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Sailing Under the Sun | hobbit

pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader x Bard 👑 [king's special]

You're in the middle of the ocean when the wind dies down and leaves you stranded on Bard's sailboat. Thranduil's mood sinks but surely, though, there's a way to lift his spirits.

warnings/tags: NSWF! THIS IS ADULT CONTENT ✋️| [modern!AU], rich!Barduil, oral (m receiving), hand jobs, (guided) masturbation (f), dirty talk, i guess public-sex bc they're on the ocean? [reader is described with hair & wearing a bikini, no use of y/n]

word count: 4k

an: just a short little something, a treat for Thranduil as well as for you.. also.. Luke on that boat? Mhm-mhm yes yes. Best enjoyed listening to lana's 'born to die' because that's what i did xx // divider by @drinkthesky

+ masterlist + rules +🌿 reposts and comments are much appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

“I’m just saying,” Thranduil slides his gigantic pair of dark Prada sunglasses up his nose after one annoyed look at Bard, “if we’d taken my boat, there wouldn’t be this issue.”

You can’t stop the snort you let out at Thranduil’s less passive, more aggressive jab and since your face is pressed into the curve of your elbow, the sound is much louder than anticipated. 

“Thranduil, that yacht of yours burns through hundreds of liters of fuel. You can’t expect me to drop this baby –” The sound of Bard’s hand patting the wooden rail of his boat underlines the defensive bite in his answer, “so that you can destroy the ocean some more!”

“Have you not literally bought a new car last month?”

“It’s electric!”

“You had it flown in!”

“Boys!” You lift your head to stare at the two men – children, by the sound of their argument over boats like it was a cock measuring tool – and purse your lips, “Can’t a woman just nap on a boat, no matter what boat, and enjoy the sun a bit?” 

Thranduil opens his mouth to answer but you see that twitch in his eyebrows, the tell-tale sign that nothing good will come out so you cut him off before by shaking your head. “No, Thran. I really don’t care what or whose boat. All I want is for some relaxation. Maybe a drink.” You think back to the bottles of red wine cooling down in the cabin and sigh, “Or two.”

“You could’ve had one now,” Thranduil says and adds in a faux-whisper directed at none but heard by all: “Could’ve had a whole bar of drinks if we’d taken the Ferretti.”

Immediately, the groans of Bard and your inhale shut him up and Thranduil flips his hair back. “What? What?” his eyes fix you over the sunglasses and there’s a sharp edge to his low voice, a threatening edge of true annoyance. “Darling, you can’t tell me you’re happy that we’re stranded here.”

Stranded, because Bard’s prediction of a smooth sail went overboard as soon as the wind died down and he realized you’re mostly out of fuel.

Here, as in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by endless hues of blue. The glittering pacific blue ocean goes over into a cloudless light sky. No other boats, except yours, a peaceful human-less quiet that’s only interrupted by the gentle lapping of white foam-topped waves breaking against Bard’s sailboat and the breeze that makes the hot rays of the sun bearable if not enjoyable. 

And Bard’s been working on the sails wearing nothing but his swimming shorts so whenever you decide to look up from the towel you spread on the deck to sunbathe, you see his tanned muscles flexing in his back or his broad shoulders, and more than often he pulls on something or squats down which gives you a view even better than the ocean. The playful wind ruffles his hair now and then, dishevelling the locks of dark brown, salt and pepper and he looks – just right; balancing on the railing, his cinnamon-tanned chest splattered with freckles all up to his cheeks and a carefree easiness on his face. That’s the appearance of someone glad to be out on the water.

“Thranduil,” you pronounce the name like he’s a six-year-old who refuses to wear sunscreen, “I had the time of my life until you two whipped out your dicks.” 

And that’s the complete and honest truth. You have no need to suck up to Bard because Thranduil’s spoiled and rather spends the time on water acting like he’s not actually on water and sitting in the pool on his yacht, and you really like Bard’s sailboat. There’s a small bar downstairs, a hammock strung between the two masts, and plenty of room to lie down and do nothing. That’s all you need; he provides that and adds the naked-chest-view.

What are you going to do? Complain?!

“Yes, but imagine –” Thranduil stands up from his towel and saunters to you like a cat on a mission. The baby-blue linen shirt blows open in the sea breeze and shows the blush of pink that the sun has kissed onto his chest and the soft, slightly curled platinum strands of long hair brush your naked arms as he sits back down on the edge of your towel to lean down, his lips passing your temple to mumble hid deep vibrating voice into your ear, “The things we could do, the places we could play. The pool, the beds, the jacuzzi. I could tell the staff to leave the bar so I could taste my favorite drink –” his hands slide up your sunscreen sticky legs, rubbing the flesh of your thighs and part them slightly to play with the string of your bikini bottoms, “and that isolation means you, Darling, honey, can decide however – I – should – fuck – you.” 

A word, a kiss, a finger darting over the black bikini but never dipping in.

“Mhm,” your throaty hum is partly faulted to his hands caressing the warm skin of your inner thighs though his voice does a fantastic job of planting the seeds of imagination into your mind.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Bard calls and points his finger at Thranduil, “You’re playing unfair! Our girl has a right to her own opinion and doesn’t need your devilish tongue.”

The smirk is on Thranduil’s face before Bard realizes the double meaning of what he said and while he groans, Thranduil licks over his lips. “She could have it, though.” 

Bard jumps down from the railing, throwing a rope to the wooden floor. “You need a spanking,” he says, which not only leads to another smirk but to a low: “Yes, please, Sir.” 

Your bikini straps dig into your shoulders as you support yourself on your elbows, giving both men a view of your breasts pushed together in that black top they bought last month on the Monacco Trip. You catch Bard’s eyes, exchanging a shrug and tilt of the head, an unspoken discussion on how to deal with Thranduil’s behavior which, if unhandled, will only get worse the longer you sit around and try to ignore the crease between his eyebrows. 

The last time Thranduil had been forced to a dinner he had zero interest in being at, he made off-handed comments about everyone like he was absolutely counting on getting thrown out and when that didn’t happen he faked multiple phone calls (Bard and you ignored him the entire time, chatting to investors and walking arm in arm through the private gallery) before he stood up and left. Right before dessert was served. Like a cunt – There had been strawberry shortcakes and layered tiramisu, the perfect cream-to-berry ratio on the afternoon sweet clock. Bard had his chocolate eyes on the tiny glasses the entire time you were circling the room but none of them made it into your hands there.

You stole two in your tiny handbag, had sacrificed a lip balm and condoms to make room for the glasses to sneak them back to your hotel where you and Bard had watched a movie and pretended Thranduil didn’t sit next to you looking thoroughly pleased that he was finally back in his silk pajamas and freshly pampered.

“Soo,” Bard starts slowly, dragging out the ‘o’ that sounds more like a low throaty hum in the end. His hands wander up Thranduil’s shoulders to massage the twirly thin hair on his nape, “how can we make this day more enjoyable to you, Your Majesty?” 

“I could blow some winds into the sail to bring you back into port,” you suggest light-heartedly. 

Thranduil lifts one hand and nudges the glasses up into his hair. A few strands escape, falling down the side of his temples and fluttering in the breeze. While Bard has this look that places him on a sailboat, hands dirty and tanned like he spends his life up in the masts and ropes, Thranduil belongs on the yacht. Dirty-Shirleys, loosely buttoned shirts in white and blue, discussing galleys and standing on a glass floor to safely look down on the cerulean water underneath without ever getting even a bit of wave spraying up to the expensive clothes. 

You dabble in both these lifestyles. There are days when you love to sit around in tight dresses and hang around Thranduil’s arm, watching him gamble or play pool, whispering dirty thoughts like secret tactics into his ear but you would never say no to a day like this one. Lounging in your bikini, listening to the waves, and flying whenever the winds bless you. 

 “Or you could blow me.”

Thranduil doesn’t blink or twitch a muscle while you cough the devil out of you. Unfortunately, his proposition came when you reached for your bottle of water for a refreshment. The cooling drops roll down the curve of your breast and sink into the bikini and towel, leaving behind nothing but a darkened spot instead of the reanimating of your dried-out mouth and you’re spraying the water in more directions than Thranduil's yacht, barreling through the ocean at 40 knots.

At your sputtering, Bard pats your back compassionately. “There, there,” he chuckles and reaches down to wipe some of the water away, his fingers innocently brushing past the seamline at your breasts. The skin is warm, calloused, rough, and yet lovingly; he’s the summer cocktail that leaves you wanting more after one sip.  “He got you this wet already?”

“Bet that little number is drenched as well,” Thranduil adds mockingly and to prove him wrong, you raise your ass up.

“Check your facts,” you grin and slightly wiggle your butt, knowing full well that one more comment from either of them or one more touch would disintegrate the composure brought on by the sun and relaxation to leave another sea in the black bottoms. That thought brings more laughter, one that dusts your cheeks pinker than Thranduil’s chest. “Sea for yourself, huh?” 

Even Thranduil laughs at that, the first real smile that isn’t conceited or shameless flirting like the one he gave you as you showed off your bikini; this one’s deep from his soul and you’re proud that it’s one thoroughly bad dad-pun that cracks the shell of his mood.

“Well, Captain,” you blink up to Bard, “does the boat need you or can your loyal crew borrow some of that time?”

Sitting on one knee, Bard scratches the scruff of his beard, drawing his chin between two fingers. “No,” he says after a moment of thought and turns to Thranduil, “I’ve got time to help our Majesty out. One might say I’m quite handy at raising the mast. What? Oh, don’t look at me like that,” – that, being an eye roll and a huff – “so when she–” he nods his chin at you, “says it it’s fine but me? I’m getting castrated by the looks of ya!” 

“Tze, I don’t need your help masting me up. I’ve been lounging around blue-balling ever since our Darling girl showed that ass of her in that skimpy string bikini.” Thranduil makes himself more comfortable, sitting back on the small bench and leaning against one of the cabin windows so that you’re directly situated in front of him. As soon as you scoot closer on your knees, he opens his thighs and pets them. “C’mon, honey. Show me what that mouth of you can do.”

Bard, following his own, mischievous agenda, moves as well to sit next to Thranduil on the bench, one foot stemming up behind Thranduil to pull him into his opened legs. Their mouths crash together in a kiss that starts up fast, a colliding of teeth like a continuation of their earlier discussion that neither one is willing to lose. One of Bard’s hands finds its way into Thranduil’s neck, the other one moves to one of his perked-up nipples and playfully flicks it. 

You shuffle closer and undo the string that holds up Thranduil’s cream linen pants with fast nimble fingers – pulling on one end and watching, your cheek resting against one thigh, as the bow falls apart just like you plan on unraveling Thranduil. 

Without breaking away from Bard’s opened and moaning lips, Thranduil lifts his hips, aiding you as you pull the fabric over his legs to find a wonderful surprise waiting for you. 

“Seems like you weren’t lying,” you hum. There’s certainly one part of Thranduil that enjoys the view; ocean be dammed if you can have a good pair of tits in front of you, right? Thranduil’s cock stands proudly against his stomach, the tip red and weeping. You kitten-lick up the side, alternating to a soft kiss when you reach the head. “How did I not notice this?” you ask and lick up a bit of precum. 

The taste spreads salty on your tongue yet sweeter than seawater. 

That does bring Thranduil to break away from Bard and his gray eyes find yours, his pupils dilated by the lust taking over. “I guess it's because you didn't spare a glance at me during the whole journey. You were too busy drooling over Bard's a – ahh– ss.” 

“Is that so?” Bard asks cheekily, pausing his administration of marking up the junction Thranduil’s neck with his teeth, bruises that’ll remind Thranduil for a long time how, in the end, he enjoyed himself on Bard’s boat.

“No?” you lie. You did, but who wouldn’t stare if presented with such a good arse and muscles? Anyway, he’s your boyfriend and spent the morning between your legs so that must cancel each other out, right?

“Mhm, she did.” Thranduil grabs for Bard and pulls him into another kiss.

You spit in your hand, knowing full well by now a dip into your bottoms would be enough but the flutter of Thranduil’s lashes at the sound and what comes next is a high reward, and give his cock one testing stroke. 

“I don’t think you’re in the place to tease,” You use your thumb to smear his precome that dribbles out of his slit over the head and down, mixing it with your spit to wetten his cock further. A helping hand comes from Bard and he gatherers your hair. With nothing in your way, you lean forward and swallow Thranduil’s cock right to the base, licking up the veins.

Thranduil groans and his head slumps into the crook of Bard’s neck. He’s already too gone to answer in typical Thranduil-fashion – which is a snarky comeback –, a few licks and the slight pressure from your tongue against his balls is all it takes.

Swirling your tongue around the base, you sigh heavily, breathing in and taking him a bit deeper into your throat in the delight of finally having his weight in your mouth again. Thranduil’s hand flies to your head when you start bobbing, going down further and further every time, and his fingers wrap themselves around some strands, nails digging into your skin. 

“Fuck, that’s right,” Bard groans. You look up and see that Thranduil has his other hand around his cock, though he went right into a steady pace. Through lowered lashes, Bard nods at you. “C’mon baby, I know you’re drenched as well,” his hips lift, following Thranduil’s tug on his cock, “Just – fuck, just listen to me and I can take care of you, alrigh’?”

You nod around Thranduil’s cock, the tip now bullying the end of your throat in a way that nearly constricts your breathing but pleasurably lets just the tiniest bit of air through so you’re not yet lightheaded. Unconsciously you rub your thighs together, searching for some friction with one of your heels digging into your cunt. 

“That’s good, baby, but y’know what’s going to feel real good? Give Thranduil those fingers.”

While you continue to hold Thranduil’s cock down, nose pushed against the waxed skin, you let the blonde swirl his tongue around two of your fingers and watch as he coats your middle and pointer in enough spit that it drips when you pull them back with a ‘pop’.

Bard groans in approval. “That’s right, good job. Now go ‘head and slide them into your bikini. Leave it on, ‘s not like there’s much to pull off anyway.”

Thranduil laughs and moans at the same time, nearly choking you on his cock at the sudden movement and you quickly lift your head. A mix of your spit and his precum drip down your throat and onto your breasts. 

“Can you fuck my throat?” Your question sounds sweet but it’s Thranduil’s turn to choke on his laughter. The hand in your hair tightens.

“Fuck, of course, Darling,” Thranduil wastes no second and pushes you back on his cock immediately, giving you barely any time to inhale enough air before he’s lodged in your throat again. Without further ado, he starts thrusting up, first slow as he’s figuring out how he would like it today, then faster.

Gagging and shifting for a better stance, knees spread apart, your wet fingers slide past the tight stretch of your bikini, finding it practically glued to your cunt. There’s not one single cell in your body that isn’t strung to vibrate in lust and desire, all that goes through your flesh and mind is the siren song of pleasure, luring you closer into her trap but is it truly a trap when you surrender all you are willingly? You don’t think so and sink your middle finger into yourself, finding that there’s little resistance yet plenty of slickness that makes it easy for you to rub the pads of your fingers over your throbbing clit.

The squelch is loud and evokes groans from all three of you, only yours is stifled by Thranduil’s cock spearing through your mouth. 

“Oh, you’re such a good girl,” Bard smirks down at you, taking in the tears that gather in your eyes and the spit drooling out of your mouth, dripping uncontrollably and smearing over the hand you’ve been using to fondle Thranduil’s balls. “What a sight, you messy messy girl. Look how you’re pleasing Thran – shit,” he breaks into a moan as Thranduil twists his hand.

Blinking away some of the tears and rubbing your clit harder, it’s an effort to focus your twisted view to look up at Thranduil but when your eyes focus, he’s glorious. Both hands occupied, one holding you down and the other fucking Bard’s leaking cock, knuckles glistening with precome. He’s leaning to the side, moaning open-mouthed against Bard’s throat that bobs at each sound, the blush on his cheeks dark and a beautiful contrast to his light yet disheveled hair. No painter could capture that wanton pull of his face, the color of his lips, and the fan of his lashes.

“I – Love, Bard, I don’t think – ah fuck yesyesyessogood – I’m not gonna last long,” Thranduil manages to say, his hips speeding up in that blind chase after pleasure, grinding his cock into the back of your throat.

The lightheadedness kicks in with the rush of adrenalin and you hum, sending the vibrations along Thranduil’s cock. He can’t hold himself back longer, there’s no reason or thought behind his actions as he hammers his cock into you, using your mouth as a wet sleeve just like you had wanted him to and his size and width will probably bruise you enough that speaking will be something to avoid but there’s no reason for your voice if your body sings that beautifully like it does now.

Your hips move against your own hand, rutting into the fingers rubbing your clit furiously, the heat in your stomach tight.

“Fuck if you could only see yourselves,” Bard grunts, twitching in Thranduil’s firm grip one last time before he shoots his load all over his heaving chest. Breathlessly, he sinks down, falling to his knees and you don’t even notice how close he is until rough fingers shove yours aside. 

For a second you whine, a useless sound blocked by Thranduil’s heavy cock, but Bard shushes you. His frame blocks the sun that beats down on your back and he curls around you. “Let me, love,” he murmurs. There’s another burning light, stronger and hotter than the sun. His fingers find your clit with a knowing ease and you go tense up completely, thighs shaking to hold yourself up somehow. 

The gentle bob of the boat does nothing but heighten the sensations, the exposure to everyone who might pass or get close a knowledge that sits in the back of your neck and rolls down your spine hot like molten silver.

A narrow breath trips out of Thranduil’s lips, a pretty little sound that leaves you dripping all over Bard, who shoves two fingers of one hand inside you and rubs your clit with two of the other. A string of moans follow and then, shooting directly down your throat, Thranduil comes with one last raise of his hips, his hand stilling in your hair and his cum bittersweet. 

“Good fucking girl,” Bard praises, his fingers sending you into oblivion straight after you finish swallowing and choking on Thranduil, one ‘come-hither’ motion that lights up your body like fireworks on the fourth of July though instead of rocketing up into the sky, you clam down on Bard’s fingers and let the flaming orgasm whip you into another sphere. 

Your sight clears and both men are there, rubbing your back and gently rolling you through the shaking aftershocks that leave you to fall trembling into Bard. He catches you, hands sticky with your combined arousal holding you up. Thranduil reaches for your forgotten water bottle, tipping it to your mouth and you greedily flush down the remaining taste of his cum.

An orgasmic bliss clings to the edge of your being and you’re more than satisfied. 

Since you don’t seem like taking control over your body, Bard man-handles you to lay down on another towel, one that’s free from cum. Thranduil stands, if not sways, and pulls on the open sail to bathe you in a cooling shadow.

“There,” Thranduil pulls off his shirt, the baby-blue darkened by his sweat and carelessly throws it into the cabin, “I could go for a swim now. All that blowing and there’s still no wind.”

And with that he swings himself over the metal railing, hair flying through the air and the water spraying up as he dives down.

You mumble a question and – yes, speaking will definitely be limited to the bare minimum and only if truly necessary.

Bard understands you nevertheless and slips behind you again, pulling your tired body against his – cleaned – chest. “Let’s join him in a bit,” he mumbles between the rain of soft kisses into your neck, his nose nudging your skin gently, “and then I’ll them him I’ve got a full enough tank to sail us to every port he wants to.”

You snort, rolling your head back to give his wandering lips more access to your sun-kissed warm skin. Spots dance in front of your closed eyes and seagulls screech in the distance. The water sounds inviting and you can’t wait to dive into the cooling wet, joining Thranduil. You’ll climb on his back, letting him drift around with your arms around his neck holding on, the water lapping over you and Bard tugging on your feet, tickling you until you swallow water from laughing so much.

But now, his breathing is as constant as Thranduil’s low hum next to the boat, and his arm’s heavy around your stomach and you promise yourself you’ll just close your eyes for a little bit.

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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 1.2k

it's another friday night for you and steven and as per usual, the brit finds himself within the comforts of your home dressed in his comfiest pajamas he's long since left in your place, smelling much like your fabric softener, cherries and vanilla.

he's got his wild and untamed curls pushed back by a fluffy headband, a blue one to match your pink headband, and sporting a facemask that's about to hit the 15 minute mark. you were still in the bathroom, washing your face and applying oils to your skin, only halfway into your routine.

the door's been left slightly ajar, with him occasionally peeking in to keep you company or to ask how far along you were, too excited to help you put on the remaining bits of your skincare to wait for you patiently. you don't mind it, though more than half the time you'd end up splashing him with some water out of surprise. he's got pretty silent footsteps for someone as clumsy as him.

he sits on your living room couch, surfing through channels for something to watch (which definitely becomes white noise after a while since none of you pay attention to whatever's showing anyways) and settles for a 90's slasher film. he doesn't know the title but it's either that or a rom-com, something he's surprisingly not in the mood for.

he's got a nervous energy about him that he can't place, thrumming in his veins as if he's been injected an additional dose of antsiness. he fidgets in his seat and plays with the hem of his loose sweater, trying to watch but his mind pulls his focus somewhere else. you.

it's almost as if he's suddenly hyper aware of your presence, as if he hasn't been doing this with you for months now. how close you two can get and how touchy he gets anytime you're within arms length from him.

only when he feels the couch dip with another person's weight does he snap out of his daze, cheeks flushed under the sheet mask that you gingerly peel away with expert ease. steven's staring at you now, there's an emotion in his eyes you can't exactly name, or maybe you're just a little too scared to admit to yourself he's looking at you a little love-drunk.

you crumple up the used mask and place it on your coffee table next to a few items you had brought with you. unlike steven, you weren't putting on a facemask today, you had another thing in mind to cover up: your lips.

it's been cracking and drying up recently even with a thick layer of lip gloss or lip oil and you weren't about to have any of that (not when you've started catching steven stare at your lips for a while now). you rip open a new sheet, placing the too big lip mask over your own, rubbing the essence to ensure all of it gets absorbed. all the while steven's just been staring at you, watching you with rapt attention.

you struggled to laugh as you poked his nose, breaking him out of his trance as he blubbers out a string of apologies you shushed by placing a finger on his lips, being unable to speak and all, but your eyes squint with a hint of a smile. the next fifteen minutes were spent in silence, you scrolling through your phone while waiting for the time and steven finishing up the last of his own skincare routine.

once your timer goes off, you peel off the lip mask and smack your lips for extra measure. piling it on top of steven's crumpled up face sheet, you grab a tiny pink jar next for the last steo of your routine for the night: your lip scrub.

twisting the cap off, a faint scent of strawberry filling your nose. but before you can dip a finger in, steven covers the jar with a palm and a shy smile. "d'you mind if i do that for you, love?"

surprised and a little flustered, you wordlessly hand it over to steven, watching him scoot closer to you on the tiny loveseat. with a shaky gentleness, he dips his middle finger into the sugar scrub and takes a good amount, swiping the slightly rough formula over your moisturized lips.

the scrub was sticky and the scent of fruits and vanilla filled your nose, the close proximity of steven to you causes your heart to stutter and your cheeks to heat up. he looked even prettier up close.

untamed curls swept back by the headband, his usually relaxed brows knit together in absolute focus. steven's bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he concentrates on the way his finger swipes over the plushness of your own lips and his eyes, gods, his eyes.

clouded with a slight haze, a mix of emotions you can't all quite place swirling between earthy hues and in the harsh light of the tv, looks like warm chocolate

the way he looked at your lips sent a heat to your belly intensified by the way he massages the scrub over your lips with such gentleness. steven won't show the same attitude when he does his own lip scrub. the contrast has butterflies fluttering in your stomach because he's being gentle for you.

after a long, painstaking three and a half minutes (you were counting in your head to distract yourself from thinking thoughts that don't belong to your friendship), he rubs your lips clean off the sugar with a hand towel. you released a breath you didn't know you were holding, unconsciously licking your lips and tasting the sweet taste of sugar and strawberries lingering on your lips.

"thanks." you whispered, almost breathlessly, lashes fluttering as you look at steven. steven who hasn't taken his eyes off your lips not once since he asked to do your scrub. he's been staring at them with such intensity it almost knocks the breath out of your lungs.

and when he finally does look up, he looks at you with a darkened gaze, heavy with a want and desire you've never seen before. your breath hitches yet steven doesn't falter, his own breathing heavy with restraint. like he's trying not jump on your bones.

voice strained, like the act of asking his question hurt, "may i?" and aside from the clear arousal brewing within those beautiful warm eyes, lies a hint of desperation. deep down, you had a hunch saying no would crush him. he's inching closer and closer, your breaths mingling with each other, noses brushing. he looks hopeful as he is desperate.

you nod twice and steven does not hesitate to press his lips on your lips, palm on your cheek as he tilts your head like he's about devour you whole.

steven kisses like a man starved and you were the first meal he's had in a really long time. he tasted like mint toothpaste and lychee and something inherently steven, it makes you moan softly against his lips.

you pull away first to catch your breath, willing air back to your lungs but steven, sweet steven, chases after you. he can't get enough of it, the feel of your lips on his, the aftertaste of your lip scrub hanging on to your lips and he's addicted. within the first touch, he's completely and utterly addicted to you and steven thinks to himself that he may never recover from you.

"taste so sweet…" he mumbles against you, "so good, love. wanna taste more, can i? please, can i kiss you again?"

[rotten-applefied]

❣︎　── 　 welcome to afterschool atrocities, created by admins @prxshippers and @kenny-pilled. this story will include death, csa, noncon, and psychological horror. continue at your own risk. now let’s meet the main cast…

𓏵 ⛓️ — tyler. he, 15 ,,, eldest brother to ryland. discovered his brother missing after weeks of being infatuated with a learning game, “learn with mr. applebottom!” Is now on a missing to find his brother, and has a sneaking suspicion this game has something to do with it.

𓏵 🍎 — mr. applebottom. he, 40 ,,, main character of obscure learning game, “learn with mr. applebottom!” just a friendly video game character, nothing else to see here!

𓏵 📝 — ryland. he, 09 ,,, tyler’s little brother, missing for the past month. no sign of him anywhere, aside from his shoes being located a few miles from his house.

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[alexanderwarren]

- ̗̀   ⸻ alexander warren has  been  an  austin  resident  for  seven years . the  thirty-four  is  an  author  in  atx .  residents  of  central keys  say  that  alexander  is  reliable ,  but  can  also  be obstinate .   [ ugly sweaters turned fashionable , board game nights , bonfires by the beach , the feeling of coming home after a long trip , an old typewriter kept as an art piece , late night roadtrips  ]   ̖́-

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PERSONALITY

for the most part, alexander is a very loving and caring person. he is very protective of those he loves, sometimes to a fault. but he always has good intentions, unless you hurt someone he loves, then he can be hell on earth and he has the fbi on his side so really, don’t cross him.

he can get VERY hot-heated, he is a very passionate guy when something really interests him.

he’s basically tired ???? all the time??? he doesn’t sleep that much but yeah, big part of his personality, either tired or drinking coffee.

he is either locked in a bubble trying to get himself to write or camping OR hosting dinner/game night parties, he is the MASTER of board games. or at karaoke, he also loves karaoke

biggest broadway nerd. he'd spend all his free time at a different show when he lived in new yorkso he's either listening to soundtracks or hozier/joni mitchell/jazz music

he's big on chick flicks ngl, romance movies in general, he's a romantic little guy

has had a handful of romantic relationships, he's a serial monogamist though. he even was engaged once, when he lived in new york but it all ended abruptly even before quitting his job as a federal agent.

his biggest wish in life is having a family of his own.

since he can't sleep at night, he often uses this time to either work or go on roadtrips

probably the best guy to have as your emergency contact. very reliable plus he works at home most of the time so he is always a call away for whatever those around him need.

loves being the person people go to when they need to talk, he is the best at lending a hand/ear/shoulder when needed, yet it's very rare when he talks about his own life and struggles, going as far as to say he feels like he hides half of his life (mostly his past) to the people he loves because he can't bring himself to speak of it

honestly, just a very tired old golden retriever with an awful past he is still trying to deal with.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

PEACE . ( plat? could be rom / any gender )

relationships are as complex as human beings. we are volatile, coarse by nature; and things only get harsher when emotional baggage/mental health issues are carried and tossed around. it’s a russian roulette half the time, loving and carrying for those around you, but oh how worth it it is when you can find someone who understands you even without speaking, someone who knows you and your inner demons and still sticks by your side. although nothing is perfect and there will never be peace, you can keep eachother warm.

I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU  . ( plat / any gender )

the cory to his shawn, the phoebe to his joey, the chandler to his joey. he is a very loving person all together and deems himself a friendly guy who cares about all the people in his life, however this person has a special place in his heart. they are his go-to whenever something goes wrong and they need help, they are one of those people he’d do anything for and, most importantly, they are one of the few people who really know him, beyond the smiles and good times. who know the darkness that lies deep within him, perhaps the person he trusts the most in the world.

EASE MY MIND / SO WILL I . ( plat / any gender )

there are people who, even without a single word, can bring light into your world by simply existing. whenever something goes wrong, when the world is about to crumble down— they become your go-to, the one safe place that can ease your soul in the darkest hour and you can only hope that you can do the very same for them.

GETAWAY CAR   . ( rom / any gender )

it was, in every sense of the word, a rebound. one had a broken heart after a failed engagement and the other had their reasons— but it was meant as simply that. it lasted way longer than anyone expected it to, and when it ended, it wasn’t exactly soundless. both parts knew it wouldn’t last; however they weren’t ready for how damaging the outcome would be.

KEEP DRIVING . ( plat / any gender )

’We held darkness in withheld clouds I would ask, “Should we just keep driving?”’ when things get hard, when everything is going downhill, these two simply count on eachother to get on a car and keep driving. snacks and meaningful conversations withheld at 90 miles an hour to no forseen destiny— it may be one of alex’s most honest relationships.

DAYDREAMING . ( rom / any gender )

it’s still casual and new— but it’s all he’s been daydreaming about. the night calls, the illicit visits, the joy of having something private and non-commital and the way even one message from them can turn his entire day upside down.

work friends. people in the literary world that know of him? perhaps a secret club where literacy lovers gather around and exchange ideas over a few bottles of champagne and french pastries? fans of his work? possible rivals?

HALF SIBLINGS (robert warren got AROUND and there is a chance he had multiple kids? who knows?)

friends FAMILY FRIENDS, BAD INFLUENCES, good influences

family, maybe? cousins?

flings, one-side crushes, flirtationships, fwb, affairs, past lovers (however the relationship ended in good terms or bad, can be discussed?) the sky's the limit!

[violet-hu]

- ̗̀  ⸻  violet hu has  been  an  austin  resident  for  on-and-off twenty eight years . the  twenty-eight  is  a  b&b owner  in  atx .  residents  of  garden views  say  that  violet  is  resilient ,  but  can  also  be impetuous .   [ paint-stained overalls , a house filled to the brim with plants & art, the feeling of a sunray warming your whole body after a cold day , a purse filled with bandaids and candy  ]    ̖́-

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PERSONALITY

most days, valerie is one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet, the kind of girl who smiles at everyone she meets and greets strangers with a smile on the daily. she likes making people around her happy and thrives when people around her shine.

however, she can be very closed off and go as far as to be very deceitful? I mean, she is sharp, even though people don’t think she is because they write her off as a “ingenue” type, but what most people don’t know is she can be cunning whenever she sets her mind on it, she learned from a very young age how to take advantage of everything she had to get what she had her mind settled on.

the one thing she cares the most about in the world is her family. although not a family by blood, they are her everything and there is nothing she wouldn't do for them. yet no one comes close to her younger sibling, whom she met on her first foster home and has protected ever since.

her hobbies include painting and sculpting (which she makes some money off of), gardening (her home is a glorified zen garden by now) and sewing and designing clothes (she sometimes uses this skill to make clothes for selling or to gift to friends and family, it's a skill she had to pick up on while in the system to keep herself and his sibling dressed).

loyal to no end, good god. It takes a lot for her to feel comfortable with someone to call them her friend but once she does, she is the most loyal friend. also the mom friend, no matter how close you are. if it’s even a little bit chilly outside and she sees a stranger shivering she WILL give them her sweater, has medicine and candy on her at all times.

not the best at romance. she loves the chasing stage, loves to flirt and all that but keeping a relationship can be a handful for her. she often runs before things get too serious, has probably had one or two real relationships and neither of them ended on the greatest of terms.

she can be quite impetuous and extremely curious to the verge of being noisy, but never in a malicious way, unless you mess with someone she cares about.

whatever you throw her way, she’ll land on her feet.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

younger sibling ( any gender / familial ) *

these two may not be related by blood, but the bond that unites them is stronger than what most experiment in their lifetime. they both come from rough backgrounds, both losing their parents early in life and spending their childhood in the system, so the term family is not something neither of them take lightly. they are bonded for life, would do anything for one another. from the day they met in the atkins residence, the family foster home, violet promised to protect them through it all and that's what she's done for over twenty years of life now. they are her best friend, her confidant.

adoptive family ( any gender / familial / 1 sibling and at least one parent figure ) *

violet always believed in angels. she grew up praying one would come and save her from the circumstances she had been born in, even though she never quite understood what angels looked like. that was, of course, until she met her adoptive family at the age of 16. they took her and her younger sibling in, gave them the love and care they lacked their entire lives and granted them a life violet thought she'd never get to have. they still remain an intrinsic part of everything she does, her adoration for her family is evident to every one who has spent more than five minutes with the artist.

birds of a feather ( any gender / plat or rom) *

there is no other explanation than : it was meant to be. they met when they were just kids, running wild along the streets of austin like life and time belong to them. they grew up together, united by the hip even through their darkest of times, through highs and lows they have remained eachother's anchors through it all. now, decades later, they continue being in eachother's lives not only as best friends but as business partners, co-owning almost heaven inn, a dream they both have had since they were little. will becoming business partners solidify their bond and kinship to prove to the world that they truly are meant to be together for the rest of their lives, or will the pressure begin to show cracks on their relationships none of them had noticed before? if soulmates are real, are they the living proof of the tie? is it all as platonic as it all seems to be?

muse ( any gender / plat or rom )

whenever she’s stressed or just… inspiration strikes , she calls this person to either use them as a model or a human canvass . she has every line of their body engraved on her memory and she still finds them as every bit fascinating as that first day she met them and couldn’t stop thinking about them ; could spend hours painting them or on them .

goodbye my lover ( any gender / rom )

sweet violet is a hopeless romantic . believes - in - soulmates - ( platonic or otherwise ) -and - love - at - first - sight kind of romantic . however , developing a relationship with her is harder than she may lead to believe . growing up , she had the responsibility of carrying for herself and her younger sibling ; most of her energy was focused on that and once she was grown up , her aim to become something she and her family could be proud of monopolized her entire existence . however , and against all odds , she fell . she fell hard and deep ( perhaps more than once ) . as life goes , things ended up not working out and violet was left with a heart broken and a tad of issues when it comes to making a compromise ; realizing how much it hurt to truly open up and giving yourself over to someone who could as well walk away one day .

mutual / one-side crushes ( any gender / rom )

ah , crushes . the chasing , the yearning , the blushing and the flirting ; all stages of a crush , something violet hasn’t managed to completely understand even as an adult . even though the artist is not good at handling relationships ( fear of commitment , family issues , you name it and it’s on the list of reasons why relationships never quite work for her ) , crushes are the one thing she allows herself to have . a little flirting , some fooling around with no feelings involved can’t hurt anybody , right ?

'ladies who lunch' gc ( any gender / plat )

a group with two activities in common : drinking and lunching . over the years , violet has learn to let go and enjoy the moment instead of worrying about the future and the past , this group of people have definitely helped with that . whenever she needs a distraction from reality , they are the people she runs to .

MORE WANTED CONNECTIONS

people working at almost heaven inn with her, friends, friends with benefits, possible romantic interests, enemies, neighbors… just love my baby, she will love you back!

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[nightzskii]

I've made some other AUs! I don't recall putting anything about them yet, so have some information!! :3 just press keep reading

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Retale Is an au about all mutliverse characters just living in a modern au and doing retail or just working in general! This au is mostly focusing on two main ocs called SHROOM and CHERRI! Shroom is made by me and Cherri is made by a friend! Retale is created by me and said friend!

Tagging : @pomeramu & @gender-mailman because hai and I need opinions for which sans i should include in a book thats FEATURING US ALL AT SOME POINT. 💪🏾

[crxzylxcks]

(   sophie thatcher.  22.  witch.   )   LIV PARKER,  you’ve been haunting mystic falls’ streets with your desire to PROTECT HER BROTHER AND DONT DIE.  it’s only a matter of time before your CYNICAL & DEFENSIVE tendencies prove to be your own undoing; unless your PROTECTIVE & STRATEGIC nature helps you obtain allies before it’s too late.   

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BASICS

full name: olivia rose parker

nicknames: liv, livy

gender: cisgender female

pronouns: she/her

romantic attraction: panromantic

sexual attraction: pansexual

age: 22

birthday: march 30th

sun sign: aries

moon sign: capricorn

rising sign: scorpio

birth place: portland, oregon

home town: portland, oregon

languages spoken: english, latin (for spells)

SPECIES

species: witch (gemini coven)

ability: traditional magic - extensive knowledge of conventional spellwork with particular strength in defensive magic

ability: coven magic - enhanced power when working with other gemini witches, especially her twin luke

weakness: twin dependency - her magic is intrinsically linked to luke; separation weakens both their powers

weakness: magical exhaustion - complex spells drain her quickly, requiring longer recovery time than most witches

PERSONALITY

behind her sharp tongue and cynical exterior, liv is surprisingly analytical and observant. she's the type to notice everything but reveal little, using her carefully cultivated image of the rebellious witch to mask how meticulously she plans every move.

her sarcasm and biting wit serve as armor, keeping people at arm's length while she assesses their potential threat level. years of gemini coven politics have taught her that survival often depends on seeing betrayal coming, though this hypervigilance often prevents her from accepting genuine connection.

nothing matters more than her twin luke - their bond goes beyond the typical gemini connection into something fierce and protective. she'd burn down the world to keep him safe, a devotion that sometimes blinds her to larger consequences.

her hobbies include working at the bookstore and collecting vintage motorcycles (which she repairs herself as a way to feel in control of something).

positive: strategic, protective, resourceful, intelligent, independent

negative: cynical, defensive, volatile, paranoid, sharp-tongued

mbti: istp

enneagram: 6w5

[sanrio-grl]

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[ WHAT IS A HARVEST GIRL ? ] a ritual sacrifice that walked away. / a girl who D I E D but refused to stay buried. / P O W E R without limit. without anchor. without E N D

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[ A STUDY IN ] … defiance disguised as submission. what's left of a girl when ritual strips identity away.

they wanted her power. they got it. just not in the way they intended.

once, she was a sacrifice - a HARVEST WITCH meant to feed ancestral POWER. now she's something else entirely: a weapon that learned to aim itself. they say POWER CORRUPTS, but davina knows better. power doesn't corrupt - it REVEALS. and what the harvest ritual revealed in her was a survivor's fury wrapped in a prodigy's potential.

identity becomes SLIPPERY when you've DIED and COME BACK. memory becomes UNRELIABLE when trauma reshapes it. she builds herself anew with each sunrise, collecting P I E C E S of who she was and who she could be. most days she's R A W vengeance in human form.

the face in her mirror shifts: HARVEST GIRL, RUNAWAY, PROTECTOR, DESTROYER. she wears them all like masks at a masquerade, each one true and false simultaneously. freedom came at the cost of INNOCENCE, of BLIND FAITH, of TRUST.

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➚ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 : ᴍᴀʀᴄ ꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ — ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — just some waddling birds and a man waddling through his emotions .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fluff infection

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marc never thought he'd find love, not after his abuse, not after layla. he found himself unlovable, there was nothing about him left to love. there was only the broken fragments of who he used to be, a shell of a man he once was.

until you came into the picture.

you showed marc that all hope isn't lost, that you'll fill in the blanks of his heart and soul with your own.

funny enough you and marc met at an aquarium. he needed to be in a place he could silence his mind. the library was out of the question, he wasn't a book person and steven might get a little too overexcited and take over. the museum wasn't even an option, he's seen enough of the place when his alter still worked there.

he could go for coffee at a cafe but it's usually crowded with boho people or teenagers so that's scratched from the list as well. the only other place he could go was his old and cold storage unit which steven absolutely loathes so the brit had kindly offered the suggestion of going to the aquarium.

it was a big place, slightly crowded but it was mostly just a bunch of families. besides there were areas in the aquatic place that plenty of people don't visit.

but funnily enough, marc finds himself staring at penguins. waddling birds diving into waters or just penguins being silly penguins. he finds the monochromatic aviators funny and calming that it soothes the ache in his mind that plagues him with memories of his past.

when was the last time he went to the aquarium? was it when he was just an only child? or one of randall's birthdays? when was the last time he gazed at the fishes and watched his reflection on water and glass without his past rearing its ugly head at him, reminding him why he can't have the luxury of doing something so simple?

marc can't remember at all. he hasn't done anything fun for himself in a very long time. not since roro died, not since his mother beat him up as a child. fun became a foreign concept to him. his version of fun was what led roro to drown in that cave, his fun is what had killed, albeit accidentally, his younger brother. so ever since, he hasn't done anything remotely enjoyable for himself.

"did you know male penguins woo females by offering them rocks?" a voice asks, interrupting his spiraling train of thoughts.

when he looks at the person talking to him, he finds you standing next to him with a friendly smile and a gentle look in your eyes. "also they're monogamous birds. but only for the season, they can still choose a different mate the next or they'd stay with the same penguin but that depends." marc raises a curious brow before pointing a finger at himself, "are you talking to me?" he asks and you laugh, a sound so soft like tiny bells ringing.

it's a pleasant sound, he thinks to himself. he doesn't mind hearing that again.

"who else would i be talking to?" you retort with a shake of your head. you lean your arms over the metal railings of the penguin enclosure as you turn your head to look at him. "you were looking at them so intently so i thought you were interested in them. apologies if you weren't though."

he was a stranger and yet you acted so nice, so warm and friendly. he wonders if you act the same with everyone else.

somewhere in the deep crevices of his mind, he wishes you don't. but that's not for him to know just yet.

it's that simple act that marc found himself listening to you as you listed down all the tiniest facts you knew about penguins, followed you down the halls of the large aquariums as you toured about every aquatic exhibit. if you weren't telling him silly things, you'd make goofy interpretations of the fish that swim by you.

he shouldn't find this funny, he shouldn't be laughing at all but he is. you were doing something so childish and yet marc was entranced, he was enchanted by your youthfulness and how you carried with you a childlike wonder that drew out that little boy in him.

you had marc in the palm of your hand, he was yours that day, hook, line and sinker.

whatever gaps he had in his childhood, you fulfilled and made true. you completed those empty holes in his life by making or recreating them so whenever he'd look back, the painful memories of his past were hidden behind the ones you made together.

you made him do things he's never done, challenged him to be better each day, whate er he had missed out on as a child and as a teen, you made him feel and experience. marc was eternally grateful for that.

marc had always thought he wasn't worthy of love, that nobody can ever love a man like him and yet here you were. you stuck by his side since that day in the aquarium, held him on nights when he's plagued with nightmares, brought out a side of him he's long since buried because he's deemed himself unworthy to be a child once more. but through time and time again you show him how wrong he is about himself.

marc spector never thought he'd love again, but now his heart only holds your name. burned to his skin like a tattoo with every kiss shared, marc knew by then that he is yours, just as you are his.

and you always will be.

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BODYCARE KIT🥑

FEMALE BODY PRESET N1-4

4 new forms;

can be used both in maxis match style and in alpha;

for females, from teens to elders;

the first body preset is that preset I've been using for over a year (a lot of people asked about it);

suitable for all EA and most mm and alpha СС clothing, some clothes may be deformed due to the shape of the presets as you can see on the gifs ⬆️.

MALE BODY PRESET N1-4

4 new forms;

can be used both in maxis match style and in alpha;

supports all supernatural beings.

for males, from teens to elders.

suitable for all EA and most mm and alpha СС clothing, some clothes may be deformed due to the shape of the presets as you can see on the gifs ⬆️.

MALE TORSO MASK N1 / N1 B / N2 / N3 MM OVERLAY

15 swatches each file;

can be found in two subcategories in the skin details and in tattoo;

for males, teens+.

MALE TORSO MASK N1 / N2 / N3

35 + ∞ alpha colors each file;

compatible with sliders (you can make any color with this mod);

can be found in two subcategories in the skin details and in tattoo;

for males, teens+.

CLEAVAGE MASK N6 MM OVERLAY

15 swatches;

can be found in two subcategories in the skin details and in tattoo;

for females, teens+.

CLEAVAGE MASK N6

35 + ∞ alpha colors;

compatible with sliders (you can make any color with this mod);

can be found in two subcategories in the skin details and in tattoo;

for females, teens+.

FEMALE TORSO MASK N1 / N1 B / N2 / N3 MM OVERLAY

15 swatches each file;

can be found in two subcategories in the skin details and in tattoo;

for females, teens+.

FEMALE TORSO MASK N1 and N2 and N3

35 + ∞ alpha colors each file;

compatible with sliders (you can make any color with this mod);

can be found in two subcategories in the skin details and in tattoo;

for females, teens+.

📂 ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

1. Skin Details category in which masks are located.

2. I have updated all old cleavage masks (this and this).

new texture for overlays (more clean);

added separate overlays files to CC that didn't have it (N1-3);

add a new category (described above)

you need to delete the old one files and download the new one.

3. I used these skins on the preview: female / male.

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[violetatkins]

Location: Magnolia Manor Bed & Breakfast

Status: Closed thread for @miarussotto

Manicured fingers tapped gently against the hard wooden desk at the Manor's lobby, doe eyes scanning the room as her employees occupied their time making sure the business was running as smoothly as humanly possible while she herself was preoccupied on the logistics of a brand new media campaign for the bed & breakfast. The campaign included revamping the entire website with a new design and of course, new pictures of the grounds everyone in the team had worked tirelessly to preserve throughout the years. Reason why she had called Mia Russotto in, earlier that week, to take the photos she desperately needed. Mia had been recommended to her by a mutual friend who vouched for their artistry and although her own initial thoughts on the other were less than favorable from the brief introduction they'd had before as far as she remembered, Violet knew she had to remain unbiased and after seeing Mia's work she couldn't help but be impressed by her artistry.

Her train of thought was interrupted when she heard the little bell on the door that announced a new client in chime, making her look up from her spot to find the photographer standing on the Manor. The owner anxiously tugged on her dress, trying to make it perfect before walking over the other, a gracious smile plastered on her features. "Mia, correct? Thank you for taking your time to come and do this— it really means a lot to us. May I offer you something to drink? I can give you a tour of the Manor if you'd like? Get an idea on what you're working with" she offered, her tone gentle and cordial as she offered her hand to the other.