#sof's writing

[its-not-sof]

3:33am

mark smut + fluff

“That feels nice…”

Mark laughed as he continued to run his fingers through your soft hair.

“Yeah?” He murmured, smiling down at you.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax in your boyfriend’s arms. It had been a long day and you couldn’t wait for this moment. The feeling of Mark’s nimble fingers caressing your skin, the warmth of his embrace, and the way he always made time for you to unwind.

Gently, his hands shifted from your hair to your back, applying pressure to your tense shoulders. You couldn’t help the small sigh of pleasure that escaped your lips as he kneaded the knots out of your muscles.

“Mark…” you breathed, burying your face in his neck. Your hands grabbed a fistful of his shirt as his hands moved to massage your lower back.

“What do you need, my love?” He whispered, gently applying more pressure at your hips.

Your heart began to race.

“You.”

At your breathless reply, Mark smiled.

“I was hoping you would say that,” he murmured.

You lifted your head from his shoulder and allowed him to pull you into a soft and lust-filled kiss. He worked you into a hazy state of bliss, gently sucking and nipping at your bottom lip while his hands caressed your sides.

He pulled away only for a moment to slip your thin t-shirt over your head, leaving your bare breasts on display. Your nipples were perked with arousal already.

“You’re so beautiful,” Mark whispered reverently, drinking in the sight of you. “I can’t believe you’re mine…”

Your cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink at his disarmingly honest confession.

“Just kiss me, please,” you muttered with an embarrassed smile.

Mark’s eyes sparkled with amusement when you couldn’t meet his gaze.

“You’re so cute, Y/N,” he murmured, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. He leaned in closer to catch your lips in a gentle kiss.

His warm hands softly cupped your breasts. His talented fingers flicked across your sensitive nipples, causing you to arch your back into his touch. He slowly trailed his lips down to your neck, sucking at the juncture of your bare shoulder before trailing back up behind your ears.

You let out a soft moan when he licked the shell of your ear, nipping at your soft skin.

“M-Mark, please…” you mumbled, slowly becoming undone by his ministrations. Mark softly shushed your pleas.

“You know I always take my time with you, Y/N,” he whispered, grinding against your hips for emphasis.

You bit your bottom lip and stifled a gasp at the sweet friction against your core. You were far too eager to get to the good part, but you knew Mark wouldn’t let you get off that easily.

His lips continued their assault down your neck, sucking hard enough to surely bruise. Your breath quickened as his hands slowly massaged down your sides to the edge of your panties.

He toyed with the lace trim before his nimble fingers made contact ever-so-gently with your folds. You moaned as he circled your clit, giving just enough pressure to tease.

You dug your fingers into his shoulders as he toyed with you, making you shift your hips against him.

“Mark, please—“ you hissed, grinding against his thigh.

Mark hummed against your neck.

“Lie down for me, Y/N,”

You quickly switched positions, letting your back hit the mattress as Mark lingered on top of you. His fingers hooked into your panties and slowly slid them off.

“Spread your pretty legs for me, please?” He murmured, dragging his fingers along the outside of your thighs.

You obediently complied, allowing him to take in the sight of you, fully naked, ready and waiting for him.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, licking his fingers before teasing your core again. Your breath hitched when he made contact.

“Lay back for me, okay?” He whispered, coaxing you back onto the soft pillows.

You lay back, letting out a deep sigh.

You were about to close your eyes when you felt a hot puff of air across your core.

“M-Mark!” You gasped as his tongue licked across your wet folds.

His hands reached up to your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth.

You threw your head back against the pillows when his plush lips closed around your swollen clit, sucking hard before soothing it with the tip of his tongue.

“Mark, I— ah!“

You began to forget your words as he swirled his wet muscle around your most sensitive peak, alternating between sucking and flicking the soft bud.

His fingers massaged your inner thighs before he put them to good use, entering you slowly before curling and thrusting along with his oral stimulation.

You moaned, unrestrained, as he continued to pleasure you.

He knew he held all the cards, having you in such a state. He began to edge you slowly, pulling back to massage your thighs and tease your entrance before diving back in again. You were reduced to breathless moans and whimpers when you slowly felt the pent up frustration start to become too much for you.

“Mark, please, I’m gonna—“

You cried out as he finally tipped you over the edge. He continued to tease you through your high, feeling you shudder around his fingers and tongue.

Your breathing was labored as you began to slip back to reality.

“That was so…” you breathed, unable to finish your sentence. Mark laughed softly.

“I know,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. A smile stretched across his handsome features as he caressed your flushed cheek.

“My beautiful girl…” he murmured. “I’ll always be here to take care of you,”

You closed your eyes, a soft, satisfied smile still playing on your lips.

“I know,” you said, opening your eyes again to look deeply into his.

“Now let me take care of you, please?”

[blueskittlesart]

POST MORE SWORD OF FATE PLS IM BEGGING

i have very little in terms of actual art LMAO but i CAN explain the sword thing because i checked and i did in fact never make this plot point public. i struggled for a while with creating a villain for this story until i realized that. i put "sword" in the title of the game. of course it has to be about the fucking sword. DUH.

so i want SOF to deal very heavily with religion, specifically the way in which hyrule's religion forms post-sksw but pre-reincarnation. i've placed it on the timeline directly after sksw, making it the first actual reincarnation in hyrule. what this means is that there's no actual proof yet that the reincarnation thing is real and not just an insane bluff on demise's part, and so several key characters including link and zelda barely believe in hylia or demise at all when the story starts. my thought with this setting's version of ganon is that he's the polar opposite of the nonbelievers. The gerudo don't really exist as of now, but he DOES come from the desert region of hyrule--specifically, he was raised in a cultlike offshoot of the sheikah religion which interpreted the hylia/demise myth completely literally and believes that a doomsday is coming, heralded by the foretold return of demise. Because of this, he knows more about the cycle and how to set it in motion than basically any other character. Crucially, he and his people are some of the only ones at this point aware of the existence of the master sword.

ganon finds. a sword. a sword which he THINKS is the master sword. and this theory is only reinforced when the sword begins to speak to him about his destiny and the salvation of hyrule. unfortunately it is not the master sword and he ends up basically a pawn in the greater plans of what's left of demise & ghirahim within that sword, manipulated into attempting to revive demise and destroy the reincarnated hero and princess. he remains in denial until basically the very end of the final battle, completely convinced that he is the true savior of hyrule and LINK is the one being misled. ghirahim is a very good manipulator lol

[oh-katsuki]

Alright Cal, gimme Gojo + monsterfucking please :)

this one goes crazy because i actually moaned the second i got it. like i literally started shivering and i hmmmggggggjfnbjrkegmmg.

sorry in advance for how like... disgusting this is. when you sent this i could NOT stop thinking abt biblically accurate angel gojo and it sent. me into a crazy frenzy. im crying and screaming and moaning

cw: biblically accurate angel gojo, MAJOR sacrilege (we pray together while gojo finger fucks us), fingering, power dynamics, kinda god complex but also not really, im absolutely going to hell for this im immediately going to hell im almost afraid bc i was raised catholic and actually fear god so bad.

"be not afraid," he'd said, crawling into your room through the open window.

white hair and a head made of three rotating rings covered in bright blue eyes. big white wings from his back, four of them and his clothes are a plain suit, where his head connects to nothing. you can't see anything around him, nor can you register any features. it feels like his face and the rings clip in an out of each other. even though you're looking at brilliant gold rings covered in eyes, you're certain that you can make out a man, someone made in your image.

"do you know how to pray?" he asks you, extending his hands by his side. the voice, a rich tenor, seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

"yes," you respond, trying to hide the shaking of your hands. your head is tilted downward, facing the bedspread you sit on.

"kneel then, before an angel of the lord," he says, motioning to the ground in front of him.

you listen, bound by something you can only call heavenly duty. you don't dare steal another glance up at him, afraid to gaze at the beauty and might of his celestial form.

he crouches in front of you, taking your face in his two fingers and pinching your cheeks together, "he really did make you in his image," gojo says, turning your cheeks over.

you stare back with hollowed eyes. this is not the attitude of any angel you've ever imagined. the gold rings spin in accordance with the speed of his speech and you feel that they somehow indicate his emotions to you.

"the lord is obsessed with you, you know," he says, dropping your face. you immediately return to looking at the floor, hands clasped together in prayer.

"me?" you squeak.

"your species," he says quietly, like he's thinking about something. "humanity."

you nod softly, swallowing thick, "and you?"

"what about me? i'm but a messenger," he says plainly.

"humanity. are you fond of us?"

he tilts his head, still crouching in front of you. "raise your head, human."

you oblige, meeting those brilliant spinning rings of gold and blue. strangely, through all of it, you can tell that he's smiling and beautiful.

"i am," he says quietly. "but i'm quite fond of you in particular."

"me?" you squeak and he nods his celestial head.

"you."

"what's your name?" you ask.

"satoru," he answers. "to understand."

"what are you?"

he tilts his head. "an angel of the lord."

you shake yours in response. "you don't seem like one."

"have you met many other angels?" he questions, tilting his head to the side.

"no," you swallow. "but i get the feeling that you're not a proper angel."

he sighs, standing up. "you're right. i'm not a proper angel. you see, i love humanity more than i love god."

you bite your tongue, keeping your head bowed. "so who am i meant to be praying to right now, then?"

satoru shrugs his shoulders and the metal rings clink together, "me, if only because i'm in front of you."

"but i don't know you," you say, "not like i know god."

satoru gives a small laugh. "what would you like to know, then?"

you look up at him, hands still clasped together. "anything you have to tell."

satoru's hand comes up to gently cup your face. the pads of his fingers are smooth and soft. they're uncalloused and pink at the tips, like you're the first thing he's ever touched. your belly flips and satoru raises an eyebrow.

"you know, angels are not so dense as humans," he laughs lightly, running his hand from your cheek to the hair by your face. "we're inclined to see the things you can't."

"what does that mean?" you question.

"it means that i can see your desire," he says plainly, "your curiosity. your wants and wishes and feelings in the moment."

you bite the inside of your cheek.

"what you want from me, i can give you," he says softly. his voice bounces around in your head and settles between your eyebrows. "if you ask. if you pray."

your curiosity, the sin built in you from birth, leads you to listen.

"bow your head," he states. you oblige.

satoru's hands come down on your shoulders. they're warm and soft, applying pressure to your body in a touch that feels like it's made you glow. you clench your thighs together where you kneel. "our father," he starts, stepping behind you and running his hands down the sides of your arms, "who art in heaven," and over your stomach, "hallowed be thy name."

you suck in a breath when he reaches the crest of your sex, guilt and desire pooling at the base of your stomach. the light that covers you is calming, like a blessing, but you feel the tinge of sin bite at your ankles and the base of your skull.

"t-thy kingdom come," you exhale and satoru mumbles a good into your ear, pressing his fingers to your clit over your panties. "thy will be done."

"on earth," he slips a finger in and you gasp. "as it is in heaven."

he starts to slowly pump his fingers inside of you. his hand is pressed between your thighs, sandwiched because he's made no effort to spread them. still kneeling, he curls them inside of you.

"give us this day," he says, running his other hand up your side, "our daily bread."

you start to build. pressure mounts in your lower gut as he slips another finger in.

"and forgive us our trespasses," you breathe out shakily, meaning every word. it comes out like you are begging and behind you, satoru whispers his response.

"as we forgive those who trespass against us," he picks up his pace, fingers making a wet and sticky sound with each curl. you build, toes curling where they are tucked underneath you.

"and lead us not into t-temptation," you gasp, beginning to press against the wall of pleasure that's been mounting in your stomach. the coil winds tighter and you clasp your hands together tightly as if you ward off the sin that comes with this.

"but deliver us from evil," satoru says, his voice slick with a smile.

"amen," you say, the end of it cut off by the long and drawn-out whimper.

your clasped hands trembled before you unclasp them, reaching behind you to grab satoru's arm, which has snaked it's way around your neck in a possessive show of desire.

you sit up slightly, arching your back and spreading your legs to allow his hand to work deeper into you. satoru, the angel of the lord, draws out the last of your orgasm from deep within you, curling his long fingers at a steady pace until you collapse back onto his chest with a heaving sigh.

"if you plan to ask for forgiveness," he says quietly, letting you catch your breath against his chest, "ask it from me."

"why?" you pant.

"because i'd love to say a hail mary with you."

[starlitcrows]

infinite dream.

[fic here]

[cartwheelbrokenwrist]

excerpts from an essay by sof sears (on heartmouth.substack.com) 😭💔 about the last of us & girlhood & earnestness

[pinkandblueblurbs]

nobody by hozier — crybaby reader cuddling up to daryl when rick is being mean or wanting to punish her because she knows daryl is the weak one :')

“He’s not bein’ fair.” You murmur as you lay your chin on Daryl’s chest, giving him your saddest eyes. Behind you, Rick scoffs as he unbuckles his belt.

“Doll, this don’t involve me. This is between you an’ him.” He tries to butt out immediately, knowing you’ll get him on your side if he doesn’t. You let your lower lip tremble in a pathetic pout.

“I didn’t even do anything,”

“Keep lyin’ and I’m adding more.” Rick warns. You turn to shoot him an angry look, seeing him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. You swallow nervously.

“Daryl, remember last time? Couldn’t even sit afterwards.”

His eyes soften slightly at the memory of you all teary eyed and whining after the last time you pissed Rick off, squirming in every chair for days after. His hand comes out to rub absentmindedly at the back of your scalp to soothe you.

“Take it easier on ‘er this time, man, alright?”

[urwendii]

Istar!Mairon who actually gets along so well with the Dwarves and work with them on the Durin Doors and made Ithildin with Celebrimbor and Narvi and show them how to harvest Mithril securely, and teach them even grander smith techniques, Istar Mairon healing that small broken part of himself by tutoring the race Aulë made behind everyone's back but most importantly Mairon feeling joy in his craft once more and speaking Khuzdul and laughing with them😩

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #1,196

"You guys were always causing trouble,"

[sapphicchickens]

from sof sears’ substack essay about tlou and queer love in the apocalypse <3 

[its-not-sof]

intimately aware

mark (fluff + smut)

summary: romanticizing the concept of knowing your partner deeply, and finding the joy of discovering something new. a series of vignettes capturing moments of everyday intimacy.

January 12th - 7:34am

“Y/N, it’s time to get up,”

You whined at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. It felt like it had only been a second since your alarm went off, you promised you were only closing your eyes for just one minute longer. You mumbled a half-hearted unintelligible retort as you sunk right back into your pillows. It wasn’t your fault that your new sheets were so comfy.

Mark smiled and laughed at your groggy display.

“I know it’s nice and warm under there, but I also know you’re going to hate me if I let you be late for work again.”

You groaned, turning your back to him indignantly.

“Just five more minutes…” you pleaded sleepily.

“You said that five minutes ago, love.”

“Yeah, but this time I mean it…” you mumbled, curling into your covers.

Mark smirked.

“I promise you’ll feel better once you’re up and in the shower.”

You closed your eyes again, silent,

“I promise I’ll make you feel better once you’re up and in the shower…”

The addendum suddenly piqued your interest, as you rolled over to face Mark.

“Promise?”

Mark smiled.

“I promise. Now get over here, pretty girl…”

With that, you were coaxed out from beneath the covers, following Mark’s enthusiastic lead to your bathroom.

February 13th - 8:39pm

“Are you sure about this?” You asked quietly.

Mark searched your hesitant gaze.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Y/N,” he replied, lacing your fingers in his and placing a kiss to the back of your hand.

You breathed out an anxious sigh. You desperately hoped they would like you.

“I’m nervous,” you mumbled, glancing off to the side.

“Don’t be. They’re going to love you just as much as I do,” Mark whispered, sincerely. “Well, it’s pretty hard to top how much I love you, so that might be a stretch,” he joked, smiling at you to brighten your mood.

You took a deep breath as Mark turned off the car engine and stepped out. You followed suit, putting on your best smile.

You hoped they’d see just how much you loved their son.

March 9th - 1:26am

“You like that, huh?”

You whimpered beneath your boyfriend’s touch, his fingers finding your most sensitive bud with practiced ease. He gently teased you, giving slight pressure, just the way he knew you liked it.

“M-Mark,” you moaned, breathing heavy.

He quickly removed his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth and making a show of sucking them clean. You suddenly whined at the loss of contact.

“You drive me insane,” you murmured, slamming your lips against his, pulling him closer.

Mark’s hands continued their exploration down your figure, roughly palming your flesh and gripping you with a fierce possessiveness. He began to trail hot kisses down your throat, nipping and sucking at your delicate skin.

“Mark, I need you to fuck me,” you begged, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Mark smiled in between kisses, deliberately slowing down again.

“Now, Mark, please…” you murmured. “I can’t handle your teasing tonight.”

Mark smirked.

“You know me too well, pretty girl…”

April 27th - 3:34pm

“How much longer, Y/N?”

You had been sitting in front of your laptop all day, answering emails, working on assignments, and overall taking way too long for your impatient boyfriend to handle.

“Just a few more minutes, love, I promise,” you answered. Mark pouted.

“You said that an hour ago, babe,” he retorted, bringing his chair closer to your desk. You sighed.

“Yeah, but this time I mean it,” you smiled at him sweetly, knowing you were pushing your luck.

“C’mon, Y/N, just give me an hour and I’ll let you work all night if you want to,” Mark pleaded. Your lips curled into a smirk at his words.

“I hope I’m working on something much more fulfilling all night, Mark,” you chided, finally stepping away from your computer and into his waiting arms. Mark smiled.

“I knew I’d get you eventually,” he bragged, shifting your body across his lap and pulling you in for a soft kiss. You rolled your eyes but inevitably curled into his embrace.

“You get me for one hour, love. Don’t make me regret it…” you murmured, ghosting your lips across his neck.

Mark’s ears perked up at your suddenly suggestive tone. Not another moment passed before he lifted you up into his arms and carried your giggling self to straight your bedroom.

May 21st - 6:32pm

“Mark…”

You stared at your boyfriend from across the bedroom. What on earth was he thinking?

“What? I thought you liked surprises, Y/N?”

Mark glanced back at you innocently, giving you his best puppy eyes.

Your cheeks flamed in embarrassment as you looked at your boyfriend’s idea of a “surprise”.

“I can’t wear this, Mark…” you mumbled. Your fingers brushed the skimpy lace garment neatly wrapped with care in the luxury box in front of you. Just looking at it set your insecurities ablaze. Mark sighed softly, taking a step closer to you.

“Y/N,” he began, closing the box and gently taking your hand in his. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset.” You shook your head quickly.

“I’m not upset! I just— I’ve never— I’m not used to getting gifts like this,” you stuttered. “I didn’t know you wanted to see me in something like this, I guess I’m a little bit embarrassed. It’s not your fault.”

Mark smiled, brushing your hair away from your face and bringing your hesitant gaze back to his sincere eyes.

“Well, the surprise wasn’t supposed to be that I want to see you in that, Y/N,” he murmured. “You know how sexy you are to me, right? But I want you to be comfortable too. Next time, I’ll ask you first.”

You nodded silently, leaning into his tender touch.

“I’ll wear it, but just for you, okay?”

June 10th - 12:24am

“Can you keep doing that, please…”

Your boyfriend sighed in your arms as you ran your fingers through his soft, dark hair. You smiled, lightly scratching your fingers against his scalp.

“Of course,” you murmured, relishing in the fact that you got to hold him close and make him feel good for once. These moments were becoming scarce, with his schedules seemingly never-ending and your own career taking off it was hard to find moments of quiet intimacy.

Mark’s breathing began to even out, slowing slightly as he relaxed into your embrace. You pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, pulling him closer to your chest.

“I love you, sweet boy.”

July 23rd - 7:45pm

“Mark, have you seen my—“ you called to your boyfriend before abruptly colliding into him.

“These?” He teased, holding up your favorite pair of shoes.

You glared at him playfully before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, taking the shoes from his grasp.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. “I guess I’m just a little scatterbrained today.”

Mark smiled.

“It’s no problem, I know you always forget where your shoes are when you leave them by the front door.”

You gave your boyfriend a grateful look, slipping your shoes on quickly.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you declared. “How do I look?”

Mark’s eyes lingered on your body, noting how the dress you chose showed little skin but somehow made you even more alluring to him. He smirked.

“If I answer with what that dress makes me what to do to you, we’re not going to make it out the door in time,” he murmured, drawing you close and pressing a kiss on your neck, not wanting to mess up your carefully applied makeup.

You giggled at his response and playfully pushed him off you.

“Alright, settle down, pretty boy,” you replied, quickly kissing his cheek.

Your lip gloss left a shiny pout mark on his face, but he didn’t seem to mind. He wanted nothing more than to show everyone tonight that the prettiest girl in the room was all his.

August 1st - 11:52pm

”Mark…”

A small mumble of your boyfriend’s name tumbled from your lips as you slept fitfully. He still wasn’t home, and as ashamed as you might be to admit it, you never slept the same without him there.

After tossing and turning for what felt like ages, you heard the sound of your bedroom door opening.

You turned to face the direction of the noise, and you smiled when you saw your boyfriend’s tired form heading towards your bed.

“Mmm… Hi, love,” you whispered, waiting for him to join you under the covers. Mark cradled your face in his hands gently.

“I’ll be back after I shower, I know you can’t sleep without me,” he teased, kissing your forehead.

Once your boyfriend was back in bed with you, you felt your body relax into his arms. Mark shifted closer to you, burying his face in your hair.

“I missed you, today,” he admitted softly. You let out a soft sigh.

“I always miss you, Mark,” you mumbled, stroking his cheek.

You boyfriend stilled, hesitating before he spoke.

“I don’t want you to have to miss me, Y/N. I promise you’ll never have to sleep alone,” he murmured. “Soon…”

September 27th - 10:32am

You slept in on your day off, since rolling out of bed in the mid-morning was a luxury you could hardly ever afford.

You stretched as you made your way to the kitchen. Your tired gaze nearly missed the surprise waiting for you on the counter.

‘for Y/N—

enjoy your day off, sleepyhead :)

all my love — M’

Your favorite iced coffee drink sat next to the handwritten note, a small heart drawn on the side of the cup. You smiled to yourself and wondered how you got so lucky.

October 31st - 10:15pm

“You’re so cute when you do that.”

Your boyfriend smiled bashfully.

“What are you talking about?”

You laughed and pushed his hair away from his face.

“When you do that thing with your lips. You always bite your lower lip when you’re thinking hard about something. What’s on your mind, Mark?”

Your boyfriend laughed and looked down at his lap, suddenly shy.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered.

You gave him a disapproving look. You knew he was hiding something. Mark sighed in defeat.

“It’s just— seeing you giving out candy to all those kids trick-or-treating tonight made me think about how you would be as a mom. I know it’s weird, but I kind of liked it…” he admitted, avoiding your gaze.

You smiled faintly.

“Do you want kids someday, Mark?”

Your boyfriend hesitated before turning to look at you.

“Yeah, I think I do. I’ve never thought about it until recently, but my god, a little version of… you and me would be so fucking cute.”

You stared at your boyfriend, an unfamiliar feeling bubbling up inside you.

“I think I want that too,” you whispered, pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

Mark responded in kind, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

“I love you, Y/N…”

November 6th - 6:35pm

“Mark, come back… it’s too cold without you,” you whined as you boyfriend got up from the couch.

“I’ll be right back, Y/N, I promise,” he answered, kissing the top of your head.

Your heating was out during the coldest time of the year, and you decided to use your boyfriend as a replacement heat source. Mark had no complaints, immediately volunteering to hold in his arms while you worked on your emails.

You shivered slightly in his absence, pulling your blanket around your shoulders.

“I’m back, c’mere,” Mark opened his arms and coaxed you back onto his lap. Once you were settled again, he sighed into your shoulder.

“Hey, Mark,” you murmured, hesitantly.

Mark hummed in acknowledgement, waiting for you to continue.

You took a deep breath, hesitating before letting out a small sigh.

“It’s nothing,” you whispered, relaxing back in his arms.

Mark closed his eyes, content to hold you close as long as you’d let him.

December 29th - 8:47pm

“Mark— Ah!”

You cried out as your boyfriend teased you through your third climax that night. His tongue flicked and swirled across your heat, making you squirm against his face. Mark slowly pulled away, admiring his work.

“Do you have one more round in you, pretty girl?” he murmured, pressing soft kisses on your inner thighs, sucking and biting the smooth flesh.

Your breathing was still labored and your eyes slid closed for a moment, coming down from the pleasure high you’d just experienced.

“Give me just a second, okay?” You huffed, a smile stretching across your face as you finally caught your breath.

Mark moved to brush your hair away from your face and steal your waiting lips in a passionate kiss.

“Y/N…” he whispered your name like a prayer, reverently admiring your post-coital afterglow expression.

You slowly opened your eyes and lost yourself in his intense gaze.

“I love you,” you whispered, brushing your fingers across his cheek, moving to stroke his hair the way you knew he liked.

“Can I show you how much I love you, Y/N?” Mark whispered, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

You smiled.

“Please,” you replied, capturing his lips in another kiss.

Mark smiled, and instead of returning to his previous position, he reached over to your nightstand drawer.

You watched his movements, confused, until he returned to you with a small velvet box in his fingers.

“Y/N, will you—“

“Yes.”

[sultryfandoms]

Headcannon Time!

“My Favorite Boys” (Being The Young Bucks' Little Sister and she's dating Henry Cavill)

Matt and Nick are very overprotective people with their loved ones and more especially with their little sister; you.

So when your older brothers had found about the actor Henry Cavill dating their little sister, their protectiveness went into overdrive because they don't want you to get your heartbroken;

Though sometimes their protectiveness gets annoying to you.

"He's not the one for you Y/N" Nick and Matt would often say about your boyfriend.

"How would y'all know? You haven't even met Henry yet! He makes me happy, I love him and he loves me! The main reason why I don't let you meet him is because of your overprotective asses!" You spat out in frustration and that made them stop badmouthing Henry.

Meanwhile, Henry wants to meet them, to let Matt and Nick know how much he loves you.

"I don't think it's that bad love, I want to meet your brothers, I want to befriend them and prove to them that I will never ever hurt you" he smiled and kissed your forehead

As soon as they met; after all the "hurt her and we'll kill you" threats are out of the way;

The three of them were literally inseparable.

Matt and Nick made him a member of the Elite, to the amusement of Kenny and Hangman (and to Brandon's jealousy, he literally thinks that Henry is his replacement)

He often appears in their BTE vlogs

Matt and Nick also offered to train Henry to wrestle

And in turn Henry introduces them to the world of Warhammer, becoming closer than ever.

Heck, Kal is even The Elite's new mascot.

"And yet I thought you both hate him, nowadays he spends more time with you guys than me!" You joke

"He's a cool guy! And Nick and I know that you'll be happy with him (Y/N/N)." Matt spoke

"I'm a lot happier now that all of my favorite boys get along."

Feel free to lmk if you wanna be on my upcoming taglist ❤️

[helianskies]

Hi! Dialogue prompt 10 for Nedport (romantic) please?

Thank you! I am in a Nedport mood as of late haha <3

haha, bet! >:D (p.s. this is the last ficlet i'm doing before the holiday ficlets appear!)

Delivery

When João doesn’t show up for work, Abel is a bit worried. As much as the other may complain (in private and away from the workplace) how much disdain he holds for the office and their colleagues, if João is not in, there are limited reasons for it. It feels a bit odd that he checks his phone and sees no message, so he drops João a text himself—a snappy, Are you OK?—and then, because he must, he continues with his work.

It is in the early afternoon that he receives a reply to his text that tells him just as plainly, in bed, bit sniffly, and while he is of course then worried, at least he has an answer. After he sends João his well wishes, it means he can properly focus on his work, right up until he shuts down his computer at five o’clock on the dot.

On his way home from work, Abel decides to make a detour. 

Or, rather, a few detours. 

The first place he stops by is the supermarket. There are some things he needs to buy and with a list in hand, he is able to whizz around the shop in about ten minutes flat (well, that is, before having to face the crowds around the tills). By the time he gets back to his car, it is nearing twenty-to-six. 

His next stop is his own home. There’s just one thing he wants to grab from the airing cupboard upstairs, which he can then take with him to his next stop. 

By now, it is six. Luckily for him, his next stop was not too far away.

With a single big (reusable!) shopping bag in hand, Abel leaves his car in the communal car park and heads off in the direction of João’s apartment. 

When he goes to knock on the other’s front door, he feels bad, knowing that he might wake him, or otherwise is forcing him to walk to the door as a minimum. As his fist hovers in front of the wood, he debates it—he debates turning around, going home, surrendering—but then he thinks about João, ill, buried in a pile of tissues, probably hungry and cold… and he knows it could be a small price to pay to make him feel better.

So, he knocks. He knocks and he waits, not brave enough to look directly at the door in case it suddenly flies open and he’s met with an upset (or annoyed) João. 

He waits for about half a minute, before he finds himself debating, once more, maybe I should go. He finds his feet moving before he can make any kind of counterargument. And then—

“Abel…?”

He halts. He feels stuck like a deer in headlights, fingers clutching the handles of his bag tight. He feels guilty—he feels so incredibly guilty—and he gingerly turns, to find João standing just outside his front door, drowning in layers of clothing and his nose quite red. Guilt anchors its roots only deeper.

“What are you doing here?” João asks him in the face of silence. 

“I… wanted to check on you,” Abel says hesitantly. “Sorry if I’ve disturbed you…”

João, however, shakes his head. “You haven’t disturbed me,” he assures Abel. “You can come in, if you want. Have a hot drink with me? Tea? Coffee?”

“Are you sure?”

“Would I ask if I wasn’t?”

Upon receiving a smile from the other, Abel resigns. He still feels bad. But if this allows him to make sure João really is well and looking after himself, then—

“What’s in the bag?”

Abel glanced at João, then down to the bag in his hand and the items inside—the honey, the lemons, the ginger, the tissues, the sweets, the small bunch of cheerful daffodils, some simple dinner products, the extra-thick blanket he’d brought from home. His face begins to warm, and quite rapidly.

“I, um…” He takes a breath. “I brought you some things.”

“Things?” João says, his smile growing on one side. “I like ‘things’.”

“Ah— It’s nothing special,” Abel feels a need to emphasise all the same. 

Yet João tells him, “You came to see me, make sure I’m okay. That’s special enough for me.”

Face well and truly warm, Abel slowly finds himself easing. João once more prompts him to go inside the apartment with him, and this time, there is no pause, no hesitation, 

Over the next two hours, they have that hot drink. Abel makes João a quick dinner to help him save his energy (though João insists on supervising the cooking), and they end up settling together under that nice thick blanket as João puts a film on at Abel’s suggestion.

“Are you sure you want to stay? I don’t want you to get ill too,” the brunet says as he settles down with a box of tissues in his lap, a Dutchman at his side. 

“Would I be here,” Abel returns, “if I wasn’t sure?”

João tuts and grumbles. Abel apologises, and excuses himself to go and maybe make a fresh drink before the film starts, but then the other grabs his hand and stops him before he can get up. 

“Please… Stay…” João asks of him. “Stay with me…”

And how could Abel deny him? If it will make him feel better, then it is the least he can do.

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[cartwheelbrokenwrist]

more excerpts from another tlou piece bc i will Never get over it apparently. by heart.mouth ❤️😵‍💫😢

[pinkandblueblurbs]

now gill you know I HATE dom!reader, like with a passion I want it away from me but that ask you just answered got me thinking. (it's still not dom!reader dw) but I was thinking what if rick daryl and u are in a relationship/situationship/whatever y'all fuck, and rick ofc is just naturally dominant, he's bossy and likes people doing exactly when he asks, he's a born leader. and daryl... daryl is a little rough around the edges and........ inexperienced 😳 he talks a big talk but really he doesn't have a lot of experience with sex beyond a quick fuck, so when the three of you are in it, it kinda happens naturally that rick guides both you and daryl. he tells him what to do, how to touch you and hold you and prepare you for him.

and daryl probably refuses at first, and makes a big deal of huffing and puffing and "I aint no bitch man, don't tell me what to do" but even then, he usually still does exactly what rick asked him to do.... he isn't "submissive" not really, but he kinda gets off on being guided, and he especially gets off on hearing how good he makes you feel when he does. anyWHO sorry if you hate this LOL ily <3

I AINT NO BITCH IS SO AODJAODJWOJDPSJSOSO

shut up and rick knows it but can’t make it too obvious or he knows it’ll make daryl get all huffy again 😩

rick can sometimes get away with an “attaboy,” when daryl does something he tells him to, but the one time a “good boy” slips out without rick thinking daryl snaps “don’t fuckin’ call me that!” And you all have to pretend you didn’t see the way it made is dick twitch otherwise he’ll kick your asses </3 he’s not a sub but god praise gets him going

and i can def see him being a begger, not really in a submissive way, but he just thinks so highly of you and worships the ground you walk on. he can’t help but say “please” when he asks to eat your pussy because he can’t figure out what a guy like him did to deserve a pretty girl like you <3

[queermyg]

let them be them, let us be us | yoonmin

“Oh- Jiminie,” Yoongi whispers softly, eyes wide open as he looks at what’s inside the box, “Is it-”

“It’s a promise!” he cuts, nervous, “um, it’s not- I’m not-” he takes a deep breath, “I know we can’t, yet, but I wanted to have something to symbolize that we are together, that you’re the love of my life and something to remind you of me,” he finishes with a shaky smile.

or in which Jimin starts working at a new school as a kindergarten teacher, receiving some inappropriate comments about his relationship; he's sad and Yoongi tries to cheer him up the best way he knows how to.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55398703

moodboard cr to: my bestie

[theother9tenths]

I’ve been writing a novel for the past year.

It originally wasn’t supposed to be a novel, it just ended up that way, the plot sort of expanded and compounded over the months.

As of today, I have a final chapter order. I’m at 72k words. I have four chapters left to finish and two of them are half-done already. My goal was to hit around 80k (standard novel length) and by the time I finish the four chapters I’ll be there.

I’m just shouting this into the void because I can’t believe it. Idk how this happened, I never wrote until well into my adulthood. I started like two years ago. And now I have a book, almost. Almost.