#Gentle rocking of traveling at speed

[somecallmekay]

Late night trains through the dark my beloved

[velarisdusk]

Murmurs of the Abyss

Day 26: Mind Control | Rhysand x Reader word count: 800 author's note: yk whats so crazy is that i HATED this while i was writing it but im looking at it now and she's kinda beautiful a little bit ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦

Your thoughts are no longer your own, drifting in a haze of pleasure and warmth. Rhysand’s voice fills every corner of your mind, his commands soft but absolute. 

Good. Just like that, my love, he purrs, his words sliding through your consciousness, sending shivers down your spine.

You find yourself kneeling on the bed before him, his dark eyes fixed on you, a lazy confident smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Your body responds before you can even think—your back arches, your legs spreading wider, as though moved by an unseen force. Unseen, but not unknown. Rhysand’s will. His touch is featherlight, but the connection in your mind makes every brush of his skin against yours feel electric, as though the sparks are traveling straight to the deepest parts of you. There’s no need for words—he doesn’t need to speak to you when his voice is already buried inside your thoughts, guiding every movement, every breath.

Touch yourself for me, darling, his voice commands, and before you can process the thought, your hands are already sliding down your body. Your fingers find the slick heat between your thighs, and a gasp escapes your lips, your hand moving in slow, tortuous strokes, entirely out of your control. 

The sensation is overwhelming, your body responding to a desire that feels both yours and not. You’re trapped in this strange, blissful limbo—aware of everything, but powerless to stop it. And gods, you don’t want to. The way his magic wraps around your mind, pushing your body to obey, is intoxicating.

Faster, just like that, Rhysand’s voice growls, and your fingers pick up speed, each movement dictated by him, drawing you closer to the edge. He’s not just watching you—he’s making you do this, and the knowledge sends a fresh wave of heat crashing through you.

Your mind screams with pleasure, your body obeying his every silent order. Your legs tremble, hips rising off the bed to meet the rhythm he’s set for you. His power presses down on you, a constant, gentle force that takes away your agency, leaving you to be a willing puppet to his desires.

“Rhys,” you whimper, but the words barely register before he takes hold of you again.

Hands off. Now, he commands, and just as easily as your fingers had moved, they stop, pulling away from the heat of your core. The denial makes you moan, but even that sound is swallowed by the fog in your mind. You’re helpless to do anything except what he wants, and it makes your pulse quicken, your arousal burning even hotter.

Rhysand’s fingers replace yours, stroking along your thigh, but you can’t move. Can’t reach for him, can’t even shift your hips toward him—his hold over you is too strong, his power keeping you locked in place. You’re at his mercy, unable to do anything except feel.

Now, ride me, darling. Show me how much you crave this, his voice purrs in your mind, but your body already knows what to do.

Without conscious thought, your legs swing over him, straddling his hips, your core aching as you sink down onto him in one smooth motion. The sensation is sharp, almost too much, but you’re powerless to stop. His hands rest lightly on your hips, but it’s his mind that truly controls you, forcing your body to move up and down in a rhythm that drives you wild.

Your mind is foggy, dazed by the intensity of it all—his control, the way he fills you completely, the way your body obeys his every command without hesitation. You’re moving, rocking against him, but it’s all him. You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to.

Faster. Harder. You better not be holding out on me.

Your pace increases, each movement deep and desperate, your body responding to his will, and only his. He’s pushing you higher, taking you to the edge, and you can’t stop it—he won’t let you.

“Please,” you gasp, your voice broken, but it doesn’t matter. You don’t have control anymore.

Come for me, beautiful, he orders, and with that final command, your release hits you like a storm, ripping through you with a force that leaves you trembling. You’re nothing but sensation, your body writhing in his lap, every nerve ignited as your orgasm crashes over you. He holds you through it, his grip firm on your hips, guiding your body until the last shudder fades.

When you finally come down, your mind begins to clear, the fog lifting as Rhysand slowly pulls back his influence. You feel his power recede, leaving you breathless and limp in his arms, the echo of his control still lingering on your skin.

“Perfect,” he murmurs against your ear, his hands gently stroking your back.

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[shirefantasies]

Of Kings and Queens (F!Reader)

What is it like to be wife of the kings of Middle Earth, you ask?

Théoden

✧ You are his rock, reassuring him that the best thing he could give you is his heart, the very thing you have held for years. Still he has the best of everything he can have made for you and surprises you with trails of wildflowers just as he did when you were young and first in love, all to show his unending gratitude.

✧ A man in every sense, Théoden lives to ease your days, offering you his arm for the warmth, safety and stability of a walk. Any time your joined steps decline to a staircase or any other obstacle, your husband has a hand at the ready, the other resting gently against your hip. At the first sign of danger his arm will be outstretched across you, placing himself between you and the threat.

✧ He remembers the day he first took you to the stables, the way you extended a hand toward his horse hesitantly only for your eyes to light up like fabled fireworks when you made contact with him, creations a unity of new and old yet all magic. You were happy to follow Théoden's lead, wrapping your arms tightly around him as he guided your shared mount in a trot over green fields and toward the hills, air rushing through helmet and hair with speed gained. The sound of it paling in comparison to the music of your laugh, joyful freedom ringing out into the sunlit air.

✧ Always whispering praises between kisses, his breath tickling your shoulder, neck, right along the shell of your ear as he travels, telling you a different attribute, quality, or even part of your body he loves until he has praised all of you. Théoden realizes he does not always speak his feelings, share enough of his most vulnerable thoughts, but alone as he nuzzles against your skin he breaks down and the words tumble from him like a waterfall.

✧ Never will you bear a burden alone; not only is Théoden’s shoulder forever yours to lean on, but your husband, your king, insists on carrying the heaviest things for you. Even after a simple day on the market, he takes the basket from your hands. Even if you giggle and tell him you can take it, your heart warms every time, knowing he truly does not wish to see you struggle.

Aragorn

✧ Beyond all the rich things he could give you simply by means, Aragorn looks to your heart in all matters. His gifts to you will only be of fine shining things if that is what you wish, but if you, like him, value sentiment and a hint of practicality, you will find everything at your disposal toward the pursuits you love and the memories you hold dearest.

✧ Cannot get enough of the feeling of your skin upon his. Affectionately brushes his hand along the curve of your cheekbone, reaches a hand out to take yours, and breaks into a wide smile when he feels your leg hook his beneath a table. Trailing his touch up and down its surface absentmindedly. When you stroll side by side, it will be with Aragorn’s arm about your waist or hand in yours.

✧ There need not be any more than your simple presence for him to be happy. The sight of you beckoning him from your chaise, your smile as he complies, crossing the room to recline at your side, enjoy the music of your giggle as he runs a hand softly over your hair and inquires as to your thoughts in this beautiful moment.

✧ Nary makes a decision without weighing your words among all others. His love for you extends to your mind, the heart you have for those around you, all the qualities that make you an excellent queen as well as wife. Firm is Aragorn's belief that a queen is far more than an accessory to the king, but a ruler in her own right whom he would trust with his kingdom in any time of strife. His actions alongside his words of trust and praise remind you of this truth each and every day of your shared reign.

✧ Aragorn is always behind you to lace your dress and shoes, his hands so gentle as they work the ties and brush against your skin, caressing your hair or cheek as he finishes.

Thranduil

✧ Even beyond the feeling that he must grant you kingly gifts, he desires it greatly- both for the pleasure of seeing you dripping with silver that shines almost as bright as your eyes and also as any small token, for you deserve the stars themselves and Thranduil would gift you those if he could.

✧ Guides you with a hand about your waist whenever you walk together, not for any lack of trust but simply the way he can revel in your presence. Show you off. You are the most beautiful accessory he could ask for and so much more. A gem in far more respects than those of the earth.

✧ Thranduil takes interest in anything that you do, throwing himself into your passions with nearly as much fervor as your own. Be it writing, sewing, blacksmithing, pottery, the crafting of fine accessories, you say the word. At the king’s word, you will have a desk, workbench, wheel, or forge set up in your name, all the ink or steel or fabrics or clay you could desire, and of course your husband will be there at your side. Whether years of some royal training have already made an expert of him or his hands are virgin to your craft, Thranduil insists on lessons from you and the chance for your hands to come together as one just as your hearts, creating a thing of beauty together.

✧ Defends any slight or insult directed your way with such venom, it as as though the words address him. Which they do, as Thranduil professes to you afterward- the safety of your body, your heart, your mind, weigh upon him just as much as, if not more than, those of his own. You are the greatest sum, the greatest part of his whole. Just as he tells you, Thranduil proudly tells all.

✧ It had been an offhand comment, just a note of a day whose heat had ballooned your stress and ached your muscles. Continuing your tasks, you all but forgot you had even spoken it until Thranduil led you by the hand to your special little hollow where he had drawn a bath. Dripping fine oils into the water to send fragrance spiraling into the steamy haze, rings drifting out from each droplet and faintly disturbing the flowers floating on the water’s surface. So beautiful and all for you, he reminds you as he helps you undress and lower into the water with him.

Thorin

✧ No improvements can be made to the divine gift that is your body, the eyes that look upon Thorin with such love and devotion, and yet his heart swells whenever he sees you clad in the finery of his people, silken threads he commissioned just for you and jewels to symbolize every memory and passion you share: a secret language just for you two.

✧ Reserved as he is with his touches in public, keeping a hand in yours or gently upon your shoulder in times of needed protection or comfort, Thorin worships your form when only your eyes are upon him, yours and the stars and perhaps the Valar, who he suspects would even envy the way his hands trace over your warm, heavenly curves.

✧ At first he is reluctant to let you into the forges, the heat and smiths' sweat and harsh strikes of hammers falling upon steel. But was your position not a testament to your resilience, the love you showed an imperfect king day after day not a sign or strength untold, and did glimpses of you on the battlefield that Thorin would hold in his mind for eternity not capture your will? Soon you are his smithing apprentice, your smile at his side worth any risk it could serve to you.

✧ His favorite tales to tell young ones are those of you, the moment he realized you were his One, recounting times that his life was saved by you, of how his stubbornest of hearts was touched by love even more headstrong and open. Thorin is always there in your most vulnerable moments, wiping your tears, caressing your cheek and resting his forehead against yours as he whispers the perfect antidote to the poisons of your mind or others' words.

✧ Thorin listened intently when you lamented your favorite necklace breaking, how you thought it was going to last longer. He said little, did not offer a replacement, anything. Not three days later your prized jewelry lay upon your armoire, strong as if new again.

Bard

✧ He hadn’t wanted to be king. Not at first. You yourself had all but laughed at the prospect of being a queen, yet that was what suited you so well to the role. Over the years, Bard has felt the shift, the changing from practical gifts like the new apron he’d had made for you to things he’d once believed to be outside of your means. Things he always felt you deserved, but now can give you. Pretty necklaces befitting the queen you always were in your husband’s eyes.

✧ Bard’s hand upon you is often protective, the grip of your fingers being tightly woven into his to keep you close in a crowd or a hand resting gently against your shoulder when he, as if with a sixth sense, detects a spike of anxiety threatening to pierce your chest. He will be your shield as often as he can be, your comfort as his thumb gently draws circles on the back of your hand or along your shoulder blade.

✧ Forever it will be one of your memories the way your husband took you out one day upon the lake, paddling you out beneath the night sky, candles lit in jars he had cleaned and a meal packed in your basket. How Bard had managed to keep the soup so warm beneath the lake's winds you did not know nor question, not when your mug of it felt so warm beneath your hands and your husband's gleaming brown eyes fixed upon you so, encouraging you to join him in a kiss over the steam and beneath the canopy of the Valar's glittering blessings to your sky.

✧ Straight as his arrows did your husband’s words fly. Your virtues are as facts to him, stated as things beyond question.

✧ Sometimes it seems that Bard could fix anything. Be his feats replacing corset boning or tightening wardrobe knobs, you rarely go without with Bard by your side. For too long, after all, did his own family endure such. The one gratitude Bard feels in that being the ingenuity he has developed, the way he can silently aid his loved ones and make things last.

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[laylaplease]

The sweet torture of getting your nipples sucked.

ׁ ֶָ֢ ⏤͟͟͞͞☕️ ׁ ࣭ warnings ! ۪ ׁ ⊹ || Dom!Anakin × Sub!Fem!Reader, breast play, nipple play, dry humping, slight pain kink, praise, pet names (angel, sweet/good/perfect girl, love), piv, riding, brief crying. MDNI

"So soft. So beautiful everywhere…” Anakin’s hands travel up your waist, tugging you closer so your legs wrap more comfortably around his hips. Seated on his lap with your top bare, you allowed him to enjoy your body to his heart’s content.

His eyes admired the way your skin molds to the shape of his fingers, bending and curving to his touch, firm but gentle, as if you were made of porcelain. He wasn’t just sexual about touching you like this; to Anakin, seeing you in your vulnerability was just as emotionally rewarding as it was arousing. He had yet to acknowledge the bulge forming in his pants.

“My angel.” He praises you again, swallowing slowly to ease the mouthwatering.

He strokes up and down your sides, cupping your underbreasts and caressing the valley in between them. He was savoring the best for the least, the cherry on top, the cream of the cake, he would lick it clean when his hands were satisfied. For now, he just needed to touch you.

“Does that feel good, angel?” He glances deeply into your eyes, fingertips slowly rubbing the sides of your plush.

“Feels very good, Ani.” You reach out to caress his clothed arms, encouraging to touch you further. “It’s all for you.”

“That’s right.” His stare comes back down to your chest. “It’s all mine, sweet girl. Your whole body belongs to me. Your perfect body.”

He flicks his thumb over your hardening nipple to emphasize his words, earning a subtle squirm from you.

“There we go, that’s lovely too, mmm?” He coos in a more seductive voice, enjoying the way your core brushes against his with each little tremble you make. He leans to gently peck your cheek. “I know that pretty pussy is fluttering right now. Tell me it is.”

“It is…” You nod shyly, lowering your eyes to avoid his lustful gaze.

“C’mere,” He glides his hands around your hips, sneaking them under the waistband of your skirt to cup your upper glutes. “Don’t be shy now; rub it against me.” He guides you back and forth, slow motion making your covered clit brush against him.

You control that steady rhythm, fighting the urge to hump against him faster.

“That’s a good girl, keep going, slowly.” He kisses your pulse point, feeling your hastening heartbeat.

When he’s sure you’re doing well enough on your own, his hands come back to your front, groping your breasts with more determination now. Slowly rolling your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, he watches you carefully to make sure you’re staying in line and not wriggling too much for his liking.

Anakin seems to be stuck in a trance, his hands busy kneading your soft tits, squeezing them with a little bit more force each time before easing it up again. You manage to pull out a silent moan out of him, not being entirely sure if it was because of your humping or because he just enjoyed toying with your breasts that much.

You knew he was rock hard under you; it was practically impossible not to feel it, especially when your panties were drenched. Seeing him be focused entirely on your chest, you decide to speed up the movement a bit.

"Slowly." He pinches your nipples, tugging on the tender skin slightly to make sure you listen. "Be good. This is not for you, it’s for me. Be grateful you get to sit on my cock at all.” He reminds you before resuming massaging your flesh.

He was right; it was for him. It would rarely ever lead to anything else than getting your nipples absolutely ravaged numb and your delicate tissue covered in bitemarks. He loved doing that. He loved your softness, the welcoming warmth that, in his opinion, fit perfectly in his palms.

“There we go. My sweet, soft angel.” He praises you again; your little disobedience already forgotten. How could he be mad when you feel so good in his hands?

“A-Ani…” A tiny whimper escapes your lips, friction becoming just a tiny bit too much, sending a little aching waves.

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” He gently cups the bottom of your painful breast, raising it slightly.

Starting from your collarbone, he trails a line of soft kisses, sucking onto a few spots around your areola before laying a tender kiss on your nipple. Seeing your trembling cease, he licks all the way across it.

“Delicious.” He groans, his other hand teases your still-dry nipple, making sure to match the affection to the one that’s got the attention of his lips.

Your grinding gets irregular when his lips wrap around the very point of your breast, swirling his tongue around, covering you with his spit. When your skin becomes slippery enough, he sucks it in, slurping and digging his tongue right in the center, making you squirm just right on his dick.

Releasing your glazed peak, he quickly attaches his mouth to the other side, allowing the first to rest in his palm. He sucked on it vigorously, letting out an occasional gasp for air before latching onto you again. His hands are oblivious to your amplifying whimpers, he grabs onto your tits harder, pinching and twisting without remorse for your sore erogenous zones.

Anakin’s eyes were almost closed as he slurped around your sensitive spots, drool dripping down his chin and across your body. He was mesmerized by the taste of your skin, by the feeling and smell of it; if you were a dish, he would devour you completely. You were, however, too precious to be eaten, so he would satisfy his urges by biting into your supple flesh, barely stopping himself from breaking it.

“You’re crying,” He stops himself, parting his lips from your skin. “My love, why are you crying?” Voice laced with worry, he strokes your soaked tits, easing your sensitivity.

“I c-can’t—” You wipe the tears that you didn’t even notice yourself. “Feels too good…”

“Sweet girl…” He coos, cupping your cheek gently. “You’re so needy, aren’t you? Pussy too wet?”

You move your head a yes, looking into his eyes with the mercy-asking stare that always makes his heart flutter.

Anakin reaches down to free himself from his pants, pulling out his painfully throbbing length, tip red from the friction, and oozing precum, asking to be licked clean. But that’s not what he’d request; he was going to use it to end your suffering.

“Hips up, love.” He pats your butt, making you obey in an instant. “There we go.”

He lines himself at your entrance, pulling your panties aside. You don’t need to be told to lower yourself down; you need to have him inside too desperately to not instantly sink all the way to the brim. Anakin chuckles at your eagerness, but the laugh is quickly cut off by a soft moan escaping his lips from the pleasure of your spongy walls wrapping around entirely.

“My perfect girl.” He adjusts his hips so you can sit there comfortably, ridding him to your own wishes while he's back to tormenting your tits. “Now you can take more, yeah? Just ride the pain away, be good, and let me enjoy your sweet body.’’

Licking his lips, Anakin starts sucking on your nipple again, tugging it with his teeth until it snaps back to you, pressing his tongue flat across your breast and spreading more saliva. The sensation of his lips on your fragile buds and girthy cock pulsing deeply inside your pussy was too pleasant not to begin slowly bouncing up and down, the feeling of his tip brushing against your sweet spot instantly drowning out all the soreness. When the first loud moans of pleasure start leaving your lips, he’s greatly pleased.

“Just like that. Cum all over it, and I’ll suck your clit next.”

[thesassypadawan]

First Time For Everything (Padawan Obi-Wan x FemPadawanReader)

Summary: It’s Obi’s first time…ever. And although things have a rocky start, he quickly picks things up. But…there’s always time for more practice.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. First time fun and…Obi’s big, fat cock. Padawan reader and sweet boy are of age.

- “Kriff, sweetheart, I…” He kisses you desperately, sloppily. Hips moving impatiently against yours, cock sliding through your soaked folds. “…I want to be with you.”

- Excitement pools in your stomach, travels between your thighs. Hands resting on his chest, teeth nipping at his plush bottom lip. “Are you sure? I-”

- “I’m sure,” Obi-Wan whines softly. Lining himself up, hands squeezing your sides a tad too hard. “Please, just let me…”

- Clumsily he jerks forward, slipping past your entrance…poking at your bottom. You try your best to not giggle at his blunder. Watching his cheeks turn red, an embarrassed look spreads across his face.

- Instead you wrap your fingers around his impressive length, help realign him. Cooing words of encouragement. “It’s all right, it happens… Just relax, enjoy yourself… There’s a first time for everything…”

- Taking a steadying breath, he sinks into your warmth. Arms trembling, a low hiss escaping him. “Tight…so tight…”

- Fairing no better yourself, head tilts back. Hands fist the sheets, and a string of pants falls from your lips. While you struggle to take inch after thick inch, to adjust to the delicious stretch. “Tight…because you’re so big…so good…”

- “Go-good?” You can feel Obi twitch in response, see him attempt to compose himself. As he slowly begins to rock; testing the waters with small, deep thrusts. Tongue poking out slightly in the most adorable way; clearly focusing entirely too hard at the task at hand.

- Despite his awkward timing at first, he quickly finds his rhythm. Plunging into you smoothly, working with the way you roll your hips. Hitting that wonderful spot perfectly. “Yes…good.”

- He’s being so gentle, so careful. By the way he grips your waist though, you can tell he’s holding back. Most likely terrified of hurting you; always such a sweet boy…you’ll fix that.

- Bucking up, grinding against him hard…just enough to make him groan. You whimper, knowing the effect it will have; begging for him to… “Faster… Please go, faster…”

- “Of...of course, dar-darling.” Increasing the speed, he thrusts fervently. Head hung low, blue eyes focused…blown wide. Seemingly hypnotized by the tiny bump that appears in your abdomen every drive.

- “All you…” You shiver when his fingers ghost over, tentatively prod at the spot. “That’s all you, Obi…”

- Grabbing your leg, he pushes it higher. Palm pressing down as he slides deeper; your body starting to clench around him. Gummy walls fluttering, cock throbbing. Until…

- “I…I…” Hips stutter, then falter. Before slamming one last time, a strangled moan flying from his mouth. Spilling, painting your insides white with his hot cum.

- The sensation of being so stuffed, of having Obi-Wan squeeze himself through your skin combines. Making the tightly wound coil finally snap, sending you spiraling. Mewling frantically, gushing all over his cock.

- With a grunt, he collapses on top of you. Arms wrapping around you, holding you close. Nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, chuckling excitedly. “That…that was incredible! I…I… Can we do that again?!”

- Laughing along, coming down from your own high. You kiss the top of his head, whispering in his ear. “We can; you’re just going to have to give me a-”

- “Now… Now…” He mutters, beginning to lazily rock again. Tongue lapping at your collarbone, teeth biting tenderly. “Want to now…I-I need the practice.”

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[corvusphilia]

★ SKIN PRESSED AGAINST ME TIGHT

୨ৎ featuring: keishin ukai x afab! reader smut

୨ৎ notes: im afraid i need him bad

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He wanted your first time to be special. He's had so many meaningless flings before because he was horny and stupid when younger, he doesn't want the same to happen to you as well. You're special to him, so he wanted to do things right for once. So much so he looked like kind of a dweeb during your first date, only allowing himself to kiss you when you leaned in first. It's not like he didn't want to kiss you — because god only knows how long he had been fantasizing about those soft lips of yours — but he was actually terrified of messing up the one good thing he had going on.

So when, during your third date at his place as you two were making out on the couch, he felt your hands traveling from his shoulders to his chest until they reached the hem of his pants, he almost thought about pulling away. It was obvious what you wanted. And fuck if he didn't want it as well. But he was still reluctant — what if everything goes wrong after this?

He didn't dare stop you, though. Not when you took off his shirt, not when you straddled his lap, and definitely not when you started taking your own clothes off as well. For once, the lust clouding his judgment didn't seem like such a bad thing anymore. And the way you would squirm and gasp softly when he ran his large hands over your exposed skin — god fucking dammit, he couldn't hold back anymore. Especially when you seemed just as eager.

He pushed you back against the cushions, running two fingers over your clothed core, and couldn't help the soft groan that escaped his throat when he felt how wet you were. He leaned down, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as his hand now reached inside your underwear, the tips of his fingers barely grazing your clit. "Eager little thing, ain't ya?" He murmured against your skin, as if he wasn't hard as a fucking rock right now.

His fingers started rubbing slow circles against your clit. Painfully slow. It's like he was aiming at teasing rather than pleasuring, and that theory only got confirmed when he chuckled as you whined for him to speed up. He just kissed your neck in response to your pleas, pushing your underwear to the side rather than actually taking it off before removing his hand. He grabbed the base of his cock, stroking it a few times before sliding it up and down your slit, his head collecting your juices and never actually pushing inside as he continued to pepper kisses from your jawline to your collarbone.

He nipped at your neck when you squirmed in frustration. "Shh... Let me enjoy this for a bit, yeah?" He whispered, running his free hand up from your waist to your breast before giving it a light squeeze. He pulled away a few seconds after, one hand holding the armrest for stability while the other lined up his cock with your entrance. He looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed in, his head parting your folds and bullying its way into your tight heat.

"Fuck..." He groaned, his head falling forward as he felt your walls squeeze his shaft. "God, you feel so fuckin' good," He moaned out and, after waiting to make sure you got used to his size, he started to move, pulling out almost entirely before pushing back in. He kept the pace slow, sensual even, one of his hands resting on your waist as his thumb rubbed gentle circles on your hip. He alternated between keeping his eyes closed to fully enjoy the feeling of you wrapped tight around him and keeping them open to watch your face contort in pleasure. Fuck, you looked so beautiful like that.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, his thrusts never faultering. "Tell me if you want me to change something. Wanna make this good for you, too." He whispered, but when he buried himself just a bit deeper and felt the way your thighs started to shiver, he knew you were enjoying it. He wrapped an arm behind your lower back and the other snaking up to tangle in your hair, pulling your body flush against his. "You look so fuckin' sexy, doll... 'M so lucky." He mumbled, speeding up just a tiny bit.

His groans turned into shameless moans, strong arms still holding you tight against him like he wanted to feel every inch of your skin against his. "You're gonna be mine, right? Wanna be the only one to touch you like this." He sighed against your neck, and you could feel it in the way he was holding you, kissing you, fucking you, that he meant every word of it.

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[needle-noggins]

The Biology and Riding of Thoma

Thoma, also known as Thomases (singular: Thomas), are the primary animal used on No Man's Land for transportation, meat, eggs, feathers and oil. The meat can be eaten fresh or dried into jerky, and thoma meat, fried in thoma oil and sprinkled with worm dust, is a popular street food. These massive birds were genetically engineered early on in No Man's Land history and are well-suited for the desert, making them easy to raise and care for. Plus, they're easy to ride.

Biology

Thoma are a combination of several bird species, genetically similar to Emu and Ostriches, but with the stature of much larger birds such as the extinct Terror birds (Phorusrhacids), standing near 5-6 feet tall at the withers. Their bright blue plumage and loosely-packed feathers helps dissipate heat. They have long eyelashes to keep out dust, and they have a second eyelid that protect the cornea from grit and bright UV light. This does, however, decrease visibility, making them more prone to tripping over rocks.

Thoma have a long, feathery neck that helps balance them at faster speeds along with the heavy, muscled keel. The keel is engineered to be similar to that of a broiler chicken, as their vestigial wings are useless except for thoma mating displays. Under the throat is a vocal sac, which can be used to transmit low rumbles over long distances. Most thoma, however, prefer to chirp at a frequency easily heard by their human caretakers and riders. They have long, powerful legs, capable of galloping up to 40 iles an hour, and a kick that can disembowel an attacker or rip into a worm's exoskeleton. The three talons on their feet need to be trimmed by an experienced farrier every 4-8 weeks, depending on a bird's mileage.

Thoma eat a diet of seeds, grains, worms, and (when available) fruits and vegetables. Like many birds before them, they will sometimes ingest small rocks and pebbles to help grind their food in the gizzard. The thin, short beak is perfect for pecking at the ground, and when provoked, they will also peck at an enemy. Thoma are, however, generally good-natured creatures, as they have been bred to be.

Riding

Thoma are easy-going and very trainable with a nice floating gait, making them great mounts for humans on No Man's Land. Like many birds, they can move their legs independently from the movement of the spine, which allows the use of saddles. Most saddles are similar to old Western saddles, and are optimized for comfort and long journeys. However, in the bigger cities, some people may ride Thoma in competitions, typically using more English-style tack for greater control of the bird. typically two straps are used to secure the saddle - a breastplate to keep it from sliding back, and a girth/breeching to prevent it from sliding forward. The strong legs are left free to move as needed, giving the bird great flexibility.

The tack on the head often consists of a bridle, a canvas covering on the neck, and a headpiece with blinders. Headpieces and bridles may vary, as the design has been through several different iterations, but the general idea is to generate gentle pressure on the beak when the reins are pulled and to protect the eyes. The headpiece often has blinders and a screen over the eyes, allowing the bird to travel without using the second eyelid. This allows the thomas to move with greater agility, picking its way around desert rocks even at high speeds. The canvas across the neck protects the feathers from the reins and keeps the bird cool. Some headpieces also include a protective metal beak piece that can be used as a weapon.

Thoma make excellent mounts as they are docile, easy to train, have very few natural predators, little fear of humans, and can live on worms alone in a pinch. They do require some water, not having ability to store much themselves, but their ability to dissipate heat and the ways in which the tack can help keep them cool minimizes the need. There are a few wild herds, but most thoma live on ranches or in stables, marked with a leg band or brand.

[daisyofwaterdeep]

Magical Intrusion | Chapter 3

!NSFW! male companions x cisfem reader read the first chapter here

This chapter contains: reader pov, sexual dreams, dubcon, vaginal sex

You have a very vivid dream.

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You're absolutely exhausted from the day, and it seems your companions are much the same. Gale turns in first, and Wyll and Shadowheart are quick to follow. Then, in silent agreement, you and everyone else share weary goodnights and disappear into your own tents.

Your eyes are closed before your head even hits your pillow. The relief to finally be lying down, the exhaustion from travelling all day...your bedroll has never felt this good.

You fall asleep almost immediately, and find yourself in a dream. Someone is touching you, softly, shallowly, their hand between your legs. You open them, greeting the finger that slips inside of you with tentative eagerness.

But who is it? Your mind asks, just as the finger delves in deeper. Who is touching you so sweetly?

In the dream, you see a figure above you, but the face is obscured by your uncertainty.

'Please,' You whisper in your dream, wanting to know their identity.

But then you feel something bigger at your entrance--spongey and hot and already pressing into you. Fear shoots through your body, but you realize what you had said--your late night visitor must have thought this is what you meant.

And then you feel them enter you. It feels so real, the pressure of their cock tip so vivid in your mind, the slight ache of your hole being stretched.

But they don't start thrusting. Maybe they can sense your apprehension. You take in a deep breath and look up again. Who is it?

You can feel the cock throbbing inside you so perfectly. The person is obviously excited, but they're waiting for you.

You raise a hand and cup the cheek of the person above you. Is it Astarion? No, even if he spends a good time flirting with you, you don't see him being so gentle. You swear you can feel the cheek's warmth as soon as you rule the vampire out.

So Wyll, then. He would be gentle like this, taking his time, making sure you're ready. You can almost see the shape of his horns in the darkness. But would he really sneak into your tent for something like this? He'd be more of a gentleman about it, surely.

The horns above you seem to melt back into the darkness, and now you can feel stubble under your fingers.

Gale. Of course it's Gale. Not too long ago, you had pictured a kiss with him, and he had rejected you. The sting of it still makes your heart clench, but maybe this is him making up for it. Maybe he had been holding himself back, but now, he can't any longer...

You feel him push in just a little deeper, as if rewarding you for figuring it out. There's still a knot of apprehension in your gut, but there's also relief. You can see his face clearly now, the twinkle in his dark eyes and the smile pulling at his lips.

'Gale,' You say up at him, but your voice feels weak, distant. 'Why are you doing this?'

You can feel his cock retreat a bit--he's pulling out. Did you do something wrong again? You try to grab him in your dream, but your arms are so heavy and aren't wanting to move. You call to him again, voice muffled and weak, but you aren't sure that he can hear you.

But then he pushes in again, and again, and you realize with a cold thrill that he's fucking you. It's shallow, only serving to stretch your entrance really, but it's still electrifying. You don't care if his dick's small and this is as deep as he can get-- it's Gale, he doesn't hate you after all, and that's enough to make it feel amazing.

The thrusting picks up speed and your arms are finally able to wrap around him as you rock with his efforts.

'Gale,' You moan up at him, 'Gale, please..."

He goes faster still, a breakneck pace that seems nearly impossible. Your pussy throbs, desperate for more stimulation, your clit unhooded and begging to be touched, but you just can't get your hand between your legs to give it what it needs.

But you don't get to try for long, because you feel a blossom of heat flood your entrance. It's so profound in your mind that you can even feel it trickle from your hole and run down your ass. It feels so real, in fact, that you can feel sleep falling from you, a gradual sense of your body and mind returning to you.

And then, all at once, he shoves every inch of himself into you, and he's evidently not so small after all. You're being stretched full, suddenly and without warning.

You sit up on your bedroll, disoriented and panting, still feeling the weight of something buried deep inside you, even as your dream dissipates. You blink blurrily around in the darkness, sleep-clumsy hands fumbling under the blanket to cup at your pussy.

There's nothing there.

You wrestle with your waistband and slip a hand past it just as you feel the pressure inside of you retreating--sliding out of you wetly, leaving your hole pulsing and hot from being used. Panic boils in your chest as you reach down and feel over your folds. You're positively soaked, and you can feel yourself still throbbing.

You kick off your blanket, adrenaline spiking as you peer around your tent, looking for....nothing, evidently. There's certainly no one else in here with you.

But it all felt so real. Is it really possible that you just dreamt all of that up? And even after you sat up and felt the thing leaving you...was that just part of the dream too?

You draw your legs up against your chest as you listen to the crackle of the fire and the soft snores of your companions. The strong, uneven thumping of your arousal slowly ebbs away.

It had to have been a dream, you rationalize with yourself, eyes starting to feel heavy again. Just a dream.

CHAPTER 4 (coming soon!)

[miguel-ohara-lover]

Hi, I'm new here, don't know if you're still doing requests. If you are can you please write Miguel x fem reader with mirror shenanigans?? Like Miguel makes her watch him fingering her and makes her watch as he pounds into her. Make them really desperate too, this man has me feral

Ofc ofc I can. I make posts whenever requests are open or closed and I put it in my bio so that’s how you’ll know for the future <3

Miguel x f!reader - Mirror

CW: NSFW, mirror sex, fingering, praise, p in v sex, sex with no plot, sprinkle of after care

You shivered, feeling Miguel’s warm hands carress down your sides. “I can barely resist you , Cariño…” He whispered in your ear, voice dropped to a low growl as you felt a hard bulge poke against your bare ass. He had you standing here completely exposed in front of your full length mirror. He loved seeing your face in the reflection, seeing your blush and how embarrassed you looked.

Miguel brought his hands back up and massaged your breasts gently, enjoying the little noises you made. A hand stayed groping your soft flesh while the other traveled down. He slid to fingers between your slick folds, earning a gasp as they brushed against your clit.

“Mmm… So wet already. You’re loving this aren’t you?” He teased you as he rubbed circles on your swollen bundle of nerves. You moaned and leaned your head back against his shoulder. He hummed in satisfaction as his fingers made their way to your tight hole. He smirked a little as he spread your pussy lips and made you look at the mirror. “See how wet and desperate you are darling? It’s beautiful.” He placed a gentle kiss to your neck.

“Miguel please…” You whined. He couldn’t help but chuckle at that. You gasped as you felt his fingers slide into you, moaning as they stretched your tight cunt. He made you watch as they disappeared inside you, re-emerging before going back in over and over. He loved seeing your expressions, so needy and desperate, and oh so embarrassed to see yourself crumble.

Your back arched as he continued to finger you, rubbing the pads of his fingers against your g-spot. His thumb continued to run circles on your clit as he made you fall apart in his arms. You’re unable to look away from your reflection as he brings you closer to your release.

Feeling the familiar warmth in your gut, your hand goes to his wrist to try and speed up his movements. But he’s stronger and keeps this agonizing pace despite your protests, fingers moving in and out slowly, thumb circling at the same rate. You could hold it anymore, every touch sent sparks through your body.

You let out moan as you spilled on his fingers, his pace quickening slightly as you ride out your orgasm. Your face is red with blush as you see yourself come undone just from his hand. He whispers sweet praises in your ear as he pulls his fingers out.

He puts his fingers in his mouth, tasting your slick as you watch in the reflection of the mirror. You panted a little and closed your eyes for a moment, only to feel his length suddenly slide between your folds. You gasp and your eyes snap open as you look at the mirror, seeing him slowly rock his hips as his cock is coated in your juices.

You moan as he rubs against your overstimulated pussy, the tip of his cock teasing your hole as it clenched around nothing. “Hm… Already needing to be filled again?” He teases as he slowly pushes into you, urging you to bend over so he has better access. You moan as he enters you, feeling every inch go in.

He lets you adjust before he starts thrusting, slowly in and out while watching your sweet face in the mirror. Your moans were music to his ears as he picked up his speed, making you louder. You tried to quiet yourself, tried putting a hand over your mouth. He didn’t like that. He gave your ass a quick spank before he moved your hand.

“I wanna hear you, amor. Wanna hear your moans and cries as I fuck you.” Miguel growled in your ear as his pace quickened. Soon he was pounding you, the force making your breasts bounce. He loved the sight so much, seeing you so helpless and bent over so cute on his cock. It drove him mad.

He couldn’t hold back as he ravaged your pussy, the speed of his thrusts almost inhuman. His hands moved to your hips, holding tight as he pumped his cock into you over and over, bringing you both closer to the edge.

You moaned and cried as he mercilessly pounded your cunt. A familiar knot started to form in your gut, a thin layer of sweat over the both of you. You could feel the release coming. His hand moved to your pussy, and just a few touches to your clit was enough to send you over the edge.

You let out a loud cry as another orgasm ripped through you, tightening around his cock as you gripped his arm. Your nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t care. He groaned and his hips stuttered a bit as he spilled inside you. You gasp and moan as you feel his warm sticky fluid fill you, his thrusts never stopping. He kept a slow and steady pace as you two ride out your orgasms, occasionally letting out a grunt or groan when he felt your pussy clench, milking the cum from his dick.

Miguel slowly pulled out once your orgasms finished, placing gentle kisses to your burning skin. He scooped you up and brought you to the bathroom, preparing a nice warm bath to help you both relax.

[robin-evry]

𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 🥷🎎

Being the yashiro commissioner has its perks but as well it's bad side, having survived a thousand of assassination attempts by rival clans, power hungry people,etc. ayato is aware of this assassination attempts but he rarely worries about it do to his wife being next to him at all times.

After the birth of the heir of the clan, assassination attempts have risen thru the roof of her husband and her son, but all of them have failed.

Imagine you're an assassin hired to eliminate the head of the kamisato clan, you ready your equipment and in the far the clan head is enjoying tea with his wife. You launch the weapon straight to the clan head, it was stop mid-way before it could reach his face by his spouse. Then suddenly the spouse is looking in your direction and excusing themselves from the table. Before your eye could react they disappeared In an instant and is now running towards you using a speed that isn't comparable towards any human. Before you could run the same weapon your planning on assassinating with is now stabbing your neck, and the spouse looks at you as if you were a piece of trash.

The lady of the kamisato clan isn't to be taken lightly, known for their carefree and kind personality, many would have thought of her as a weak lady or an easy target, but looks can be deceiving. The lady was a previous shinobi the strongest of all of the shuutmasuban. Under that kind and the regal lady is a cold blooded killer.

Ayato is very aware of their skills, since they grew up together, born from a Shinobi clan that works closely with the clan. The lady was originally his bodyguard but still is now. Before his parents departure he always loved to watch them train, even after the clan reached rock bottom the lady was still standing by his side, protecting him. Whenever he goes, she goes as well. They were meant to be together

During their adolescent years, the lady was never considered to become the bride of him, saying her arms are too rough from the training, saying that they are not as gentle to be his. That's what the noble society said to her. There are other options that are suitable for him to marry. But every night he would come to her quarters and caress the calloused of their hands with such gentleness and love and he looked at them as if they were the most precious stars in the world.

Soon during your adult years, you were sent to liyue for training leaving the nation of eternity, everyday during their training the young master would send them letters on how much his miss them as well gifts. But during their time of liyue, the sakoku degree was established making them unable to return in his arms. Day and night you try to find a way to return back in his arms, eventually they manage to find away. In exchange for taking you back to your home nation. You will need to work for the crux for 6 months as a crewmate.

During those 6 months, you worked as a crewmate helping captain beidou with navigating the deadly seas, as well helping the crew fighting many deadly sea creatures. New scars started to form in their body, soon the 6 months started to close up but you had this insecure feeling that maybe he will be disgusted by the new scars in their body or maybe he has already married another woman.

You arrive in inazuma with the traveler from afar and paimon searching for their lost sibling, their home nation as expected never a change a single thing of course since they're god is disposed of change in their ideal, you split from the traveler and promised to meet again.

You're a mile away from the estate but something is telling you to move on, maybe he also has to move on from you. Suddenly your body moves on its own making you turn away and walk back to looking back at the estate, until someone grabs your wrist it was him and he embraces you in a tight hug and all of the insecure feelings disappear and it's only you and him, embracing in a tight hug as well.

During that night, he kisses and caresses every scar on your body, making you feel pleasure for the first time underneath the glow of the moon shining upon your union of lovers. That night was also the day of the heir of the clan was conceive.

One week after the sakoku decree ebolishment, the wedding of the clan head and his lover was wed together. Officially being his spouse.

During your pregnancy many would have thought you were an easy target. During one of your evening walks on the beach near the estate, a group of nobushi is hired to assassinate you and your baby. When ayato and the shuutmasuban have reached your location, the body of multiple nobushi lay on the ground while you're just sitting in a Roch caressing your belly bump.

Even during your pregnancy your skills have never been dull but it has grown stronger thanks to your training by madam ping. Ayato puts you on strict bed rest for the time of your pregnancy. Every time you need to get up ask him, and he will carry you, and if your hungry hell ask the servants to cook what your craving.

Side headcanon : you were also sayu mentor, teaching her how to be a Shinobi. She was like a daughter to you, she will ask to lay on your lap and sleep. And you allowed it

Ayaka would also visit you to see how your condition is and talk to the child as if it was already born yet. Ayato would also put his ears on your belly and talk to the child for hours. He also asked thoma to personally protect you from any danger or just to be there with you in every time as well asking sayu to watch over you.

You will wear the most beautiful silk known to inazuma, every day he will buy you a new set of jewelry for you and new toys for the child, he is basically spoiling you. And during the birth of the child, he will be there holding your hand.

[sillygoose067]

Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch.37

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, loss of virginity, fingering, fluffiness

You spend some more time locking lips while you recuperate. Charles is still hard, impressively enough. You reach a hand down to feel the weight of him in your hand. “Can I touch you?”, you ask, big doe eyes looking up at him curiously. He gives you the green light, and you giggle when your hand meets the edge of the towel wrapped around his hips. “How is this still on?”

Your boyfriend’s eyes crinkle at your infectious laughter, joining in himself. He shrugs in answer. 

Once you make contact, Charles’ head bows down, touching foreheads with you as he exhales on top of you. You gasp when you feel the size and warmth of his cock in your hand. 

“It’s so big Charles. There’s no way that’ll fit inside me!”

“Yes it will baby. We’re going to make it fit”. The last bit is pushed out of gritted teeth. 

There’s a brief pause as you soak in his words, feeling the lubrication works gearing up again down there. 

“Can I… Can I make you feel good too? The way you did for me?”, you stutter out nervously. 

He lifts his head to meet your eyes, his own a dark, dilated pool of lust. “Not today, Angel. Today’s all about you.”

And then, he’s reaching to the bedside table to grab a condom and down to stretch you on two fingers once more, making sure you’re prepared. The fullness makes you whimper, rocking back against his hand. Charles sits up, grasping his cock with the fingers that were inside of you, lubing it up. Placing a hand next to your head, and leaning into a position where he could see your face while he would push in, he brought his member to your soaked pussy, toying your clit with his tip, making you squirm impatiently. 

“Y/n, this might hurt a little but, even after loosening you up. I need you to tell me when it hurts, okay?”

You nod. “Please, want you in me. Need it”, you whine.

He positions the head at your entrance and begins to push in, eyes watching your face for discomfort. You wince at the stretch around his tip, tears prickling your eyes and gripping the arm next to your head tightly. “You okay baby?”

You take a moment to regain yourself. Nodding, you meet his gaze, and he brushes the tears away with his thumbs, kissing the corners of your eyes, apologizing for the pain with every kiss as he stays still, allowing you to get used to the stretch first.

“I think I’m alright”, you breathe. “You can move now.”

Charles keeps his eyes on your face as he slowly pushes in completely to the hilt, watching your mouth fall open at the feeling of fullness, head lolling back, eyes fluttering. He pulls out at the same speed, and when he finds no discomfort, slides a hand under you and props your hips up into an arch, gliding back in more smoothly, pulling an ��unh” sound of you.

“Good?”, he whispers against your lips as you pant from the actions of his hips, thrusting up into you fluidly. You reach for his hand again, the other hand creeping behind his head to pull him down, closer. 

“I love you”, you whisper before capturing his lips. He groans into your mouth and deepens the next thrust, making you part from him and gasp while clutching his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his lithe waist. 

He repeats your words back to you with each thrust, each gasp of pleasure, each moan, whimper, and whine, all while nipping and licking your neck and collar. When he brings a hand back up to caress your nipple, you grab a handful of his hair, crushing his lips to yours. 

But then, the hand travels lower and rubs gentle circles on your sensitive clit and your descent comes hurling towards you. You’re panting and making beautiful sounds, head thrown back, and Charles props himself more comfortably onto an elbow, protectively keeping your head from bumping into the headboard, twisting his wrist to use the back of his hand to brush the hair out of your face. 

You tighten further around him and he grunts from the exertion and effort to not cum first. The circle on your clit is speeding up now, as is your impending climax. “Let go for me, Cheri. I’ve got you.”

You seize up and wrap yourself around Charles as you come, pushing your chest into him and whimpering into his mouth, your body doing everything possible to be as close to him as you can get. Unable to fight off his own orgasm, your boyfriend follows off the cliff right after you, curling into you, teeth sunken into your lip, groaning into your mouth as he convulses. At this very moment, you are one– body, mind, soul. 

Once Charles recovers, he presses a kiss to your temple and rolls off to the side, pulling the condom off and discarding it. You’re so weak and unable to move, eyes shut as you catch your breath and try to ride through the faint twitching. 

“You did so good baby. Go to sleep, you’re safe, I’ll clean us up.”

The exhaustion gets to you and you let it envelop you. 

…

Charles gets to work, wiping the sweat and cum off you with a damp towel, adding some lotion to the swollen skin and lovebites. He reawakens you briefly to get some water into your system and send you to pee. He changed the sheets while you were in the bathroom.

That night, you sleep curled around each other, bare bodies pressed against one another, sharing heat and pleasantly sated.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Smutober Day 18 ~ Gentle ~ Kim Seokjin [M]

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

PAIRING: Jin x Fem !Reader  

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI, gentle sex, soft, unprotected sex

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

"You drive me insane," Jin whispered as he kissed down your neck, his hands travelling up your legs as he rubbed you through your underwear. A small whimper leaves your mouth as you try to keep as quiet as you can. The two of you weren't alone in the house tonight and the last thing you needed was your parents or his hearing you have sex.

"Please," You whisper to him as you lay yourself on the mattress, spreading your legs open and letting him position himself between you. The two of you kissed gently, your hands holding his face as you tried to pull him as close to you as you could get him. You rolled your hips up a little feeling his cock straining against the material of his boxers. It had been a very long day and you were desperate to feel the touch of your boyfriend, 

"Jin," You whispered, pushing your hands down to his boxers and pushing them off his body. Meanwhile, Jin slipped a finger into you and smirked to himself, you were soaking wet for him and he couldn't help but think about why it must have been,

"So wet for me, is the excitement that you could get caught turning you on?" He chuckled softly, and your breath caught in your throat as he started to move his finger in and out of you, curling it up a little.

"I love you so much," You whisper as you pull his wrist away from you sliding his finger out before taking his cock into your hand. You didn't want to wait for him anymore, you needed him and you needed him now. 

You wrapped both of your legs around his waist as his tip pressed against your entrance.

"I love you too." He whispered, kissing you deeply as he entered you. Your moan was muffled by his lips and your hands held onto his shoulders tightly as Jin let you adjust to him. Jin pulled out of you slowly before pushing back into you, your hands resting on his cheek as you stared deeply into each other's eyes while he rocked into you.

Each of you bit down hard on your bottom lip to try and stifle the moans you didn't want your family members to hear.

"J-Jin," You moaned out a little louder than intended, the tightening in your stomach making it hard for you to control the sound of your own moaning. Jin chuckled as he hid his face in your neck, kissing the skin softly as you begged him not to stop.

The speed of his hops increased just a little but with each thrust, he hit deeper and deeper. Your hand found his and he squeezed it tightly, both of you reaching your highs together,

"F-Fuck," Jin moaned as he came, slowly pulling out of you and collapsing on the bed beside you. The two of you panting heavily as you silently listened to see if you could hear any movement from inside of the house.

"I think we're in the clear," Jin whispered as he kissed your cheek quickly before getting up and going to the en-suite to retrieve a warm wet cloth to clean you with.

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[secretobsessionstuff]

Okay - here's a Riley request! Is he still emetophobic? I know he's been trying to overcome it, at least with respect to being able to take care of Madix, and I'd love to see Madix motion sick or something similar where the illness is temporary and not contagious, and Riley deciding that he really wants to sit with him through the entire episode, taking care of him. And he's just holding it together and holding down his anxiety until the end, and he's both proud of himself but also emotionally drained from keeping his emotions in check for so long. So hopefully this works with where they are right now - thank you!

Thank you Lis! This was totally inspiring! It did take me a long time to get the motivation to post it though lol. I wrote this like a day after you sent the idea!

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“Do you think we’ll see a real polar bear on this trip?” Riley asked excitedly as he boarded the train with a misleading name. Madix chuckled and followed along behind his giddy boyfriend, shaking his head. 

The Polar Bear Express—though unlikely to show passengers a glimpse of the white-furred animal—was still a wonder to experience especially during Christmas time. The evergreens sparkled with frost and the sky wore the colours of crystals. Unfortunately, Christmas was also the busiest time, meaning their tickets placed them in one of the last train cars. In hindsight, Riley should have known that the train ride through Northern Ontario held the risk of upsetting his boyfriend’s delicate constitution when it came to travel. 

Madix had successfully gotten sick from cars, planes, and boats; why not add a fourth mode of transportation. Neither he nor Riley thought to consider the consequences. They heard about a romantic Christmas train ride and jumped on board.  

Riley squeezed past other passengers to get to their seats. “I call the window seat!” He planted himself happily in the blue velvet-lined chair. The interior of the car was simple and spacious. It dared not distract from the beauty of nature. “Maybe we can switch on the way back.” 

The train began with a lurch, reminding the boys of the coffee they drank to wake themselves up that morning. Beginning at 8am, the ride took them past mountains and frozen waterfalls, ending where they began at 8pm that night. 

“We’ll probably see moose,” Madix remarked, taking the pamphlet from the pocket of the seat in front of him. There was plenty of leg room, though he still chose to press his knee against Riley’s thigh. All morning, Riley had not let go of his hand. They were stuck together like packing snow. 

The boys shrugged off their jackets and settled in. For the first two hours, they were content to look out the large window. The landscape was crisp and sharp, that was until everything began to blur together. The icy blues melted into a monotone white as the locomotive sped by. 

Their bodies swayed lightly from the movement. Riley found the train relaxing. He liked its gentle hum, the faint clicking sounds of the wheels on the track, and the soft rocking as they traversed the snowy area. They still hadn’t seen a moose, but he kept his eyes locked on the outdoors. 

Madix could not say he felt the same. The train’s friendly interior lulled him into a false sense of safety. But soon he had no trouble remembering that he was inside a giant, chugging, metal box. Perhaps a moose or a beaver did in fact wave to them, but he would never know. Everything became a blur. His eyes could not keep up with the speeding sights. He swallowed a bout of nausea and closed his eyes. 

Riley perked up when they came upon a flowing river. The water looked frigid, but pleasant enough apparently for the black bear that stood with all four paws in the stream. It wasn’t white, but it was still a freakin bear! He tapped Madix’s arm. “Babe, look, look! A bear! Did you see it?” He looked back at Madix with a massive smile. 

Madix jumped out of his queasy daze. He peeled his eyes open, squinting from the light that bounced off the snow. “Mmh?” he mumbled. He was startled just fast enough to see a micro expression of disappointment on Riley’s face. 

“A bear…it’s gone now.” Riley pouted. “Were you sleeping?” 

Madix sat up straighter and blinked hard. “No, I just had to close my eyes for a second.” The lump in his throat told him that he wasn’t going to be able to hide this. His palms were clammy, and his head ached. The breakfast he’d eaten hours ago churned in his belly. “I’m feeling a bit nauseous.”

“Oh.” Riley took his hand off his boyfriend’s arm and pressed himself up against the window. 

Madix swallowed thickly. “I’m sorry, honey.” 

“N—No, no don’t be,” Riley stuttered. He brushed a strand of Madix’s hair behind his ear. “You’re pale. What can I do?” 

“Nothing. I’ll probably go find an empty chair and wait it out.” 

Riley hated that answer. Nothing. There was nothing he could do? And Madix’s plan was to weather out the nausea alone? He couldn’t let this happen again. After all he had done for Madix in his time of need, this was easy, right? 

He grabbed Madix’s hand before he could leave their seats. “No, stay. Please. It’ll be okay. I want to help.” 

“Are you sure?” Madix scanned Riley’s expression, looking for cracks. “Because that was bullshit about waiting it out.” He exhaled shakily. “I really think I’m gonna be sick.” 

As if to test Riley’s resolve, Madix burped into his hand. He let out a groan and folded in on himself. He swore he could feel the wind rocking the train car, threatening to push it off the tracks. He squeezed his eyes shut and didn’t even open them when he felt Riley’s hand on his back. 

“I’m staying right here.” 

Madix hiccupped, causing his shoulders to jolt. “Ugh…you don’t have to, love.” 

“Hush now,” Riley said firmly. He reached into the seat pocket to grab a bag. “Look, they even provided a barf bag for just such an occasion.” 

Madix chuckled and took the bag from his boyfriend. He opened it, making the loudest crinkling noises that let all the other passengers know he was sick. “This is not the scenic trip you were hoping to have.” 

“Maybe not, but at least I’m by your side.” 

“Is your plan to be so cheesy that I throw up immediately and get this over with?” 

“Is it working?” Riley regretted his reply when Madix belched wetly into the bag. Strings of saliva dripped from his open mouth. “Shit, baby.” 

“I’m okay.” Madix did not look up from the depths of the hellish barf bag. “Just keep talking. I think it’ll help us both.” 

Riley’s heart chugged in his chest, like a train struggling up a mountain side. “Oh gosh, Mads. I don’t know what to say,” he whispered. “This is like when you ask me to talk dirty and I say something stupid about underwear.” 

Madix would have laughed at the specific memory that Riley was referring to, but his tongue was flooded with bile. He gagged and filled the bag with stringy ropes of vomit. The train car spun in his peripheral vision, but Riley’s voice remained constant and strong. 

“Oh dear, babe.” Riley rubbed his boyfriend’s back, unaware of the bite force he exerted on his teeth or the bouncing of his leg. “Deer! I hope we see some of those on this trip. Once you stop puking, of course. I can’t believe you missed the fucking bear. Isn’t your family from the east coast? You’re supposed to have fishermen blood in your veins. What is this motion sickness nonsense? I think you’re faking it.” 

A gush of sour vomit surged past Madix’s lips. This wasn’t so bad, he thought. Riley could be a comedian. He could almost enjoy the senseless drabble if it wasn’t for the gut churning sensation in his belly. 

“Speaking of underwear!” Riley said, still in his hushed whisper. This wasn’t so bad, he thought. Madix was looking better with every heave. “I wore the ones with otters on them today. Seemed like the closest thing to polar bears. Except, they’re wearing astronaut suits because, you know, otter space.”

Finally, Madix could give him a real laugh. The vomiting tapered off. He sniffled and chuckled at the same time, forcing him to clear his throat and wipe the tears from his eyes. “God, Ry. I needed that.” 

“Yeah, that was a lot of puke. Good job.” 

“No, I mean you.” Madix crumpled the top of the bag in his hands to keep the contents inside. “Thanks for making me feel better. You did a good job as well.” 

One of the train workers came by with a garbage bin for Madix to toss the used bag. They gave him water and tissues. His eyes were teary from vomiting, but he looked much better than before.

Riley was only just coming down from the adrenaline rush. His hands were shaking, and a cold sweat was drying beneath his shirt. He slumped back in the chair and let out a wavering exhale. “I think it’s my turn to close my eyes for a second.” 

“Yes, honey, rest,” Madix said softly. “You did good.” 

They fell asleep with their bodies falling onto one another. Madix’s head found the spot between Riley’s ear and collar bone, and Riley’s head came to rest on top. 

[randomwriting-misc]

See How It Shines

Astarion has a plan, a practical, life-saving scheme. He doesn't need the realization that the druid traveling with him is unlike anyone he has met before. In which Astarion has feelings for the first time Inspired by Hozier's Abstract (Psychopomp) Astarion x Drow Druid!Tav 935 words I headcanon her as a circle of stars even though that is not available in BG3

TW: Animal Death, slight, tiny tiny Act I spoilers

“What are you doing?” Gale shouts as they watch their party Druid gasp and run towards the sound of an animal yipping. She doesn’t answer as she moves with a speed Astarion has only seen in the heat of battle. They all pick up the pace to follow behind but are stopped in their tracks by the troubling image in front of them.

Astarion watches her lean down over the creature, the scent of blood and gore thick in the heated air. It’s overwhelming to his senses as he holds back a gag at the putrid scene, but it doesn’t seem to even register to the Drow. The hyena was panting, eyes wide and frantic looking at her in confusion. She shushes the animal, and with a calming voice, begins to speak.

What is she doing? Is she crazy? He knew teaming up with a Druid would come back to bite him, no matter how easy it was to work his charms on nature lovers with their heads in the cloud.

“It’s okay darling, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay,” she coos, slowly petting its head. The tell-tale tingle of magic surrounds him as he sees a soft glow emitting from her palm, and the tension in the animal's body releases as it leans its snout into her hand. It finally hits Astarion, the realization of what is occurring here, the smell, the blood, and the carnage. Gnolls had savaged their way through what looked to be a caravan of merchants.

“We need to leave! Gnolls could be around any corner,” he hisses, his fellow companions sucking in a sharp breath of air, but the little Druid makes no move to leave. Instead, she holds her hand up, as if to signal them all to stop. He doesn’t know when she became such a force within the group, but her presence was commanding, and everyone froze.

Never in a thousand lifetimes could Astarion predict the actions of the odd elf next. She sat on the blood-soaked ground, unfazed, as she rests the creatures head in her lap. It’s gentle, so gentle that Astarion can’t remember a time he’s seen something cared for so delicately. Then, the Druid starts to hum. It’s an unfamiliar tune, probably something from the Underdark. It’s whimsical and a little haunting in its cadence.

Astarion realizes he has been holding his breath, a lump forming in his throat. He would have killed the creature. A gnoll ripping out from its body would have been a gruesome nuisance. It would have been a mercy. He’s never seen mercy like this, comforting, safe, and so incredibly sad. Why is he suddenly so overwhelmed with his own sadness? Why is she treating such a disturbing creature with such… compassion?

She continues to pet the wounded animal, its fate sealed long before the party stumbled upon the scene. Its eyes are closed, breathing soft and even as she continues to hum. He notices her eyes are closed now too, with a furrowed brow and slightly scrunched nose as she sways back and forth, rocking the animal to its final sleep.

All the companions are still, watching something so intimate feels like an intrusion. It’s as if the Druid is saying goodbye to her familiar, not a random hyena found on the side of the road moments before.

Astarion notices things about her he’s only noticed in passing before, but it’s as if he is really seeing her for the first time. Her hair, he thought it was black, but he can see where the sun hits her that it’s a deep blue. It’s falls down her back in loose waves, swaying back and forth with her movement. She has freckles forming on her shoulders and across her nose and cheekbones, unusual for a Drow, but emphasizing the time she has spent in the sun, potentially hurting herself in her goal of helping others. Her skin, pale and scarred, looks soft and smooth under his gaze. He thought it was strange a Drow could be as white as him, but she’s not. Her skin is a pale purple.

She is graceful. She’s beautiful.

Astarion hasn’t found anything beautiful in quite a long time. He doesn’t know what to do with these emotions, how to keep playing this flirtatious game of manipulation. Was it even working? Were the soft smiles he read as bashful really just her placating his advances? Druids are wise, despite their carefree lifestyle, he had forgotten that it seems.

A tear falls down her face as the hyena takes its final breath, slow and soft, before going limp in her arms.

“May Eilistraee guide you to peace,” she whispers, a tear falling off her cheek to the animal. Taking a moment, she lays its head down, and flowers appear around the body. Standing, she sniffs, before rolling her shoulders back and standing straight. Her gaze hardens as she reaches for the weapon her side.

“Let’s go deal with these creatures before they take any more lives.”

Her demeanor has shifted completely, her once kind eyes now set on vengeance. Revenge. Standing up to fix the unbalance created here, to bring justice to these animals who cannot do it themselves.

Astarion thinks he would follow her anywhere.

The thought is quickly shaken away with a feeling of dread in his gut, no. He has too much going on, avoid Cazador, avoid growing tentacles, and gain unprecedented power. There’s no room for a kindhearted druid with stars in her shining purple eyes to distract him.

When did he notice the color of her eyes?

[rexxdjarin]

Thinking about Rex waking up at like 3 am. He couldn’t sleep. It takes some time to adjust to time changes after traveling from planet to planet. That doesn’t seem to stop his body though…

because he’s hard as a rock. Painfully hard.

He can feel every dip and swell of Mari’s body snuggling against him, which is only making the throb worse. She’s sleeping so soundly - at least he thinks she is. Her hands are balled up in fists, clinging to the shirt he wore to bed. She always holds on to him like this the first night back.

With all the pent up arousal he’d had to bury down for weeks finally safe to come to the surface to meet her, his body couldn’t help but react. He sighed softly, shifting the heavy weight between his thighs while trying not to wake her.

She rustles gently, her thigh draped over his slowly dropping back. “Rex?” she mewls gently, “-you awake?”

His heart leaps in his chest at the sound of her voice. “Mhm.” he affirms, moving his arm to curl around her side. “A little too awake.” he chuckled, shifting uncomfortably as the weight of his excitement between his thighs reminded him of its existence.

“Mmm?” Mari cooed quizzically, lifting her head off his chest for a moment before realizing precisely what he meant. “Oh.” she giggled happily, turning to look up at him. Though her eyes were heavy with sleep, there was no hiding her intrigue. Rex would never mistake that twinkle in her eyes.

Her hands ghosted down the cool fabric on his chest, making his heartbeat thump harder in anticipation. The hand he’d been holding her waist with gripped onto her a little tighter to show his appreciation. He had really missed her, especially like this.

She brushed her fingers along the waistband of his briefs and hummed happily, “can I?” her eyes met his again and she smiled up at him so bright that the light of every star system he’d ever seen could never compare. Maker- he loved her so much.

“Please.” he practically whined, shimmying his hips up a bit to give her easier access. He inhaled deeply, her sweet floral scent making his brain go a little fuzzy.

Hooking her fingers into his briefs, she slipped it down and instructed him when to lift up so she could maneuver the fabric out of their way. His cock slapped heavily onto his upper thigh, making him shudder with relief.

She brought her fingers to her mouth, slicking each one with her tongue, the sound driving him nearly to madness. Her touch followed, each slippery digit carefully tracing around his shaft. “I missed you.” she teased, glancing up at him as she curled her fingers around his length.

His eyes fluttered closed, focusing on his shaky breathing so he didn’t explode right away. Already the movement was doing it for him. She stroked in a gentle rhythm, passing over his tip with her palm the way she knew he liked. Beads of his precum coated her grip, making each pass frictionless as she guided her fist up and down gingerly. “Mmm. I think….you can tell how much I- fuck- missed you.”

“Always, baby.” she muttered, her passes increasing in speed each time. The motions were steady and smooth now, allowing him space to twitch to his hearts content. It felt beyond good to be where he belonged.

His pulse raced, with all the blood in his body draining to his core. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin now, sticking to the fabric of his tshirt and making him shiver. Her heat was right there against his thigh and knowing that made the fire in his gut rage that much hotter.

He groaned from deep in his chest, gripping her sheets beneath him as the pleasure swirling inside him threatened to boil over. “Ah fuck…Mari…” his mind was in a haze, the only thing he could think or feel was her. That’s all he wanted overwhelming him. As good as her perfect, talented little hands were, he could feel her slick heat against his thigh. He didn’t want to finish anywhere else.

With every ounce of strength he had left, he grabbed at her waist. “fuck- get over here.” he grunted, rolling her over on top of him and letting that warmth between her thighs bump against his now pounding cock.

She yelped in surprise, the softest moan leaving her lips at the delightful contact. Her hands splayed onto his chest, her dark hair spilling over to curtain the space between her body and his. Her big, dark eyes filled with devotion and arousal met his, daring him to make his move before she could hers. Both of their chests heaved as their heartbeats pumped shared pleasure in perfect sync.

With one hand settling on her hip, he used the other to curl into her panties and slide the useless fabric to the side. Her own dripping heat coated his fingertips and he outright moaned as he maneuvered his cock between her folds. Her hands were good, so good, but this was better. This was heaven. Her like this was all he had ever needed.

“Rex!” she whimpered, surprise mixing with her own excitement as he notched his length up to her entrance. He let the pad of his thumb press into her clit, watching her head tip back in ecstasy at the delightful pressure. “Ahh…fu-fuck…me.”

With her drenching his full and now desperately hard cock, he couldn’t wait another second. He’d bust right now if he lost focus. He took a deep breath and split her on top of him, groaning loudly as she enveloped him. Her hold on his chest faltered at him overpowering her and he shifted to hold her against him.

She buried her face in his neck and kissed him frantically to match the desperate snapping rhythm his thrusts were now finding in her. Tighter and warmer than he could ever recollect, she siphoned him into her over and over again, always finding space to take all of him. she was made for him.

“Mesh’la, you’re so good for me…so so good.” he rambled lazily, losing himself in her delightfully tight hold on him. The filthy sounds of her taking each bruising thrust was weakening his composure and all he wanted to do was give himself to her.

“Rex….Rex please….more. Give me everything.” She whined against him, her hand resting on his jaw and keeping them pressed together in joined ecstasy. “I want to take all of you. Please.” Her walls fluttered around him, signaling to him that she was far too close to make this last much longer.

He wasn’t far off either. Her words igniting the fire in him that would always inevitably lead to an explosion. All he ever needed was to hear her like this, calling for him and only him. His name. His girl. His his his.

A chilling shudder of molten heat rolled down the length of his spine, traveling down his entire body until it burst in his lower belly. “Gonna cum mesh’la. Tell me…tell me where.” he asked, desperately holding back his final bruising snap until she gave him the word.

She was already collapsing, her walls closing and locking down around him and not letting go. Her thighs tightened around his own and she leaned back to grasp his face in her hands. A filthy moan he’d only ever hear in his fantasies left her as she tipped her forehead onto his. “Inside….Oh Rex!”

His mind wiped and he felt the tension ailing him finally snap. Inside her. The words making him unwind at light speed. Thick spurts of him erupted into her waiting core with each weighted shiver. His climax joined perfectly with hers as it slammed into both of them. Her lips met his and he lost himself surrounded by only her. All he had ever wanted.

With his eyes closed, they shared exhausted exhales. Every shaky inhaled breath between them sealed in with a passionate kiss. He couldn’t break from her for even a second. His life was hers and she kissed him like she knew it. They took turns trying to catch their breath, panting as their lips parted only briefly. He couldn’t move and she wouldn’t either.

She held his cheek with her hand and nuzzled into him affectionately. “Thank you for waking me.” She sighed happily, curling her body into his once more.

“Thank you for helping.” He laughed softly, so pleasantly satisfied and thoroughly tired now. “I love you.” He admitted, pulling their blankets around them and holding onto her tightly.

“Love you too, baby. Now get some rest, you had a long mission.”

—

I am so unwell over them.

[dokibunny]

An Ogerpon fan convergent form OC I made for the Scarlet and Violet fan Discord Easter contest! :3

“In exchange for a newborn Pokemon’s eggshells, it feeds the newborn a special baby food it makes out of berries that is said to help a baby Pokemon grow strong and never fall ill.”

“It travels the world to use its dancing to manipulate the weather and create environments most ideal for the healthy birth of as many baby Pokemon as possible. It is busiest during the spring.”

Bunpyon’s form, ability, and typing change depending on the wooden slippers it wears. All forms set misty terrain but also have an additional effect, except for Barefoot form, which just has the ability Misty Surge. It is mostly seen in Pointe form due to its ability Fairy’s Calm, which negates other active weather effects in addition to terrain setting. Skate form has Gentle Snow (snow + misty terrain upon switch in), and Tap form has Sandy Nest (sandstorm + misty terrain). The latter two forms are for when Bunpyon tends to ice and ground and rock types who benefit from these weathers. In order to protect baby Pokemon from harm, it is a formidable fighter with an emphasis on speed and has a signature four strike attack that changes typing depending on its form.

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