#(and on mushrooms unsurprisingly)

[beelzeballing]

me looking at a mushroom: wow... its just like my oc skhår'ermyibötxikoth.... reality really does imitate art.......

[botanphal]

Unsurprisingly, I have more of them!

Idk draw me like one of your French shadows idkkkk (due to the sake of people being weird on twitter SHE HAS NOTHING OUT THIS IS SFW ITS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE SILLY)

another silly one :) for context I hc Goombas as being intersex since they’re mushrooms, so Goombella went through her own round of hrt to be more feminine presenting

funny little concept thing called new moon shadows that coincides with my other hc of the shadows having extremely light sensitive eyes… Goombella will forever be amazed by her

more info; during new moons the shadow’s eyes are exposed and aren’t harmed by light. They’re much stronger than normal, and can use magic easier! Though new moons don’t last long, their form stays like this throughout the whole night, then turns back to normal

also just a normal eye concept for her! All of the hats the three shadows wear are made of a special silk that have protective properties for their eyes, which is why they constantly wear them and why their eyes are obscured

[astarionapologist]

My head too is full of bg3 so I'm gonna go ahead and suggest/ request a Halsin x female Tav fic, smut is very welcome hehe :)

Also I'm of the opinion that this man definitely has a breeding kink so if that's something you would write, I'd be really happy about it ^^

Have nice day :)))

OHHH FUCK YEAH DADDY HALSIN ‼️‼️

but no seriously he’s such a big sweetie pie I love him sm

Warning 18+ minors please don't interact!

Includes breeding kink and biting and soft horny Halsin

Nature’s embrace: Halsin x reader

After you finally arrive to baulder’s Gate your next mission is the most important one yet! It’s time to go find a nice spot to set up camp. Exhausted and tired of walking Astarion begs you to take a break! Stay at a tavern for a bit! Stay under some shady buildings! Hells under some trees maybe! Point is he’s done for the day and is begging you along with the rest of the group to agree with him for break. In which you all decide to rent out a room for a couple nights in the Elfsong tavern.

After unpacking and changing out of your armor into more casual clothes your realized how starved you were after such a long journey here. Little did you sense the tall rugged elf was beside you.

“Hungry aren’t you?” He says grabbing both your shoulders in an attempt to scare you.

You let out a shriek and push him away from you unaware of who it truly was.

“GAH HALSIN- you can’t do that to people!” You huffed

“I’m sorry little dove, I couldn't resist, and I overheard the growl of your stomach. It seems you're in need of your next meal. Would you care to join me downstairs? I wouldn't mind covering the expenses, of course."

“Oh? Sure that sounds great thank you! I’m starving! I need to get my hands on something to eat soon or I’ll go crazy” You said slightly daydreaming of all the tasty food you smelled walking past the kitchen to the rooms upstair.

“Me too” Halsin whispered under his breath as his eyes traced the outline of your body.

Your cheeks blushed as you overheard this but since he wanted to be quite the jokester earlier you decided to pay him back~

“What was that? You said as you looked up at him purposely with big doe eyes

“"Oh, uh, me too. I find myself quite starved. To uphold our strengths, we should venture forth and procure something to eat, don't you think?” He said with a hint of panic in his voice

He lets out a small sigh “Let us be on our way”

The two of you head down stairs and sit down at the bar table. You order a bowl of mushroom stew with a wine to complement the mushrooms undertones. Halsin unsurprisingly orders a large juicy steak with a heaping pile of steamed vegetables on the side. Along with you he decides to order a glass of wine. Enjoying each others company you finish your dinner together and decide to head back upstairs. However almost everyone was already asleep in their sections of the floor.

“Ahhh it is getting late little dove, you should go and get some rest. We can always chat more some other time.”

You would be foolish to deny the small trace of sadness that lurched in your heart as he spoke. Unfortunately, your eyes held a bit of sadness that the old Druid could easily detect.

“Oh dove but please don’t worry, I promise we can spend more time together just the two of us eventually if that’s something you’d enjoy?”

You look up at him and give him a small smile and nod.

“Yes I would love that, your company is more than wanted.”

He smirks a little and smiles back. The two of you walk back upstairs to call it a night after enjoying your evening together. Finally, in the comfort of your bed, you slowly drift off to sleep... That is until the middle of the night when you wake up, startled by the sound of commotion near one of the beds beside you. You open you eyes to see Halsin getting ready to leave to who knows where.

“Halsin?….” You whisper at him

“Oh no.” He clears his throat

“My sincerest apologies, I did not mean to wake you from your slumber.”

You get up and sit towards the edge of the bed, you’re a bit groggy still but you decide to ignore it worried your companion is in trouble.

“What is it? Is something wrong? Why are you up so late? You asked in a hushed whisper as you turn on a dim light next to you.

As you look at him, the tall elf blushes, realizing his problem is now more obvious to you. You slowly looked down to see a large tent in his pants. How his crotch looked painfully erect it was almost begging to be attended to.

“Ah… I see…”

“I’m so sorry- it’s just the city is so stressful and I’m having trouble adjusting… not to mention how you-..” He stops talking and swallows a bit of fear as he realizes he just mentioned you.

“How I?” you blush a bit already knowing what he means. Unsurprising enough, Halsin and you have always had a habbit of giving each other bedroom eyes from time to time. You've always noticed how often he’d look at you, especially how his eyes would stare at your ass and thighs. However you both never really acted on anything, you were always too busy on the mission at hand….that is until now.

He sighs “Please you tease me enough as is…. The way your hips sway as you walk… your deep and longing stares….it all drives me mad.”

He turns away from you and says, “I never wanted to do or say something because I thought the timing was always off... And I understand if you wish to ignore me now. I am sorry for disturbing your rest.”

You get up from your bed and hug him from behind.

“Halsin… please don't leave, I would love to be able to spend the night with you… if you’d allow me?”

He chuckles “If i’d allow you?”

He grabs you by the wrist and twirls you to face him. Then he quickly picks you up carries you on one of his shoulders.

“I hope this will suffice as an answer.” He says with a light growl

He takes you to more secluded part of the floor away from any of your companions. He carefully plops you onto a large bed and begins undressing himself. When he’s finished he carefully picks you up yet again and plops you down on his lap.

He looks deeply into your eyes as his hands graze the first button on your shirt. You carefully nod and take a deep breath as he takes no time to undo all the buttons of your shirt. Luckily for Halsin you typically always sleep in your dress shirt and nothing else.

His eyes lit up as he saw the perkiness of your breast appear from underneath your shirt. Without wasting time he takes one into his hand and plays with it while taking the other one into his mouth. He swirls his tongue over your sensitive nibble slightly grazing it with his teeth. This earns a slight low moan from you as you wrap your arms around his shoulder.

He releases your breast from his mouth and kisses you deeply and hungrily. He grabs you by the hips and ass and slowly begins to move you across his large muscular thigh.

“Ha-… halsin.. please I need more,” you say as you grind needily on his thigh.

“You’re not ready, I don’t want to hurt you little dove” he says while kissing your cheek

He then slowly moves you off his thigh just enough for him to stick two fingers inside you. You gasp and hold onto him tighter as he slowly pumps his fingers into your soaking wet cunt.

He uses his other hands to spin small light circles around your clit and begins to speed up his fingers as he continues to pump them inside of you. By now yours seeing stars as you tilt your head back breathing deeply as you feel the druids fingers deep inside you. He can tell you’re close by the way you begin to tense up around him. He curls his fingers making sure to rub you sweet spot of yours to allow him to hear the wonder sounds you make as you come undone around his fingers.

You take a deep shaky breath and looked back into his eyes.

Gods. He thinks to himself, he could have easily finished just watching you come undone by just his fingers alone.

He flips the two of you over so that you’re now underneath him. You moan as you feel his tip rub against your hole.

“Are you ready? I don’t want to hurt you.” He says attempting to suppress how needy he truly is.

“Oh god yes, please hurry! We’ve both waited long enough.” You begged

He carefully slides in slowly so you can take your time adjusting around him. With a small hiss, he bottoms out and is completely inside you. He pauses for a moment kissing your forehead before he slowly begins to move. A slow yet deep pace was set as the druid gripped your hips hard as to not lose control.

You bite his neck in order to keep quiet, yes your other companions are sound asleep and unable to see the sinful acts that are taking place however you still attempt to keep quiet. The sound of skin slapping slowly starts to get louder as Halsin begins to speed up. You look up and make eye contact with him, his eyes are glowing a beautiful shade of gold.

“You drive me wild little dove…. I want to fill you up so badly.” Halsin grunts as he continues to pound deep into you.

“I want to see you squirm underneath me full of my cum…. I want…. Nothing more than to see that.” He huffs and growls out the last part.

“Fuck Halsin… I need you, I need to feel all of you, I need to be filled with you.” You say in between gasps

You’re both extremely close, he grunts as he feels how you quiver and shake around his angry and sensitive cock. He grips your hips tighter and begins to pick up the pace, lifting one of you legs up in the process. You let out a whine as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. Then suddenly a heavy feeling of pleasure consumes your body. You shake and grip his body as he continues to pound his way through your orgasm. When a deep and heavy grunt he finished deep within your cunt, making sure to get every drop deep within you. He pulls out and collapses next to your exhausted figure.

He pulls you in tightly to his chest and kisses your forehead before gently rubbing circles on your back. You slowly drift off to sleep as you hear him quietly say

“Goodnight my little dove”

HOLY FUCK I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS

like always I did not proof read 👆but I still hope you enjoy, sorry if this was a little rough it’s my first time writing smut.

[twstfanblog]

Octavinelle Random Headcanons

Azul didn't actually become the Housewarden before he opened the lounge. But when he did, so many students started confusing him for the actual housewarden he just took advantage of the confusion until he actually became housewarden.

Azul has a personal beef with spiders. He wont explain WHY.

Its because he thinks of them as softly mocking him. How dare they, eight legs and fat body. ON LAND.

If anger enough, Azul can access his mer strength in human form.

The only time anyone's seen it was when he physically dragged Floyd and Jade down a hallway in their first year.

They all find 'Land Seafood' to be kinda werid yet really good.

They like to try new sushi recipes together.

Jade will slip in mushrooms in ANYTHING if hes left alone with the food.

Jade can get over stimulated by lights. They found that out their first year when a lightning storm sent him over the edge.

Floyd and Jade came out of the same egg which is WHY their parents call them twins

Small children trust Floyd more than Jade.

Azul keeps track of which twin is winning their 'Ambush War'. One of them will try to get a sucker hit. Physical or verbal over the other. Unsurprisingly Jade is winning.

As kids, Jade watched Floyd nearly choke to death on a plastic bag he tried to eat.

(He literally told Floyd to not eat it)

Floyd actually joined Jade on his hikes for a while, but the mountain trails were fucking up his shoes too often and he didn't like it anymore.

Azul's eyesight actually fluctuates between good and bad due to his eyes trying to shift to their natural forms at random times.

Jade is the older twin.

None of them can figure out why anyone has trouble telling Floyd and Jade apart. 'They clearly look different'

They all sleep with weighted blankets since they can't sleep in small spaces for comfort.

After Azul got the green light after his overblot, they all piled into Azul's bed and just cuddled.

[voidwerks]

So I've been playing Dwarf Fortress (a lot) lately, and this dwarf has accomplished a superhuman feat.

Marching his happy ass down to the second cavern level, which I've barely secured, he insisted on picking up a rock. A rock sitting in a flowing stream. Flowing directly into the next cavern level, 10 floors down. Unsurprisingly, Kikrost proceeded to get swept down the stream, fell 10 floors and hit a mushroom tree, destroying his right hand. In defiance of physics, the gods, and dwarven physiology, he proceeded to scale the ten floors of cavern wall back up with ONE HAND, and then waddled his way to the hospital for treatment.

I need to make this man a statue or something

[awkward-tension-art]

Bacta and Bandages Chp.9 (Rex x Reader)

Chapter 8. Epilogue

Crystals

CW: Slow burn, Two fools trying to ignore their crushes, underground caves, non-canon planet and species, talk of unfair treatment of clones, being lost, kisses, Anakin is a little shit, Reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), reader is a doctor, if I miss a tag LMK!

Tag list (Thank you everyone!): @heavenseed76 @arctrooper69 @ghostlyembassy @notgonnaedit @tentakelspektakel

You couldn’t breathe. 

Your mouth filled with cold water, flooding your taste buds with salt and dirt. Shouting wasn’t possible as you tumbled under the harsh current. It threw you, disorienting your senses. At some point, you dropped again into another running body of water. A smaller waterfall, you guessed. 

Your back slammed into what you assumed was the bottom of the river. 

An iron grip on your arm yanked you upward, letting your head breach the surface to take in a lungful of air. Despite getting your face above water, it still tried to ragdoll your body under the current. 

That same grip continued to pull you, and once you got your bearings, you started kicking your legs. You opened your eyes, barely making out Rex’s blue and white armor treading the same dark, cold water. His presence grounded you, and it was like everything snapped together all at once. You moved your hand, holding his tightly as you both fought against the heavy current to get to the edge of the river. 

Your feet hit smooth stones and allowed you to stabilize. With your boots on the ground, you and your Captain stumbled out of the freezing rapids. 

Once you were out of the dangerous clutches of the current, you fell to your knees, breathing heavily. 

Rex did the same, pulling off his helmet to cough up water. As he tried to get his breath back, he hit his com, “G-General Skywalker…” He croaked, only to be met with static. After getting no response, he pressed it again, “Commander Tano…?” 

Static. 

You lowered your head, swallowing. Coms didn’t work…

Of course they didn’t work.

After a stretch of silence, you spoke, “Are you hurt?” Looking around the two of you, you took in your surroundings. You both had surfaced in another cavern. This one had large silver shards protruding from the walls, ceiling and floor. Glowing moss and mushrooms lit up the area, so you weren’t entirely blind.

Rex perked up, moving to stand and offering a hand to you, “No, I’m not….Are you?”

You took it and stood, giving him a small smile, “I’m good. Let's…find a way back.”

He nodded, putting his helmet back on, “Stay close. We don’t know what might be hiding in the damn walls.”

You nodded and followed, brushing a hand over one of the massive metal fragments. Unsurprisingly, they were cold. Almost icy to the touch. If you had to guess, the water you and Rex tumbled in had come from the surface. 

As the two of you walked through the underground paths, the Captain would periodically check his com, hoping to get a connection to the General or Commander. 

As you navigated the tunnels, the metal shards began to be replaced with more of the coral like stone, moss and glowing mushroom plants. Crystal embedded in the ceiling gave a soft light, looking more like stars than gems. 

It was…rather pretty. 

You reached up, hand brushing over a white, glowing lily speckled with black. However, once you touched it, the flower closed suddenly and shrank into the rock it was growing out of. There were more up ahead and they grew in number, the further you and Rex walked. 

The underground tunnel opened up into a chamber that was more grotto than cavern. The air echoed with the running water of a stream. Moss, patches of grass and flowers replaced the cold rock of the ground. Vines, with small glowing berries, hung from branching stalagmites and protruding crystals on the wall. Small bugs, which lit up with a soft golden white light, danced around both you and the clone beside you. 

“Woah…” Your eyes were wide, taking in the rather beautiful area. You stepped forward, raising a finger to one of the glowing bugs. It landed gently on your nail, flexed its wings and hovered off to continue its flying, “It’s…beautiful…”

Rex was looking at you as you spoke, however, you didn’t notice, “Yes…I agree.” He continued onward, trying not to stare too long, “let’s…let’s continue.” clearing his throat, he tried his com again. 

Among the static, you swear you heard Anakin’s voice, “Rex…Collapse…Where….” Rex tried to respond, but was met with more broken distortion.

“The General must be close, if we have a connection.” You perked up, walking over to him. 

“We should still try and find…” The Captain's voice faded off, watching a butterfly with large, bioluminescent wings hover close. He raised a hand to try and swat it but you grabbed his fingers, halting him. it approached, landing softly on his visor. The beautiful bug fluttered its wings a couple of times before going still.  

You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips.

He cleared his throat, “Now, uhh…little bug, that’s…I can’t see.” Slowly, he raised his free hand again, letting the glowing butterfly walk along his palm, “There we go, buddy.” After a few more moments, it beat its massive wings again and got into the air. 

For a second, you forgot you were holding his hand. You didn’t want to let go, even after you began walking again. 

He was the one who pulled away. 

You tried not to let it bother you. Though, it did. 

You’ve realized that your ‘passing crush’ was more than that. There were true, deep feelings for the captain in your heart. Something you couldn’t shake, no matter how hard you tried. 

You wondered when these feelings began.

Was it the time he helped you with your aim?

When he was the one who got the others to sign a card after Ferrum’s death?

One of the many times he thanked you after you bandaged his wounds on the battlefield? 

Or maybe it was when you first saw him smile. When you saw how warm and lovely he looked when he did so. When he smiled, a true, happy smile, he wasn’t the 501st captain. He was Rex. 

You loved Rex. 

And it ruined you. Clones weren’t permitted romantic partners. Even if he had the same feelings, neither of you could pursue them. Not only was it against the rules, he was your Captain, and you were his legions doctor.

You walked behind him, watching his armored back. He was a soldier. A good soldier. He’d never break the rules to be with you. 

So you swallowed your feelings and followed his steps.

The grotto was bigger than you originally thought. It took more than 20 minutes to get to the other side to look for a way forward. You brushed aside some vines, revealing another tunnel. It was pure darkness save for those glowing star-like crystals that dotted the walls and ceilings. The small amount of illumination reflected off multicolored stone. 

When you and Rex stepped forward, it was like you were walking inside the galaxy.

“I can see why the Drosari like living in the tunnels.” the clone beside you spoke quietly, “Though, as pretty as all of this is, I’d like to no longer be underground.”

You let out a small chuckle, “If there wasn’t the threat of a cave-in, I might like it here.” Your hand ghosted over the crystals in the wall, “These caves are beautiful.” 

“I agree, but I think I prefer to have a solid, metal ship around me rather than rock.” Rex responded, shrugging slightly. 

“You prefer a Venator ceiling over an open sky?”

“Well,” He grazed his palm over a cluster of gems that reflected soft purple light, “Other than Kamino, It’s all I’ve ever known as a home.”

Your heart twisted in your chest and you turned to look at him. You couldn’t see his expression through his helmet when you asked your question, “What would your ideal home be?” 

“What?” He seemed surprised by your question. After a few beats the Captain answered, “Truthfully, I haven’t thought about it.”

“Not even a little?” you asked, walking beside him, “When the war is over, where would you like to go?”

“We’re not made to think like that.” Rex took off his helmet, and turned to look at it in his hands, “We’re soldiers. We were made to fight. It’s why we age twice as fast, so when the fighting is done, we…don’t stay for too long.” 

You swallowed, throat tightening.

“And…what if you didn’t age twice as fast?” Your voice shook slightly before you cleared your throat to speak, “You could choose anywhere to live. Where would it be?” Without thinking, you rested a hand against his arm.

“I don’t know.” he sighed, “Why does it matter?”

Your words were stubborn, “Because what you think matters to me.” You don’t know why his answer mattered so much to you. Even in the low crystal light you could tell he was confused by your pressing. 

Rex blinked, “I’m a clone, doc. You don’t need to-”

“You're more than a clone to me.” you stepped forward, getting closer to him, “And you're more than a soldier…”

There was a flick of emotion in his gaze. His eyes reflected the small illuminating crystals, making them look like amber with stars trapped inside.

By the galaxy, his eyes were beautiful. 

He swallowed, looking back at his helmet before meeting your eyes, “I suppose I’d want to…have my home wherever you are.” The nervousness was clear in his tone. And you could feel ever so slight shaking from his arm.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you got closer. With a trembling hand, you raised it to his cheek. 

Rex was tense and frozen in place, looking at you. His gorgeous eyes were a storm of anxiety and uncertainty. His small confession was honest but most likely terrifying for him. He was created and raised to be a soldier, and he was in unknown territory now. 

He wasn’t taught anything more than warfare. 

You held power over him, intentional or not. He was a clone. In the eyes of many he was property with no thoughts or feelings. A droid to take orders, nothing more. He wasn’t allowed rights or liberties.

So you gave him the power to choose what he wanted.

“Rex?” You whispered his name, breath ghosting his skin, “Can I kiss you?” 

The Captain nodded slowly, “Yes…Please…” 

You’d most likely be his first. His first kiss. His first romantic partner. His first…everything.

Gently and slowly, you leaned forward, connecting his lips with yours. It was tender, soft and chaste. But it held so much emotion. The only reason you pulled back was to breathe, but he chased you slightly, following your lips. 

The Captain blinked his eyes open, meeting your gaze. His helmet dropped to the ground, and his palms were on your cheeks. This time, he initiated by leaning forward and kissing you. It was an uncertain kiss, but one that still spoke with so much feeling.

“Gar cuyir ner kar'ta.” He whispered, once you both broke away to breathe properly.

You smiled, leaning against him, “Gar cuyir ner cyar'ika.”

Rex laughed softly, pulling you to kiss you again. 

…Until you heard the clearing of a throat. 

You and the Captain jerked away, eyes wide, coming face-to-face with General Skywalker.

Anakin was standing at the other end of the cave, one eyebrow raised and a satisfied grin on his face. His arms were crossed, and he seemed way too pleased. Like a Loth-cat in a sunbeam. 

Fives was next to him. You could tell by his posture that his jaw was dropped in his helmet.

“G-general!” Rex saluted, “I-we…”

“I knew it,” the Jedi’s grin didn’t falter as he spoke, “Like I said a long time ago, Rex. All of my men are free to pursue whatever relationships they want. I won’t tell a soul. Neither will Fives, right trooper?”

After a second, he nodded, “r-right. Yes sir! I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

The 501st captain let out a relieved sigh, “Thank you, General…But…may I ask, how did you find us? Our coms have been cut off.” 

“I had to use the Force,” He responded, turning to face the exit of the tunnel, “I wasn’t going to leave my most loyal captain or talented doctor to wander around some caves. Now come on, we still have a mining operation to stop.”

You shared a look with your cyar’ika before he put his helmet on to follow. You kept close to him, feeling pure happiness in your chest.

Cyar’ika….

You liked calling Rex that.

[theendisneat]

Nightmares

Word Count - 878

Characters - Xiao, Tighnari, Zhongli

Warnings - None

Xiao

Your eyes snapped open as you rolled over to face the window. Your breathing was heavy and your eyes were hazy from sleep. Absent-mindedly you realized that the spot beside you was cold. Xiao must not have come back yet.

You whimper as the cool breeze from the window caressed your uncovered arms and you shivered, shuffling into the slightly warmer sheets. The horrors of your dreams pounded at the back of your eyes. Every time you tried to fall back asleep, flashes of the dream came and you snapped your eyes back open.

Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore, your muscles tense and sleep continuing to evade you. You never liked calling Xiao’s name. You knew how seriously he took his contract to Liyue and loathed to take him away from that for something so ridiculous.

But you sighed and whispered ‘Xiao’, curling even tighter into the silk sheets. He flashed in, surrounded by black and green, his mask covering the pretty face you love. When he saw you were in no immediate danger he vanished his spear that he had been clutching tightly and strapped his mask to his belt where it hung on his thigh.

He sighed and sat next to you on the bed, running his hands through your hair without a word the way he knows you like it. You sat up after a moment and reached out to him, circling your arms around his neck and nuzzling your cheek against his own. He held you delicately, placing his hands on your waist and resting his cheek on your head.

He stayed like that with you for the rest of the night, cuddling you close until your breaths evened out and he laid you down gently, tucking himself behind you and giving you a small kiss to the back of your neck.

Tighnari

When you sat up gasping, you noticed your lover still scribbling away on what you were sure was what had been keeping him up all week. The bed had been cold without him but you made do with listening to the sound of his frustrations when he wrote something wrong and had to scratch it out, the swish of his tail having lulled you to sleep.

But tonight, it was difficult to rest easy as you were plagued with nightmares. They shocked your system awake, shakes in your fingers making it difficult to clench the sheets. You look over to your guys’ shared desk to, unsurprisingly, see Tighnari working away.

Slipping from the bed you unknowingly creeped up behind the unsuspecting fox, startling him when you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your cheek to his shoulder. He jerked under your hold, letting out a breath.

“Nari,” you mumbled, pressing kisses to the crook of his neck. “Come to bed please.”

He sighed. “[Y/n] I-”

“Please Nari?” You whimpered and squeezed him tighter.

He paused, his tail unconsciously wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer. “Is something the matter?”

“I just.. I… I had a nightmare. I want you with me right now, please?”

Tighnari turned around, placing his hands around your waist he brought you into his embrace, running a soothing hand up and down your back. “Alright. My work on Sumeru’s decline in Rukkadevata mushrooms can wait until morning, let’s go to bed.”

Zhongli

You woke you with your chest heaving, tears sliding down your cheeks as you silently sobbed. You didn’t want to wake your lover, who was behind you with an arm curled around your waist holding you protectively to his chest, but it seems that no matter how you try to keep quiet, your still too loud for his Adepti ears.

He stirred at the sound of your cries, immediately blinking awake, wasting no time to look over you to see if you were in any pain. When he deduced that you weren’t, he settled back down beside you to lightly trace his fingers across your hips in easy shapes.

“Are you alright, love?” His voice was heavy with sleep, gruff and inquisitive.

You had calmed your breathing, focusing on the way his fingers traveled your skin. “Yeah.” you croaked out. “I’m fine, just a bad dream.”

You heard him hum and shuffle behind you and you realized he was leaving the bed. You frantically turned over to grab his wrist and stop him from leaving, but he merely smiled at you and cupped your face. He held you like you were china as he reassured you that was only going to leave to make a small cup of tea that would ease your mind.

He knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep but it was still late into the night and you had an early day tomorrow that you needed to be awake for.

You stayed up with Zhongli in the kitchen as he made the tea, filling the silence with mindless chatter that Zhongli indulged you in, understanding that this was your way to get your mind off whatever dream had plagued you.

You managed to fall asleep soon after, the tea doing wonders and Zhongli tucked behind you just like before with a hand around your waist and his face nuzzled into your hair.

[narfin-frood]

Your Wander reminds me of Janet. I think it would be neat if the planet he's on is actually her

she did cross my mind while designing planet yonder, unsurprisingly, because what pops up in my mind when i think of wander finding the mushroom is like... in a cave on a barren planet, bald and grey and shredded by Big Catastrophic Event, which feels very janet because she was a bald grey planet with One Colorful Flower. i don't think the planet is janet, though, just because idk about all those Giant holes from mushroom-terraforming the interior. that feels mean to do to a living planet

[hermit-lover]

PLATONIC REQUEST (If you include any romance I will be sad.) Reader who is adventurous and curious, loving science and fantasy in equal measure—so long as no one tries to misapply them and claim falsehoods are factually true or that stories always need to be scientifically perfect. Intentionally tries to pick up lots of skills. Innocent and childish. Intelligent, but uses internal fact checking to discern lies, which obviously has limitations when trying to determine if someone is lying about *themself.* Reader is friends with Scar and/or Etho. (So, personally, those two are my favorites right now, and I wish I could be friends with both of them. Approximately everyone who knows me in Real Life is unsurprised by this, because both of them are a type of person I like, and both of them have traits I like and want to cultivate in myself. 🤷‍♀️ Or at least, everyone would be unsurprised if I were the type of person to talk about having squishes [that's the word for wanting to be friends with someone, like a platonic crush] but I tend to keep my emotions about myself to myself, so only a few actually know.) Anyway, I think that the differences between Etho and Scar can be really interesting. Of course, you can choose to only include one of them in the resulting Reader Insert story, if asking for two Hermits is too much, or you don't feel familiar enough with one of them to write for them, etc. Other than the Reader being friends with one or both of the requested characters, you can have a lot of free will in the type and genre of the piece. Want to write silly fun times? I'm down! Want to write an adventure piece? Those are some of my favorites! Want to write about Reader helping the selected character(s) (or vice versa?) Sounds good to me! In the mood to write angst or hurt/comfort? I'll accept that too! Anyway, if this was all too long, or too vague, or too dull, or you have any questions—you can message me and ask questions or request that I send in a better request myself! 😅 Thank you for your time, consideration, and potential writing!

Fetching Wood!

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Character: Ethoslab x Reader, GTWS x Reader.

Type: Blurb (~2k)

Theme: Platonic

Summary: Unsurprisingly, attempting an adventure on the HermitCraft server attracts shenanigans.

TW: brief swearing.

A/N: I hope I did your ask justice!! These two are so silly together and so adventure awaits. :)

The chirping of birds drifts through the ajar window, letting in the sounds of morning calamity and the gentle breeze that brings with it the scent of deep woods and dirt. Your cluttered desk stands proudly in front of you, stacks of intricate designs meticulously sketched, bottles of experimental potions, gadgets, gears, suspicious white powder, and ink spattered across the solid dark oak. It was your workshop- or at least part of it. At the moment you are preoccupied from tinkering, rather you squint at the mess of your storage trying to decide what exactly this trip warrants.

You see, your build, a large wizard-esc tower and subsequent dungeons was a rather demanding feat, and with your newfound appreciation for the Nether woods and brick, you needed a trip to Nether.

It was much to your surprise that when casually discussing the idea with those surrounding you, your neighbor Etho was quick to jump aboard. Apparently he too needed a restock on warped logs and mushrooms, and was more than happy to tag along to make the process more enjoyable.

It was always exciting seeing the ivory haired man, so many Hermits (including yourself) looked up to him.

With the whole HermitcraftTCG and Decked Out craze of last season he was a hard man to come across besides fleeting moments in games. You would be lying if you said you weren't eager to impress. Tucking another fire resistant potion (you can never be too sure) you sigh and check the time.

No...it couldn’t be that hour already...

Snatching up your backpack and skittering towards the door of your starter-starter base (something you will be tearing down) you made it out into the grass. You were so smart when it came to inventions you'd think you would be a little more aware of the time- but unfortunately not. Being late was an reality you lived with often. Snatching the reins of your beloved horse Millennium, you place a foot in the stirrup and very nearly faceplant off of the other side of his torso. He lets out a vibrating huff and you pout.

“Cmon, I can't have a horse making fun of me.” You scoff, rightening in the saddle. The horse doesn't comment back, shaking out its mane and beginning to trot. You ease Millennium into a canter, riding with practiced ease through the forest towards your neighbor.

It's a bright and sunny day, the wind whipping across your face and tugging at your clothing where it is free from the confines of your armor. You had asked Cleo and Stress to help in making a perfect outfit to combine the high fantasy of the wizard tower with the stylish ease of a scientist. You say they have done wonderfully. Despite not actually having a tower to call home yet, you were eager to leap into the aesthetic.

Spotting the gorgeous blue ceiling you broke into a grin, pressing a bit harder to have your horse break into a dash. Leaping over a small creave you break into the clearing, spotting the man of hour leaning against the side of the portal- a full one with corners and all of course. He straightens at your sudden appearance, watching you with careful eyes- You stand up in the stirrups, throwing a leg over and slowing the horse to let you jump off. Millennium whinnies and turns, slowing to blink at you. You hit the ground with a small ‘oof!’ knees bending to not topple over.

“Tadaaa!” You wiggle in the ever-corny jazz hands, watching his expression crinkle into a smile. His light chuckle makes you beam in pride.

“Woooow what an entrance.” Etho claps slowly, muffled by his fingerless gloves. It was almost sarcastic but it amused him nonetheless. “Almost makes up for the fact you're late- huh?” He prods, clearly in a teasing manner. You pout.

“Only by-” You check your watch. “Half an hour!” It's defensive, but you stick your tongue out to show no harm.

“Mhm, still late.” He turns sharply on his heels, now facing the portal. “We better start moving so we still have daylight!”

“It’s 9:30, plus we’re going to Hell- No sunlight there.” You quickly tie up Millennium, taking a tic to admire the build. Pacing quickly to catch up beside him, you note vaguely that he didn't move, instead throwing a coy smile (Hermits got used to only reading his eyes) down at you before stepping into the swirling purple depths. It was always nauseating, the world thrown off kilter and shapes fluttering behind your eyes. Then the pure heat- it prickles your palms immediately with sweat and makes you wipe them on your pants as you step out onto the odd red stone, slightly squishy under foot. It was an eyesore as always, the usual red cavern punctuated by glowing portals and scattered cobblestone paths.

“Sooooo.” You drawl, turning to face him- he looks odd in the environment. Pale skin and stark haired reflecting the orangish hues of ever-burning fire. Greens of his outfit reminding you much of the holiday season. “Lead the way captain.” You prompt- the notification of ‘Going deeper’ noting your lack of experience in this particular world. He chuckles, but sets off, picking around fires and large craters. You follow to a tee, analyzing the scenery in an attempt to memorize it for later. You've almost committed this well populated spawn area when a panicked scream breaks through the crackling silence. Jumping out of your skin you launch towards Etho- sword drawn. But that scream…It wasn't a ghast-

“NO NO IM SORRY I KNOW I FORGOT GOLD JUST SPARE A SCAR ONE SECOND!-” Hightailing from around a corner the offender nearly knocks into you, letting out a yelp. Scar’s eyes are wide, his expression that of pure terror, cheeks dusted in the same red dust as the scenery. A tic goes by as you open your mouth to speak, at the same moment he realizes you're friendly, dashing to cower behind you. The sound of a crossbolt loading pulls your attention from the man. The piglin snorts, eyes narrowed in bloodlust, weapon drawn as it searches for presumably Scar. Tattered tunic and scraped golden boots. You and Etho had planned accordingly- a gold dawning his boots as you opted for golden bracers- but a quick glance at Scar confirms he had in fact forgotten. Flicking your sword you swipe at the beast. Blade forcing it backwards. It squeals in surprise, having not seen you as a target. The crossbow rounds to your chest, you brace for pain. Then another blade cuts through the air. The piglin lets out one last squeal as it dissolves quickly into mist. Crossbow and leather toppling to the floor. You let out a breath and look to your savior with a pout.

“I totally had it handled!” You insist, poking him in the chest with a finger. It slides uselessly off of his iron chestplate. Etho blinks at you, then shakes his head.

“Uh no, you were totally doomed and in need of a strong PvPer to defend you.” his quirked head shows his comfortable ease, and it warms you that he liked bantering. Too bad you were about to murder him.

“Oh? Do you know one I can bring next time?” You ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. He gawks.

“Oohhh!-”

“This is fun and all but do you have any food and gold I can borrow?” You had forgotten about him. Turning to Scar you flash him a grin, digging in your pockets for food.

“Didn't expect to save a charming Scar this fine morning.” You chuckle, offering some of the steak you gathered to his shaking hands.

“Well I didn't expect to be in peril- I knew I had forgotten something!” He eagerly crams the food into his mouth, chewing as he talks around the bite. “Good thing Etho came to save me.” It's a tease- but you still squawk.

“hEY-!” The unholy noise grates your throat, and causes him to nearly choke on the mouthful, swallowing hard to avoid choking. His muffled giggles tug a smile to your lips. “You're an ass.” You spit, turning sharply away from him. “And to think I was going to share my bracers. Guess not!”

“Wa-Wait!” Scar stumbles to bump against your back, straightening himself to not invade your space too much. “You wouldn't leave a helpless scar all on his own?” His voice tilts into a whine, widening his eyes to plead. You scoff, gesturing vaguely to Etho.

“You have an Etho, isn't he enough for you?” You snark back, Scar is silent. He sulks to the Canadian, throwing an arm across his shoulder to begin his sales pitch.

“Ethhooo my buddy, you wouldn't happen to have some gold I could borrow?” Scar tries, offering a meek smile to the taller man. Etho hums, tilting his head to peer across the blazing landscape.

“Nope.” He pops the p, eyes squinting into what must've been a shit-eating grin. Scar groans, letting his knees buckle in exaggerated disappointment. Etho shifts to slow his descent, the uniformed man sliding helplessly to the red floor.

“Need me yet?” You call, shifting to spin and stare at the off pair. Scar groans again, but lifts his arms to grabby-hands. Splitting into a grin you trot towards him, sliding off one golden clasp. His fingers barely brush the surface before you snatch it away. “Nuh uh!- you gotta say I’m better than Etho.”

“Hey!” Now it was Etho's turn to protest, placing a hand on his hip. “You can't make Scar lie.”

“Then I guess he won't get any gold.” You shrug, Scar sputters. Using Etho as a pole to claw his way back up.

“Uh- I didn't say that, I think you're incredibly talented and definitely better than any old Etho.” He smiles, flashing his teeth. You hum now, swinging the gold bracer around. Scar winces every time it nearly slips from your grasp.

“Yea alright.” You toss the accessory and he lunges for it, fumbling for a few moments before managing a firm grasp.

“Oh thank you kind and generous-”

“Alright, that’s enough horsing around, we are already running behind schedule.” Etho interrupts, trotting back on path. You groan in childlike disobedience, but follow along. Scar stumbles to catch up.

“What are you guys doing?” He asks, keeping pace but tucking close to the protection of your side.

“Fetching wood.” You answer, giving him a nudge. “What were you up to?”

“Oh! Same here!” Scar answers confidently. You give him a once over. He doesn't appear to have even successfully made it to the biome, judging by the lack of mycelium on his boots. Raising an eyebrow skeptically he chuckles. “Well I was going to…”

“There's always space for another.” Etho butts in, clasping him on the shoulder. “Even if the role is just the goof.”

You giggle, causing Scar to shoot you a glare.

“I am more than just that!- I can be the entertainment, have you seen the most recent news about Mando?-”

You grin, a small excited noise leaving your throat. Etho groans loudly, retreating a safe distance to let you geek out. He knows the consequences of getting too close, being dragged into full body renditions of scenes.

Despite the blistering heat and hostile atmosphere, a few friends never fail to lighten the mood. You always feel safer when tucked between their shoulders, endless chatter filling the air. And maybe some shenanigans and mishaps occur along the way- but that's the fun of HermitCraft.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Need Your Love

Authors note: Briefly breaking my hiatus for this and a Nat V-day fic 

Summary: Your Valentines Day date with Wanda gets a little more heated than intended at the restaurant due to the wandering eyes of a waitress

Warnings: jealousy, sexual content(teasing, grinding, masturbation, strap on sex, oral)

Word count: 3889     Wanda Masterlist    Marvel Masterlist    

   It had taken months of waiting, and waving Tonys black card under the restaurant manager's nose in order for you to manage to obtain a table here for Valentines day, but the smile Wanda is giving you from across the table proves that all your efforts are not in vain.

   “How did you even manage to get us in here?” she asks, looking around in wonder as a waitress sets menus down in front of you

   You chuckle, “Well, Tonys card and last name do wonders in this city.”

   “You didn’t” she asks as two empty wine glasses are then placed down as well 

   “Relax. I paid him back, as this date is well within my means. But without the Stark name attached to the reservation, we wouldn’t have been seated until 2035.”

   As you answer her your glasses are filled with a lovely red wine, the one you and Wanda had shared on your first date to be specific. It's nothing this restaurant would deem fancy, and they're probably disappointed someone booking under the name Stark hadn’t bought the most expensive wine, champagne or even a pricey bourbon, but you wanted to choose based on sentimental value not monetary value. 

   “Well then, a toast to Tony” she smiles, lifting her glass to you

   You smile back and gently clink your glass to hers, “To Tony” 

   Her smile widens as she takes her first sip and you know you made the correct choice. Unfortunately your moment is interrupted as the waitress is still present.

   “If the wine is satisfactory, I can put in an entree and another drink order if the two of you would like something else beside alcohol” the waitress asks, specifically looking at your girlfriend

   You brush off the behavior of the waitress, afterall Wanda was looking even more stunning than usual in her new dress, you’d stare too, hell you still do. And besides, maybe she was just looking at Wanda because it was apparent you were doting on her this evening and therefore what she wanted, she got.

     “Yes, the wine is perfect, thank you.” Wanda says, smiling at the woman, “Detka(baby)?”

   You smile at her, “Order anything you want baby, you know I’ll eat whatever you get”

   She quickly glances over the menu before making her decision, “I’d like the sampler platter please”

   The waitress nods, “Of course, and what three things would you like?”

   “The stuffed mushrooms, the oysters, and the crab spinach and artichoke dip please.” your girlfriend enthusiastically tells her you can’t help but smirk at her choice of shellfish.

   “Is that everything?”

   “A couple of waters for us as well please” you add while finding it a bit annoying that the woman has yet to fully acknowledge your presence

   She quickly excuses herself, heading to the kitchen to put your order in and you decided not to dwell on her apparent rudeness. 

   You take a sip of your wine, “So…oysters huh?” 

   She blushes and becomes shy under your gaze, “I uh, I just thought…”

   “Oh, I know what you thought baby” you reply, stealthily allowing your hand to brush her dress out of the way and grab ahold of her thigh under the table, “And they’ll be plenty of time to test the theory later”

  Embarrassingly, Wanda finds herself already being affected by your slightest of touches, and she does her best not to let that show. You however, see right through her, as you usually do and your smirk widens into a grin.

   “What's wrong, love? You look a little flushed” you teasingly ask with a squeeze to her leg

   She clears her throat, “It's uh, it's nothing. Just the alcohol getting to me I could really use that water.”

   As if on cue the waitress re appears with your waters and unsurprisingly looks directly at Wanda once more, “Your entree will be out in no more than five minutes”

   When she walks away your head follows her, and at first a wave of jealousy flows through Wanda, that is until she realizes you aren't checking out the woman's ass but are instead looking at her retreating form in pure offense. She has a hunch she knows what's happening and she fully intends to take advantage of the situation.

   “Something wrong, detka(baby)?” 

   “Hm? No, it's nothing.” you reply facing her once more and grabbing your wine again

   She tilts her head at you, indicating she knows there's something but she knows better than to push it once you shake your hand in a way that tells her so. It's not like she's given the opportunity to pry either as your hand inches further up her leg and though she knows no one in the restaurant can see what you're doing she blushes at your boldness

   “Y/n.” she warns, trying her best to sound stern, but she's clearly melting at your touch

    To her displeasure you actually do listen to her and move your hand to her waist as you lean closer to her. Your lips ghost along her ear as you whisper to her, “You look stunning in that dress, but I can't wait to get you home and get you out of it”

   Satisfied with yourself you lean back in your chair with a wink and watch as Wanda chews on her bottom lip, her green eyes darkening a shade. Before you can tease her anymore you waitress returns with the platter. 

    She sets it down between the two of you, passing you your plate before handing Wanda hers. Just as Wanda grabs it the waitress conveniently moves her one hand and you watch with a furrowed brow as it brushes against the ring covered hand of your girlfriend. 

   The furrow deepend when instead of saying something about her obsessed and hovering nature Wanda merely offers her a glowing smile and with her cheeks still pink from your earlier words you just know this dumb waitress thinks it's her doing.

   “Are you ready to order?” she asks feigning innocence

   “Yes, I’ll have the chorizo carbonara” you reply curtly and Wanda again must hide her knowing smile

   “And I'll have the slow roasted tomato, garlic and shrimp spaghetti” Wanda tells her

   “Oh what a lovely choice! That's one of my favorites here and may i just say the chef is incredible at making-”

“Thank you.” you grit out, still trying to sound civil as you cut her off, “I’ll let you know if we need anything else.”

   She walks off to tend another table, and you let out a huff as you're thoroughly annoyed with the woman's behavior. How dare she behave like this. Not only is it unprofessional to ogle a customer but Wanda was quite clearly your date. No one books a table at this place on Valentine's day for anyone other than a significant other. Which she is. She's your girlfriend Yours. Your thoughts are now quite loud, and Wanda does her best to hide her smirk by stuffing a mushroom into her mouth.

  She hums as she appreciate all the flavors, “These are absolutely delicious”

   You smile as you grab one for yourself, “I bet they are, but I’m more interested on your opinion on the oysters”

   Her blush returns and she grabs one of the mollusks and you watch, contently eating your stuffed mushroom as she tries it. She doesn’t grimace or gag, in fact she looks pleasantly surprised by its flavor.

   “So, how is it?”

   “Tasty” she admits, holding one out for you, “Wanna try it?”

   You stare at the slightly slimy looking thing in her hand but decide to give it a try, “Well, I don't know if it's a new favorite but it's definitely edible, and flavorful.”

   Before she can continue the conversation the waitress, much to your annoyance, returns. She has the bottle of wine in hand so you suppose you can forgive this disturbance as both your glasses are now empty. And of course she pours Wandas first, eyes lingering over her as she does so.

     “I like your necklace” the waitress rasps, and your jaw clenches as you know how low that particular chain drops

   “Thank you” Wanda giggles, clutching at the charm and you clear your throat

   “My glass is also empty” you politely state, but the glare you present the both of them with is enough to have the women straightening their postures

   Wanda decides that she's let the waitress work you up enough, and judging by the woman's thoughts as well as your own she knows that leaving the table will be favorable.  

   “Excuse me miss, could you tell me where the bathroom is?”

   “Oh, sure.” she says, pointing off to the left, “Down the hall, first door on the right is the ladies lounge”

   “I’ll be right back detka(baby)” she announces before standing to leave you alone with the annoyance, who to your displeasure is deeply enthralled by the sway of your girlfriend's hips as she walks away

   “Your meals should be out in 20 minutes…” she hardly manages to relay in her distracted state

   “Right. Great.” you say before abruptly standing and quickly following in the brunettes footsteps

   Wanda spins around as soon as she hears the door open, and a chill runs through her at your intense glare. You look around the room and quickly determine two things. Firstly, this was the largest one person bathroom you've ever seen. Secondly, the fad of bathroom lounges had not died out in fancy expensive restaurants. 

   “Y/n..”

   You quickly lock the door before storming over to her, pinning her between you and the vanity's countertop and effectively silencing her, “That bitch has been looking you up and down all night. I’m sick of it.”

   Her hands grab ahold of your biceps then, trying in vain to get you to move your grip to her hips as she's desperate for your touch by now. You make a point to not even show her that you notice this, instead tilting your head at her to show your irritation at her behavior at the table. 

    “And you” you grit out as you press your knee against her center, “Haven’t said a damn thing to her about it. Instead offering her cute little giggles and smiles.”

   She tries her best to grind down against you and you make no effort to help her. She's obviously eager to prove to you that the waitresses' affections meant nothing so who were you to stop her. 

   Your eyes darken as you watch her move and she wraps her arms around your neck in an effort to bring you even closer, “Please kiss me”

    You eye her for a moment, letting her wonder if you intend to make her beg. But you relent to her request and crash your lips into hers. Your hands finally land on her hips and she lets out a moan as you guide her movements on your thigh. To her displeasure you cut the kiss short, leaving her desperately panting to catch her breath as your mouth moves against her collarbone.

   “Detka(baby)” she whines, and you grunt in annoyance against her soft skin before pulling back to look at her, “Please touch me”

  You pull away from her almost completely, ignoring the way her eyes pleading look at you, “Touch yourself”

  “B-but..”

   You cut her off with a firm shake of your head, “We only have 15 minutes babygirl, so go on. Show me how much you need me.”

   She nods, swallowing thickly as she feels the effect your words have on her. Knowing she's unallowed to remove any clothing without your specific instructions she dutifully pulls her dress up to reveal her silky panties to you. There's a very obvious and large wet spot on them which you're quite proud to have caused. You watch her hand slip past her waistband and though this is far from the first time you've had her in a position like this, a blush still settles across her cheeks at the action.

   "That's my good girl” you praise, watching the way her face contorted in pleasure with a whimper as her fingers brush against her sensitive clit

   A moan ripples through her as she inserts them inside herself, and she finds herself slightly embarrassed by just how much of her slick is already dripping down her fingers. The sound of her arousal permeates the room and she knows you'll hold that information against her.

   “Listen to you. I hardly touched you and you're already dripping” you chuckle at her mockingly, “You're such a little slut”

   “Your slut” she whimpers, imagining your fingers inside her instead of her own

   “All mine” you confirm, bringing your lips to her neck once more

   She hisses as your teeth dig into her soft flesh but the arm that wraps around your neck tells you that she doesn't mind the pain. Your mouth continues to mark her, slowly moving further down the lowcut of her dress and therefore her chest. One of your hands suddenly cups her breast and she lets out another moan, but the contact caught her off guard enough that her fingers slow

  “Don’t you dare stop, or I’ll leave you in this bathroom just like this”

  “No, please” she whimpers as her hold on you tightens, “I need you. Need you so badly, I- ”

   She's cut off by a thrust of her own fingers but you encourage her to continue, “Go on, you what?”

   She moans again as her hips grind down onto her hand, “Need you to fuck me, please. Please detka(baby)”

   A growl leaves you, and you hungrily devour her in a kiss. She melts into your embrace, whining desperately as you finally allow her to feel what's hidden inside your pants.

   “Oh fuck…”

   “I’m going to ruin you, so you and that waitress know exactly who you belong to.” 

   Without a second of hesitation you pick her up and her legs instinctively wrap around your waist as you carry her over to the lounge's small sofa. You gracelessly plop down, causing the hand still buried in her to jolt and she lets out a cry of pleasure

   “Shh babygirl” you coo, and she buries her face in your neck as you settle on the sofa, “You can’t be too loud, ok? We don’t want anyone to hear how needy you are”

   She nods in understanding as her hands fumble with your belt and you lift your hips up just enough for her to tug them and your boxers down to your knees. Her bottom lip once again finds itself trapped between her teeth as she takes in the sight of one of your larger dildos in the harness between your legs. 

   While she's busy admiring your cock your hands move to her underwear, and in one swift motion you rip them off her body. She doesn’t have time to complain as the toy begins to enter her, stretching her open deliciously and she lets out a guttural moan.

    “Unless of course, you’d like the entire restaurant to know what a whore you are.”

    Her cheeks turn even redder at your insinuation as she continues to slide down on your cock and she leans heavily into you for support, “N-no…you're just so big”

   “Mmhm but you can handle it. Now be good and fuck yourself on my cock”

    She firmly plants her legs on the cushions beside you before doing as she's told, moving herself up and down with vigor. Your hands rest on her thighs, squeezing the plump flesh before moving further up and under her dress. They rest firmly on her hips as they rock and she wildly grabs at your dress shirt's collar, pulling you in for a very heated and messy kiss that further smears her lipstick.

   The sounds of you sucking more marks onto her mixed with her breathy moans fills the room, accompanied only by the occasional scrape or thump from the sofa as it moves and based on her erratic movements you know she's close.

      “You like that, baby?” you grunt, helping guide her hips movements 

   “Yes! You feel so good inside me!” she affirms, tightening her fists in your shirt, “I‘m gonna cum! Please can I cum?”

   “Go ahead baby, make a mess for me”

   Just like that the tightened knot inside her snaps and her juices drip and run down the toy inside her. She slumps into you, but you give her no time to relax. You quickly switch positions, slamming her into the cushions below you as you stand above her, the toy still buried inside her puffy cunt.

   Still sensitive she whimpers in protest, and gently pushes at your shoulder in an attempt to get you to pull out. Or at least to wait. You scoff at the meek attempt and give her your smug smile, “I told you, I’m gonna ruin you” 

   You grunt,  and begin thrusting wildly into her. Your one hand wraps around her throat as the other braces you against the wall above the sofa. The back of it crashes against the wall with a steady rhythm as you fuck her and you watch as her eys practically roll to the back of her head.

   “Tell me who you belong to baby”

   “You!” she gasps out, quickly nearing her second release, “I’m yours

   “That's right, now cum for again sweetheart.” you command, watching as pleasure overtakes her features once more. You continue to help her through her orgasm, only stopping when she can’t take anymore. You cup her cheek softly, caressing her cheek as you smile down at her, “Such a good girl Wanda. You did so well for me”

   She shyly smiles back, trying her best not to think about how many people just had their meals interrupted by her moans. But she's brought out of these thoughts as move away from her, slowly pulling out of her in the process.

   “I know baby, but I’ve gotta get you cleaned up so we can return to our table. Afterall, I’m sure a certain waitress is missing your presence”

    She goes to tell you to stop teasing, but all words die in her throat as she feels your tongue slide against her folds. Her hips automatically rut into you, despite being a sensitive mess still, “Detka(baby), please. Too much. I can’t”

   “Shh, don’t worry. I’m just cleaning up your mess” you assure her, though she doesn't believe you

   She whimpers and her hand latches onto the top of your head, “Fuck detka(baby)! I- I’m gonna make another if you don’t stop!”

   Your eyes bore into hers then as your mouth doubles down on its so called cleaning efforts and her thighs tremble at her upcoming orgasm. Your tongue swipes against her clit and that's all it takes to have her coming undone once more, her cum gushing into your awaiting mouth as you continue to give kitten licks. Finally after you're satisfied with the state you've gotten her in you relent and get up so you can actually clean her up.

   Once that's actually done and your girlfriend has caught her breath, she stands, pulling a clean pair of panties from her clutch before putting themm on and you make a mental note to tease her about knowing they would be needed later. You watch as she moves over to the vanity to fix her hair and makeup and beam proudly when a gasp leaves as she sees her own reflection. 

   Nearly all of her exposed chest is covered with hickies, and her neck sports quite a few of your marks too. There's no way she can hide these while here, she’ll simply have to wear them out of the bathroom with pride. Which is exactly what she does

   As you both exit the bathroom you're met with a quiet. Not the complete silence kind, there's light chatter in the distance accompanied by the soft ambient music and clanging of silverware. But it's enough to know that the tables close to the hallway as well as anyone that happened to come down this hall absolutely would have heard what was happening inside the bathroom.

   Embarrassment floods Wanda, and she quickly grabs ahold of your hand to anchor her as you lead her back to your table. She keeps her eyes glued to the floor, trying her best to avoid others' gazes even though she can still feel them burning into her. It doesn't take a genius to know she's uncomfortable and thankfully as her girlfriend you know how to fix it. 

       As soon as you return to your table you sit down, but as Wanda goes to do the same you tug her closer to you by your still conjoined hands, “Where are you going?”

   “My seat?” she replies in a confused whisper, pointing to the other chair

   “Nuh uh” you reply, smiling as you pint to your lap, “Your seats right here”

   “Y/n!” she whispers scoldingly, missing how you meant it as a way to offer her comfort with your closeness

   “It's ok, Wans. Sit and let me hold you. No one will say anything” It only takes her a few seconds to relent, and to both of you are relieved as she relaxes against you, letting your hand on her lower back soothe her

   Only a few minutes pass before you see the waitress bringing a tray over to your table. She's far too focused on not tripping or bumping into anyone to notice anything amiss but as soon as she stops walking her eyes nearly fall out of her head.

   Her gaze takes in every mark that stands out against your girlfriends pale complexion, but she quickly tears her eyes away as she hears you clear your throat and sees your proud smirk.

   “I uh…h-here's your food” she nervously stutters, placing your plate down in front of you but stalling when it came to placing Wanda's anywhere

   You silently slide your plate to the side and point to the open space, which earns you a thankful hand squeeze from the woman on your lap. The waitress nods, much too quickly to be comfortable and sets Wanda's plate down next to yours.

   “W- will there be anything else?” 

   “No thanks, I've already had my dessert.” you reply with a cheeky smile, “My girlfriend could use some more wine though.”

   As the waitress scurries off the aforementioned girlfriend turns too look at you, “Really?”

   “What? She asked!” you defend, “And besides, she had to hear me say you were mine.”

   “I think your marks spoke for themselves detka(baby)”

   “Well, now she absolutely certain” you reply, leaning forward to take a sip of wine from your own almost empty cup

   Wanda takes the opportunity to kiss your cheek, leaving behind a perfect imprint of her lips, “Fine. Then that makes sure its known that your mine”

   You can’t help but smile as she turns, immediately digging into her meal like a woman starved, which she probably was after what you had put her through moments ago. You gently wrap your arms around her waist and lean into her, kissing her cheek softly, “All yours my love. Now dig in and enjoy. We've got a whole meal to enjoy and a waitress to antagonize”

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[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi: Quick Reacts (CHAPTER 1)

Hey guys, what’s up! I’ve been neglecting to read things for a long time, being as busy as I am, but I thought it was about time I actually consume some media instead of making it for once. That’s the healthy way of doing it, I hear!

Anyway, since I like to react to the things I read, I figured I may as well record my reactions to the manga known as ‘Dungeon Meshi’ or ‘Delicious in Dungeon’ as its localized title. 

You can read the manga on your own here! Or find it elsewhere, though I encourage you to support the artist as much as you’re able. 

I cannot promise that this will be an ongoing series, I just wanted to have a bit of fun with it. This read-and-comment liveblog will contain spoilers - obviously!

Let’s get right into it!

For the sake of clarity - this comics reads RIGHT to LEFT!

Immediately, this is way more intense than what I was expecting! I thought this was gonna be cutesy, but this is straight up intense! I wonder how the eating portion of the story will tie into--

ah.

Gotta say, this style is one of my favorites. This is such a simple yet expressive way of drawing characters, distinguishing them and yet keeping it mildly realistic! It’s a delight to see. 

The resource scarcity realism is.,.. impressive. I wonder if the author based it off of a specific videogame or a ttrpg? I know TTRPGs aren’t huge in Japan, but this really does have fantastically recognizable RPG vibes. 

This is great, but I have to comment on the fact that (unsurprisingly) this is such a Japanese array of foods. It reminds me of an izakaya menu. Specifically the ‘thick-cut bacon’ bit - what is called ‘bacon’ in Japan is not bacon as Americans know it. It’s the same cut of meat, but it’s not cured nor smoked... It’s simply HAM. 😂 

Shockingly, I really can sense that these guys are friends with just a few pages.

What do you mean ‘noo’??? It’s literally a giant ass mushroom 

I think I can honestly this this is the point at which I realized I might just love Laios. 

you may not like it, but this is the ideal man. rabid and ready to cook anything he finds at a moment’s notice. 

IT’S A WOK. I THOUGHT IT WAS A SHIELD. HE’S CARRYING AROUND A POT ON HIS BACK. Incredible.11/10

I do so appreciate the seasoned-adventurer energy here. She straight up said ‘oh huh this thing killed me once before! a traumatic memory! neat!’ and then got right back to it. 

Never have I wanted to create a character based around this whole concept more than I do now. 

oh I SEE. 😂

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog: Wakfu Season 2 (episodes 1-5)

Episode 1 - Monsters and Chimeras

I didn't mention it in the liveblog of season 1, but I think it is probably common for a person in a group of adventurers to be a scribe/quest journal keeper.

(putting on a crepinjurgenite tinfoil hat) We know that Kerubim keeps one canonically, and that as a child Joris liked scrap booking, so my headcanon is as follows:

While travelling alone, Joris keeps a private travel journal nobody is allowed to read (it has: drawings and photos of views he found beautiful + quick sketches of maps and notes on environment to refine at home (HE'S CANONICALLY INTO CARTOGRAPHY, BESIDES PHOTOGRAPHY) + he gets sappy&mentally ill about it all, so it's cringe to him.) (Unsurprisingly, it never contains any sensitive political data or his objectives, and if he does need to write something like that down, he tears that page out asap)

Atcham doesn't keep journals as a rule (having a literal paper trail might reveal to the investigators the location where he hid the bodies)

While travelling as a group, Kerubim keeps the journal, and it's a pretty pragmatic one (for him. He writes down the most random things, from important info, to actual fucking recipies he learned and personal notes à la "NOTE! next morning after we exit the tavern i should buy tangerines. i think Joris is beginning to suffer vitamin C deficiency but is keeping silent about it as usual"). Unlike Joris, he isn't into photography or doodling, HOWEVER, he will purposefully ask Joris to take photos and draw maps/landmarks in that journal. Because Joris is good at it. (And because he has had a folder of Joris's art through ages 4-600 in a hidden room in the house, all framed and sorted alphabetically, and he NEEDS more items in the collection.)

Episode 2 - Rubilaxia

It was mentioned at the end of the previous episode that Eva would be making her way through the Cania plains, and I am glad the series shows us at least one of the unique rocks found in Cania.

I don't know why, but it feels nice when the games and the cartoons represent the same place the same way. That's why I'm pointing that out.

Episode 3 - Remington Smisse

(coughs) This sword appears in episode 1 of the critically acclaimed (and worldwide-beloved) show under the name "Dofus: Aux Tresors de Kerubim"

Once again, the show has been planting seeds for Adamai's joker arc for its entire run, and still managed to squander it during season 3.

I have never seen a show fumble the bag that bad, I'm sorry.

Episode 4 - The Return of Percedal

Big believer in rubitristeva. A family can be a dad and swdad (sword dad) and a mom.

Episode 5 - The Dragon Pig

Wakfu Cannibalism Counter: 1

The reason I point this out is that, with every instance of inter-adventurer cannibalism in canon, the chance that Joris, Kerubim, and Atcham have tasted human flesh (outside of Waven) grows.

On the topic of Waven Cannibalism Lore, strangely, porkassess, AKA the pig people who are stuck in a mutual cannibalism war with Bonta under Joris's rule (technically not cannibalism because they are a different sentient species from twelvians, similar to goblins and bworks, but I doubt it's much better...) worship the minor god Ougah (who is a mushroom)

It is unknown (at least, to me) what the hell the Dragon Pig is.

But he is definitely tasty.

While they were busy grinding their professions and doing pizzlarva quests, he was dungeon crawling with his guild.

Also, let me be real, the whole conflict of "boo-hoo, nobody respects Tristepin" is random, mean-spirited, and out of character, inserted into the show simply to create conflict. Tristepin got resurrected after weeks of them thinking he was dead. They should not, logically, treat him this way (at least yet).

Reasons I think Dragon Pig might be an immortal, perpetually reincarnating/perpetually killed porkass: Does this to a person who lives in areas surrounding Bonta.

[cattynamie]

How would they react if you fall?

Trey clover + Ruggie Bucchi + Jade Leech (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Author's note : Did this because I was bored... Though, i hope whoever reads it likes it! Once again, it's the first time I'm writing for all these characters. So if I make any mistakes by getting their character, please let me know! Notes and criticism will be very much appreciated ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

Warnings : None! (Jade and Ruggie being little shits) completely SFW and anyone can read freely! The reader has no pronouns as far as I'm aware and can or can not be Yuu! The choice is up to you (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

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Trey clover

I love this man sm but bro didn't get to help you up because it was so sudden and didn't get to react in time ;(

It all happened when you two where walking on the Heartslabyul and you just HAD to trip on a bucket full of red paint.

Basically, making you faceplant HARD into the grass. (And also staining grand part of the grass with the red paint that was spilled....)

"Oh my go- (y/n), are you okay?" Cut to Trey crouching down inmediatly to see if you were okay <3

May or may not laugh, really depends on the topic you both were talking before your accident.

But if he DOES laugh, don't think that it's going to be an mocking laugh of all sorts, no.

He's going to help you up on your feet and check up on you while he lets out quiet chuckles, nothing more. (Ignoring the CRIME SCENE looking grass..)

After a few seconds you both notice what you accident did and... You both basically bail the scene before anyone saw you both beside the spilled paint.

Overall! Pretty good (unsurprisingly) , an extra point to help you hide after your mess. 10/10

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Ruggie Bucchi

LAUGHS. (It was probably his fault that you tripped in the first place...)

He's laughing as if he's never laughed in his whole LIFE.

Thank god there was no one around you both....

Will probably ask you if you're okay between laughs but it's okay since he's AT LEAST, asking.

Eventually help's you by crouching down slightly and offering his hand so he can pull you up. (Please pull him down with you after because he deserves it)

As Ruggie helps you up, HE'S STILL LAUGHING.

And from now on, he's never going to let you forget it. He'll bring up your fall ANY chance he gets. Also laughs everytime he remembers... (It's not that funny.)

Overall... Ehhh... Good enough. Half of a point point because he offered you a CRUMB of a donut he buyed later as some kind of consolation.

7.5/10

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Jade Leech

Bro IS the thing that made you trip.

Just to catch you 💀💀 You're getting mixed signals from this man.

"Oh my, what would you do without me, hm?" (Be happy.)

Helps you effortlessly on your feet with THAT one smile.... Even thought he knows you know that he did it on purpose.

He makes you "payback" for his service by accepting an after hours date in the lounge, (After hours because Azul did NOT have to know that the lounge was still open just so Jade can try to woo you).

Needless to say, the date thing was actually pretty nice. It was a candle light dinner with the most expensive plates on the lounge's menu, he made them himself , of course. (He somehow managed to sneak in AT LEAST six mushrooms in all of them, much to Floyd's disgust because he couldn't eat the leftovers.)

Overall. Good. He's still not done with this "payback" you owe him for saving your life from the terrible death of falling... Extra points for the dinner. 6.7/10

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OKAY that's all!! Any kind of note will be appreciated!! THANK YOU TO ANYONE WHO READS I LOVE YOU BYEEEE

[mycoblogg]

FOTD #042 : pink oyster! (pleurotus djamor)

the pink oyster mushroom is a fungus in the family pleurotaceae. it is most commonly found in mexico, indonesia & places with similar climates !!

the big question : can i bite it?? YES :-) this fungus is edible & delicious. it is used in asian cooking. despite its choice edibility, it is rarely sold due to its 24h shelf life.

p. djamor description :

"the pink oyster mushroom, unsurprisingly, has a pink color. it has a curly cap which is 2 – 5 cm in diameter. the caps are also quite thin. the gills are long & pronounced. the stem is very short or even non existent."

[images : source, source & source] [fungus description : source]

[zeldaelmo]

@knomeofzurich made wonderful art for this story! Please make sure to check it out and reblog if possible! 🫶🏼

Chapter 12 - Moving Pieces

The only good thing about this horrible event was the show fight. When Link had been told he was supposed to fight an imitation of a Gleeok—a three-headed dragon-like creature—he had been thrilled. Even the prospect of the fight being aired on TV and displayed on giant screens in front of the stage didn’t dampen his excitement.

Unfortunately, that thrill had subsided quickly when he entered the training session and was met with three poor new recruits who lifted medicine balls to symbolize the three heads he was supposed to hit. Unsurprisingly, that turned out to not be a ball for any of them.

But now, while he stood on the stage, his silly tunic blowing in the gusts of the wind machine, the excitement was back. He twirled the blade in his hand—a rusty traveler's sword with a mushroom glued to it—and a grin crept on his face when a fog machine went off. The Gleeok, a mechanical construction covered in black paper maché, emerged with a bolt of lightning (coming from a hidden strobe) as a greeting.

“Hello, Beautiful,” Link murmured, before he raised his sword skyward and let out a “Hi-yah” the clipboard ladies had insisted on.