#venus writes

[venus-light]

Good Omens S2’s ending is so agonising, but I do think it’s going to make Aziraphale’s development significantly more impactful in S3! As a second act this has every painful, fascinating ingredient that made Zuko’s arc in ATLA so outstanding, and Aziraphale’s core conflict/fatal flaw draws from the heart of his character!

He loves Crowley deeply but he’s still clinging to Heaven’s brainwashing, and he’s never actually treated Crowley as an equal or sought to understand Crowley’s perspective yet.

Aziraphale still seems to believe Crowley is just a ‘lost, confused angel’, rather than recognising what Crowley is actually doing: rejecting the system entirely and trying to do good on his own terms. Aziraphale still believes the desire to be Angelic and the desire to be good to others are the same thing, therefore if Crowley is good (as he’s shown himself to be) he must be secretly want to be an Angel and is betraying that whenever he argues against Heaven.

Aziraphale still hasn’t listened when Crowley explains over and over again that he DOESN’T WANT TO BE AN ANGEL. He’s still desperate for Heaven’s validation, even after he chose to leave, and there’s a deep void in his identity! He wants so desperately to be seen as “Good” (regardless of the actual morality of his actions) that it’s used over and over again to coerce and manipulate him! He also wants desperately for Crowley to be “Good” too, because at this point Aziraphale couldn’t ever let himself trust or accept Crowley if he wasn’t.

Aziraphale’s ‘angelic superiority’ is still constantly used to prop up his own identity, and he still considers deviance from Heaven (both in himself and others) as something shameful, embarrassing and in need of being ‘Corrected’. He also still believes Crowley needs/wants to be “Forgiven” by Heaven and that angels are inherently superior to everyone else!

Aziraphale’s default response to suffering being to make it about Heavenly purity rather than empathising with others also makes him extremely blind/self-centred in some situations. He’s proven that he’s willing to adopt empathy - the force that drives Crowley to compassion and forgiveness - if it helps to do good for others, but it’s still a very undeveloped skill in him.

At the start of this season Aziraphale lets Crowley sleep in his car for God’s sake, and apparently only calls Crowley when he wants something! He takes Crowley’s devotion to him for granted, and dismisses Crowley’s feelings and perspective on Gabriel instantly! Whenever they disagree on anything Aziraphale just assumes that he is Good and Crowley is Evil, therefore Crowley’s perspective isn’t worth taking seriously. And Crowley loves Aziraphale so much and is so afraid of losing him that he just… concedes. Over and over again. And keeps on forgiving him without Aziraphale ever realising how deep he’s cutting Crowley. Even now, Aziraphale still sees everything as a dichotomy between “Good” and “Evil”, “Angelic” and “Demonic”, with no middle ground or space outside of it. A worldview that fundamentally misunderstands Crowley’s entire life, moral compass and identity.

Aziraphale does love Crowley, but he still hasn’t reckoned with Heaven’s brainwashing. He still won’t ever be able to understand Crowley’s perspective until he gets the outcome he thought would fix everything, and realises that it won’t.

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[haunting-venus]

enter, sandman

↳ neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

content warnings | smut ( minors dni ), somnophilia, oral ( f ), praise and some dirty talk, desperate neteyam, masturbation ( m ), characters are aged up !

word count: 1886

notes | pretty light on the actual prompt but here is my first submission for romancing pandora ! day one — somnophilia, turned out pretty fluffy but who doesn’t love some pussywhipped neteyam, enjoy friends

na'vi dictionary | syil — meer deer ; olo’eyktan — male clan leader ; yawnetu — loved one / lover / beloved person ; tewng — loincloth

You and Neteyam had been circling each other your entire lives, opposing forces drawn to one another despite all your innate differences. You admired each other from afar for years, skirting looks and kind greetings eventually evolving into shared dinners and stolen touches beneath the eclipse.

It was new and terrifying, having the eyes of the future Olo’eyktan so filled with adoration and lust and hope whenever they laid on you.

When Neteyam finally approached you officially to ask for you to be his—in body, in soul, in life—you were sure the earth beneath you shook with the force of your love. You were euphoric, giddy with the prospect that the man you desired so fully from the time you were children wanted you as well.

Some questioned his choice, though it was always clear to you how well you fit in each other’s lives. You weren’t a skilled hunter or forager, but you had a kind heart and strong mind, making you perfect for teaching the younglings of the clan. Neteyam was a born warrior, a boy made of steel bones and gunpowder. Where he had to be strong and immovable, you could be adaptable and kind, giving each other a perfect balance in life.

Being bonded to Neteyam was a lot of pressure, no doubt. Some expected you to be perfect, while others criticized you for being weak, a never-ending pull at your heart. It was all easy to brush off when Neteyam’s strong hands caressed your shoulders.

It helped too that your chemistry grew indescribably as your relationship progressed. The two of you were crazy about each other, hardly capable of containing the heat and excitement you felt in your newly blossoming relationship.

His hand would often find your thigh throughout shared meals, inevitably ending with the two of you sneaking past the trees and with his head between your legs. You would visit him on his breaks from teaching, stealing kisses and teasing touches away from the eyes of the younger warriors. You were often teased by your friends about how you could not keep your hands from your betrothed for more than a minute.

It was part of what made the time apart so unbearably aching.

You knew he had to leave. The syil, a normally elusive creature, would be gathering for mating season in valleys a few days' ride away. The hunting party had been planned for weeks now, with Neteyam at its head. It was a great stride in showing the clan his leadership skills, the longest hunt beyond the village he would lead on his own. The reap of the hunt would be great, sustaining the clan through many days and providing countless pelts for the cold season ahead. 

It did little to stave the emptiness in your heart or between your legs.

It grew lonely at night, especially in the cold drizzles of the rainy season when the hearth fires fizzled. You tucked yourself beneath woven mats, huddling against the soft fibers for warmth as your body craved the solid weight of Neteyam behind you. After what felt like hours of restless turning and shivering, a lonely sleep crept over your mind.

A heated groan rouses you from your slumber.

Your fingers tighten along the edge of the woven mats, flung to the side to expose you to the night’s chill, cooling against your heated skin. Your hair sticks against the curve of your neck, wet with sweat. There was an insistent nudge between your legs and a weight at the bone of your hip, pressing you firmly into your sleeping mats.

Light of the eclipse shadows across your home, dimly illuminating Neteyam’s face where it lay nestled between your thighs. There was a flush high on his cheeks, pupils dilated to show only a thin ring of gold as he gazed upon you. A small moan rumbles across the sensitive flesh of your folds as he notices you blink awake.

“‘Teyam-what the, oh-” Sleep still reached at the edge of your consciousness, muddling your thoughts as an easy pleasure trickled through you. Your hips move before your mind catches up, rutting towards Neteyam’s wide tongue as you moan. You could hardly think clearly with Neteyam’s tongue on you when you were fully awake, now your brain felt completely like mush.

“I’m sorry, yawnetu, I could not wait. You looked so sweet-'' His voice was weak and breathy, and you vaguely noticed one hand snuck beneath his tewng to palm at his cock.

Fuck, he feels so good and so right between you, but when did he get here? When did this start? Great Mother, why did you like it? You could see him in your mind’s eye, tired and worn from the long hunting trek, overcome with such want for you that waking you barely crossed his mind. In your head, he was needy and wanting, thinking of nothing but how he couldn’t stand to be apart from the wet heat between your legs for another second. The thought made you indescribably hot, legs trembling at the voracious way he gripped your hips as he dipped his tongue down into your entrance.

Your tewng hangs half-off your left thigh, rumbled and glistening with either saliva or your juices. Neteyam’s lips are soft and wet, trailing lightly between your slick folds. You try to gather your thoughts between the jolts of pleasure, bringing one hand down to stroke across your lover’s head. “Y-you’re back early.”

“The rains were too heavy, left early.” His fingers massage the plush of your thighs, trailing back up to trace the line of glowing freckles across your stomach. You squirm at the feather-light touches, inching your hips back to his panting lips. “Haah-such a nice present waiting for me at home, yawnetu, all spread out and waiting. Did you miss me?”

“I-I did, I—shit ‘Teyam—missed your mouth, your cock, please.”

“I know, baby, I know, let me give it to you.” His mouth fell back on you, slow licks on the sensitive skin around your labia, skirting around your hole and dipping into the junction of your thigh before darting against your clit. He breathed heavily from his nose, inhaling your scent as your legs tightening around the sides of his head increased the throb in his cock.

Your moans increase as his wide shoulders bully your thighs further apart, tongue giving wide and strong strokes against your clit before sucking it between his shining lips. You can feel the heat growing and tightening at the base of your stomach, fluttering against the dip of his thumb into your cunt. 

The slick sounds of your arousal weave in between the wet sounds of his moans, hot and yearning as they vibrate through your clit and into your bones. You can vaguely hear the sound of him working his own cock, imagining the way the tip peeks between his thick fingers to leak onto himself as he devours you. He always looked so pretty when he worked himself over, eyes blown and pleading.

The movements of his tongue quicken with the pace of your whining moans, finally moving to rub firm circles over your clit that have you keening into his hot touch. Your fingers card through his braids, using the grip to keep his mouth firm against your mound. As if he had any plans of moving.

“That’s-fuck-feels good, baby, but-want your cock,” You mewl, fingers tightening around the back of his head. Your voice hitches with every labored breath, pussy clenching on emptiness with every beat of your racing heart and it’s been so long, your body craves for him.

“Just wait, yawnetu, soon. I-I need to taste you.” He mumbles the promise into your folds, gasping and panting into you with each tug at his cock. His face is near rutting into you, nose bumping at the top of your pussy and inhaling deep breaths of your sweat and slick. “Thought of it the w-whole time, just like this. Let me.” 

The deep breathiness of his voice has arousal shooting through you. You know neither of you will probably be awake long enough to see through on that promise, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s enough to have him here, now, delighting himself so fully with eating at you that it has him desperate and breathless. His moans rumble through you, whispering praises and encouragements into the wetness of your core as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Neteyam.” You have one hand on the back of his head, the other gripped tightly into the woven mats as pleasure begins to crest over you. “I-I’m gonna-”

“Yeah? Come on, yawnetu.” You swear you see a devilish grin at the corner of his lips before your eyes clench shut in pleasure. 

Your orgasm rolls through you with a gasping breath, legs tightening around Neteyam’s shoulders as pleasure runs wet and hot from deep in your stomach to every edge of your body. Neteyam groans against you when you tighten under him, tongue swirling softly against your clit until you’re twitching against him, voice heavy with pants of his name and begging him to just get over here already.

Neteyam’s hand is still gripping at the meat of your hip when you open your eyes, now merely inches from your face as he holds himself above you. His hand moves fast and tight on his hard cock, eyes hooded in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty-haah-got me so close, baby.”

His deep blue skin is shining under the eclipse with perspiration and your slick, the little freckles over his cheeks and shoulders glimmering lightly. You let your eyes sleepily rove over his wide shoulders and muscled chest, taking in every inch of how fucking good he looks above you.

Your eyes are glassy with pleasure as you gaze up at him with wet lashes, each brush of him against you sending you twitching in sensitivity. “I want it on me, please Neteyam.”

His eyes are unfocused as he comes apart above you, ears twitching and mouth falling open in wet pants. He burrows his head into the crook of your neck as he gets close, licking feverishly at the junction of your neck, the wet head of his cock bumping against your belly.

You reach behind his head again, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, eyes drawn on his face as he groans with each stroke. Your fingers brush along his largest braid close to the skull before rubbing your thumb firmly against the base. His eyes roll slightly as he gasps into your mouth, hips spasming unevenly as his orgasm wracks through him. His hand tightens on your hip, tip of his cock rubbing against you as he empties himself onto you.

The heat in you is slow and lazy, something that will creep into your dreams to be dealt with in the morning. Your bones feel heavy with Neteyam’s heat cuddling up next to you, mind already fuzzy with edges of sleep.

Neteyam’s face is lax in pleasure, nuzzling into the side of your body and pulling you taut to him. You can already hear his breathing evening out with the beginnings of sleep as he mumbles into your hair. “Missed you, yawnetu.”

“Welcome home, ‘Teyam.”

tags | @tallulah477 ; @eywaite @neteyamsoare

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[marvelwomenarehot0]

𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓜𝓮 𝓤𝓹 / 𝓦.𝓜

Summary: Wanda’s tired after a mission. And what better way to release herself from the mission than you?

Warnings: somnophilia, eating out, bad spelling, cursing, mommy kink, there’s a moment of slapping, uhhh I don’t know if I got everything but let me know if I missed something

Word count: 802 (I know it’s short, I’ll have longer ones up later)

notes: Kinktober fic number 2!!! wooohoo!! this was for my lovely @abbyromanoff ❤️ mwah, again I’m open for requests for kinktober! enjoyyyy!

The compound held a soft silence. With the others returning from a mission, you slept soundly in bed. In Wanda’s clothes. The two of you had been dating for over a month now, and you had never been happier with the outcome.

The redhead slowly pushed open the door to the shared bedroom and smiled softly at your sleeping dorm. She was covered in dirt and grime, yet she needed nothing more than to let everything out on you. There was a calmness in the air as Wanda moved towards you, stripping herself of her mission suit and crawling towards you on the bed.

She bit her lip, her middle and ring fingers coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear. She pressed a kiss to your forehead and gently began trailing them lower. She lifted up the sleep shirt you had taken from her and pressed a large kiss to your stomach.

Wanda would’ve smiled softly to herself, she found you so beautiful, no matter what you thought. There had been countless times were she had fucked you till you said you were beautiful.

The witch kept trailing her kisses down, pecking the inside of your thighs. One hand came up to fondle and play with your tits, whilst the other trailed down to your sweet little pussy. It was hers, Wanda made sure she’d nailed that into you even before you’d started dating.

She hummed at the sight of you, her thumb rubbing softly at your clit, watching the way your breathing got faster and as your face contorted as you slept. It made her clench her thighs together and she let out a soft whine.

Wanda kept toying with your little button as she liked to call it, pinching and rubbing gently. You had begun to whimper and Wanda loved every second of it.

Wanda thrusted a few fingers inside languidly, pressing sloppy kisses to your stomach as she did so. You were getting louder, still asleep as Wanda worked you up, building you up and up, before she suddenly stopped. She bit her lip a little, gazing up at you before back down at your cunt.

She leaned down and with a happy sniff, she licked long strokes along your slit. She groaned to herself and shivered at the taste of you, almost immediately becoming sloppy as she ate you out. You started waking up, eyes opening tiredly. Your hands reached down and grabbed at her hair, groaning out her name to the world.

Wanda brought you to the edge again, grinning at you as her nose pressed against your clit. “Please mommy, fuck please gotta cum” you whined out, thrusting your hips up to meet her. Wanda tsked softly, delivering a short slap to your thigh making you stop immediately.

“Now now, we want to be mommy’s good girl don’t we sweetheart? You don’t need to cum, you’ll wait till I say so” she growled softly, your grip loosening a bit on her hair as you nodded quietly. It didn’t matter what Wanda said, you would always do what she asked. You were her good little girl, and you were so proud of it.

Wanda went back to her long licks, her warm tongue sending you absolutely spiraling in The best way possible. She built you up, your orgasm so close, and she knew it. “Hold it baby” she whispered, hearing your groan in response.

You held it for a little bit, waiting not so patiently. God everything felt like a roller coaster ride, building you up and not letting you crash back down, not yet.

There was a beat of silence in the room before Wanda tapped your thigh twice, giving you the go ahead to let go. You came hard, your thighs trapping her face between your legs. You cried out, bucking gently against her as you rode out your orgasm.

“Shhh, love, it’s okay” Wanda whispered gently, rubbing your sides with a gentle softness that would surprise anyone after that.

She pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, her eyes darkening again as she did so. “Breathe, lovely. I promise you- well I can’t promise that. But we’ll be here all night” Wanda whispered to you, your only response being a quiet moan.

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[elysianmadness]

Neighbors

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[planetwaynez]

The feeling of him.

Today I present you all with Dick Grayson imagine. Tomorrow, who knows?

Dick Grayson × GN! Reader

WARNINGS: make out session; kinda of poetic writing; probably misspelling; sexual tension

Dick Grayson. The name of the object of your desire.

You can't help yourself every time he touches your waist softly, because you know that when he does that he will kiss your lips, after asking in a whisper if he can. 

He is lovely to watch when he dances around the living room. He is lovely to watch when he talks and when he smiles. 

You can't help yourself. 

Dick is standing in front of you. The ballroom is full of people but you only have eyes for each other. Sparkling eyes and sweet smiles is what guides your nights in the high class of Gotham when you can't take to cynicals and the sugar-coated mean comments about your body. 

You hold his hand tightly. Dick takes you to the middle of the ballroom, to dance with the other couples. One of his hands rests on your waist and one of your hands on his shoulder. He guides your moves softly, almost as if you weren't touching the ground of each other. 

You smile at him and he smiles at you. It 's soft. It 's sweet. And you want him forever. 

When the dance is over, Dick takes you out of the ballroom, to the library to have a moment to yourselves. You love the gala's that Bruce hosts, but sometimes it's too much and Dick absolutely agrees with you.

He sits down in one of the couches, watching you as you walk around the bookshelves, admiring the books and the architecture of the room. He smiles. 

You look at him, cheeks red and glowing skin. Dick motions to you to get closer to him, and you do, because feeling his touches is like feeling at ease in the world. 

He holds your hand and tucks you closer, you climb into his lap and look at him, deep in his eyes you can see his love and admiration. You hope he can see the same in yours. 

Quickly, you packed his lips with yours. Dick giggles. One of his hands goes to your cheek, softly stroking your skin. Your hands go to his hair and softly caress his scalp. He makes soft content noises, closing his eyes and chasing your lips. 

You meet him halfway, feeling his lips against yours gives you goosebumps. You open your lips slightly, feeling his tongue meeting yours slowly, making you grip his hair, pulling low sounds from him, coming from his chest. 

His hand on your cheek goes to your hair, tangling itself into the hairs in the nape of your neck. The hand on your waist grips you tightly. You let a whimper escape your lips. Dick smiles.

You pull back, and admire his features. His tanned cheeks are glowing red, his eyes sparkling and swollen lips. You let your hands rest on his shoulders, and his hands rest on your tights. 

"Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight, my love?" His voice is low and you nod, looking away. 

"You did, in fact, tell me that." Then there's that moment where you just stare at each other, panting and smiling. 

"Good. You deserve all the good things." You can feel your cheeks warming even more and he giggles like a teenager. 

"Thank you." 

"Don't need to thank me, my love." Dick says, getting closer again. His hands grip your tights making your breath hitch. 

The air seems heavier, and you love the way he makes you feel. He loves the way he makes you feel. 

Dick can feel his heart beating against his throat and he can feel your nails digging into his shoulders. 

Dick kisses you again, strongly meeting your needs with his. You stroke his tongue and he moans softly against your lips. You smile. 

"I think we should go home." You tell him and Dick needs a moment to gather himself to answer you. If he could, he would have you right there, but he has better plans for you. 

"Of course, my love." 

So you leave, holding hands and warming cheeks. You can't wait to have him all night. 

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[lilveeblog]

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❤︎︎ hi !! i'm vee. i write age regression stories and post them here! most are criminal minds fan ficitons because it's just impossible not to pair my comfort show with my ultimate comfort (regressing).

i'm a regressor myself (due to trauma) and it's often involuntary . this will sometimes be shared here but otherwise, this account is managed by the adult side of me (who is 19). i'm a big fan of bluey, my little pony, sofia the first and all things soft. pls be nice and gentle here, share my stories, send in requests and interact ! i promise i don't bite hehe.

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[venus-writes-poetry]

I am in grief-

Overcome by the sadness and over abundance of love for an era that has ended

For the happiness I held in my heart because I don’t know when It will return

Between drastic changes, leaving them behind, and the brown grayness that will soon replace the warm earthly bliss of summer

I am lost awaiting the feeling of life again

~venus.writes.poetry

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[poemsbyvee]

goodbye mum

this is a work of general fiction

tw: death, funeral

short story . 1k words.

A sombre cloud settled silently upon the church, encasing the stone and seeping through the gaps; peering in on the crying loved ones. The bronze church bells tolled in rhythm to the beating broken hearts. The greying sky began to weep mourning alongside us fragile family members.

Sadness was everywhere.

The priest's empathetic voice left his mouth and wrapped itself around everyone, hugging each of us. His words cradled me as I cried inconsolably. My body racked but my cries were silent and ragged. As my lungs screamed for oxygen, my heart screamed for her; I couldn't live without either.

In front, my blurry eyes could make out the shape of her ebony casket rimmed with gold. The lid was open and the pure, white silk threatened to spill from the edges. I knew that soon, sooner than I'd like, I'd have to face the deathly, cold face of my mother. Pain surged through my chest creating bile in my throat and an acid taste in my mouth. I couldn't. I just ... couldn't.

A melancholy chorus of 'Amen' echoed around the stone walls and fell heavily upon my shoulders. It was over but now it was time. I took a deep steady breath and lifted my tear-stained face. A procession of obsidian had begun to form down the steps meaning my brother and I would be last.

I turned to him with drained eyes and studied his emotionless face. Since he took his seat in the pew he'd been catatonic and I didn't want to disturb him. Nevertheless, I reached my shaky, wan hand out to his and wrapped my fingers around his. He didn't react. I didn't expect him to but I had to feel something: someone. I leaned towards him and let a few more salty tears flow from my eyes. Putting my head on his shoulder, I took in his floral scent. He'd been around flowers; he'd been around her flowers.

A while later, I wasn't sure how long specifically, I felt him slump back against the pew. I had wrapped my arm around his and was holding him but then, I felt his comforting arm wrap around my shoulder and pull me close against him. He took a deep, steady breath and I heard it rasp in his chest. I kept my eyes closed but brushed my cheek against the fresh, pearl rose which was tucked into his pocket. Mum's favourite.

"It's our turn," he mused and left a lingering squeeze on my shoulder before moving from his seat. He was right. The church had been deserted all except for the priest. His hands were folded in front of him and his white gown hung from his shoulders. The afternoon sun shone through the stained-glass windows creating an ethereal aroma about him. An angel, I thought. A smile, as gentle as a mother's touch, spread lightly across his face, filling me with a sense of warmth I had missed the last few weeks.

I watched with anticipation as my brother took his reluctant steps towards the casket. His hand trembled as it reached out to brush the polished wood and I heard him choke back a sob. I couldn't take my eyes off him yet my feet were rooted to the spot. His shoulders jerked as cries consumed his body. I couldn't not go to him. But I couldn't see her. I focused on the priest and pleaded silently with him but he only nodded, once. He knew what I had to do. I knew what I had to do.

Gingerly, I closed my eyes and willed up the courage. It's time to say goodbye. I took one step but my legs were weak and I felt as if I wasn't even walking at all- perhaps floating. Another step. An acrid taste filled my mouth but I swallowed back the sickness; not now, I told myself. I pushed my chest higher and lifted up my chin. I couldn't let my crown fall for the Queen. Once I was close enough, I reached my hand out and clasped it onto my brother's shaking shoulder in order to comfort him but myself too. We were in this together- now and forever.

I blinked back the stinging tears as my eyes fell on my mum. Her eyes were closed, sadly covering her once beautiful chocolate-coloured irises. Yet, her greying hair had been styled perfectly and her makeup was applied flawlessly making her look young, healthy and, well, alive. I felt my brother's hot tears seep through my shirt and soak my shoulder but I didn't mind, I was consumed by the sight of my mum. She was only sleeping, I thought. I wondered what she could be dreaming about. A soft smile formed on my face, like a shy toddler on their first day of school, for the first time since I'd last heard her voice. She wasn't really gone. I will hear her sing again. I will watch her sew again and smell her bake again. I will feel her again.

Before I could stop myself, my hand reached into the casket and held her hand in mine. Cold. Impulsively, I put gentle pressure on her wrist with two of my fingers. Nothing.

I gulped. She was gone.

I watched as my brother's hand placed itself around my wrist and pulled my hand from my mother's. I heard a wrangled cry escape my lips but then smelt his earthy aroma. The soft rose petals pressed against my cheek and his strong hand weaved itself into my auburn hair. I heard his comforting whispers dance into my ears as he cradled me.

"Goodbye, Mum," he hushed.

"Goodbye, Mum," I echoed. My eyes glanced back to the milky silk as the priest's frail hand closed the lid and all the breath and strength I had within me evaporated at its instant leaving my brother and I crying desperately at her feet as if we were her crying babies once again.

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[golden--cherries]

Merry Christmas Eve <3

i rewrote a Christmas Eve fic from last year that i loathed ~ ��

#soukoku #dazai x chuuya #bungo stray dogs #venus writes

[venus-light]

What we seek, however, is not power over people, but the power of control of our own destiny:

ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!

// Become Ungovernable, Medium // BLACK PANTHER PARTY’S FREE BREAKFAST PROGRAM (1969-1980) // The Genius of Huey P. Newton, CounterPunch // Abi Thorn’s Trans Power Speech Transcript // Nina Cried Power, Hozier ft. Mavis Staples // Jackboot Jump, Hozier // Backlash Blues, Nina Simone // Be, Hozier // Take Me To Church, Hozier // Tomorrow is My Turn, Nina Simone

#web weaving #become ungovernable #alternative ways of being #trans rights #trans power #black panther party #black lives matter #huey newton #all power to the people #trans positivity #hozier #poetry #trans liberation #mavis staples #nina cried power #nina simone #abigail thorn #philosophy tube #philosophy #black power #queer history #black history #venus writes #dandelions #sociology #power to the people #queer joy #favourites #mine

[haunting-venus]

line 'em up and measure ↳ lo'ak sully x male!human!reader

content warnings | smut ( mdni ), characters are aged up, brief description of wounds, slight intoxication, mutual masturbation, literal dick measuring contest, xenophilia ( alien biology ), dirty talk, praise

word count: 3995

notes | this was originally supposed to be for the last day of @eywaite and @tallulah477 romancing pandora event, but life got in the way. still, i couldn't get this out of my head so please enjoy this now !

na'vi dictionary | narlor — beautiful ( visually )

It was stupid—absolutely fucking insane, really—the situation you’ve planted yourself in. You knew you were a trespasser, not looked upon with any grace by Eywa on this exomoon but fuck, this must be some kind of sick joke.

“Dude, my dick is definitely nicer than yours.” Lo’ak’s cheeks are flushed with alcohol, grin toothy and shit-eating as his knee bumps yours.

You’d come across the Omatikaya purely by chance—a lone xenobotanist presumed dead after the tragic and fiery crash of your research team’s buggy in the depths of Pandora’s forests. You’d been warned about the local indigenous population, of course, and had been explicitly told your group was not important enough to risk more lives should you fuck up this exploration.

No one was looking for you, and you were alone on an alien planet with nothing but a scalpel and a faulty research tablet.

You’d wandered for hours, bleeding and disoriented, ears ringing with the impact of your buggy into the tree and heart pounding in fear at the inescapable situation you were now in. You were certain that you were smaller than anything in this forest, and that your sluggishly bleeding wounds and pounding headache would soon make you easy prey for whatever roamed in these woods.

You’d thought the time had finally come as you gasped against a tree for air, vision blurring with pain as your legs shook with the exertion to keep you upright. The air was rife with beastly screeching, the sound so high-pitched you thought briefly that this might be what death sounds like. The deafening flapping of giant wings had you scrambling to the forest floor, using the last of your strength to move pitifully away from the gnashing jaws of the creature who landed in front of you.

You were able to catch a glimpse of worried golden eyes and a lean blue frame that towered over you before the world slipped into inky blackness.

You’d learned afterwards that the Omatikaya did routine patrols in the areas known to the RDA, scheduled bouts of precautionary scouting should the Earth’s military ever stray too far from their boundaries. Well, you’d strayed a lot, apparently.

The man who’d saved you had carried you in a princess hold before the chief, his strong arm holding up your back and looped under your bent knees. It should’ve been embarrassing, you thought, a grown man having to be carried like a ragdoll by a stranger who was bargaining for your life to be saved. Then again, you didn’t exactly have time to worry about how tough you looked when you were on the verge of slipping unconscious again.

It had taken over a week in the medical care of the nearby human outpost before you were on your feet again, body weak from dehydration and healing minor fractures. The man who saved you, Lo’ak, came to check on you regularly, asking questions about your life and your intentions—how you’d wandered into the Omaticaya borders, why you were traveling in the forest, if you had any trackers on you, if anyone was following you.

After several days of him poking and prodding at you with questions, he returned with a much more intimidating man at his back—The chief, Jake Sully, adorned in ornate feathered regalia and a stern expression.

You knew you were best off telling the truth—you were a researcher with many injuries, nowhere else to go, and of no harm to any of the People. You’d even offered to leave once you healed, return to the RDA encampment with tight lips and fake amnesia, though Jake Sully had quickly brushed that off. It was in the People’s best interest that the RDA never knew you came in contact with them, and the only way you could do that was by never returning.

You were met with a mix of fear and anger from the local population. You were an intruder, an unwanted reminder of just how closely war knocked at their doorstep. It would’ve been easy to feel isolated, a bird without a nest.

Except you were surrounded with the most incredible flora and fauna you had ever laid your eyes on, the lands near the village so much more rife with life than the secluded bases of the RDA. The scientists at the outpost just outside the village welcomed you eagerly, sharing their notes and knowledge and living space with open arms. Then, of course, there was Lo’ak.

Lo’ak was a friend, one of the few that you’d acquired in the months since the crash. Turns out, one of his best friends was a human boy who’d grown up in the labs outside the Na’vi encampments, Spider, so he was neither scared nor angry with you. He was mostly curious, poking and prodding you with questions about Earth and showing you hidden wonders of the Forest when he got a rare day off.

He was also damn beautiful—tall and indigo-skinned, with lean muscles and swirling tattoos over the length of his strong arms and the curve of his ribs. You would be able to get over your little infatuation with some ease, you’d met plenty of good-looking people in your life, except he wasn’t just beautiful. He was fucking kind too, and it drove you nuts. 

So yes, Lo’ak was beautiful, funny and kind. He made you feel safe and wanted in a world that wanted to kill you at every turn, and he did it with the most endearingly toothy smile you’d ever seen.

He was also the chief’s son, which made him explicitly off-limits even if you did have any chance in any multiverse of getting to be with him. Which was exactly why you shouldn’t be in this situation right now, lazing together on a couch that is far too small for the two of you, passing a leather flask of pxir that was quickly emptying.

You must have been more drunk than you thought, letting the rogue idea slip between your teeth. It was supposed to be a joke, really—a dumb quip about how much you missed getting dicked down back on Earth. Your options were extremely limited, even more than they had been in the RDA outpost. At least over there there had been some sexually repressed military guys to get it on with. Here, everyone was either decades your senior, or definitely not your type.

“You just need to get some Na’vi cock. It’ll make you forget all about whatever puny action you were getting on Earth, bro.” Lo’ak laughed

 You were two young men, tipsy and comfortable with one another, it was completely natural to talk about sex. You knew that the Na’vi were extremely comfortable with sex, seeing it as a connection between life forms, something natural and beautiful. Plus, humans were inherently curious, not to mention repressed and hormonal. You figured that sexual experimentation between the two species was something nearly inevitable.

Still, it made you hot beneath the collar, having Lo’ak’s eyes so keen on you with hazy comfort as he suggests you get down and dirty with a Na’vi. With someone like him.

“Hey, watch how you talk about human cock. I’ve still got one, dude.” You scoff, taking another deep swig of the bitter alcohol. It’s always been so easy this way, hiding your discomfort behind sarcasm and dumb jokes. “Besides, it can’t be all that different.”

“Dude, my dick is definitely nicer than yours.”

It should be insulting. It is insulting, you tell yourself. That’s why your cheeks flush so devastatingly red, definitely. “Oh, fuck you, pretty boy. If that’s what you tell yourself to sleep at night, go ahead.”

“Well, there’s one way to find out.” Lo’ak’s eyes glisten with amusement, obviously reveling in the dumbstruck look on your face.

That was another thing you’d come to love about Lo’ak. He was always competitive, even over the stupidest things, even with stuff that will get him smacked or killed. He jumps at any opportunity to prove to himself and others that he was capable and brave. It usually made your heart flutter with admiration, now it just puts you on edge.

“You’re not seriously suggesting to whip it out, are you?” You chuckle

“What, you’re scared I might be right?” He goads.You’re about to deny him, about to insist you’ve had too much to drink when you’re barely even feeling a buzz so you can  

Except that Lo’ak is already pulling his hips up from the couch, moving to sit up on the arm of the seat so he can untie his loincloth. His muscled torso stretches while he extends his body, black swirling lines of tattoos he acquired with the reef tribes etched down his ribs and tapering just at the edge of the v-line leading into his bottoms.

It’s completely stupid and irrational. It’s definitely something that could get you smacked or even exiled if people found out. Hell, Lo’ak could never talk to you again if he knew what dirty things were running through your mind. It’s also the start of every stupid, dirty fantasy you’ve been unable to repress for months.

If you were a stronger man, you’d get up and leave. Except, you’re not.

“Alright, pretty boy. Put your money where your mouth is.”

Lo’ak’s grin is a little smaller than before, still confident but edged with something that seems bashful, his tail swinging leisurely behind him. It only takes a few tugs of his practiced fingers for the leather of his loincloth to loosen, then fall to the tiled ground of your room.

You feel ashamed for looking, even though that was the whole point of this stupid competition, if it could even be called that. You try to keep your face neutral as Lo’ak lighty spreads his legs, brows furrowing a bit. The apex of Lo’ak’s legs resembles more of a human female’s anatomy than anything. His skin is smooth, hairless just as the rest of his body, the darker stripes on his skin narrowing to a slit in his crotch

You swallow heavily, tucking one of your legs up to your chest to hopefully obscure the growing bulge in your shorts. You try to keep your voice even, teasing, even as it shakes. “From where I’m standing, looks like there’s nothing to compare, bro.”

“Fuck off, just give me a second.” Lo’ak mutters, cheeks warm as he brings a hand between his own legs. “Only humans are dumb enough to have their shit hanging out all the damn time.”

You’re glad to see a flush on Lo’ak’s cheeks, hear the gruff rasp of his voice. It’s comforting to know you’re not the only one a little affected, and you feel a bit of hope blossom inside your chest.

His fingers move between his legs, parting the slit with soft movements, his fingers shining with slick between his legs as he coaxes the opening open. He keeps his lips tight, chest moving with heavy breaths at each of his own touches.

Your eyes are rapt at his every movement, heart pounding .You briefly wonder if this is how he touches himself when he’s all alone, if he makes the same heavy breaths and twitches of his ears.

It takes only moments for something to begin breaching the folds of Lo’ak’s slit, his breath coming a little heavier. Slowly, a cock emerges from the sheath inside his body, a lighter shade of blue tapering to pinkish at the tip. There’s no balls that follow it, though the base seems a bit swollen as he hangs at half-mast before you. 

“Whoa.” You clear your throat quickly, averting your gaze from Lo’ak’s laughing eyes. “Thought you’d be bigger, honestly.”

It’s a big fat lie, and an obvious one too. Even without being fully hard, Lo’ak’s cock almost easily matches the length of your forearm.

“Oh, fuck off. I can smell you, you know. I know just what you think of your first Na’vi cock.” His tone isn’t malicious, just teasing, each word laced with 

Your face flushes, fingers twitching anxiously against your thigh that still sits tucked up against you. It’s easy to forget how superior Na’vi senses are when you spend so little time with them, especially outside of the lab. You briefly wonder if Lo’ak has been able to tell every time you’ve felt a flare of arousal in his presence, if he had connected the dots that your brain constantly wandered to your filthiest thoughts in his presence.

He leans forward, pressing one hand on the arm of the couch behind you. He’s close now, his breath near ghosting over your face as his eyes search yours. “Your turn. Not much of a competition if I’m the only one showing off, now is it?”

This is quickly treading into dangerous territory, something that sobers you up quicker than any water of coffee could. Lo’ak’s hand is still cradling his length, just ghosting lightly along the enlarged base as he leans over you with his muscled body. You know you’re hard, can feel the blood rushing from your head to pound between your thighs, can feel your length pressing uncomfortably against the cotton of your shorts. Unlike him, there’s nowhere for you to hide, no way to conceal just how affected you are.

You feel like you’re free-falling, diving head first into all the emotions you’d convinced yourself would be better off tucked away. Part of you wanted to keep it all at arm’s length, to let this be a moment of lust, another memory to be tucked away. The other part wanted to jump in feet first, consequences be damned, fuck the fallout.

You steel your nerves as Lo’ak backs off a little, giving you the space to undo the buttons of your pants. You know you can end this all with a few words, that if it really bothered you Lo’ak would forget this ever happened and never bring it up again, because he was that kind of guy. Except, you’re sure you aren’t imagining the lingering heat in Lo’ak’s gaze, or the excited flick of his tail as his eyes follow the movements of your fingers as you drop your pants.

You don’t need visual confirmation to know you’re already hard and leaking, the tip of your cock red and aching as your fingers ghost along your thighs.

“Looks like I win.” Lo’ak’s voice is breathier than before, his knee brushing against your leg as he lingers closely to you. His hand still sits close to his own cock, which has made no signs of retreating back into his body.

“Okay, you’re obviously gonna be bigger than me. You’re a fucking giant.” Your face flushes, trying to ignore the throb in your cock as Lo’ak’s eyes trail across your body.

“Don’t be so hateful, bro. No one likes a sore loser.” 

“Yeah, well, at least I have more stamina than you.” It’s so easy to slip back into teasing sarcasm, like a shield you can put around yourself to keep all the confusing emotions at arm’s length. It helps you feel some control that has been steadily slipping away, grasp onto some sort of reality.

Lo’ak just chuckles lowly. “More stamina? I’m a trained warrior, bro. Stamina is my game.”

You snort, trying desperately to forget the fact that you’re both naked beneath the waist. “You’re the most reckless fucker I’ve ever met. I bet you blow your load in two seconds.”

“Oh, come on, you’re the pent up little scientist. You really think you can last longer than me?” Lo’ak’s voice deepens, one of his hands trailing up across the outside of your thigh as he shadows over you.

“Try me.”

Lo’ak’s mouth is on yours before you have a chance to regret the challenge. He’s so much bigger than you, and the way his entire mouth encompasses yours is strange but not unpleasant. One of his hands eagerly comes up under your shirt and along your ribs, the other holding up his weight on the couch behind you. You run your fingers up along the planes of his body, tracing the ridges of his ribs and the curve of his shoulders, to embed them in your memory.

He gasps as he pulls away from you, his hips dipping to nudge his hardening cock against your hip as he leaves a line of wet kisses from the corner of your mouth to underneath your jaw. You vaguely register his tail thumping excitedly into the plush of the couch, the way his ears twitch forward to catch every hitch of your breathing.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” Lo’ak’s voice mumbles across your skin, canines grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he pushes himself closer to you.

“Touch yourself.” You gasp, tightening your grip on Lo’ak’s bicep as he pushes his hips down into you.

Lo’ak pauses. “What?”

“Come on, you wanted to talk a big game. Let’s see how long you really last.” Your grin is devilish, edged with excitement and desire as you trail your fingers teasingly across the muscle of his arms. You delight in the little shiver that passes through him.

“Wouldn’t you rather be the one to touch me?” His voice is raspy, breathless as he nibbles along the curve of your neck.

“Oh, where’s the fun in that, pretty boy?” You bite your lip in a grin, resting your forehead along his own. “We want this to be a fair trial, and having my skilled hands on you could definitely skew the results.”

Lo’ak laughs, removing his hand reluctantly from your ribs to palm along his own cock. “Fine, no touching. For your results.”

You can feel yourself steadily losing control as you lean back and watch Lo’ak—the way he teasingly trails his fingers down his own chest and across his cock, the little gasp he lets out when he tightens his fingers around the base, the desperate hitching of his hips as he keeps his eyes firmly on you as he works himself over.

Lo’ak’s eyes flick expectantly towards your own hard cock, moaning loud as he finally sees you grip yourself in your palm. You’re so sensitive and it’s been so long, each touch feels magnified with Lo’ak above you, watching your every move with panting breaths. Lo’ak slows his movements on himself a bit, moving to grip himself at the swollen base of his cock. His reaction is immediate, a deep groan vibrating through his chest as his eyes roll a bit.

You tighten your grip on the base, heat shooting through you as you drink in the sounds of Lo’ak’s moans. Fuck, of course he’s loud. Your lips brush against his own as you speak. “Jesus, the sounds you make are fucking incredible.” 

A knowing smile reaches across Lo’ak’s flushed face. He parts his lips to run over yours, drinking in the sigh you let out. “Really? Well, you’ve got a pretty incredible mouth too.”

“S-shut up-” You gasp. You know you should go slow because some stupid part of you still wants to win, to make Lo’ak come undone first because of you. Yet, you can’t help the way your fist tightens at each wet little gasp coming from Lo’ak’s mouth, the way your hand quickens around yourself as you watch his pretty cock move through his fist.

“It’s true. You don’t know how many times I’ve done this thinking of your stupid smart mouth, how it would feel.” Your breath hitches at Lo’ak’s words, each breath emphasized with the roll of his hips into his own fist.

“Oh, oh, shit.” You know your desperation is seeping into your tone, suppressed moans barely being hidden by your gritted teeth. You’ve always been weak to Lo’ak, and now is no exception, especially now with the admission that he’s thought of you before.

“You look so sexy like this, all spread out under me. You know, you’re always calling me pretty boy but you’re putting me to shame here, narlor.” Lo’ak’s eyes are hazy but calculating, watching each expression on your face as the filth he’s saying echoes into the air around you. He has a look in his eye, like he knows he’s winning.

“Oh fuck you.” You groan, your hips moving desperately up into your hand. You can feel the heat of Lo’ak’s body encompassing you, the head of your cock brushing against his leg with each movement of your hips. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Hah, really?” Lo’ak gasps. The sly grin that comes across his face is all the confirmation you need.

“You’re trying to get me off, by…by saying that stuff. I-it’s cheating.” You moan as your fingers snag against the head of your cock, catching the precum leaking from your tip to slicken the slide of your fist.

“Oh, that wasn’t in the rules,” he teases, licking a stripe up your neck. He lowers himself closer to you, the head of his cock bumping against your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. “Not my fault I can’t stop thinking how perfect you’d feel wrapped around me.”

Fuck, you don’t know if he means your mouth or your ass but it really doesn’t matter, either one of the images sending your brain into a frenzy. A moan rips through you, fingers twisting around your cock. It’s so easy to picture how Lo’ak would look inside you, or how he would fall apart on your fingers. It has you hurtling dangerously close to the edge.

Your breath quickens as you look up into Lo’ak’s eyes, dark pools ringed with the slightest amount of gold. His tail coils around himself, wrapping possessively around your shin.

“Fuck, look at you. It’s like you’re out of a wet dream.” Lo’ak grits his teeth, pushing his cock up against you as he strokes himself. You can see the slick from his slit dripping across his cock and down his thighs, a sweet and musky smell coating the air.

“Hah, have a lot of d-dreams about me?” You tease, but your voice is thready, more pleading than asking.

He grins against your lips. “Maybe. Wouldn’t you like to know.”

And fuck the thought has you reeling. It’s so easy to see Lo’ak in your mind, waking up hot and needy to dirty thoughts of you, half-asleep as he stuffs a fist in his mouth and strokes himself to completion with your name on his lips.

“S-shit, shit, Lo’ak, I-” your breaths come in quick gasps, too turned on to care about any embarrassing sounds that are leaking from your throat.Your body is thrumming with energy as heat coils tightly in your stomach.

“I want you to come, narlor. Right now, on me.” Lo’ak groans and you can feel his fist bumping into your hip with his rapid movements. Your eyes are clenched shut, riding the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm 

“Come, let me see it. Now.” His voice is urgent, pleading.

“Oh, f—uh-”

The muscles in your thighs clench as you buck up into your fist, your cock bumping Lo’ak as you come across your fist and stomach, smearing your release onto your partner with each movement onto Lo’ak. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder, a moan tumbling from your throat as you come harder than you ever had. Maybe there was something to Lo’ak’s theory about Na’vi cock after all.

Lo’ak isn’t far behind you, panting into your mouth as his hips move unsteadily against you. His throat strains around a loud groan, and you’re able to open your eyes just soon enough to see his face scrunch in pleasure, ears twitching with each rolling wave of pleasure pulsing through him. 

You try to commit the look to memory, down to the lopsided and dopey grin that stretches across his face. Lo’ak sighs with satisfaction, his dirty hand coming to rub softly across your hip. “Told you I would win.”

You can’t help the giddy smile that comes across your face, giving a peck to his grinning lips. “Best two out of three?”

#lo’ak x reader #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak sully #avatar smut #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #avatar #avatar fanfiction #smut #venus writes #romancingpandora2024 #male reader #lo'ak x male reader #lgbt #mlm

[marvelwomenarehot0]

𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, 𝑵𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕.

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY.

Warnings: Somnophelia, anal, kissing, pussy eating, there’s a bit of daddy in there, kidnapping? kind of? Strap being referred to as a cock, praise, bad spelling, and lmk if I missed anything!!

summary: It’s cold, rains pouring, and who would deny a ride from a beautiful lady?

Notes: First fic of kinktober is here!!!!! this was requested by my lovely Rémi!!! @cthulhus-curse thank you very much <3 and I hope you all enjoy! my requests are open for more kinktober fics!

Word count: 1382

A bit of thunder crashed, the rain falling harder onto your freezing frame. You were tired, cold, and seriously needed to sit down. With a deep breath you gazed around at the closed stores- it had been such a stupid idea to go out. Your friends had ditched you for some guys and you were left on your own with a dead phone.

You kept walking, thunder sounding again and you looked ip at the cloudy and dark sky with a huff. Out of the corner of your eye you could see a car sliding next to you. (Does that make sense?) The window rolled down, a brunette woman peering over.

She easily had to be the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen. From her hair to her eyes to her face, everything about her attracted you. The girl gave a soft smile before she spoke.

“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be out here, especially not in this weather. If you’d like, I can give you a ride?”

The offer was sealed into your heart, you nodded a bit, not even taking into account that nobody was around to see you get into a total strangers car to who knows where.

With a long sigh you climbed into the car, gazing around on the inside. The girl passed you a towel and a small blanket, which you accepted gratefully.

“My names Kate, and yours?”

You mustered up a cold smile again. “Y/N”

Kate nodded a little bit, biting at her lip as she stared at you for a moment. Her eyes scanned over you and she rolled her window back up after a few moments.

The car began driving again and you leaned back into the seat, yawning. You got yourself comfortable with the blanket and closed your eyes. Mistake number 2, don’t fall asleep in a strangers car when you have no idea where you are or barely know who they are.

A few hours passed, and you started waking up. You gazed down to realize the fact that you were changed, completely, and you bit your cheek a little as you looked around. The home itself was wonderful, big and luxurious and meant to catch eyes.

When you went to sit up, you realized that you couldn’t. Your brows furrowed and you looked up at your hands, noticing the purple rope that was secured tightly. You pulled hard, looking around desperately for anything to help you get out.

“You’re awake” A raspy voice said, moving closer to you. You recognized her from earlier- Kate. The same woman who had picked you up. A shiver went down your spine as she gently cupped your cheek, a whine following.

“Let me g-“ you gagged as Kate shoved her fingers into your mouth to shut you up. She bit her lip a little as she watched you gag and eventually start sucking on her fingers.

“That won’t be happening. Not ever, not now. I can promise you that. Doesn’t that make you happy? You’ll never have fo worry about deadbeat friends, or someone who will ditch you, I’m always going to be here, right with you, forever, and ever” Kate whispered, reveling in the fear in your eyes.

*•Two Weeks Later•*

You had learned that kate wasn’t necessarily cruel. She was fair, and my god did she cook a good meal. Kate gave you anything and everything you wanted. Except outside. You weren’t allowed outside, or to use the tv without her present. You had warmed up to her touches, and often fell asleep in the brunettes arms.

Kate was getting impatient. How could she wait everyday for you? She needed hou now. And there was no time to wait any longer. She got up, walking her way into her room. She knew you were asleep as she crawled into bed behind you, a whimper falling from her lips.

Her hands reached around and under your shirt, leaving small gentle kisses on your neck as she did so. They weren’t small for long and she began making marks as well. Kate squeezed and pinched at your nipples, gently grinding against you.

You didn’t wake yet, your mouth parting a bit. Kate snuck a hand down into your panties, gliding her hand over you bush before she rubbed at your clit. A soft whimper fell from her lips as she tugged off the pants you had on to see the glory of your pussy.

There was no time wasted for her as she pried your legs fully apart, dipping her head between your legs to get a full view. It made her mouth water and she licked long, groaning to herself at your taste. Her nose buried itself on her clit as she ate you out like it was her final meal. You had already begun waking up and by then the moans were flowing so freely from your mouth.

Kate are you out till your legs began shaking hard, and right before you came she pulled away, licking her lips as she stared down at you. This repeated for a while, and Kate never let you come. Not yet. The brunette stood up and grabbed something from her closet, securing it around her hips as she sauntered over to you. There was something so hot about it.

“Come suck daddy’s cock baby” she whispered, grabbing your head and watching you as you took her faux dick into your mouth. Kate thrusted a little, watching you gag and loving the way tears formed and fell down your face. Kate didn’t stop, not until she deemed it was ready and she pulled you off.

Strings of saliva and drool caught on your chin and you wiped it a little as kate flipped you onto your stomach. She bit her lip as she squished at your ass, spreading them. She whined loudly as she slowly pushed into hou. Kate gazed down at your face and pressed loud kisses to try and calm you down.

When you did calm down, kate didn’t necessarily start slow. She was like an animal, thrusts hard and fast as she growled and grunted into your ear, skin slapping hard against each other. One hand held her up, the other taking your hair and tugging you up to kiss you.

The kiss was a mess of teeth clashing and tongues fighting. Kate eventually pulled away, breathing heavy as you approached your orgasm. Kate let you, groaning loudly as she watched you cum. “Good girl, fuck, you’re so good” she whispered, still thrusting softly into you as she watched it.

You had never experienced a feeling so damn amazing before, you were in utter euphoria for a bit. You couldn’t believe how good that felt. Kate slowly pulled out, humming as she rubbed your stomach softly, squeezing a little as she did so.

Kate eventually thrusted back inside of you, and that was the rest of the night. Screams of pleasure and moans as Kate pounded you till you could no longer use your voice, till your legs no longer worked, and till your pussy was so sore the slightest touch could’ve made you cum.

There was no doubt Kate helped you afterwards, she discarded the strap and lifted you up, turning on her gigantic bath. You were breathing quietly, pressed against her chest to listen to her heartbeat. It calmed you, beyond what you’d ever known.

That night she bathed you and washed you, whispering soft words to you. When you got out, she dried you and helped you brush your teeth and hair, pressing s kiss to your head as she brought you back to bed. Kate pressed you against her and kissed your cheek.

“Goodnight princess” She whispered, smiling at you.

Even if you had been taken, you had to say it was the absolute best thing that’s ever happened to you.

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[elysianmadness]

Backup blog: @elysianmalice

Venus | She/they | Young Adult (Not under 18, not over 30) | Switch, sub-leaning | Lesbian | Carrd | Other Socials

KINK SIDEBLOG: @diaper-dyke

I post a lot about human rights, kink, freedom of expression, and sapphic stuff. If that's not your cup of tea (I sure fucking hope the first one is), then the door is to the left. If you don't want me following you, hardblock me. Please, for the love of god, do not softblock me as I have a terrible memory and will probably end up just refollowing you.

DO NOT REBLOG MY POSTS IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AI SCRAPING DISABLED ON YOUR BLOG.

18+ only, no exceptions. Minors and MIK supporters fuck off. Ageless bios will be blocked (18+ counts as an age in my book).

I stand with Palestine and other occupied nations. You are not welcome here if you are pro-Israel. You are not welcome here if you think what is happening in Gaza and West Bank is anything other than genocide of Palestinians. Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Rightwingers, TERFs, and exclusionists kill yourselves.

I write and fantasize about lesbian/sapphic stuff, both SFW and NSFW. I explore all sorts of different kinks and dynamics in my writing, though the most common kink in my works is MDLG, both SFW and NSFW aspects of it.

If it wasn't obvious enough considering my blog centers around a "problematic" kink, I am pro-kink and anti-censorship/proship (though I think the later term is not useful considering that being anti-censorship is not just a fandom thing). If you are against kink, and/or you support censorship and harassment over fiction, get the fuck out.

My blog runs almost entirely on a queue unless it's about human rights matters or mutual aid, which I'll post right away instead of queueing.

I am single and not actively looking for longterm commitment, but if I happen to click with someone on here then I won't complain. I'm also happy to make friends, though I ask that only mutuals DM me (and men please don't DM me even if we are mutuals).

My blog is sapphic-centered and I won't be changing any of my posts to accomodate non-sapphics. I don't care if men follow me, but I don't want you DMing me, sending me kink-related asks, or adding onto my NSFW posts. I will ignore and block you.

Please don't be afraid to send me asks! Send me your dirty fantasies. Tell me about what you want to do to me. Even send me an RP ask or two, I'll RP back when I answer! I love interacting with people in an anonymous setting, and I love to see what other people might fantasize about. The only asks that I won't answer are ones that are hateful or relate to any of my hard limits.

To see all of my publicly available stories, please check out the #venus writes tag on my blog. Or, alternatively, you can visit my AO3!

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[planetwaynez]

Overflowing feelings.

Jason Todd X gn!reader.

I couldn't sleep so I wrote this to bring me some comfort and help me sleep by putting all my thoughts out. Probably there's a lot of spelling errors, so yep that's it.

It's pure fluff!!!!

Enjoy <3

The night sky is dark and full of stars, the hot summer night is comforting in a way Jason didn't thought it could ever be. In the background he can listen to you, fumbling through the kitchen, making something for both of you eat.

He just got home, it's nearly five in the morning and he is out of the shower and his body is sore tonight but the warm breeze that gets through the window, the sounds of the city and your self talking in the kitchen about the chores you'll have to do later that day makes Jason forget about all of the things that bothers him. The sore body, the sleep depravity, his empty stomach and that headache that is forming behind his eyes are not important right now.

Sometimes Jason is overflowed with love for you. It's overwhelming and it's scary but he doesn't push away anymore, because he learned how to embrace it and enjoy the feeling without letting his paranoia talk louder than his conscience. You thought him that.

And seeing you in the kitchen with the cutest pj's and a bed head is what get him going until he reaches the bed.

Jason walks towards you, lazy smile and the scent of his body wash, that is not the same as yours. It's a stronger, more mainly scent; You can feel your heart beating faster and your pulse against your neck when he hugs you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Mornin'" he says, husk voice and a tone of tiredness behind it.

"Mornin'" you answer back, leaning against him, letting his presence engulf you entirely. "You should be in bed." You tell him, finish his scramble eggs and toast. You got the same for yourself.

"You should be in bed." He retorts, highlight that you are the one with a civilian life, not him.

"Hm" that's your only answer as you turn around and gives him his plate. "We can argue about who should stay in the bed during the mornings after we get to bed."

Jason chuckles, your train of thought clearly affected by your tiredness and your still sleepy brain. He just agrees with you, letting you take the lead back to the bedroom.

When both of you seat down, under the covers and eat your food he feels normal. It's that time of his day where he feels like normalcy can be a thing for him, if he truly wanted. He watches you eat after he finishes, way faster than you, and take your beauty under the sunrise. You look at him and smile, getting your glass of water and drinking a little bit of it.

"Something wrong?" You question, looking deep into his teal eyes. You note that today they are more blue than green.

"Nothing is wrong, sweetheart." Jason tells you, still looking at you like if you hung the sun yourself.

"It seems like there's something wrong." You joke, pushing his bottoms to see if he tells you what is going through his mind.

"Just...it's nothing wrong." He says, drinking in every feature of your face, wondering how he got so lucky. You are beautiful, smart and kind. You are his everything. "I love you so much."

You feel the heat in your cheeks and your neck, you hope your blushing is not obvious and if it is, he doesn't point it out. He just grabs your plate and his and goes to the kitchen. In the sunbathed room you giggle to yourself, wondering what got him so emotional that morning.

When he comes back, Jason lays down and looks at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for cuddles, to be the small spoon. You nod and lays down too, slightly upwards in the bed, letting him rest his head on your chest and tangle his legs on yours. His large arms hugs your waist and you feel comfortable, safe and warm. You feel happy.

Jason can't help himself and gives your neck a little butterfly kiss. You run your hands through his hair and gives him a kiss on the crown of his head and he hums in satisfaction.

In the sunbathed room you two cuddle and fall asleep at the sound of the fan and the city in the background, focusing only in the harmony of your hearts together.

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[mournfulroses]

Rita Dove, from On the bus with Rosa Parks; Poems; "The Venus of Willendorf,"

#lit #rita dove #poetry #writings #words #selections #the venus of wilendorf #excerpt #fragments #on the bus with rosa parks #p

[venus-writes-poetry]

Venus holds no moons 🌙

#venus writes poetry #venus writes #poetry #moon #stars #moon and the stars #Venus