The Redemption Of Earl Nottingham

Meeting a dreamwalker

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#SYNOPSIS— headcanons on Tsu’tey meeting a dreamwalker

#WARNING(S)— implications of racial discrimination

#CHARACTER(S)— Tsu’tey te rangloa ateyitan

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You were one of the few people chosen to be part of the avatar program. Wether you were a scientist or a soldier matters greatly. If you were a scientist you wouldn’t have much contact with the na’vi not without Jake putting in a good word for you. You would be watched over by Tsu’tey and become ‘ one of the people ‘ In the beginning he is cruel and refuses to teach you anything. He does not trust you and believes you are here to only bring havoc. But seeing how dedicated you are to his home he gives you a chance.

He is harsh and often calls you ‘ demon‘ with upturned lips and tail lashing. But you do not mind, in return you call him with an endearing nickname. At first he is not bothered but curiosity nitpicks at him. At one point he ask what it means but you refuse to answer. He scoffs at your refusal, nose scrunching up, he blabbers about ‘ sky people nonsense ‘

This banter between you continues, and so does his familiarity with you. He often chaste you for being distracted in the forest. Calls you a ‘ baby ‘ for making too much noise— not that he minds. He finds it endearing when you talk his ear off about ‘ nature and its electrical connection ‘ all he has to offer is ‘ it is eywa ‘

As time goes on he subconsciously seeks you out most of the time. Doing things only a male would do if he were interested in a female. He shows off his hunting skills and his strength, boast about how he’s a great gather too. He does not realize his affection for you unless someone points it out. He is denial and refuses to acknowledge his feelings for you. He battles with himself, claiming that being with a dreamwalker is wrong.

However, seeing Jake with his ex betrothed the idea somehow becomes tempting to him. He is difficult during this time, unsure as how to take his fist step in this new relationship he wants to form. He seeks wisdom from the tree of souls or Mo’at. Once he accepts his feelings for you, he’ll properly start courting you. He won’t shy away from his ministrations and would be bold in his actions.

BEING HIS EX! LOVER

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#SYNOPSIS— being the ex lover of human Lyle Wainfleet and meeting yandere! Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

#WARNING(S)— yandere behavior, obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts, unhealthy fixation, stalking, personality crisis(?), delusion/illusion(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

When he first woke up he was confused, the last thing he remembered was signing papers to a project the RDA offered. They promised a large sum of money and what type of man would he be to deny that? To deny you that? It was more than enough to buy a house and settle down with you once he rotates back to earth with you. Or at least that’s what was suppose to happen. No— fate had other plans for him.

Turns out he’s been dead for sixteen years and recently brought back from the dead by project Phoenix. He felt invincible— he cheated death. Who else can brag about that? He was comfortable with who he became— sure it felt odd to look like the enemy but he got over it. He wasn’t them— no he was human on the inside; something you struggled to accept.

It took him quite a while to remember you, far too occupied with his new body and meeting the rest of his old comrades. It comes up quick— like a flash of thunder. He stills completely, pupils slitting as his tail laid flat unmoving. His teammates were confused from his sudden change of demeanor. It only took a second before he shouted your name running to any poor labcoat, he pestered them about your whereabouts. If you were still working for the RDA or rotated back to earth. To his surprise you were still working for the RDA— he was thrilled.

You were escorted to him, oddly confused from the unexpected summon. You were given no details but to accompany them quickly. When the doors open you were met with a na’vi with military gear on. Tail waggling and eyes brightening as they caught on to you. “Buttercup!”an endearment your ex boyfriend often called you. Your breath hitched as you stared up at him, eyes wide like craters. Unknown to him he didnt catch sight of your horror stricken face as he scooped you up in his arms laughing.

You were horrified to say the least— this na’vi had similarities of your ex boyfriend who died sixteen years ago. They had the same face, same goofy smile— everything. But it wasn’t him— this wasn’t him. You struggled agaisnt his embrace, clawing and screaming as you trashed. He placed you down, confused by your erratic behavior. The wheels in his head clicked, understanding why you were behaving like this. He placed a hand over his chest claiming that he was your boyfriend— that he is Lyle Wainfleet. They transferred his memories into this body in case anything happened to his human body.

His ears flattened agaisnt his head when he saw you shook your head “Lyle Wainfleet died in battle— he’s dead. You’re not him, you can talk like him, you can quack like him but you ain’t him. So who the fuck are you?“ You stormed off without another word with anger written in your face. You left him there with ears pinned down and tail droopy. His comrades tried cheering him up, claiming you’ll come around and accept him. But you didn’t— not once did you come back to him. If anything you ignored him— no matter how hard he tried, it was like he was invisible to you.

His heart ached for you, it wasn’t the same without you. You— the one person he adores and loved didn’t want him. Sure he is a clone but he still is the same man. He’s still the man you once fell in love with. He’s certain he can make you see him for who he is now. At one point he couldn’t understand why you weren’t accepting of him— unless you had fallen in love with someone else. Cue the stalking and questioning anyone around you. With his new size he was able to intimidate others for information regarding any new lovers or any drastic changes.

There were whispers that you were interested in another man— someone that isn’t him. He was furious when he heard of this, tail lashing behind him, a low rumble in his chest. He tracked the man down, teeth bare as he snarled. He was small— weak. He didn’t deserve you, he couldn’t protect you like he could. His comrades were behind him as they jeered and bullied the poor guy. Lyle was doing the right thing— this was his mentality now. If he can’t have you neither can anyone else.

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#SYNOPSIS— in which all recoms are obsessed with their recom teammate

#WARNING(S)— yandere(?), unhealthy fixation, unhealthy obsession, non consensual touching, groping, implications of forced mating, implications of noncon/dubcon, abuse of power, manipulation/manipulative, forced tsahylu

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom Group/ Deja Blu squad

At one point it had become incredibly draining to be around everyone. Even opting to hanging out with the scientist pukes. But such a plan was discarded right away. Mansk had become increasingly needy, often by your side quietly. Content with just being anywhere near you. He was easy to please— something you were quite grateful for. Walker was shameless in her touches. Going as far as groping you in front of the others, her touches were bold. It would cause a chain reaction from the others, joining in and cupping you through your pants.

Prager was similar to Mansk in terms of affection, content with having an arm around you or nuzzling your nape with his nose. But sometimes his neediness would get the best of him. At one point he would thrown rationality out the window and sink down on his knees nuzzling your crotch with his nose. Ja was quite the opposite form the others, begging to be touched by you. He would tug on the string of your pants, gazing up at you with glassy eyes. It was quite the sight, and it was enough to have him getting pulled in your lap. Oblivious to his manipulation.

Brown acted indifferently. As if you didn’t affect him— but rather he was good at hiding his emotions. He never sought out any sort of physical touch except pleasure. It was exhausting to say the least— to try and keep up with his high libido. At one point you would shrug him off and deny him any access. He would get increasingly frustrated wanting nothing more but to touch you. He would become irrationally angry and he would take whatever he seemed fit. Because in his mind you belonged to him. His own personal stress reliever.

Lopez had the same mentality as Brown but rather he was more open of his feelings. Whatever he wanted he would take. He was aggressive like that, he would voice out his thoughts uncaring if they were hurtful. He enjoyed taking what he wanted from you— it didn’t matter if you were exhausted. Warren was unbothered to say the least. Seeing you in the corner of his sight was enough for him. On the occasion he’ll request the simplest things such as holding hands and whatnot.

Zhang was someone who was didn’t ask for much, quite awkward in asking for any sort of touch from you.On the occasion his lip would curl in frustration seeing the others act so openly towards you. He was usually stiff around you, unable to fully relax without having the need to pounce you. To have you in his grasp, an itch that needed to be scratch that only you could soothe. The feeling would overwhelm him at one point causing him to breakdown. However, when you would bask him with your presence his tail would thump against the ground like a dog.

General Ardmore would have surely noticed their personality shifts at some point. She even made the decision to cut you off from the Recom squad, claiming you had turned out to be a liability for them. The General's choice didn't turn out well; she was faced with an angry group of highly trained Recom soldiers, teeth barred in anger as they demanded you to be returned to them. Being helpless in the situation, you were returned back to the squad you were faced with happy smiles and loud purrs.

sum shit went down and um...

i wish you roses is hold

sorry!!!

I hope things get better!

— Absolutely loved this!

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 - benjicot blackwood

tag list: @maidr-00 @spider-stark @avataranne

a/n: first time writing smut, so please be respectful. more like a drabble. aged up benjicot.

request: could you write smut with benji when he returns to his wife all bloody from battle? just wild and feral benjicot

pairings: benjicot blackwood x fem (wife) reader

warnings: +18, smut, oral sex (f receiving), making out, blood, and little mentions of violence and gore.

ask me for permission before translating

Devoted, Benjicot was completely devoted to you, his beloved wife.

The obsession and love he felt for you were so overwhelming that sometimes he wondered if he was getting closer to madness. Every breath he took, every sigh, and every beat of his heart was dedicated to you, only you.

The thoughts he possessed were completely saturated and coated with your image, with your soft and pleasurable touch, with the intoxicating memory of your delicate and addictive smell, and with the vivid memory of your naked body next to his.

The love Benjicot Blackwood felt for you was as sweet and gentle as it was wild and overwhelming. It was like a burning flame that burned his veins, filling every cell of Benji's body and intensely involving his chest in an internal combustion that only calmed down when he was by his side and felt your touch.

He found his purpose in life in serving you, his dear and beautiful wife, with all the sweetness he possessed, while at the same time dedicating all his strength and attention to protecting you from the dangers of Westeros and anything that could harm you or even hurt you.

You were not only his wife but also everything he longed for, and he faithfully believed that you were a gift that the ancient gods he loved so much sent to him.

Only they knew how grateful he was for that.

And finally, after weeks away from home, far from you, Benjicot returned from one of his battles, covered in blood but without regrets. The longing he felt for you was palpable and erased any traces of regret or guilt he might have felt.

The craving he had for you was physical, an anxiety that built up with every step he took towards your fortress.

And when he got off his horse, both relief and anticipation surged within him as the sight of the familiar walls brought him profound relief, but nothing compared to the longing to see your face and to feel your arms around him again.

As he hurried towards you, without waiting for a single moment, he didn't hesitate to attack your lips with all the strength and sweetness he could muster at that moment.

Benjicot quickly wrapped you in his strong arms while pressing his bloody body to yours with urgency and hunger for weeks. His tongue explored your mouth with the same eagerness and desire as the first time he had done it, as if he needed to reassure himself that you were real and that you were really there after so long.

And before you could have a chance to speak, he grabbed you by the legs, placing you on top of the small table in the old office and kneeling himself between your legs.

His eyes were on you, looking at your expression of pleasure, memorizing every movement your lips made, and almost trembling when moans came from your beautiful lips.

He ate you out like a starving man, licking and biting every bit of your pussy while squeezing both your thighs with his thick, bloody hands, marking your body with the blood he had shed in battle as he reveled in what you had to offer him.

You were sweet against his mouth, and he was sure he could come at any moment driven by the sounds of your moans and the way you grabbed his hair to make him stop; however, he didn't and instead buried his head deeper between your legs, licking your clit with more hunger, ignoring the pain of the pulls you gave him and the suffocation that your legs created around his head.

And before you even knew it, a hoarse scream left your throat, and you came into his mouth, pulling his hair even more and making him moan against your pussy as he licked up all the mess you had made before standing up and devouring your lips once again.

"Well, I guess this was a welcome home gift for me." He said this as he placed his forehead against yours, smiling as he heard a little laugh come out of your mouth.

But before you could react, he claimed your lips once again, determined to end the ache he still had felt.

logging out rn ppl, see ya 🫡

english is not my first language, please be respectful!

Hi are you continuing your infatuation series or it it finished? I love it!

The series is still not finished so I am planning to continue writing about it! However, I haven’t uploaded the new chapter because I was hit with writers block

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#SYNOPSIS— Running away from the white death

#WARNING(s)— mentions of unhealthy obsession/fixation,mentions of forced relationship, intent on kidnapping

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You wouldn't be honest if you said you weren’t feeling anxious. Here you were, looking back over your shoulder as you boarded a bullet train. Hurriedly taking a seat in the nearest corner. You could never be too sure of your surroundings. That much you discovered thanks to your "beloved lover” The cart was very silent, it was making you feel uneasy. It wasn’t until later that you realized you were in the ‘silent car’ It was peaceful— so peaceful. Something you hadn’t gotten in the past few years. Only a short while had passed when the silence was broken by three men. They were bickering amongst themselves clearly being agitated and overworked. One was obviously under some sort of substance clearly being escorted by the other two men. You didn't really comprehend who he was until you got a closer look at his face.

It was the son of your ‘ dear lover ‘ However there were rumors that he had been taken hostage by a gang and was being held for ransom. You never made an effort to know just how he got kidnapped exactly. Having no desire to learn anything about that man’s offspring. Your gaze darted from left to right as you nervously gnawed at your lips. It wasn’t a coincidence— nothing was ever a coincidence. Your breathing was erratic as you tried making sense of the situation. You couldn't imagine going back to that man. There were tears running down your cheeks. You should have known better than to think it was just a coincidence. You managed to secure a ticket on the bullet train by some miracle. You wiped away any possible tear-streaked traces as you sniffled through your emotions. After gathering yourself, you decided to put up a fight and not be treated lightly. You won’t be taken easily.

But as you heard the two men arguing back and forth, your brief moment of clarity was broken. They continued to glance at your spot before returning to their phone. ❝ It can't be that simple—that much for her, ❞ the taller of the two whispered harshly ❝Listen, mate— that's the fuckin target ❞ the other one would say while rolling his eyes. ❝ just hurry it up ❞ He was a well-dressed man, and the color of his clothes complemented his eyes. And he was approaching you confidently with an endearingly smiling. He had curly brown chesnut hair and pearly white teeth with a mustache complimenting his looks. He was handsome you noted— but either way he was hired to take you back. You had nowhere else to go as he moved closer, causing your breath to become labored. He would undoubtedly drag you back into the man's grasp. And it appeared that he had noticed you frantic state.

❝ Hey—hey ❞ he said, encouraging you to adopt a relaxed posture. ❝ I just need you to make this easy for me, sweetheart, ❞ he added ❝ I've already had a fuckin day with these twats ❞ you glared at him with narrowed brows, letting out a series of gurgling laughs. Your lips began to twist into a wicked, crafty smile. You had previously emphasized that you wouldn't be taken lightly. You stood up in a false fury and screamed at the top of your lungs. Raising your hand, you slapped his cheek ❝ How dare you— You pervert! Disgusting man, you! You are not allowed to grope me while I'm sleeping just because I'm dozing off! Outrageous—piece of shit! ❞ you launched into a tirade against him in an effort to get the other passengers' attention, and it was successful. The man appeared as though he was unable to realize that he had been smacked and was now being called a pervert.

He struggled to speak while feverishly shaking his head in denial. He made gestures with his arms raised as he attempted to diffuse the situation caused by other passengers hurling objects at him. ❝ I was merely attempting to wake her!❞ You packed your belongings and scoffed. Giving him one last look before slapping him again. ❝ You wench—, you! ❞ His hand reached out to stroke his swollen cheek. You huffed and stepped away from the scene. Hurriedly opened the door, sweat running down your face. You were horrified by what you had done. You’ve hit an escort that was hired by your lover and had gotten away with it.

You choose to put your bags in a random holder after fumbling with them. encountering a gentleman with heavy glasses, a bucket hat on top, and long, shaggy blonde hair. He appeared to be trying to blend in by dressing poorly ❝ I'm sorry, but have you seen a silver suitcase with a sticker on it? ❞ You immediately noticed it in the corner of your eyesight. The wheels in your thoughts started to turn as you turned to look back at the man ❝ I apologize for the mess, but here it is! ❞ You handed the man the silver bag bearing a train-themed sticker ❝ Thank you very much❞ he left without another word, seemingly oddly happy. There was something going on in this train and you didn’t want to stay and figure it out. Getting off was top priority.

sometimes i wonder if writing is worth my time

Well that depends ya know? Does it help you? Do you feel better when you write? Etc— it all depends on how you feel about writing. It doesn’t have to be forever— if your exhausted you can take a break. No one is hurrying you.

For example, I love writing. I’m not pursing it as a career but I just enjoy writing because I get to show people my writing and in return they leave comments and that totally makes my day 🫶