse’s neck and turning to give Tsu’tey an enormous grin.

“Oh shit, look! She’s moving!” You yelp.

Tsu’tey only hums in response, though he’s not doing a very good job at hiding the way his own mouth is twitching. It’s pretty obvious that the only reason the direhorse is moving at all is because Tsu’tey is guiding it through the tsaheylu, but you appreciate that he’s allowing you to take the credit for it anyway.

“You’re a natural, demon.” He says, the familiar old insult dripping with unmistakable fondness.

You perk up at the compliment, despite the fact that it’s really just Tsu’tey leading you around on the pal’i. You feel like a little kid going for a ponyride at a fair, but damn if it isn’t unexpectedly fun. You start to relax into the gentle sway of the direhorse’s gait, enjoying the weight of Tsu’tey’s hand on your thigh. It’s surprisingly peaceful, especially when Tsu’tey’s thick thumb strokes over your thigh like he just can’t help himself.

When the pal’i begins to step away from the clearing in the back of the village towards the forest, you shoot Tsu’tey a look with raised eyebrows.

He just smirks at your questioning expression, clearly amused. “You do not trust me?”

“I trust you.” You say immediately. “But your pal’i is barely tolerating me as is-”

“She is tolerating you just fine.” Tsu’tey interrupts you lazily, reaching up to stroke a broad hand over his pali’s neck.

There’s no argument you can think of for that, so you decide to just go along for the ride. It’s a beautiful afternoon, and it’s the first time in a while that Tsu’tey has managed to free himself up from the various duties that he usually performs for the clan. There’s a certain looseness to his shoulders that tells you he’s enjoying this just as much as you are, especially as his hands never stray from you once.

The forest is alive in the late afternoon sunshine. Ancient roots erupt out of the dirt and fan over the ground like hairs, and the moss that covers the trunks of the trees is such a deep green that it almost seems like paint pigment. Tsu’tey is careful to lead the direhorse around any tripping hazards, his hand on your thigh keeping you steady and safe on the direhorse’s back.

You hadn’t been lying when you told Tsu’tey that you trusted him. You’re content to go along with his little ride, resting your own smaller hand on top of his as he leads your mount along through the trees. Eventually, Tsu’tey leads the direhorse through the trees into a tiny copse of glowing flora.

“Wow.” You start to smile, lifting your head to gaze around at the phosphorescent fungi-like growths sprouting out of the ground and surrounding trees. It’s stunning, just like most of Pandora. The alien beauty of the planet still manages to steal your breath away sometimes, no matter how long you’ve been here.

You’re so distracted by the plants around you that you don’t notice Tsu’tey disconnecting his queue from the pal’i. When his hands land on your waist you let out a soft noise of surprise that’s cut off as he lifts you bodily from the back of the animal, swinging your legs around and placing you gently on your feet in front of him. He slaps his palm lightly against the direhorse’s rear, sending her careening into the forest to graze.

“I thought we would spend the afternoon outside the village.” He says once you’ve got your balance, and he reaches out to fiddle with your exo-mask to ensure it’s firmly attached to your face.

That sounds really nice. The Omaticaya encampment has become home to you, and the people are so gracious when it comes to accepting you considering what your kind has done to their planet, but sometimes the urge to just escape somewhere far from all the curious, prying eyes of the villagers.

When Tsu’tey lowers himself to the spongey moss floor of the forest, you’re quick to follow after him. It feels like laying on foam, and you end up rolling on your back and gazing up at the canopy of trees far above your head. You’re vaguely aware of Tsu’tey settling himself beside you, laying on his side so he can look down at you, but you’re distracted by the luminescent moss cushioning the ground where you lay.

“You’re staring at me.” You murmur, a smile tugging at your lips.

You don’t turn your head, but you can see Tsu’tey’s big golden eyes fixed on your face out of the corner of your eyes. His gaze feels like a physical weight pinning you in place, his tail undulating lazily in the air as he watches you.

“I am allowed to stare,” Tsu’tey’s smooth voice rumbles, sending a tiny little tremble running up your spine. “I am thinking.”

“Oh yeah?” You’re trying to sound as casual as possible, but you’re sure that you fall way short. “What are you thinking?”

Tsu’tey doesn’t speak immediately. He’s quiet long enough that you raise your head to look at him. Like this, his gaze is even more intense. His eyes drift from your face down to your shoulders, over your chest, down your hips, and then along the length of your legs.

The atmosphere on Pandora is humid and hot like the rainforests of Earth, and the heat had gotten to you in the last couple of days – you had abandoned the standard RDA-issued cargos and tank top in favour of one of the sun-dresses that you had brought with you from home. The little dress is impractical but pretty, a truly self-indulgent treat for yourself, and it certainly seems like Tsu’tey likes it too.

Eventually, his big eyes trail back up to your face and settle there. “I am thinking that I want you.”

Your cheeks heat, skin going prickly as you shift where you’re laying. Ah. That certainly explains the heat in his stare.

“You had me this morning,” You remind him, biting your lip as you grin at the memory.

His ears twitch, and his teeth flash as a matching grin grows across his face. “Yes. I remember.”

When his hand comes creeping across your stomach, you snort. The two of you have come a long way from your first meeting, when he had seen you as nothing more than an annoyance, a demon. It’s almost hard to believe that it’s the same man who is looking at you now, with his twitching ears and pupils blown wide.

You turn to look at him properly, but this time you note the way his tail is undulating across the soft grass and the way that the little bioluminescent dots scattered across his face and body are emitting a soft but insistent sort of glow. The expression on his face is… odd. His pupils are blown much wider than usual, and the way he’s watching you is eerily reminiscent of a predator. He’s always been intense, but this kind of a gaze is a bit much, even for him.

“What’s up with you?” You ask, laughing a little as you reach out to playfully grab at his twitching tail.

It’s something you’ve done plenty of times before – Tsu’tey is always so serious and austere, and it usually makes his stern veneer crack a little when you initiate such a playful move. He’ll usually snort and swat at your head, or roll his eyes and tug at you in return. However, that is not what happens this time.

When you wrap your fingers around the velvety soft, whip-like tail and tug, Tsu’tey’s head falls back as he lets out a groan that sounds as though it’s been punched out of him.

You whip your hand away at once, eyes growing huge. “Oh, god! I’m so sorry, did I hurt yo-”

The rest of your sentence is lost as the air whooshes out of your lungs – Tsu’tey’s entire big-ass body has just rolled over onto you, trapping you beneath his hot skin and big arms. He’s still careful to keep most of his weight off you, clearly conscious of crushing you, but the bulk of his body presses you right into the cushy moss beneath you. His face presses right into your throat, and you can feel his hot breath as he takes deep, snuffling inhales.

“Fuck.” He grunts, and despite your surprise you have to bite back a laugh. It’s always a little comical to hear him use human sayings that he’s clearly picked up from you.

“Fuck,” You echo back in agreement, still trying to catch your breath as he bears down on you. It’s as though he’s trying to press your bodies as tight together as he can manage. “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you?”

“Tìsom,” He groans, and you jolt as his big hands land on your thighs and he pulls you to meet his crotch.

The hardness there is unmistakable, his tiny tewng doing hardly anything to conceal it. He grinds against you, the movement and the pressure sending little zings of pleasure shooting right up into your lower belly.

“Tìsom,” You repeat, bewildered. You don’t know this word, and he doesn’t seem to be too fussed about explaining it to you.

“It started this morning,” He mumbles into your neck, his lips leaving wet trails across your skin as he takes a series of deep breaths. “It has gotten stronger through the day. I need you now, I wish to have you right here, my little mate.”

You still aren’t sure what he’s talking about, but when he humps up against you again you’re pretty quick to abandon your curiosity. He certainly had been horny this morning when he had rolled you over and fucked you right there in the bed, but that had been different. It had been softer, tinged with a hint of desperation but lacking any real urgency. This is different. This feels as though he’s trying to crawl right underneath your skin.

“Tsu’tey,” You gasp as his hands begin to ruck up the soft fabric of your sundress. Damn, you knew it was impractical to wear the damn thing, but you can’t bring yourself to regret it when he peels himself away from your throat so he can look down at you with fierce interest as he pulls the hem up around your waist.

He grunts softly at the sound of his name, his gaze swinging up towards your face. His eyes look a little glassy, but he focuses on your face and you see his pupils have blown so wide that all you can see of his iris is a thin golden ring around the edges.

“What is tìsom?” You ask, watching with widened eyes as he takes deep, snuffling breaths.

“Heat,” He grits out. “I am- I can smell you. I must-”

He pushes himself up onto his elbows and begins to shuffle down the length of your body, but you barely even notice his progress. Your mind has stuck on the first thing he had said; heat.

Surely that doesn’t mean what you think it means. Do the Na’vi have heat cycles? You haven’t heard anyone bring that up before. Good god, why has no one brought that up before? That seems like something you ought to know!

Your thoughts don’t get to spiral any further, because Tsu’tey’s big head pushes its way between your thighs. Your legs fall open to make room for him instinctively – it makes you feel like a wanton idiot, but then he’s nuzzling you right at the juncture of your thigh and suddenly it doesn’t matter anymore. Your thoughts are washed away by the feeling of his damp, hot breath against you.

He takes a soft, snuffling breath, then sighs out a little moan. “You smell so sweet, ma’tawtute.”

His teeth graze over the cotton of your panties, causing your spine to lock up at the sensation. That should definitely be embarrassing, you think. It certainly shouldn’t have you throbbing, tightening, hunching your shoulders.

“I don’t-”

With a purr, he wedges his nose between your thighs. You let out a short, startled shriek, and grab a handful of his braids. His tongue is so big, a swath of wet warmth that can lave over your whole mound and everything below it in one lick. In a few more licks your panties are soaked from both sides.

When you can't stand the feel of damp cloth on you anymore you push his nose away, just enough to let you lift your hips and drag the panties off and kick them aside.

He only barely allows you enough time to toss them aside before he’s pushing his head right back between your legs, his face pressing right up against you with a needy groan. His tongue pokes out yet again, but this time the rough, hot, wet texture is pressed right up against your bare flesh. The sensation is dizzying, and you lean your head backward, pillowed against the soft moss, looking up dizzily at the sun through the boughs of the trees. You rock your hips into the press of his tongue, feeling like you’re melting under it.

You had assumed, when he said heat and then rolled atop you, that he was about to spread your legs and pound you right into the ground. You certainly wouldn’t have been opposed to that, but Tsu’tey remains entirely preoccupied with his face buried against your pussy – he shows no sign of shifting at all.

He sucks on your clit, and when you tug at his hair he lets out a growl that reverberates against your core and has you clenching around nothing. His tongue quests lower, and you let out a pleasured little sigh as his tongue presses against your slit and then in – the texture of his tongue is rough and textured, and you squirm against his face as he licks at you with such enthusiasm that it leaves you reeling. You know that you’re wet from your own slick already, but Tsu’tey is messy as he slurps at you. His mouth leaves you sodden and dripping, the coarseness of his tongue leaving you gasping as his flat nose bumps and grinds against your clit.

Just then he tilts his head, searching for an angle that lets him slide his tongue deeper in. It's too big – at least, it ought to be too big, but it's hot and wet and thick and your body just wants that, wants him. Caught without any breath to moan, you reach down with both hands and spread your own swollen lips. He licks hard, growling into you, so you feel the sweet thrum of it right on your clit.

“Oh, fuck, oh yes,” You gasp out eagerly, lifting your head so that you can look down at him.

Though his head is still buried between your thighs, the rest of him is moving restlessly.

His hips roll insistently against the soft, spongey moss beneath him. His cock is hard and leaking, the bulbous tip of it glowing insistently as it glints with its sweet little bioluminescent dots. He grinds relentlessly against the soft, cushioned forest floor, grunting out soft little moans of appreciation right into your core.

The sight of him so lost in his own pleasure is both startling and impossibly arousing, and with a short sob you grab hold of his hair, clenching your fists into the roots of his braids. He growls once more, like it's an affirmation, as though he’s acknowledging your wordless noises of desperation.

But then, shockingly abruptly, he pulls his head back and shoves himself back up onto his elbows, looming over you.

“It is not enough.” He says, and you’re absolutely floored to hear the edge of a whine in his voice.

This is Tsu’tey, the proudest man and the fiercest warrior you’ve ever met. To see him like this, sweaty and pouting and frenzied as he humps the ground and tries to bury his whole fucking face inside you, is crazy.

“What do you-” You start to ask, but he seems to have gotten into the habit of interrupting you today.

His arms hook around your thighs, which had been splayed out over his biceps, and then in a move so fast that you’re not even sure how he manages it, he flips your positions. When you manage to reorient yourself, you find yourself perched on his stomach – he’s the one laying on his back against the moss now.

You start to grin. He may be acting strange (in heat! Your brain screams at you. Your big sexy alien is in heat!), but this position, at least, is familiar. You know how to take care of him like this. You reach to pull your dress over your head, tossing it to the side before looking back to him with a cheeky grin.

“Ah,” You say playfully, glancing over your shoulder before reaching back to grasp his cock where it’s laying proudly against his thigh. “You want me to ride you, big guy?”

Fuck, his cock is hard. It actually surprises you when you wrap your fingers around it – it feels like a goddamn lead pipe.

He lets out a punched out groan as his lip curls back over his teeth, tossing his head back against the moss as he hisses towards the sky. He looks almost feral, lost to his own arousal in a way you’ve never seen before. And yet, what he says next surprises you.

“In a way,” He grunts, his hips twitching as he humps his cock into your small grip. “Sit on my face.”

You still and blink, surprised. “What?”

It’s not that the request is shocking (you’ve never actually done that with him, but damn the request alone has jolts of electric excitement shooting up your spine), but the fact that he’s asking for this when his cock is swollen and oozing insistently against his belly is absolutely bizarre.

When you release your hold on his dick his hips hump into the air, as though seeking your touch. He looks so desperate – how could he turn down the chance for relief?

"Sit on my face." Tsu’tey repeats, overenunciating each word as though he were talking to someone especially stupid. There’s no way of misunderstanding him this time, and his ears are pressed back against his head as he awaits your response.

“But-” You start, glancing over your shoulder at his painful-looking erection.

His big hands land on your ass, and he uses his grip there to pull you so insistently that you slide right up to his chest. Fucking hell, he’s really insistent about this, and he’s so much bigger than you that manhandling seems to come easily to him.

Hesitantly, you shuffle forward until you’re hovering awkwardly over his face. Like this, naked and exposed as Tsu’tey’s hands continue to pressure at your ass, you feel more flustered than you’d like to admit. Especially considering the way that he’s staring up at you with wide-eyed, open-mouthed eagerness.

“What if I smother you?” You ask, cheeks hot with embarrassment. God, you don’t think you’d be able to live that down.

“I would be proud to meet such a fate.” He grunts, his hands kneading and squeezing at the soft flesh of your ass like a goddamn cat.

“Fucking hell.” You mutter, but you can’t stop yourself from letting out a soft, breathless laugh.

His impatient eagerness is wearing away at your hesitance, and the next time he tugs at your hips, you allow yourself to be manoeuvred so that you’re lowering yourself over his face. When he purses his lips and blows on your exposed, wet sex, it nearly causes you to overbalance in surprise.

"Oh!"

"Come," He presses a sloppy kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Let me taste.”

He wraps his forearms around your waist and pulls you down firmly. As soon as you’re settled over his mouth, he starts licking immediately, and you're utterly stunned by the wave of heat that flows through your belly. You have to stick out a hand to grab at his shoulder just to stay upright, your upper body curling over as your hips rock reflexively against the hot, wet heat of his mouth.

"Oh, shit." You blurt, a little overwhelmed as he licks and sucks at you with a single-minded determination that has your thighs trembling around his face in minutes.

Judging by the pleased little gasps he keeps letting out against you, he doesn’t want to be anywhere else right now. His big hands wrap around your thighs, the size of them making you feel so tiny in comparison as he encourages you to squeeze your thighs around his head.

It doesn't take long before you’re grinding against his face, chasing his tongue against your clit. His mouth is so overwhelmingly hot, so wide and all-encompassing as he sucks at you, and his tongue is so wet and coarse as it rasps against your swollen, sensitive pussy.

You might have been embarrassed about the way you’re humping against his mouth if it weren't for the way that your rocking against his face earns you a soft, hungry whimper from him as he wraps his arms around your back and encourages you to ride his face harder. Your hairline is damp with sweat. You wonder if his tìsom is contagious – it feels like you’re boiling from the inside out.

One of your hands drops down to tangle in his braids, already all messed up from your earlier tugging, and a hard suck to your clit has you jerking over his face, accidentally yanking at the fistful of hair in your hand. You’re not expecting the way he gasps, or the way his hips thrust into the air behind you.

"Oh fuck," You gasp. "Do you like doing this that much? Are you- can you breathe? Will you tell me if you-"

Tsu’tey makes an impatient sort of sound before tilting his head back from his position between your legs. His chest is heaving, and his brow glitters with sweat — he looks ethereally beautiful, and you’re stuck for a moment about how damn lucky you are.

“Ma’tawtute, the tìsom will rage until I have satisfied my urges,” He says on a sigh, the proud slope of his brow all furrowed with need. “Allow me to satisfy myself with my mate.”

Well, fuck. How could you ever deny him that?

"Yeah," You choke, your eyes fixed on his mouth; it's swollen red and shiny, and you can't stop looking at it as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “Okay. Please, then-”

You don’t need to finish your request. As usual, he reads you without you ever having to say a goddamn thing.

He just grins, wild and unrestrained and looking truly fucking feral, before ducking his head back to start licking eagerly at you all over again. Your breathing is embarrassingly heavy at this stage, but even worse than that are the whimpers that you can't quite keep from spilling over. When your hand clenches and tugs at his hair, he lets out a pleased moan that vibrates right up into your core.

This time when he digs his long fingers into the soft meatiness of your thighs and encourages you to rock against his face, you do so without question. You’re rewarded with a throaty, whiney hiss, and his hips thrust sharply up into the air when you grind your clit down into his waiting tongue.

You can hear the slap of his cock against his belly as he humps the air, and you gasp at the sheer sensation of it all. It feels as though your nerves have been set alight.

"Fuck," You whisper, grinding down on his tongue. "I- there-! Shit, Tsu’tey, I-"

You’re really not making all that much sense, but he seems to like your flustered desperation because his hips continue to thrust lazily as he dry humps the air. That just isn't enough for him, apparently, because he releases one of your thighs as his right hand snakes down so he can touch himself while he eats you out.

The slick sounds of him working his cock are mostly drowned out by the soft, breathy moans he keeps making into your pussy every time he licks into you. His stomach keeps tensing as his hips flex, throaty hisses muffled by you and the way you’re rocking into his mouth.

When Tsu’tey had told you to sit on his face, you hadn't actually thought he would get anything out of it. Perhaps that's why watching him fall apart between your legs is so compelling, and it's causing the sweet, hot tension in your lower belly to coil tighter and tighter until you’re a trembling wreck, ready to shatter apart.

“Oh,” You breathe, your eyes squeezing shut as you clutch at his hair and gasp. “I’m- I’m going to-”

“Yes,” He snarls, still muffled between your legs. “Do it, so sweet, let me taste-”

You’re not the only one close to release – you can tell by the way his hips are bucking, the way that animalistic little growls are tearing their way out of his chest, how fast and rough his fist is pumping at the swollen length of his cock.

When his tongue dips into your folds and locates your clit with absolute precision, your back arches as you come with a little scream.

You grab at his hair to try and keep his head in place, but he doesn't slow at all as he continues to suckle at you through your orgasm. In fact, his one remaining hand actually clutches at your ass to encourage you to ride it out on his face.

By the time the waves of your orgasm begin to ebb away, you’re shivering and bordering on the edge of overstimulation. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. Not when he’s suckling at the slickness of your release as though he can’t get enough of it, and not when his goddamn toes are curling into the glowing moss beneath you as he fucks his cock into his own fist.

The sight of him so lost in his own pleasure is both startling and impossibly arousing, and you let out a quiet little noise of surprise as you watch the dots on his cock flicker right as the head pulses. Then he’s growling, his chest rumbling with the force of it as his release erupts from him, ropes of creamy cum spurting onto his belly.

Finally, you pull away from his face, falling back onto his chest with a wheezy gasp. There are still aftershocks of pleasure rocking through you as you shiver; the two of you are sweat-slick and overheated, panting and gasping, but you savour the feeling of Tsu’tey’s naked skin against yours as you clumsily push yourself down so that you’re laying across his chest.

Still catching your breath, you reach out to cup his face fondly. “Oh fuck, look at you.”

When he raises his head, you’re greeted with the sight of his face slick and shiny from his own drool and your release. He’s so messy and his eyes are still blown wide, his ears twitching as his brow slackens into an expression of pleasure. The dots around his face are still glowing, but the intensity of it has dimmed for now.

Your own body goes slack against his, your masked face nestling into his shoulder. The cum on his belly squelches a little when you settle over him, and you can’t help the tired snicker that escapes you.

“So,” You mumble in an exhausted little drawl. “Are you satisfied, big guy?”

That gets you a laugh in response. It’s a rumbly sort of chuckle, and you enjoy the way his chest vibrates under yours. To your surprise, he doesn’t sound as tired as you might have expected. He’s caught his breath much faster than you have, despite the fact that he has significantly more reason than you to be winded.

“It is tìsom, foolish thing.” He murmurs, nuzzling his soft nose into your temple. You can feel him bear his teeth in a grin against your hair. “I will not be satisfied until it is done.”

That’s when you feel the hot, thick press of him against the sensitive, puffy flesh of your pussy. He’s still so hard, as though he had never come at all. Your heart skips, belly clenching in excitement.

Well. You were his little human mate, after all. If he needed help with his tìsom, his heat, of course you would help him out with it.

The swollen head of his cock catches against the slickness of your pussy, and you moan softly as he presses just slightly into you, just enough to tease you with the stretch of it.

It seems like you have a long night ahead of you.

#tsu'tey x reader #tsu'tey #tsu'tey fic #avatar #avatar way of water #atwow #na'vi x human #na'vi x reader #alien x human #alien x reader #terato #tsu'tey smut

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oh-for-fic-sake-library · 2 years ago

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Uno reverse this shit

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Summary: kylo refuses to fight crazy.

Warnings : swearing, shitpost, crack fic, threats of violence, small dog syndrom jedi style, no fucks were given

A/N: this isnt serious! I just wanted to play around with a funny crack fic drabble.

"Stupid little jedi you seek to fight me? I'll show you the power of the darkside;" kylo growled out as his old masters youngest prodigy stepped forward readying to fight without a weapon.

"You know what? Do it. Make my day" kylo frowned behinde his mask at that faltering for a second at the sincere angered words spat at him.

"W-what?" He asked confused by the lack of fear or anxiety. This girl was either incredibly stupid or just had a deathwish. He looked to luke, then rey who both seemed to grow more uncomfortable with the situation.

"I said do it hit me up motherfucker you and me, right now lets go!" The tiny woman spoke up still heading towards him.

"Y/n for the love of god stop antagonising him! He's the fucking supreme leader now?! What the fuck?!" Luke called out to the small enraged woman that was still stalking towards kylo unarmed.

"Id listen to your master little jedi, i will use the dark side of the force on you, torture you couldnt ever dream of;" he tried again to intimidate the small female but it didnt work she infact she began rolling up her sleeves.

"I hope the fuck you do. Because then when i use the force to rip your lungs out your asshole i wont look like the bitch" she snarled pointing at him threateningly. Okay, that was unexpected? Kylo really didnt know what to do now? She wasnt palying the part of jedi, infact she seemed worse then him? It frightened him a little bit.

"Yeah thats right I aint playing silly buggers. If you gonna be all dark side voodoo scary boy with a red glow stick ima be a the psycho bitch that fucks you up bare hands. Im gona uno reverse this shit" she uttered into the stunned silence. Though luke and rey seemed more embarrassed and disappointed then shocked by the threat.

"Did.... did she just threaten to rip my lungs out of my ass?" Kylo asked the other two hesitantly whislt pointing to the she devil glareing up at him with an unsettling look of convictionon her face. She was 100% serious. He really wasnt registering this situation at all and was completely shook.

"Yeah she can do it too.... We're still working on the whole... rage thing" rey uttered quietly rubbing the back of her neck whilst shrugging. Luke nodded in agreement.

"And i was the fucking problem?! Me?!" He screamed across the open space in an accusatory tone. Completely dumbfounded by the hypocrisy of it all. Luke did have the decency to look away sheepishly. Kylo then held his hands up muttering 'fuck this' and turning abandoning the battlefeild. He refused to fight crazy.

"Did i win? Wow that was easy" The small woman pondered outloud but kylo just wasnt getting involved. You were,luke and reys problem, not his.

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musings-of-a-rose · 4 years ago

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Light Me Up - Chapter 1

Pairing: Benjamin “Benny” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3977

Rating: M- Mature. 18+ ONLY! This chapter is E for everyone, but the story will turn to 18+ only in the next chapter.

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: Came up with this meet cute idea with @astoryisaloveaffair a while back and it just fits so well with Benny, whom I wanted to write for anyway. I just love him so much!

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There was no doubt about it - Benny loved being an uncle. And his favorite (even though you’re not supposed to have favorites) would be his niece, Paili Morales. 4 years old and she has him wrapped around her tiny finger.

So when he brings her to her friend Rosalie’s princess themed birthday party and she demands he dress up like a princess too, he puts on a dress and escorts her to the party.

Rosalie’s house is in a nice neighborhood, the kind with a fancy name but not gated. The kind where kids actually played with neighbors and you could ask to borrow sugar, literally. Benny pulls up to the house and hops out of the truck (Frankie refuses to let him drive Pali in his Jeep), walks around to open the side door and unbuckle Paili. He lifts her out of the truck and swings her around, Paili screaming with delight, before he sets her down, helping her smooth out her Rapunzel costume.

“Ready, P?”

She giggles “Uncle Benny! I’m not pee,” she continues laughing. He laughs with her and takes her hand, walking up to the front door. He knocks and a man answers, presumably the friend’s dad.

“Welcome-” the man’s face takes in Benny’s appearance and he tries to suppress a smile. “I’m Mark, Rosalie’s dad.” He sticks a hand out and Benny shakes it.

“Benny. I’m Paili’s uncle.”

“Hi Paili! Haven’t seen any Rapunzel’s yet! Come on in. Through the back doors - we’re all set up out there.” He gestures towards the back.

Benny and Paili make it out back and she drops his hand as she runs to Rosalie and the other friends who were already there, screaming and fawning over each other’s costumes. Benny laughs and looks around to see where to stash the present. He spots a table with gifts on it and heads over, adding theirs to the pile. He turns back around and takes note, for the third time, of all entrances and exits, people’s faces, the general setup of everything.

Some time passes and Paili asks Benny for a drink and some snacks. He heads over to the snack table and assembles a small plate for her, grabbing 2 juice boxes from the cooler. Paili joins him and they sit in some chairs while he holds the plate for her. She snacks contentedly, watching everyone as she and Benny both sip from their juices. She finishes and bounds off, running back to play with her friends.

Wanting more bbq chips, he turns to head to the snack table when he sees someone trying to cross the lawn with a few cases of drinks stacked up in their arms, so many that they can’t really see where they’re going. They’re obviously struggling to carry them so Benny heads over.

“Need some help?”

A muffled voice comes from behind the drinks “Yes, PLEASE!”

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Benny grabs most of the cases and turns before getting a look at the person holding them. He heads to the table and sets the drinks down. He turns to see if they need more help but you set the remaining cases on the table with a huff. You turn to thank him but your mouth freezes when you take in his appearance.

“How’d you get to be Elsa?”

“What?” Benny hadn’t heard a word you said as he was taking you in.

“Elsa. I’m never allowed to be Elsa.”

“I- oh. My, uh niece. She asks and I do.”

You chuckle. “Sounds about right. Who’s your niece?”

“Paili. She’s the Rapunzel.” He points her out in the group of kids laughing and playing.

“Who’s yours?” Benny asks.

“Oh no one is mine. I mean, I’m here alone - shit. I mean no one is with me.” You feel heat rising to your cheeks as you blunder through whatever that was.

Benny smiles and chuckles. “What?”

You take a breath. “I don’t have a kid. My niece is Rosalie, my brother’s daughter.”

“Oh ok! Your brother is..Mark, right?”

“Yeah that’s him.”

Benny nods, staring into your eyes and watching you fidget under his gaze.

“So you’re here alone, huh?” Benny asks.

You manage to bounce back. “Well, not all of us get escorted to parties by the Queen of Arendelle.”

Benny laughs loudly and you join in, noticing your brother gesturing between you and Benny out of the corner of your eye.

“The blue does bring out your eyes though.”

“Oh good. I was worried it wasn’t my color.”

A moment passes. “You look hot in that dress. I mean, it’s hot outside. You want a cold drink? These won’t be chilled for a bit.”

Benny smirks. “I’d love one. Lead the way.”

You finish tossing the drinks into the ice buckets and coolers and head back inside, Benny grabbing all of the empty boxes and plastic wrap from you to carry it. He tosses it in the giant trash bin they have set up for the party and yells to Paili he’ll be right back. She nods and continues playing.

He follows you inside but is surprised when you pass the crowded kitchen, heading towards the garage. You hold open the door for him and curtsy as he passes through, earning you another flash of that gorgeous smile. No one’s in the garage, so you head over to the fridge in the corner and open it, showing off a random assortment of drinks inside.

“I’d offer something with alcohol but I’m betting you’re the designated driver.”

“Yeah, she can get deep in her cups sometimes.”

You both laugh as you gesture to help himself. He leans close to you, pretending to look at the contents of the fridge while really gaging your reaction to his proximity. Fuck, he smells just as hot as he looks. How am I attracted to a grown man in an Elsa dress? Seeing you shift, he suppresses a smile and settles on a craft root beer and you copy him. He twists off the top and takes a sip.

“Damn. I haven’t had root beer in forever. That’s actually pretty good.” He turns the label to read it. “Never heard of this one before.”

You take a swig from your bottle. “Probably something bougie. Mark buys all the fancy organic stuff.”

You both take another sip and hear the sounds of the party muffled in the background.

“I’m Benny.” He sticks out a hand and you shake it, telling him your name.

You chat a little more and you find out he served in Delta Force and is still very close with his battle buddies. In fact, Paili is the daughter of his best friend, Frankie and his wife Monica. He tells you about his fighting, which answers the question you had on your mind of holy fuck why is he so built?

The door to the garage opens and Mark walks in.

“There you are, Sparks. Where are the extra plates?”

You feel your face burning at the nickname. “They’re under the main table.”

“Oh right. Thanks. We’re setting up for cake.” He winks at you, not so covertly as he thinks, as he leaves the garage, closing the door behind him. A few moments pass before -

“Sparks?”

You groan, feeling warm on your face. “I told him not to call me that in front of people.”

“I’m people now?”

“Yes you’re…people.”

Benny leans his lower back against a workbench and crosses his arms, causing his biceps to flex and stretch the dress dangerously. “The people need to know the story behind this.”

“I uh…we need to get out there for cake.” Could you be any more embarrassed?

You pass him to get to the door, trying not to drool over the muscles on display when he calls your name. You stop and turn to look at him, finding his ocean blue eyes staring into yours, with an almost puppy dog quality to them. Shit.

“Tell me the story over dinner?”

You try to act cool but instead you trip over yourself as you turn fully to face him and he reaches out and catches you easily. Could I melt through the earth now?

“I - I would love to.”

“Great!” Benny helps you stand upright and pulls his phone from somewhere and you exchange numbers. You both head back inside trying to hide eager smiles from each other as you head over to the cake table to sing happy birthday to Rosalie.

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Benny and Paili are the last ones to leave, Benny insisting on helping you all clean up and Paili not wanting to leave her friend. But the time comes to leave and even though she fights it, Paili lets Benny pick her up and she rests her head on his shoulders. You lead him through the house, opening the doors for him until you reach the truck. He gets Paili settled and closes the door, and you walk with him to the driver’s side. He leans in the truck and starts it, making sure the ac is on for Paili before standing back up and turning to face you.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” Benny asks.

You pretend to think. “I’ll have to check my schedule,” you pause for half a second. “Ok yup. I’m clear for dinner.”

Benny laughs. “Any allergies or foods you don’t like?”

“Wow. No one has ever asked me that question before… um well I’m not huge into seafood but if you are, there’s always chicken I can have. But that’s about it.”

Benny pretends to be shocked. “No seafood?”

“Nope. You can have all of mine.”

“Well now we have to get seafood.”

You both laugh and hear Paili yell Benny’s name.

“I better get her home before she flips and Frankie is calling me thinking I’m taking her to the bars.”

“Has that happened before?”

“Once or twice.” He winks at you and your insides melt.

“Oh - do you want to meet me at the restaurant or should I pick you up? Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

You think for a moment while studying his face. He seems trustworthy. “You can pick me up. I’ll text you my address.”

Benny nods and you agree for him to pick you up at 7:30pm. He gets in the truck and gives you another wink and waves goodbye as he pulls out of the driveway. You wave back and wait until he’s out of sight before turning to head back inside.

“Sparks. I’m going to kill him.”

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At 7:30pm on the dot, a knock raps on your door. You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing down your dress and heading to the door. You open it and Benny stands there in a blue button up shirt that matches his eyes and a pair of black dress pants.

“Evening, beautiful.” Benny fixes you with his deep blue eyes and your insides melt.

“You’re right on time. Must be that delta force timing,” you say, smiling up at him.

Benny blushes slightly. Is he trying to kill me? “Actually,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I’ve been waiting in your driveway for the last 20 minutes. I didn’t want to be late.”

“What? Benny, you should’ve knocked!”

“I didn’t want to interrupt you getting ready.” His eyes roam over your body before remembering you were watching. They snap back to yours.

“You can always interrupt me, Benny.”

He smiles at you. “Oh! I brought you this.” Where a normal date may bring flowers, Benny brought you a plant. Your eyes light up.

“A pothos? For me?”

He grabs the tag and looks at it. “Pothos. Yup.” He holds it out towards you. “I hope it’s ok?” He looks at you with a nervous expression.

“I LOVE it! No one has ever brought me a plant on a date before!” You squeak with delight as you take it from him.

“Come in for a sec while I set this down.”

Benny follows you inside, closing the door behind him. He glances around your home, taking in the bohemian, yet geeky feel. You had walked across the room and out onto the porch, putting the pothos on a particular shelf with no other plants around it. You come back inside and answer Benny’s questioning look. “Gotta keep new plants separated for a short bit to make sure it doesn’t have anything. Not that you’d bring me a sick plant! It’s just, sometimes it’s hard to see. I’ve lost a few good ones that way.”

He nods in understanding, smiling at you. You close the door and turn to face him. “How did you know I like plants?”

The blush creeps back on Benny’s face. “I uh.. I may have found your Instagram.”

Now it’s your turn to feel heat rising to your cheeks. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry you looked at that.” You put your hands on your cheeks trying to hide your face. Benny laughs. “No, I loved it. It’s a glimpse into your world.”

You think for a moment. “I suppose it is. Which is a scary thought, thinking about some people.” You both laugh and head back towards the front door. You slide your foot into one of your shoes and attempt to buckle it but start to fall over. Benny grabs you and you grab his arm back, squeezing his bicep involuntarily.

“Oh -I uh, thanks.” I think my face is literally on fire.

“No worries. Why don’t you just hold onto me while you put your shoes on?” Benny links your arm around his, placing your hand on the inner part of his bicep and pats your hand.

“Th-Thanks.” You finish putting on your shoes and grab your bag, heading out behind Benny. You lock your door and follow him to a Jeep.

“I thought you had a truck?”

“Nah, that was Frankie’s. He doesn’t want Paili in a Jeep.”

“Ah. Makes sense.”

Benny walks to the passenger side and opens the door, offering his hand to you. You take it and he helps you up and in, closing the door gently behind you. He walks around and gets in, starting the jeep and pulling out of the driveway.

You drive for a short bit, conversation flowing the whole way, when you pull up to the fanciest restaurant in town. It had just opened and was impossible to get reservations to.

“Benny, we’re never going to get in here.”

He turns to you. “I know a guy.” He winks at you before hopping out and around to help you out of the Jeep. He offers you his arm and you take it, loving the warmth that radiates off of him. You walk up to the host.

“Name?”

“Miller.”

The host scans the list in front of him.

“Ah yes. Reservation for 2. Right this way.”

Impressed, you hold on to Benny’s arm as he follows the host back to your table. You sit down and take a look around. The place is gorgeous - high class adornments on the tables and dim lighting. You pick up your menu and open it, nearly choking at the prices. You lean forward over your menu.

“Benny, this is too much. We can go somewhere else.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart.” He winks at you.

“No, really. It’s ok. We can-”

“Good evening! May I start you off with something to drink?” the server interrupts you.

Benny orders a couple glasses of wine after you insist on not needing the bottle. Because that price is ridiculous. You have light chatter while you both scan the menu over and over. You also start to look around at other people’s plates, noticing the portions are very small considering how much just a side salad costs. You watch Benny over your menu for a couple minutes. You can tell he’s searching for something he might like, his eyes scanning both sides and flicking back and forth, his brow furrowed. You lean forward and place your hand on his menu, pushing it down to the table. He looks up at you and you crook your finger at him to move closer. He does and gets a few inches from your face.

“While I think this place is gorgeous and I’m very impressed you got a reservation here, can we just go and get a cheeseburger somewhere?”

Benny’s entire demeanor changes and you are gifted a wide smile spreading across his face at a rapid pace.

“Hell yeah. Let’s go.”

He stands and leaves some cash on the table for the wine and a tip and escorts you from the restaurant, practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect of having cheeseburgers. He helps you in the jeep and gets in, pulling out and driving in a specific direction.

“Who the hell eats that kind of food and actually enjoys it?” Benny says.

“I don’t know!” You both laugh. “Why did you choose that place?”

Benny shifts in his seat a little. “I, uh… wanted to make a good impression.”

Your heart melts and you place a hand on his bicep, squeezing it ever so slightly.

“That’s so sweet! And that gesture will not be forgotten,” You pause a moment, watching the smirk on his face. “But just so you know, I love cheeseburgers, and tacos, and pizza. Give me some good wings and fries and I’m set.”

Benny lets out an actual whoop and looks at you. “I knew I liked you!”

You pull up to a retro looking diner you’ve never been to before. Benny again helps you out of his Jeep but turns to you before you enter.

“I just want you to know, I brought you here because the burgers are the best in town. Their breakfasts are killer too.”

“Sounds delicious! I can’t wait!”

He searches your face for a moment before escorting you inside. The moment you walk in, the waitresses and the cooks all yell “BENNY!!”

You look from them to Benny and see his face flush. “Hey guys! How’s everyone?”

“Great! Have a seat anywhere!”

He guides you over to a booth and you sit, Benny sliding in across from you.

“What was that all about?” You ask.

“Nu uh. You tell me about Sparks and I’ll tell you about this.”

“Crap. I thought you’d forgotten.”

“Not a chance.”

The waitress came over and chatted with Benny for a moment before heading back to place your orders: 2 bacon cheeseburgers, 2 sodas, and a large basket of fries to split.

“Trust me. That basket is HUGE.”

A moment passes and then “So…Sparks.”

“Damn,” you sigh, overexaggerated. “It’s a long story but the gist is that I sort of…lit the house on fire when I was little.”

A huge laugh erupts from Benny’s chest. “You what?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose! I had that Barbie with the skates? Anyway, she would let out sparks when you spun the wheels. Well I spun them too close to the curtains and they just, poof!” you mimed the curtains going up in flames. “I ran to my parents who were able to put the fire out. They all had a good laugh about it after. From then on, my entire family called me Sparks.”

“That’s…amazing.” There were tears at the corners of his eyes from trying to contain his laughter. You chuckled and the containment broke. Benny laughed loud and hard and you couldn’t help but join him.

“Ok ok. You know my sparks story. What’s yours with this place?” you gesture around to the room.

“Oh nothing nearly as exciting. You remember how I told you I fight?” You nod. “Well, the owner is a big fan. Followed me from the bottom. I guess I won him a lot of money in bets. I came here because he offered me free food. But I keep coming here because it’s fucking delicious.”

“Wow! I’ll have to come watch you sometime.”

His eyes lock with yours. “I’d like that.”

The rest of the evening passes like this, making each other laugh and having a great time. The food was as delicious as Benny said it was and you both left feeling satisfied. He drove you home and you sat in the jeep for another hour and a half just talking. He gets out of the jeep and helps you out again, escorting you to your door.

“I had a really great time, Benny.”

“Me too, Sparks.”

You moan as you cover your face and he laughs.

“That’s going to stick, isn’t it?” you ask.

“That I can promise you.” He smiles at you, and you stare into his eyes, getting momentarily lost in the ocean you see there. Benny raises his hand and places his crooked pointer finger under the front of your jaw, tipping it up to look at him. He leans in and you close your eyes when he gets close, but he stops and you can feel his breath on your lips.

“May I kiss you?” he whispers.

You nod, unable to find words and he closes the distance between you, pressing his soft lips to yours. It’s chaste at first, each enjoying the other. Then you feel him lightly lick at your lips requesting permission and you grant it, opening your mouth and tilting your head more to have a better angle. His hands come up to the sides of your face and you grab onto his shirt, fisting the fabric there while pulling him closer. You lose yourself in the kiss for a moment before pushing him back a little.

“I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?” Benny looks worried, like he thinks he hurt you.

“No! God no. That was…the best kiss I think I’ve ever had, honestly.” You smile up at him and he gives you a small smile back.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah. I just-” a concerned and worried look comes across your face and you break his eye contact. “-as much as I want to invite you inside, believe me I do, I just.. I’m not that type of girl. I like to get to know someone first.”

You feel Benny shift and turn your face to him again.

“That’s totally fine, Sparks. I would never push you to do anything you weren’t ready for. Why would you think that I would?”

“I..it’s just that usually when I get to this point, the guy starts yelling and saying things like ‘I paid for your dinner so you owe me’ and-”

“Wait. Is that why you tried to pay half the bill?” You look down and nod.

“What the fuck kind of idiots did you date? Don’t ever let anyone push you into doing something you don’t want to, myself included, no matter how far this goes. Promise me that?”

You look back up at him and see the sincerity in his eyes. “I promise.”

He nods. “I can’t believe the balls on some guys. Thinking they deserve you after what, paying for a meal?”

“You’re really not upset?”

“That you don’t sleep with people immediately? Not at all.”

You feel relieved. You really liked Benny and while you would definitely love to invite him upstairs, you just wanted to get to know someone first. It’s brought you a lot of annoyed and pissed men, but you figure they weeded themselves out.

“There is one thing, if I can ask it of you?”

You look at him. “Yes?”

“Can I kiss you again?”

This time, you close the gap, pulling his shirt down towards you and crashing your lips onto his. You make out for a short bit before Benny pulls back.

“I know we’re supposed to wait some random amount of time before asking this, but fuck it. I don’t care. You want to go to a movie tomorrow night?”

“I’d love to.”

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List of Palestinian GoFundMes (22nd October 2024)

Below are a list of fundraisers that I have been sent. All of these have been vetted by either @/gaza-evacuation-funds or @/gazavetters. Some have also been vetted by The Butterfly Effect Project or through other users such as @/el-shab-hussein, @/nabulsi, @/90-ghost, @/ibtisams & @/fairuzfan.

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VETTED:

ayoosh-gaza1: GFM ($11,762 USD raised of $35,000)

nourasissue-4: GFM (€2,259 raised of €50,000 )

ghazialamoudi: GFM (€1,376 raised of €10,000)

mohamedjshamia: GFM (kr68,811 SEK raised of kr250,000)

lailashaqoura: GFM (€31,990 raised of €55,000)

amirashawikh: GFM ($1,752 raised of $60,000)

savejudyblog : GFM ($3,420 USD raised of $50,000)

mohammedoshehab38: GFM (€1,647 raised of €30,000)

ahmednser: GFM (€487 raised of €100,000)

faroha2001: GFM ($3,383 USD raised of $35,000)

drdarine: GFM ($5,102 USD raised of $30,000)

alaakhateeb2024: GFM (£29,779 raised of £56,000)

amiranimer: GFM (€31,330 raised of €39,000)

etafalqattaa: GFM (€4,458 raised of €100,000)

abdalsalm: GFM (€13,179 raised of €50,000)

mohammedayyads-blog: GFM (€5,041 raised of €35,000)

mahmuodanwar : GFM (€303 raised of €15,000)

VETTED BY ASSOCIATION

mohammedbatish: GFM (€454 raised of €60,000)

mohmoud-j : GFM ($21,574 USD raised of $60,000)

emanabosedo: GFM ($1,321 USD raised of $50,000)

lino-gaza: GFM (€44,313 raised of €60,000)

CURRENTLY UNVETTED

lawyer-adhamayyad88: GFM (€491 raised of €50,000)

islamqazal: GFM ($380 USD raised of $20,000)

weasm-82: GFM (€187 raised of €20,000)

ranensworld: GFM (€9,786 raised of €80,000)

jamelwww: GFM (€40 raised of €60,000)

OTHER WAYS TO SUPPORT

Feminine Hygiene Products for Gaza

Gaza eSims

Mutual Aid Diabetes

Crips for eSims for Gaza

SOURCES WHERE YOU CAN FIND VETTED FUNDRAISERS (from @/vetted-gaza-funds):

el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's spreadsheet

gazafunds.com

Operation Olive Branch’s spreadsheet

Strawberry Seed Collective’s master list

Operation Poppy Flower

Project Watermelon master list

GoFund(water)Me(lons) master list

Ottawa4Palestine

Pali Pals on instagram

The ButterflyEffect Project spreadsheet

GazaVetters Spreadsheet

Gaza Evacuation Fund Spreadsheet

**Links to previous Vetted GFM Masterlists that I have created can be found in the source of this post.**

#signal boost #*ma #palestine #palestine gfm #palestine aid #free palestine #vetted fundraisers #gaza

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olivedays · 3 years ago

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olive. eighteen, she her, pali. mike wheeler’s gf (real) & timothee chalamet enthusiast! lover of words. spring baby. certified angel.

blog guide. rules & more about me. masterlist. Ꮺ ˖ ࣪

currently obsessed with: mike wheeler, peter parker, timothee chalamet, finn wolfhard, little women. ps! not an nsfw blog.

#pinned #don’t be fooled im only here to scream about finn wolfhard

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llyncooljones · 3 years ago

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the last list chance - twelve days of rowaelin.

ao3 || masterlist || twelve days of rowaelin '21 masterlist

prompt: ugly sweater competition

word count: 1758

trigger warnings: language.

tag list: @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp @rowanaelin @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @themoonthestarsthesuriel @autumnbabylon

her apartment, evening.

“No, I’m understanding you just fucking fine, thank you. My Wi-Fi is more than strong enough to handle a call like this, so no you’re not breaking up and don’t you dare try to hang up on me—beeeeep!” The beep of the dial tone doesn’t stop Aelin if anything it spurs her on. “Talk about fucking shitty customer service, you’re supposed to listen and nod and tell me you’ll be able to do it in time because the customer is always fucking right. You think after three years from age fifteen to age eighteen spent in customer service I wouldn’t know that! It was fucking drilled into me. I fucking wish I could forget it. No such luck, y’all!”

Throwing her phone onto her bed, she begins pacing around her bedroom once more, glancing to the list that hangs on her wall, growing smaller and smaller, shorter and shorter, the more phone calls she makes, the more times the shops hang up on her, the more times she shouts and rants to them about customer service and those three, traumas inducing years.

A fucked-up environment, for a fucked-up teenager.

A fucking perfect match.

She snatches the list, ripping it at the top where it was pinned to the wall, she notes the final few business names, web addresses, and phone numbers.

G&P Printing.

Design Prints.

Shirt Additions.

Terrasen Sweater Co.

Orynth Commercial Printers.

Iron-On Perranth.

Happy Designs.

Click and Print.

The T-Shirt Company.

WMPD

She’s running out of hope. Of the seven businesses she’s called so far, two of them have been able to do complete her order, but not without having her there to supervise for some weird reason, a weird reason that had her getting a bad, bad vibe and resulting in her hanging up on them instead of vice versa.

Stomping across her worn out rug, she plucks her phone from her duvet cover and presses her thumbprint to the home button, wincing as she reads the low battery percentage on her phone. She ignores it, knowing that if she’s plugged into a charger she can’t pace and stomp and generally annoy her roommate during her three remaining phone calls.

She dials the number, shaking her hips as the dial tone rings, and rings, and rings, and rings before going straight to voicemail. “This is the voicemail service for Click and Print, your local printing shop. If you wish to speak to customer service, press one, if you wish to place an order over the phone, press two, if you wish to reach us for any other reason, please press three. Thank you for calling Click and Print, sorry we can’t be here to answer your call, but we hope to be in the future. Beeeeep!”

Pressing the red button on her phone screen, Aelin viciously crosses one line out, eight shops down, two to go.

G&P Printing.

Design Prints.

Shirt Additions.

Terrasen Sweater Co.

Orynth Commercial Printers.

Iron-On Perranth.

Happy Designs.

Click and Print.

The T-Shirt Company.

WMPD

Taking a deep breath, she takes the phone number from her notebook page and dials, tapping her foot repeatedly, making sure she’s got the phone on speaker, and her heaviest boots on, making sure she’s making as much noise as possible, so she can annoy her roommate as much as possible.

She lifts the phone to her ear, despite it being on speaker, and listens to the phone ringing, now able to exactly recite (through humming and finger clicks) what a phone sounds like when you’re waiting for someone to pick up.

She feels useless for knowing this.

“Hi, my name is Pali, and this is The T-Shirt Company you are calling. What can I get you, hun? Within our parameters of course, though you’ve already looked those up online. Our website address is www.thet-shirtcompany.ter if you haven’t. You will find our ordering parameters once you are on our page by click the ‘about’ button on the menu at the top, from the menu under the ‘about’ section you should click on ‘ordering’ in the scrollable list, from then you should on the ‘new customer’ button, and under the ‘new customer’ button you should click on the ‘parameters’ button. Happy reading. And if you can’t access our website, our ordering parameters are as follows. Number one of three-hundred-and-forty-six—” Aelin hangs up once more.

Another company crossed off her list, another chance of winning this ugly sweater competition gone, she can see the cash prize floating away, the little trophy as well.

G&P Printing.

Design Prints.

Shirt Additions.

Terrasen Sweater Co.

Orynth Commercial Printers.

Iron-On Perranth.

Happy Designs.

Click and Print.

The T-Shirt Company.

WMPD

Aelin has one more chance, one more company she can call before she can give up. And she’ll be dammed if she gives up. Praying to all the gods, in all the religions she doesn’t believe in (particularly), she copies the phone number from the notebook page into the phone app on her mobile, dialling shortly after and praying that this angle pans out.

“Hi, I’m Moira Whitehorn from Whitehorn and Moonbeam Digital Printing, how can I help you?” The woman’s voice is lilting, soft and slow and rubbing over her vowels like she’s a starving cat and all she can see is food.

“Hi, I was wondering if you could print something that I send to you via email or message and then if you could print it onto a jumper that I send you physically, in the post. And if you can have it ready for New Years, because I need it for an ugly sweater competition they’re hosting at my workplace?”

“Absolutely, Darling. Now, where do you live, I’ll see if I can come and collect your sweatshirt from you tonight. It all depends on how close you are to my son; I’m visiting him tonight you see. He’s always alone tonight, and it does pain me so. He says he has a roommate, but he also says that they’re always antagonising him and pushing his limits and getting on his every last nerve. He lives on Queen’s Street.” Her accent is like a balm on all Aelin’s wounds, a calming essence that stops her from pounding her boots and pacing her room.

“Oh, that’s lovely of you. And what a coincidence, I also live on Queen’s Street. You ring me once you’re done visiting your son, and I’ll give you, my address. Sounds good?” She doesn’t want to take away from her time with her son.

“Quite wonderful, now if you give me the sweatshirt, I can have it done for you by noon tomorrow. That good, Darling?” She could get lost in the accent, if it weren’t for the fact that she seems to recognise it from someone where, the last name felt familiar too, but she said it too quickly for Aelin to know precisely what she had said.

“Perfect, thank you so, so much. Local businesses for the win, huh.”

“Buh-bye now, and yes.”

The dial tone sounds, and Aelin places her phone on her desk, plugs it into the charger and takes a slow, small step backwards and sinks into her desk chair. Cool, calm, and collected, she pulls off her stompers and places them down, underneath her desk, replacing them with soft slippers on her feet.

She plucks the slightly crewed piece of paper, and smooths it as best she can, placing a tiny, little tick beside the last company, before underlining it wildly.

G&P Printing.

Design Prints.

Shirt Additions.

Terrasen Sweater Co.

Orynth Commercial Printers.

Iron-On Perranth.

Happy Designs.

Click and Print.

The T-Shirt Company.

WMDP

“Galathynius! Now you’re not stomping about, shut up and listen for a second. My mum, right, she’s going to be here in about two seconds. She doesn’t know you’re a girl, so please for the love of the gods, don’t make a big deal. She won’t hate you, but she’ll hate me for not telling her. Please be on your best behaviour.” For the first time in his life, he sounds serious. Aelin will abide by her rules until he fucks up.

“Fine, but I’ve got a woman coming around after she visits someone else to come and collect a sweatshirt she needs. Be on your best behaviour for her.” Before she can think of anything else, her phone dings and she picks it up.

Hi, this is Moira. If you could send the picture now it would be appreciated, just about to head into my son’s apartment. Thank you, xx.

Selecting the photo of her roommate she wants to be printed on the sweatshirt, she attaches the photograph to her message and sends it to Moira.

[PICTURE MESSAGE! ]

Hi, my name is Aelin is you were wondering. And here’s the image. It’s of my annoying roommate, I’ll explain why when I see you later today. Thank you for doing this, xx.

Her message sends just as the doorbell rings, and she hears her roommate rush to get the door. She also hears him greet his mother, and then she hears him call her name. She pushes up from her chair and opens the door the same second she hears his mother say “Oh, I just a text from a client I’m meeting after this. Let me just check it.”

She walks out, just as she hears the woman gasp, enters the kitchen just in time to see her show Rowan, her son, the message before saying, “Rowan! Is this you, tell me right now. Are you an annoying roommate? Are you a horrible roommate? Why is this girl, this Aelin character messaging me a picture of you, calling you an annoying roommate, and thinking she can win an ugly sweater competition by having,” she squeezes his cheeks, violently, might Aelin add, “your beautiful, gorgeous face on a sweater.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m not sure about this. Ask her, she’s right behind you.” He quickly states, throwing her painfully, and mercilessly, under the bus, a double-decker if you will.

“Hi, I’m Aelin. Your son’s roommate, the client who just messaged you that photo of your son, and I’m also your son’s girlfriend. Of about eighteen months. Sorry, we didn’t tell you; he was afraid, and I am a coward. It’s his fault.”

“Thanks, babe, love you too.” He replies, reaching over his mother to drag Aelin to him and hug her to his side before placing a sweet, affectionate, and clearly practised kiss to her head.

#twelve days of rowaelin #rowaelin #tog #throne of glass #tog fic #my fic #my writing #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #llyncooljones' writing

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