#Growling Grass Frog

[stickyfrogs]

We met some more Beautiful Friends yesterday at Melbourne Zoo! Very Displeased Peanut with Manners was out again to say hi! Southern Barred Frog was showing off Excellent STARING! A Stickyfrogs’ cousin was enjoying a Happy Nap, and Gorgeous Growling Grass Frog was sunbathing in her Stylish Bronze Onesie!

[aisforinterval]

if you are like me and wanted to know if they do indeed Growl, let me reassure you here

Growling grass frog (Litoria raniformis)

Photo by Maia Draper

[herpsandbirds]

Growling Grass Frog aka Southern Bell Frog (Ranoidea raniformis), family Hylidae, Yanga NP, NSW, Australia

Also known by the Latin name Litorea raniformes.

photograph by Mick Fullerton Wildlife

[middleearthpixie]

Hello! ^^ Can you write a first time smut for Lindir x female elf reader? They both fell in love with each other and they take their time exploring each other's bodies. Super soft and gentle, from Lindir's perspective. Please!🙏 Thank you 💙

Hi there, Nonny! I'm sorry it took me so long, but here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

Moonlight

Summary: You and Lindir consummate your romance…

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Lindir x fem!elf reader

Warning: oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected intercourse

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.4k

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A cool breeze wafted gently through the treetops, the rustle of the leafy canopies blending seamlessly with the chirp of crickets and the throaty growls of the frogs that called the various lakes and fountains home. The night sky looked spangled, the sparkling stars looking like diamonds that had been strewn about along a bed of inky black velvet. 

Lindir cupped a hand about a thick white pillar candle, trying to shield it from the wind as he attempted to light it. It took several tries, but finally, the wick caught and held long enough for him to slip the glass cylinder over it to protect it from the wind. He set it on the low, white stone wall that ringed the small courtyard just off his chambers, where it joined nearly a dozen of its brethren, their small golden flames flickering every now and then, but their dance did not include bending to the wind or succumbing to it, thankfully.

His gut churned with a nervousness he’d not felt in what seemed like a lifetime. He could not recall the last time his stomach was in such knots, which was silly, really. You had been a couple for a while now, and saw one another on a daily basis. You’d shared a few kisses, but that was all.

Until this night. 

He looked over at the large fleecy blanket spread out across the lush green grass. A bottle of wine chilled in an ice bucket to the side. Two goblets stood beside said bucket, just waiting to be filled. He’d set out the candles.

Now, he waited.

Then, he heard your steps on the grass and smiled even as his heart sped up. Even as his mouth went drier than it had ever been. Even as those knots instead became butterflies and without even seeing you yet, his blood seemed to rush warmer through his veins.

“Oh, how lovely.”

His heart skipped a beat as you came into the courtyard by way of the gate. The moonlight shone silver upon you and he knew he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as you were right then. “I thought the candles might be a bit too much. Are they?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.” 

You crossed over to where he stood, stopping before him to smile. “I think they look lovely.”

“Good. I was a bit… nervous. I should hate to have to explain to Lord Elrond how and why I burned down the whole of Rivendell.”

“What would you tell him?”

He reached for you, catching your hand in his, and drew you into his arms. “I’d blame you.”

“He would never believe it.”

“Never say never. I can be quite convincing when need be.”

You gazed up at him. “I’m a bit nervous, I confess.”

“You needn’t be,” he assured you. “But, if you’d rather not tonight, we can always—”

“No, I didn't say that,” you were quick to reply. “I am just being silly.”

“Would it help if I was to ask for your hand first?” A hint of teasing wound into his smooth, low voice. “That way you’d know I am not going to disappear on you come sunrise.”

“Lindir! What a thing to say. Do you think that is what I’m thinking?”

“I hope not. But, just in case. Will you marry me?”

“You know the answer is yes.”

“Very well. Now you have no reason to fear, my darling. You have said yes and you are not forever stuck with me.”

“Oh, no,” you replied dryly, trying, but failing, to look utterly serious, “I have made a terrible mistake.”

“Liar.” He leaned in to sweep your lips with his. He’d meant it to be but a gentle, innocent kiss, but the moment he felt your soft lips against his, he had no choice but to press his a bit harder to yours. 

You melted against him, parting your lips and he released a hand to slip his arm about your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your firm breasts pressed against his chest, heating his blood as it slowly changed course in his veins, tightening every fiber, every sinew and tendon, as he responded to just that pressure. 

You wound your arms about his neck, welcoming the silken soft stroke of his tongue along yours. His kiss deepened, and when you traced your fingernails lightly along the back of his neck, he shivered against you and sighed heavily into your mouth. 

He could resist temptation no longer, the hand he’d splayed across your back sliding down to curve against your backside. He cupped a cheek, pulled you firmly against him, and it was your turn to sigh as that telltale bulge of his erection ground into you to create an altogether new and delicious ache deep inside. 

His hand slid up, the other one joining it at your shoulders, where his nimble fingers made quick work of the row of tiny buttons that trailed from the neckline of your gown almost to the small of your back. The fabric parted, the cool breeze skittering across your bare skin as he skimmed his hands outward and the material poured from you to pool at your feet.

You stood naked before him and he almost moaned aloud at the sight—at the high, proud breasts with their already-beading nipples, the curve of your waist and the slope of your hips. Just the sight of you was enough to make his blood scorch through his veins as it flowed south now, his manhood responding to give him away, should you lower your gaze.

But you didn’t. You held his and that served only to fire his lust further. Without shyness or hesitation, he let his gaze roam over you and smiled as he murmured, “You are so beautiful, my love.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and then you caught your bottom lip between your teeth when he reached out to cup your left breast. He was so gentle, his fingers dancing along the delicate skin, his thumb slipping lightly about your nipple, which tightened even further beneath his touch.

His fingers tightened about that breast, kneaded it gently, and then leaned in to sweep his lips down along your neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow easier access, and his kisses came softly hot against your increasingly sensitive skin. He punctuated each kiss with a teasing nip, and soothed that with a flick of his tongue. 

His thumb slipped about your nipple again, then caught it between thumb and forefinger to roll until you gasped. It was amazing to see how tight it beaded beneath his touch, how you responded when he gave a gentle tug, and when he leaned over to take it in his mouth? You shoved a hand into his hair, twisted your fingers into the length, and gave a tug that sent a sharp zing across his scalp. But that only heightened his arousal for you, only made him want to explore you further, to see what else would make you pull his hair and arch hard against him.

He took his time, let his lips caress each delectable inch of you as slowly as he could, which was no easy feat, as the very sight of you, the scent of you, the feel of you—warm and soft—against him was enough to drive him mad with desire. But, he wanted you to feel that same fairy desire, wanted you to ache for him the way he did for you. This was not only your first time with him, but your first time ever, and he wanted it to be as magical for you as he could make it.

He caught you in his arms, maneuvered you onto the soft blanket, and came over you gently. His lips found yours, his kiss hot and teasing and slow and he fought back a sigh as your lips parted and he slid his tongue along yours again. You tasted of sweet strawberries and he took his time exploring your mouth, drawing your tongue back into his own to savor that heady sweetness for himself.

He swept his lips down over your chin, down the front of your neck, which bowed as he caressed the sensitive flesh. He continued down, moving slowly along you body, kissing his way along your creamy soft skin, burnished ivory in the candlelight, his lips smoking a path along the inner curve of the breast he’d been teasing. With each sigh that wafted to your lips, each hitch of your breath, he grew bolder. Your body fascinated him, so soft and curvy, and as he kissed his way down, he sank to his knees before you. A hint of wildflowers and musk floated up to tease his senses. Your scent. Yours and yours alone. 

“My love,” he breathed, drawing back to gaze down at you, at the way your hair glinted in the moonlight, fanned out beneath you. Your eyes were heavy-lidded and sensual, your lips full and pouty from his kisses. “You have no idea how often I’ve envisioned this moment.”

“Do tell,” you whispered, your lashes fluttering against the pale expanse of your cheeks.

“I’ve dreamed of it. Of you. Lying just as you are now, bathed in silvery moonlight, a temptress amongst women.”

Heat crept into your cheeks even as you smiled. “You do have a golden tongue, my love, know you this?”

“I speak only the truth,” he whispered, letting his fingers trail lightly along the rise of your left breast. You sucked in a sharp breath, and he repeated the motion, smiling as he held your gaze even as he cupped your breast, slid his thumb harder about that aching bead, then worked down along the curve of your waist, over the rise of your hip. Each caress left you more languid than the one before it. Each one had you pressing your thighs together because the sensations offered up a hint of relief from the maddening tightness of arousal. You wanted to grab his hand, to guide it to that ache between your legs, but hesitated. What if he thought you wanton for aching to be touched there? What if he found you too brazen for wanting that arousal sated?

So, you bit down on your bottom lip as he continued his leisurely exploration of your body, as he moved slowly down along your thigh, over the back of it, to that sensitives patch just behind your knee. You couldn't help your sigh, which made him smile and switch direction, now skimming long the back of your calf. Up toward your backside. Over the rise of that cheek. Back down. You shivered against him, which spurred him on even further. As he drew closer to those curls at the apex of your thighs, he looked up and whispered, “I love you.”

You smiled, a hand curving against his cheek as you murmured back, “I love you, too.”

He winked then, and moved lower, his lips following in the path of his fingers—thigh, knee, calf—each kiss followed by a hot, teasing swirl of his tongue. 

He moved over your thigh and you bit down harder on your lip now. You ached with wanting him, the achy tightness between your legs growing damper with each caress. Everything inside you hummed with the need for him to quench the fires he sparked to life.

Your soft mewl didn't pass unnoticed and it took every bit of will he had to keep moving slowly. He felt your dampness. The scent of your arousal grew stronger still, as if trying to guide him to where you wanted him to be. 

He followed that guide, leaning in to graze your inner thigh with a teasing kiss. Your legs parted of their own and he almost signed at the heavy musky scent that filled his nose. Wildflowers. Honey. The most enticing of perfumes greeted him, welcomed him.

Lured him in.

He bent to you, his nose brushing the damp curls between your thighs. Fire swirled through him at the soft gasp that reached his ears when he slipped a fingertip into that wet heat. Slick. Hot. Enticing. He ached for a taste and so bent to you to slip the tip of his tongue into your folds, tracing along the curve of that satiny bead nestled within them. Your hand sank into his hair, spurring him on, encouraging him to caress you slowly, increasing the pressure against you as you sighed and moaned beneath him. 

Your hips moved with him, and he responded by flicking the tip of his tongue over that silken pearl, and when you grew wetter still, he let his fingers slip through that slick, stroking toward your opening. You moaned softly again as he eased his finger inside you, teasing you, caressing you inside and out, as you quivered around him. You thrust your fingers into his hair once more, twisting even harder now, your hips rolling slowly toward him to meet each caress. He was in no hurry, savoring every moan that bubbled to your lips, every drop of arousal that clung to his tongue, and he knew you grew close to your release in the way you moved with him. 

“Lindir…” Your breathless whisper rose into the gilded darkness. You trembled against him, your fingers twisting harder now, your breath rapid as you arched to meet each slow, teasing thrust of his tongue. He laved along that delicate pearl, gentle at first, but as you whispered “Yes…” he licked harder. Faster. He slipped his fingers into your slick, and when he found what he sought, he slid a finger inside you and smiled as you tightened around it. You sank against him as he continued his onslaught, stroking until he found that small swelling along your front wall and teased it as you pulsed around him.

“Lindir!” You shattered, your release as sweet as your arousal and he was relentless in his caresses as you throbbed around him, trembling and pleading with him to not stop. As if he would. Your cries of pleasure were the sweetest music to his ears and while he ached to find his own relief, he was in no hurry to end yours, either.

He slipped his finger free as you stilled against him and when you sank to your knees to meet his gaze, you whispered, “My turn,” and offered up a smile that turned his knees to jelly.

A hand pressed into his chest urged him onto his back on the soft blanket and he smiled as you straddled his hips and caught his hands in yours before pinning them to the blanket on either side of his head. 

Your lips claimed his and as you deepened your kiss, you slid your hands free to catch his tunic by its hem. You shoved upwards, breaking the kiss only long enough to whisk it over his head and then, when you came flush against him, he couldn’t hold back his moan. Your breasts, with those rosy beaded nipples, pressed into his skin, made the ache twisting his insides even worse. Your heat beckoned him, his hips rising to meet it, the pressure offering a bit of relief, but not nearly enough. 

His eyes closed as you moved down along him, trailing kisses over the smooth, warm skin his bared chest, and when you swirled your tongue along his left nipple, it was almost his undoing. He had no idea how sensitive his own were until then, and his entire body ached with the need to be inside yours, to feel that wet heat tight about him. 

Your hair spilled across his chest, warm and silken, and he buried his hands in it, let the gossamer strands caress him as you did. His head spun from the slow, teasing kisses you rained down over his belly, to the waist of his trousers.

Then you looked up and smiled as you unfastened them. As you gripped them. As you tugged them down and he sprang free from them, hard and proud and begging for your attention. 

Your name rose to his lips as you bent over and your lips closed about him. Your tongue moved slowly up from his base to his tip, your lips teased where your tongue did not, and when you gave a gentle pull…

He twisted his fingers in your hair as ever fiber in his body tensed, as the need for release tightened about him like a powerful fist, squeezing and pulsing with each stroke, with each teasing pull. White lights danced before him, and when you traced your fingernails along his sides? His moan rose like a mist into the air. His hips rose to meet each caress. The ache inside him grew stronger and more demanding and he had to force his eyes open as he gazed up at you. “Please… I need you…”

You pulled away, a look of utter satisfaction on your face as you whispered, “Need me for what?”

He smiled. “I think you know, love.”

He came up then, his lips seizing yours, his chest pressing into yours to urge you onto your back once more and as you obliged, your legs parted to let his hips settle between them. 

You felt the silken steel of his erect member slip into your folds, slide along your aching, overly sensitive flesh, and you shivered beneath him as he moaned above you. You teetered on the precipice. There was no going back now.

He caught your lips in a lingering kiss and you felt the gentle probe as he positioned himself. You were so tight about him, the resistance greater than he’d thought it would be. He drew in a deep breath and thrust, and you cried out at the brief sting of his breeching you. Then he went still, and you whispered, “What is it?”

“I love you,” he whispered back, then began moving inside you, each thrust slow and controlled, and little by little, the stinging ebbed and only pleasure remained. 

And what pleasure it was! It swelled within you both, fiery and hot and sweet, and with each thrust, that pleasure grew. It engulfed both of you, driving you both closer to the edge of madness. 

Your heat fed his. His fed yours. He surged harder now, tensing as his climax took root. It began in the soles of his feet and worked its way up like a rolling wave of thunder, and all he saw was you, your eyes sparkling, your cheeks flushed. You were close. He felt it in the way you tightened about him, the way you pulled him deeper still and throbbed around him once more. 

Everything inside him tightened. Twisted. Threatened to drive him insane as his climax bore down upon him. He couldn’t put it off, had no choice but to surrender to the inevitable as you squeezed him with a powerful rhythm and your fingernails dug into his chest. You tensed about him. 

He twisted his fists into the blanket beneath you, arched hard, and climaxed with a blazing fury that had him moaning and shuddering above you, that had him going rigid from the force of spilling hard inside you and you eagerly accepted it, pulsing and throbbing around him. You clung to him, your fingernails digging deep into his back. Your surrender met his and as he sank against you, you wrapped him in your arms as if you would never let him go. 

You fought for breath, as did he, and you held him as he trembled against you. Smoothing his hair away from his temple, you murmured, “I do love you.”

“Oh, I love you, too…”

“I think we should do this again.” 

You smiled as he lifted his head to stare at you incredulously. “Already?”

“Well, perhaps we should wait a few minutes,” you amended. “At least my head clears. I might faint otherwise.”

“Probably a wise idea.”

“I thought so.” You tightened your arms about him, and it all just felt so perfect, so right. You were where you belonged and you were not about to let him go. Not ever, if possible. No moment had ever been so perfect, as the one you shared with him in the moonlight on the most romantic night of your life. 

[reasonsforhope]

"A large research project studying endangered species in Australia has tallied 29 recovered species—all animals that can be safely de-listed from the country’s endangered species list.

Australia’s Protection and Biodiversity Conservation (EPBC) Act currently lists 446 species of animals in genuine need of protection, but 29 of those are no longer in need—15 mammals, 8 birds, 4 frogs, a reptile, and a fish.

Among these critters are the golden, Western barred, and Eastern barred bandicoots, Western quoll, sooty albatross, waterfall frog, Flinder’s Range worm-lizard, yellow-footed rock wallabies, greater bilby, humpback whale, growling grass frog, Murray’s cod, and others.

Australia has been a focus of endangered species conservation for decades because so many of the animal varieties are found nowhere else.

Invasive predators introduced and living here for decades, including foxes and cane toads, have proven highly disruptive to local wildlife like bandicoots and bilbies.

Unlike America’s ESL, the EPBC doesn’t mandate that species be reviewed regularly for recovery. These large scientific papers are rare and represent moments to celebrate for Australia’s conservationists."

-via Good News Network, 2/28/23

[triforce-of-mischief]

@skyloftian-nutcase's Fluffvember day 3: Nature Walk

Summary: Minish spends some peaceful time away from everyone and everything.

Words: 850

Characters are from @thatbrokenpromise

AO3

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Minish stared at the mountain across the grassy field, restless excitement filling them at the thought of exploring it. The group had stopped halfway between it and a stable on the other side of the hill, and they were already so close to untouched nature. Minish hopped over the short stone wall to drop beside Hateno, who was talking with some of the others near the smaller fountain. They tapped Hateno’s shoulder, then pointed at the mountain.

“You want to explore?” Hateno asked, and Minish nodded eagerly. “All right, just don’t go too far from the mountain. Ordon and I will follow behind you in a minute, Satori’s a good place to gather food. The rest of you…”

Minish didn’t wait to hear the rest of the plans. They climbed over the second curve of stone wall, this one nearly as tall as they were, and made their way down the rocky hill away from the little park. Across the field was a monster camp, with a rough path up the mountain on either side. The path on the right had more rocks, and was obstructed by the camp, so Minish decided to try the one on the left.

A gentle breeze was blowing, and their bare feet darted over soft grass and wildflowers. The path up the side of the mountain was steep, and led them to a small grove of pine trees. With harsh cries and a flap of black wings, a few crows flew away as they noticed Minish. Deeper in the grove, a bear stalked among the trees and gave a warning growl. Minish hissed back, and the bear squawked and ran down the mountain.

They found a tattered tent draped over a rock, and more importantly, a beehive dripping with honey. Minish snatched it and happily munched the sweet stuff as they explored further. They chose to go left again, avoiding the rocky cliffside, and carefully picked their way around a puddle of water at the entrance of a stone arch. They curved around and found another trail that led even higher.

A dozen squirrels resided on the next outcropping, and bolted away from Minish. The tiny creatures kept their distance from the trio of large rocks in the center of the trees, but Minish was too curious. They crept forward, only to screech and jump back when the rocks shifted under their feet and started to rise from the ground. Minish turned tail and found a foreboding cliff wall, so they ran back the way they came. Once they were sure that the rock monster wasn’t pursuing them, they found another path and followed that one up the other side of the mountain.

They found two more honeycombs for their trouble, and tucked one into their robes for later. They sprinted past a few angry octorocks, past a beautiful pond and into a massive, overgrown skull that more resembled a cave. Minish sat in the sunbeam created by an eye socket, catching their breath for a few minutes while they listened to the birds.

There wasn’t an obvious path after that point, and Minish finally resorted to climbing the rocky cliffs. They snuck past the rock monster, chose the right path this time, and were rewarded with the top of the mountain at long last. There was a peaceful little pond, surrounded by moss and pink flower petals from a lone cherry blossom tree.

A magic presense brushed the edge of their senses, and Minish turned to see a strange animal- or perhaps a spirit- on the far side of the pond. It was a glowing blue rabbit with golden antlers and an owl-like face that held no expression. Its aura was similar to the bubble-belching frog Minish had met in the cave of not-Hateno’s-era, but this creature felt curious, and more… pure. It didn’t seem to be afraid of Minish, as it bounded to the edge of the summit then looked over its shoulder to see if Minish would follow.

They did, playing a one-sided game of chase down the hill until the blue rabbit slipped into a cave in the side of the mountain. Minish saw another, that ran as soon as it saw them and led them around a few corners before vanishing too. They heard monsters to the left, so they went right and carefully jumped down a hole in the ground. A blue flash ran down another corridor, and Minish crouched to all fours and leapt to the raised bridge of stone so they could follow. A series of glowing rabbits came from the other direction, running straight at Minish before vanishing in blue sparkles and a bell-like chime.

No rabbits greeted them in the next room, and Minish peered around the oddly shaped rock in the center to find four more corridors. Upon exploring, they all led to the same room again. Confused and starting to get a little tired, Minish pulled out their last honeycomb and nibbled on it as they backtracked through the cave. Maybe Hateno would know more secrets about this mystical mountain.

[the-muppet-joker]

Adam's Second Sin

Warnings: Adam (the Bible) x Joker x Kermit, breeding kink, discussion of God's hypocricy, muppet hole

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Adam screamed in frustration. How was he meant to populate the earth without Eve? As much as he despised her, he yearned to spread his seed across the land and just... BREED. He balled up his fists into his hair, lost in thought, when suddenly... A rustling from the bushes, with a hushed, crazed laughter and an amphibious-sounding moan.

"Shhh... Kermit, you have to keep it down, darling~ or the very first man will hear us... or is that what you want, you filthy exhibitionist <3"

Adam's errection perked up, listening. "I think I have found something worth breeding," he thought.

He pounced like a lion into the bushes, gasping at what he saw. Another man... how could this be? He had so recently been cast from the Garden of Eden, and believed after vowing to part ways with the traitorous Eve that he would never see another human again. But here, on the ground, was the Clown Prince of Crime himself. And what was this...?

Pinned below Joker, face-down in the lush grass between the bushes, was a blushing, drooling muppet. Joker's white hands were wrapped around the frog's green felt wrists, and what intruiged Adam even more... was the clown's white member pumping deep into Kermit's tight hole. Adam gulped.

Kermit's eyes met Adams and he stuttered, trying to alert Joker to their intruder. However, Joker's throbbing cock was so thick and felt so delicious in his hole, that he very quickly forgot how to speak and instead whined like a whore, twitching under the green-haired man.

"Ahem," said Adam. Joker lept up in suprise, jumping back just as he began to cum. White, milky ropes of seed burst from him like a firework, painting the grass below as well as Kermit, whose empty hole twitched around nothing as he wailed im despair. Joker's seed had miraculously missed Kermit's hole, despite splashing nearly everywhere else.

Joker's cock softened as his eyebrows raised. He grinned with his beautiful red lips and his shining white teeth. Like a shark's, with eyes just as predatory.

"Well I'll be damned! The father of humanity, come to watch our lovely display. I suppose we should be honored," the clown purred. "Perhaps we should call you Daddy? Ha, simply a joke. That is why they call me the Joker," Joker explained.

"Oh," said Adam. He considered this. He considered his lust, his primal need to breed, and the considerably breedable muppet lying painted in white on the ground.

Adam considered God. He wondered what motivation his Father had when creating him. What was Adam's purpose? Eden had been a paradise, but there was no meaning there. He was always destined to sin. Perhaps that was the reason God could never look him in the eyes. He was not the firstborn. He was the lamb to be sacrificed so that all of humanity would be allowed to live, to love, and to fail. And then to be condemened for their predestined failure. Adam realized he was created to sin and pass that sin onto humanity.

Well, so be it, Adam thought. I will sin on the outskirts of Eden. I will fuck this muppet until he is pregnant.

He nodded to himself resolutely. He turned to Joker, who had one eyebrow raised and a half-hard cock.

"No. Do not call me Daddy. I am your equal... may I please breed your beautiful muppet?"

Joker laughed in surprise, turning to Kermit who was still writhing and moaning on the ground. "Kermit? What do you think, darling?"

Kermit looked up, "Y-yes. Please..." he croaked.

Adam was rock hard and ready to fuck. Not make love, no there was no love left inside of him. It had been taken alongside his rib.

The man positioned himself behind Kermit, dragging the tip of his length alongside Kermit's pulsing, wet hole. "Gods... Kermit, I see why Joker was so worked up and excited," Adam growled, pushing in to the hilt.

"Fuck! Adam!" Kermit screamed.

Adam pumped into him, deep and hard, animalistically.

"Fuck.. Kermit.. Ah, hah, yes, hahhh~"

Joker was softly chuckling and stroking his member at the sight of his lover being pounded into with such vigor. What a view, he mused.

"OOOOHHHhh, Adam~" Kermit moaned like a prayer.

Kermit was fucked so hard that his moans began to sound instead like a beautiful song, familiar to Adam. He came with tears in his eyes, nearly roaring when he did so. His salty seed felt different to Kermit, but he came as well despite the different feeling causing him to wish it was Joker's cum inside him.

As Adam pulled out, a single string of cum connected his cock and the delicious, overflowing hole.

"Now he is pregnant with my child," Adam stated grimly. He feared what human-muppet hybrid would be spawned by this affair, a fear that earlier had been quelled by his lust.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Joker's insane laughter and Kermit's weak giggle. "What!" Adam demanded.

"Muppets," Kermit laughed, full of cum, "can't get pregnant, silly."

"WHAT?" Screamed Adam. "Then how will I repopulate the earth? Somebody needs to be impregnated!"

"And someome certainly will..." said Joker, approaching with his errection approaching first.

The clown winked at the human. "Tell me, darling, what do you know about mpreg?"

To be coninued

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 13 - Revelations

As Y/N grows closer to Lucifer, he reveals what the hands of fate have in store.

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The heavy rain pounds against the colorful windows, the peaceful sound fills the otherwise silent room, occasionally interrupted by the deafening clap of thunder. The droplets of water race down the colorful depictions of the fall and rise of Lucifer, displayed in the stained glass windows, giving it an almost theatrical effect. 

I stare out one of the few clear panes of glass, cozied in a comfy chair I had dragged into place. The view of the towering pine trees outside is distorted by the downpour and thick fog looming around. The sun is nowhere to be seen, the world only illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning. 

Sighing, I turn my attention back to the task at hand, rereading my favorite cheesy romance novel for the 14th time, never growing tired of it. I lose myself in the story of a girl from the city running into a creature of the night. She starts out frightened of the vampire, scared of what she’s capable of, but learns to see through her tough shell and love the woman beneath the fangs and mystery. I hum quietly, chewing on a strand of hair as I meticulously scan every word on the page, despite having them memorized already.

“I’m so booored,” Lucifer whines, stepping out of the shadows and leaning over the tall satin chair I reside in.

“And what would you like me to do about that?” I keep my eyes fixed on the book, not sparing him even a passing glance, but I can still feel him pouting behind me.

“Let’s go do something,” he suggests, leaning down to wrap his arms around my chest.

“Like what?” I gaze at him from the corner of my eye.

He gestures out the window, wordlessly planting the idea of going outside.

“It’s raining Luce.” I put my book down to look at him, giving him the attention he so badly craves.

“You say that like it's a problem.” He grins, holding me even tighter.

Without a moment to think, the world spins once again and I find myself in a completely different location. I grab onto his arms to hold myself up, my knees ready to buckle under my weight at any second. I keep my eyes scrunched closed until the dizziness wears off and the world feels stable.

“You have to stop doing that!” I growl, shoving him with annoyance, but he doesn’t even budge. Fully preparing myself for the torrential downpour of rain, I instinctively fold my wings over my head to provide what little shelter I can, but nothing comes. 

He rolls his eyes, then looks at me eagerly like he’s waiting for my reaction.

The sound of birds chirping draws my attention and I lower my wings to take in my surroundings. I find myself in a stunning garden that goes on as far as the eye can see, unlike anything I've ever experienced. The world is painted vibrant shades of greens, blues and pinks, the color so intense that it feels like I'm looking through an enhanced filter. The sky, a pale blue with dozens of fluffy clouds and a shining rainbow.

The grass is perfectly manicured with little drops of dew from the rain clinging to each blade. Little bee’s buzz in harmony, hard at work pollinating each wildflower sprung from the ground.

 A little stream runs down the hills, twisting and winding for miles. The water is so clear that you can see each tumbled rock fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The sound of water rapidly flowing fills the air and perched on mossy rocks along the bank are little green and brown frogs, lounging without a care in the world. 

Hundreds of cherry blossoms fill the orchard in full bloom, the fragrant aroma taking over my senses. But in the middle of it all is one tree that looms taller than the rest. It's old, dating back at least a century. The branches twist and turn, similar to the body of a snake. And hanging from the lowest branch is one bright, shiny red apple.

“Where the fuck am I?” I ask, feeling a sense of confusion and wonder.

“It’s a garden I made for you.”

I slowly spin on my heels, admiring the beauty around me. He’s thoughtfully selected all of my favorite flowers, each one bringing back a distinct, pleasant memory. It takes my breath away.

He nervously rubs the back of his neck, suddenly feeling self conscious.  “Maybe it’s a bit mu-”

“No!” I interrupt him, “It’s beautiful.” I smile.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says, his doubt melting away in a matter of seconds, replaced by pride. His wings perk up and a satisfied grin tugs at his lips. “Come,” he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers and pulling me along. 

The soft grass squishes beneath my boots as I follow close behind, a soft breeze flows through my hair.

He stops us at the apple tree that stands next to the creek, and sitting in its shade is a checkered red blanket, and a woven picnic basket. It’s like a scene out of a fairy tale.

“A picnic?” I raise my brow skeptically. I never imagined Lucifer to be the picnicking type.

He sits down on the blanket and pats it twice, gesturing for me to sit by his side. 

I perch down next to him, tucking my wings behind my back and our knees touch ever so slightly. Just that one innocent little touch feels so intimate. 

He pulls out two fancy crystal glasses, dipping them into the creek by our side and filling them with the clear water.

“Creek water? I think I'll pass,” I scoff.

He looks at me amused, like he knows something I don’t. With a snap of his fingers, the water turns into a rich amber color I could recognise anywhere. He hands me the glass with a pleased smirk.

“Cool party trick.” I admire the glass in amazement. “Taking notes from The Bible, are we?” I tease.

“Please,” he scoffs. “That dickwad learned it from me.”

I chuckle at the thought. I take a sip and my eyes light up as the familiar taste of Jack Daniels Whiskey burns my throat. “Mmm… You remembered,” I smile.

“I always do.” He wraps his wing around my shoulders.

“Lucifer?” I ask, nervously toying with his mesmerizing flight feathers.

“Hm?”

“Why am I here? I mean, why me? What makes me so special?” I scooch closer, patiently waiting for his answer.

“Because.” He effortlessly pulls me into his lap, wrapping his broad arms around me, “You’re my soulmate.”

“What?” My eyes widen and snap up to meet his.

“You were made for me Y/N,” he coos, holding my chin in his hand. His eyes lovingly gaze into mine. “A gift from my dad, a little peace offering of sorts.”

“That’s not possible…” I shake my head, unable to process the information being thrown at me. My hands shake, a myriad of thoughts and emotions bouncing around my brain.

“You feel the connection between us, the force that pulls us together, even when we're apart. The way our lives have always led to this moment.” He places a soft kiss on my cheek.

I sit in silence, stunned.

“You know it to be true,” he whispers in my ear.

“I don’t understand,” I murmur.

“Why do you think you dream of me every night? We’re bonded together, our fates intertwined for the rest of time.” He caresses my cheek ever so slightly.

“Luce…” my voice quivers.

“You feel that?” He asks, pulling me into his chest and I can feel the buzz of electricity stronger than ever.

“There’s a reason I shared my grace with you,” his cold tingly grace intertwines with mine that burns hot, creating a pleasant mix of sensations.

I stare up at him, too shocked to even blink. I’m finally getting the answers I so desperately craved, but nothing could have prepared me for this.

“Human lives are so fleeting and the thought of being without you ever again kills me,” his voice breaks, emotions getting the best of him. 

“We’re destined to be together,” he pauses, “forever.”

The words play over in my head countless times, struggling to form some kind of response. 

Images of my time with Dean flash across my mind, the way he held me when I needed him the most, the nights he slept by my side and held me dear, and the yearning I feel whenever I think of him. I can’t stop the feeling of guilt that burns in my stomach, like I’m betraying him, despite never even discussing any sort of relationship. I have feelings for Dean, that I'm certain of. But I can’t deny the chemistry I feel with Lucifer, the way every moment together feels so natural. 

“This is a lot to take in Luce.” I rest my head against his shoulder, feeling conflicted and overwhelmed.

“I know love.” He places a kiss on the top of my head. “Take your time, we have an eternity awaiting us.”

I nod my head and take a long swig of whiskey until the glass is nearly empty. The alcohol always did help me think. We sit in comfortable silence for what must’ve been hours. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the birds chirping and water flowing, my breathing becoming steadier. The warmth of the sun shines on my face, lulling me into a sense of relaxation. I mindlessly curl up in his lap and snuggle into his chest as the peaceful hands of sleep pull me close. The last thing I can remember is the feeling of his large silky wings wrapping around us providing me a sense of safety. And just like that, I drift off into peaceful dreams.



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Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: SMUTTY SMUT BELOW. GO TOUCH GRASS AFTERWARDS. -Jazz 

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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TWENTY-FOUR: RIDE IT, SUGAR. 

The moon looks so much bigger in the mountains, you think as you stare up at the inky sky. 

You sit on a flat rock, legs hugged to your chest and in clean clothes. The night is still. Quiet except for the hooting of an owl in the distance. Peaceful. The most peace you’ve had in days. 

Suddenly, you hear footsteps crunch in the dirt behind you, but you don’t go for your gun. You turn around, nice and slow, and smile at the visitor. Gojo stands before you in a clean cotton shirt and riding pants, his face bruised but still handsome. 

“Hey, you,” he says with a smile. It fills you with warmth and gives you a tingle that starts in your chest, making its way down to your stomach. “Suguru sent me to check on ya. He was sure you fell off the side of the mountain.” 

You tsk, standing and dusting off your pants. “And before I’ve even eaten? No way!” 

You walk over to Gojo who holds his hand out to you. Your smile grows as you take his hand. “Sugu’s done with supper if ya hungry…and I know ya are.” You can’t deny it. Your stomach has been growling since you set up camp an hour ago. 

Gojo’s thumb strokes your knuckles before his fingers cascade down to your wrist bandaged from the rope soars. “C’mon,” he coaxes, giving you a grin that melts your heart and turns your stomach into a fluttery mess. 

You let him lead you down the mountain to the forest down below and the makeshift campsite you built. One tent is set up near a roaring campfire where Suguru is crouched over a pot, stirring something with a wooden spoon. Several feet away are your horses tied to some trees where they graze and drink from the pristine lake surrounded by mossy rocks and trees, and brimming with fish, shrimp, and frogs. 

The clearing you picked as tonight’s “home” is perfect. It is within a forest miles away from Cherrywood. Somewhere where no one will ever find you. After leaving the town of Cherrywood and its sheriff in the dust, you took off with Geto and Gojo, escaping into the sun with your horses in tow. 

While on the road, you stopped at some rinky-dink Mom-n-Pop store where the boys purchased some items for cooking, fresh clothes, new boots, and blankets to keep you warm from the oncoming autumn chill. At that point, news of Benji the Bandit’s murder had already begun to spread, so the cashier said nothing about seeing you as you checked out. 

As soon as nightfall, you made the joint decision to set up camp for the night and chose the lush, cool environment of the woods. You sit with Suguru now on one of the logs set up in front of the fire, inhaling the delicious aroma of his meal. “Mmmm, damn, Suguru!” You exclaim. “This smells fantastic!”

Your man smiles from his spot at the pot, still focused. He has his hair tied up in a bun and a bandage above his left eyebrow. “Forest gumbo,” he replies. You gawk at him, making him crack up. “No, I’m serious,” he laughs. “It’s turnips, carrots, and sprouts plus the fish and shrimp we caught earlier.” 

“I did the seasoning!” Gojo proudly announces, gathering together three wooden bowls and some spoons for you. You giggle as you peer down into the boiling broth of sliced carrots, cut turnips, sprouts, chopped fish, and shrimp bobbing in the liquid. Suguru spoons you and Gojo a bowl-full before taking some for himself along with a bottle of sweet wine to share. Dinner is served. 

You take one sip of the gumbo and immediately, you’re transported to a whole other realm. “Mmm, fuck, that’s good,” you moan, your eyes closed. When you open them, the Gunslingers are giving you a curious look. “Glad my cookin’ can evoke such an interestin’ sound out of you,” Geto jokes. 

“Sorry,” you giggle, cheeks ablaze. “It’s been a minute since I’ve had a warm-cooked meal. I’ve been ridin’ for three days to get to Cherrywood.” You take another spoonful. As you eat, you become aware that the easy-going vibe in the air has shifted. ‘Dammit,’ you regretfully think. ‘You never should’ve said anythin’, you idiot!’ 

Geto and Gojo both give you a knowing look as they silently eat. “Y’know, we’re still pissed at you, right?” Gojo finally asks, smirking at you. “As happy as we were to see you, darlin’, ya still didn’t listen to us when we asked you to stay in Willow Springs.” He pauses, thinking this over. “But then again, you don’t listen to anyone.” 

“No, I don’t,” you admit with a sheepish shrug. “And I couldn’t just y’all go off by yourselves. I’m your bodyguard.” You take a swig of the sweet, addicting wine before passing the bottle to Geto. The long-haired outlaw raises a curious eyebrow at you. 

“Our what?” 

“Bodyguard!” you exclaim with a giggle. “And y’all are mine. We protect each other. Anywhere you go, I go.” Though you mean it as a joke to ease the tension, but then you realize how much you mean it once the words are out. Your outlaws stare at you in awe as crickets sing and a coyote yelps in the distance, looking at you as if you’re some kind of Goddess. 

Finally, they break into a smile and you melt. “So fuckin’ stubborn,” Geto sighs dreamily, “but I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” Gojo hums in agreement, throwing back the wine his partner passes him. “Me either. I was so sure we were either gonna die not seein’ you again or we’d witness your death.” 

At the mention of death, Geto’s eyes trail off to stare into the flickering fire. “I would’ve never forgiven myself if anythin’ happened to you,” he mutters to himself. You can tell he is wandering down a dark path, so you scoot closer to him and place a hand on his shoulder, grounding him. 

“Hey,” you coo. “Don’t do that, okay? Nothin’ happened to me or us.” You give him a reassuring smile. “We’re all here together, just as we should be.” 

Gojo returns your bright, optimistic, and soft smile, placing a hand on Geto’s other shoulder. “And that’s how it’s gonna fuckin’ stay,” he promises. “You need your bodyguards after all.” Geto finally cracks a smile and all of those dark thoughts that you could sense in his gaze are gone. 

The rest of dinner proceeds with peace and joy. You and your Gunslingers eat, drink, and flirt in peace as the night grows long until you’re all full to the brim with gumbo and comfortably tipsy. Gojo stands from his log and stretches his arms high over his head, nearly touching the sky. “I think we need a soak,” he sighs. Geto nods in agreement, finally done cleaning up the dishes and placing them by the fire to be cleaned later. 

The two sexy outlaws turn to you and as usual, you’re rendered motionless under their gazes. Gojo extends his hand for yours. “Come take a bath with us.” You would’ve gone to the fucking moon with them if they asked you. “‘Kay,” you exhale. You take Gojo’s hand and let him steal you away with the half-empty wine bottle. 

Minutes later, you sit on a nearby rock by the lake as you watch the duo undress. The water is so clear and pure that it could be a mirror, black and pristine reflecting the fat moon and stars in the sky above. Though it is beautiful, you’re more interested in the two men stripping off their clothes. They stand at the rocky edge as they take off their shirts, their pants, and their boots along with their stocks. 

Your eyes run greedily over their muscles, noticing some scars etched into their skin. Some old and fading, some fresh and patched up with bandages and gauze. When they get to their underwear, Geto peels his off with no problem while Gojo teases you, his fingers slyly looped around his waistband. “Like whatcha see, girl?” he teasingly asks, eyeing you down. 

He peels them down further, revealing the bone of his hips ad V-line. “Yes!” you enthusiastically reply, drunk off of the wine and your sexy partners. “Little perv,” he snorts, finally peeling off his undies. You’re joyfully given a view of his and Geto’s firm asses, biteable thighs, lickable lower abs, and pretty cocks…before they get in the water. 

You laugh as Gojo carefully waddles in like a penguin on his long legs before the water hits his thighs. His entire body seizes, shocked by the temperature. “Ah, shit, that’s cold!” he shouts. Geto chuckles as he sinks into the water, coming to his waist. “Yeah, but it feels soooo fuckin’ good.” He relaxes further into the water, a calm look descending onto his handsome face.

He then turns to you and smiles. “Join us,” he coos, holding his hand out for yours. His gaze could make you touch fire. You don’t bother wrapping up your hair before quickly undressing, already feeling naked under the Gunslingers’ molten, hot gazes. They could boil the water with how scalding their looks are as they drink in your body. As each article of clothing falls to the ground, you feel the sexual tension become more apparent and yourself become more confident. 

Leaving the wine on the rock, you take Geto’s hand and let him lead you into the chilly water. “Oh!” you exclaim as the shock of cold enters your system. But once you’re in the water mid-thigh, it relaxes your tired muscles. “Oh,” you sigh. 

“Right?” Geto chuckles, watching you walk further and further into the water. “Feels good on them tired muscles, I’m sure.” The water comes up to your chest, hiding your naked body underneath the dark depths of the lake. Geto moves toward you in the water, taking you into his arms. 

You let him, drunk off of the wine and his intoxicating scent. His fingers cascade down your bandaged wrists and the bruise at the side of your temple where Benji hit you with his gun. His eyes hold venom at the sight. “Oh, darlin’,” he sighs. “I wish I could bring him back to life and kill him again myself.” 

You smile despite the violent words, running a hand over his many scars and healing wounds. ”Least y’all are still sexy with your wounds.” Gojo suddenly appears behind you, a bar of lavender and rosemary-scented soap in his hands. “So are you,” he whispers, kissing your cheek. “We love chicks with wounds.” 

You giggle, but that giggle turns into a soft moan as the two men begin to wash you. Gojo’s long, loving fingers cascade over your arms and in your hair after he lathers his hands in soap. Geto takes your front, gently massaging your breasts and fingers, stretching out each finger bone as he does. Their ministrations are gentle yet firm, making you body melt into their touch. “Well, you two sure know how to pamper a girl,” you giggle. 

Geto chuckles, pleased, while Gojo places the soap to the side and assaults your ear with kisses and sucks. “And there’s more where that came from” he whispers. His hands suddenly cup your naked breasts under the water, making that sensitive sensation much worse. “Ah, you jerk,” you whine, overwhelmed by the pleasure. “I hate you.” 

You can almost see Gojo’s teasing smile behind you as he begins to fondle your tits, rolling them into slow circles. “Yeah?” he chuckles. “Tell me aaaall about it, sweetie.” He then begins to pinch your hardening nipples, using his long index fingers and thumbs to roll the brown peaks between his digits. You moan again, unable to hold back the sound. 

Your lewd noises only get worst when Geto begins to kiss your neck, his soft lips caressing the tender flesh. “Oh, fuck,” you moan. “That feels really g-good, Sugu.” You tilt your head back, mouth open. You haven’t felt pleasure like this since they left you in Willow Springs. 

Geto’s big hands grip your hips, grabbing you close to his bigger, toned body. “You feel really good,” he sighs. “I’ve missed you so, so much.” You see a glimpse of love and lust in his eyes before his pillowy-soft lips descend upon yours. You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until you’re tongue-kissing. 

Gojo watches on, jealousy (and arousal) brewing. “Hey,” he pouts. “I want a kiss! I’m here too!” Geto pulls away with an eye roll as his partner pulls you into his lean, muscular chest. “Such a baby,” he huffs. “You prepared to deal with this for an indefinite amount of time, Y/N?” 

“More like for the rest of my life,” you blurt, in the throes of pleasure and peace. Realizing what you just said, you shyly stare at the two men, your heart thundering in your chest. “Hopefully,” you softly add. “If that’s okay with you.” You haven’t exactly talked about “forever” even though you’re together at this point. Would they say no? Are they ready for that kind of commitment? Are they— 

Every other doubting, questionable thought is vanquished by Gojo’s soft, juicy lips as he kisses you. His tongue swirls with yours, swapping spit and the taste of wine, making you moan into his mouth. When you pull away, his eyes are heady with lust and longing. “Lay back on that rock and we’ll show you,” he demands. 

When your men coax you out of the water and back onto a flat-headed rock along the bank, any trace of doubt in your mind about whether or not they want to be with you is gone. Especially once they get their tongues in you. 

“Ohhhh, my God!” you loudly moan to the sky, throwing your head back as soon as you feel their hot, wet tongues caress your pussy. You didn’t realize how wet you were until now as Geto and Gojo take turns lapping at your juices. They tongue bathe your cunt, French kissing your pussy lips, even pressing kisses and licking along your inner thighs. 

The two work together to make you feel absolutely insane, your mind quickly growing empty from the blinding pleasure. Their gazes are hot as they look up at you, their mouths still moving slow and sensual against your pussy. They don’t speak. They don’t need to. Their tongues and desperate moans into your cunt say everything that they don’t. 

‘We love you.’ 

‘We adore you.’ 

‘We want you to be ours.’ 

When one tongue enters your hole, gently fucking you with it, the other caresses your ass, rimming the tight hole and coating it in saliva. You moan, sob, and whimper at the intense pleasure, your thighs shaking. “Fuck!” you cry out into the night. “You’re both so fuckin’ good!” 

You hear both men chuckle into your holes as they lick a little faster, changing tempos here and there to tease you. Make you so insane that your brain is ready to explode. It doesn’t take long for you to explode either. You grip both of their heads, your fingers lacing through their hair. “I’m gonna cum!” you warn, high-pitched and wanton. “You’re gonna…gonna make me…” 

You don’t get a chance to finish that sentence. You’re silent as the familiar orgasmic rush of pleasure washes over you, but when you finally cum, your moans are loud and echo across the clearing. You’re sure your calls catch the attention of coyotes and mountain lions as your cum floods your boyfriends’ mouths. The duo eagerly lap it up, relishing your sweet moans and needy whimpers. 

It is an orgasm worthy of the Gods above. When it fades, you let out a deep exhale and stare down at your men who look up at you as if you’re a gift. “That was…amazin’,” you sigh, breaking out into a grin. “Now I have to return the favor.” Lust floods you, jumping into your bones. You need more. You place a hand on their handsome faces, cupping their cheeks. “Come on; let’s go to the fire. It’s gettin’ cold.” 

You coax your two sexy cowboys out of the water and in front of the cozy, hot fire still ablaze and crackling. You melt at the flames flickering in their eyes. Flames from the campfire and flames from their lust as you hold their hands in yours. 

“Well, you’ve got us both here, darlin’,” Gojo seductively says. “How do you want us?” His and Geto’s cocks stir from between their thick, muscular thighs, quickly hardening from the cold air and you. Your pussy throbs despite your recent orgasm, pulsing in impatience. 

“Just right here,” you purr. “Here is perfect.” Like the sex kitten you’ve become, you slink down onto your knees and lick both palms before pumping both cocks in your face, relishing how velvety and rock-hard they feel. 

You enjoy the groans and sighs of pleasure and delight that escape their mouths as you stroke them. You admire the way the silvery moon and orangey fire flicker and illuminate their muscles and the columns of their thick throats. 

When you finally begin to suck on their thick shafts, both of them peer down to watch, wanting to watch you take them. You have become a total slut for them, unable to resist gagging, slobbering, and sucking on their dicks so diligently that you start to think that this is your job. 

Geto pushes his hips forward as if begging for more, sinking his cock deeper into your mouth. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, watching your plushy lips stretch around his girth. “You’re so good at this. You take that cock so well.” 

You let him slowly grind his hips into your mouth, his pelvis rubbing against your chin and his balls gently slapping it. Gojo lets out a shudder moan, fucking your fist in time with his partner. “Damn, babydoll,” he groans. “With you suckin’ our cocks like that, it makes me believe you wanna keep us.” 

Geto pulls away, letting you breathe. “I do,” you moan, your eyes glittering as you stare up at the white-haired bandit. “I want you both all to myself.” You give his head a lick, tasting the pre-cum dripping from it. “Forever.” You give him a kiss. “Always.” 

Then you’re taking him into your wet, soft, velvety mouth, your throat flexing around him. “Fuck!” Gojo moans, in the throes of the pleasure you give him. He grips your head, immediately fucking your face like it’s a toy. “So you wanna be ours?” he asks. “Tell us. Are you ours, darlin’?” 

He pulls his cock out, his shaft and balls dripping in your spit. “Yes,” you gasp as you inhale. “I’m yours! I wanna be yours!” 

You never wanted anything more than to be with them, not even to kill Benji or live in Willow Springs. You want to be owned by them. To be taken by them alone and made into their dream woman. Their slut. Whatever the hell they want you to be! 

Because they’re everything you want them to be. Sexy, loving, and protective. Your protectors. Your lovers. Your partners in crime. 

Your hands cascade down their toned stomach and V-lines, making you shiver in delight. “I love you both so much,” you whisper. “I want to give myself to you. Use me.” 

The two outlaws stare at you in utter shock, but you can see their cocks twitching in excitement. Gojo grins, about to grab you, but his partner stops him. 

“Hold up,” Geto firmly says. “We need some safety here. The last thing we wanna do is hurt her.” Gently, he tilts your chin up with two fingers under your chin, making you look at him. “We’re gonna have you set up a safeword, okay? You feel uncomfortable at any time, you use it, understand?” 

His eyes are soft, but firm and serious. Obediently, you nod, placing your hands on your lap. “Yes, sir,” you reply, the words as natural as breathing. Geto’s nostrils flare, your answer affecting him greatly. 

He lets you pick the safeword and you think on it for a moment, the fire flickering in the background. Your mind travels back to that delicious dinner and… “Um…gumbo?” you decide. 

The two men break out into laughter, filling your stomach with warmth. “Gumbo it is, then,” Geto chuckles, and then instantly, his smile fades. “Now place your hands behind your back.” You do as he says, following instructions so well that Gojo has to comment. “That’s our good girl,” he coos, stroking your head. “You’re gonna love this, baby, I promise.” 

You know you are. You know it as soon as Geto fetches some rope from his backpack and kneels behind you. You are quiet and relaxed despite the restrictions you feel on your arms as he ties each knot. Soon, you can’t move them at all. ”Too tight?” he asks, his silky voice in your ear. 

You shake your head. Though you can’t move your arms, you’re not in any pain. Gojo smiles, pleased with the sight of you, and cups your face in his hands. He gently brings you up higher onto your knees as he leans down to give you a passionate kiss. “You’re ours now, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Let us show you what that means.” 

You thought he would never suggest it. Behind you, Geto begins toying with your pussy, his thick fingers caressing the sodden, wet lips between your thighs. “Yes, Daddies,” you moan. “Show me.” 

And boy, do they! Your handsome, sexy, rugged, dangerous, slick-tongued outlaws put you through the wringer again and again with their hands, tongues, and cocks. You get pulled onto Gojo’s cock where he proceeds to fuck you from behind while Geto fucks your mouth, pausing every couple of thrusts to tap his thick cock against your tongue. Gojo’s thrusts are rough and fast, stealing the breath out of your lungs. 

Soon after Gojo has his fill of you, you get passed off to Geto where he bends you forward so your ass is in the air and your head is pressed onto a soft blanket. He grips your wrists as he thrusts his hips forward, pulling you back onto his cock at a slow pace yet still deep enough to make you feel it. You gasp and sob into the blanket, each thrust making your pussy clench and squeeze around his cock. 

They fuck you in missionary, one of them holding you up while the other is between your thighs, grabbing your hip and fucking you. You stare into their eyes, taking in each detail and fleck of color as their cocks stretch out your wet pussy, filling you up, their balls slapping against your asscheeks. No matter who is in you, no matter how many times they fuck you, your body still reacts as you’re filled. Your heart jumps, your back arches, your nipples harden, and your pussy squelches and oozes wetness around their shafts. 

They fuck your soul out of your body under the stars, them and the trees the only witnesses to your love and nasty-ass fucking. And every single time, like clockwork, you cum. They never let you go without feeling that pussy clench on their cocks and cumming, drenching them in your release. They never once cum though which you can’t understand. With all the stimulation, you start to believe that they’re either holding out for a bigger load or they’re superhuman. 

But when Gojo lays back on a blanket, his cock erect and oozing in your cum, you know you’re about to get your answer. “Hop on top, sugar,” he teasingly says, a smile playing on his lips. “Don’t worry, we’ll hold you up.” 

Despite how spent you are, you are still feening for more. You have turned into a total and complete fiend for your men’s cum. With Geto’s help, you are placed into Gojo’s lap and sit up as he slowly places his cock inside of you. You share a moan of pleasure as he settles inside of you, kissing the underside of your clit while his pelvis presses against the outside. 

“Move those hips, c’mon,” he whispers. “You’ve got it, baby. Just grind against me.” He grips your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass. He gives you a smack on one cheek while Geto hits you on the other, making both cheeks sting. You moan at the stinging sensation, only growing wetter, especially when Geto begins smothering your cheeks in wet kisses that soothe the fire licking your tender skin. 

Geto’s tongue slithers farther down to caress Gojo’s heavy balls, earning a moan from the handsome outlaw. Wanting to please him too, you begin to swivel and grind your hips against him, rubbing your wet clit against his pelvis to stimulate yourself more. Hushed moans and pants escape both of you as you stare at one another—you on top, him on the bottom.

Once you find a good rhythm, you begin to bounce on his cock, staring deep into his eyes as you do. Gojo’s smile is almost feral as he grips your ass for dear life. “Now that’s how you ride a cock!” he laughs, groaning each time your heavenly pussy slams down onto his cock. “You’re a natural at this, darlin’. A certified cowgirl.” 

He then begins to thrust up into you, meeting you halfway. The sounds of your moans and skin slapping against skin drift into the air along with the smoke from the fire, echoing among the forest. 

Geto leans in to kiss your back and shoulders, cupping your tits as you continue to bounce like a bunny on Gojo’s dick. “We love you so goddamn much,” he pants into your ear. “You know that, right? You know how much we adore you?” 

“Y-Yes!” you wail, delirious from the pleasure and Gojo’s unforgiving thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes!” 

Gojo grins at Geto, both of them agreeing that you’re adorable. “And you love us too, right, baby?” Gojo huffs, still thrusting like it’s his profession. “You wanna build a life with us, right? Get married? Have a buncha babies? You wanna keep us so we can do this all the time together?” 

Though you’re conscious of what he’s saying, you’re also so delirious from his cock that you’ll say anything. Even spilling your secrets. “Yes,” you sob. “I-I want you…need you both! Wanna be together…forever!” You stare down into the Bahamian ocean blue eyes of Gojo, swirling your hips with no hands. “Give me your babies, please. I want you to knock me up. Breed me.” 

Shock registers on the handsome gunslinger’s face, taken aback by your request. Then he breaks into a menacing smile. “So you wanna be trapped, huh?” he chuckles. “Be careful what you’re askin’ for here, darlin’.” He grabs you, pitching you forward to jackhammer himself into that spot that makes your pussy turn to wet mush around his cock.

“I want this!” you beg through your broken moans and sobs. “I want us to have a future together. A little family. Please breed me.” 

Your words are like aphrodisiacs to Gojo, propelling him further and further into his orgasm. “Fuck, baby!” he whines. “M’gonna fill you up! Gonna give you all of my fuckin’ babies just for you.” 

You beg and plead for him to cum, feeling your own orgasm peaking. Unbeknownst to you, Geto watches from behind, jacking himself off to the sight of your jiggling ass and pretty cunt stretched around Gojo’s thick, long cock. Finally, you both cum together, drenching each other in your release. Gojo whines into your shoulder as he fills you with a fat, hot load of his spunk, filling you to the brim. 

You gasp at the sudden feeling as your pussy spasms around him, still in the throes of your orgasm. You’ve never been creampied before. It feels better and wetter than you thought it would. 

Slowly, Gojo fucks the cum back into you as he weakly moans and grunts, still riding out his orgasm. “There,” he huffs, kissing your shoulder. “All knocked up for me.” You weakly whimper in response, feeling his cum spill down your thighs and along your asscrack. 

Now it’s Geto’s turn. He helps you off of Gojo’s lap and on top of him in reverse cowgirl. He’s an ass guy so he doesn’t mind one bit. “Ready for me too, babydoll?” he coos. Despite your aching body and overstimulated pussy, you nod. “Good ‘cause I need to fill this pussy up too. After all, you’re also mine, right?” 

Then his big cock is sliding inside of you, making its home in your velvety, soft, warm cunt. You gasp as his balls brush against your ass and his big hands hold your hips, hypnotized by the way you move above him. 

Despite your aching thighs and hamstrings, you still find the energy to grind your ass back into him, your desire and arousal filling you with fire. Geto watches, biting his bottom lip at the way your pussy sucks him in. “So pretty,” he sighs. “So fuckin’ beautiful. I love watchin’ you take cock like that, babe.” 

You moan, damn near whining in desperation as his cock strokes your insides. He soon begins thrusting back from underneath you, digging his fingers into your ass. Gojo’s cum inside your pussy serves as lube for him, allowing him to piston into you with ease. 

Speaking of Gojo, he’s watching too. In the light of the fire, he crawls up to you and puts his cowboy hat on your head, invoking a breathless laugh from your chest. “You look good in my hat, darlin’,” he coos and Geto moans at how hot you look. 

While he fucks you harder from beneath, Gojo begins lazily rubbing your clit while he sucks on your nipples. “C’mon, ride him,” he whispers. “Ride it, sugar. Ride that fuckin’ dick like it’s stolen.” You do it as much as possible, grinding your hips with vigor and a purpose. Geto holds onto your hips for dear life, catching what you throw back at him, until you finally feel that familiar tightening in your core. “F-Fuck, Sugu!” you wail. “I’m gonna cum!” 

Geto huffs and groans underneath you, lifting his hips up to nail your G-Spot over and over again. “Gonna cum too,” he groans. “Don’t hold back, baby. Give it all to me.” 

You have no choice but to give him what he wants when Gojo begins slurping and licking your clit and Geto’s balls every time you grind your hips forward, giving you both oral with his magical, wet tongue. Geto wraps a hand around your stomach, his fingers gently caressing your tummy. Right where his and Gojo’s children will be. “Cum for me while I cum for you,” he begs. “Let me breed you too.” 

Gojo murmurs encouragement as he continues to lick at your clit, his soft lips and tongue pushing you over the edge along with Geto’s desperate thrusts. 

Finally, you feel that rush overcome you and you’re a moaning, whimpering, pathetic mess. “I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!” you helplessly babble as you explode all over Geto’s cock for the second time. 

Your orgasm triggers Geto’s and soon, he’s spilling his cum inside of you too, a long, loud groan leaving his pretty mouth as he sprays your insides white with his spunk. Gojo admires the both of you in the throes of your ecstasy, smiling adoringly. “You look so cute when you cum,” he coos, his cock twitching at the sight. You don’t know if he means you or Geto. 

You're too busy soaring and flying to really pay attention to little things like that. Your orgasm lasts longer because of Geto’s slow, lazy thrusts, no doubt pushing his cum deeper and deeper inside of you. He makes it count just as Gojo did. When you finally feel that dizziness come as you come down from your high, you nearly tumble off of Geto’s cock into the dirt. 

Gojo helps you down, a tiny moan escaping you as Geto’s cock slips out of your dripping hole. “Easy, girl,” he coos. “Just lay down with us. Catch your breath.” As he lays you down on your back on a wool blanket, you begin to focus on inhaling and exhaling. The crisp autumn air fills your lungs and cools down your skin, hot and sweaty from the sex. 

Gojo then covers you and himself with another warm, thick blanket while Geto fetches you some water in a canteen. He coaxes you to lift your head and sip the cool liquid slowly, feeling refreshed with every sip. Once replenished, Geto takes it away and takes a sip before passing it to Gojo who drinks to his heart’s content. 

Geto then lifts the blanket and snuggles in on your left, Gojo on your right. You are sandwiched between the two of them now, the fire flickering hypnotically in front of you. “That…was….amazin’,” you finally pant out. Geto hums in agreement, tossing his big arm around your shoulders. “Absolutely.” 

You snuggle into his side while your feet caress Gojo’s, playing footsie with him under the blanket. You fall silent, breathing in their cologne and natural scent mixed with the scent of burning firewood and the natural scent of the forest. It is so peaceful. So sweet. So serene. 

“Did you mean it?” Gojo suddenly asks, ending the silence. You turn to look at him, finding that he’s already staring at you. “When you said you wanted to build a life with us?” The fire flickers in his soft, blue eyes trained on yours, unwavering. Geto falls silent too, waiting for your answer. 

You smile, cupping Gojo’s cheek. “I meant all of it,” you whisper into the night. “I’ve never wanted anythin’ more than I want this together with y’all. I love you both so much.” You feel your throat close up, your love for them almost painful. 

The two handsome men smile at you, their love and adoration beaming in their faces. ”We love you too,” Geto whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And this is where it starts. This is where we start.” He places a hand on your stomach as does Gojo, the both of them tenderly caressing your tummy. 

Gojo suddenly sits up, tossing the blanket off of him. You and Geto jump, alarmed by his sudden vigor. “Well, this calls for a celebration!” he exclaims. He turns to you with a grin and grabs your ankles, pulling you closer to him. You squeak, gasping as he tosses your legs open. “G-Gojo, wait!” you helplessly protest. “I-I’m still sensitive!” 

But all of your protests die when Gojo begins gently kissing down your legs while Geto lazily plays with your tits, each of them teasing you. “Don’t worry, darlin’,” the white-haired outlaw purrs. “We’ll go nice an’ slow this time around.” He gives you a wink before ducking down between your thighs, stealing your words once more. 

The entire night is filled with orgasm after orgasm, constant love-making, kissing, and a lot of cleaning up. You don’t even know when you finally get to sleep. You figure you must have passed out at some point during an earth-shattering, mind blowing orgasm that knocks you out of commission. 

When you finally awaken, somehow in your tent, your body is deliciously sore, the fire is dead, and the morning sun has painted the sky blue. You stretch out your arms to hug your gunslingers closer to you only to find them gone. Abruptly, sleep evades you and you rush out of the tent in your blanket, naked and scared. 

But your fear is quelled when you find your two cowboys readying your horses, dressed in their Western finest, boots, hats and all. Everything is Geto is just stomping out the rest of the dying fire when he notices you. He gives you a smile and a tip of his hat, just as beautiful as the morning sun. “Mornin’,” he greets. “We got breakfast for ya, but ya gotta eat it on the road.” 

You silently gaze over them, taking in their attire and the horses waving their tails in impatience. Reneigh wiggles her ears at you as if to say, “Well, get dressed already!” 

The two gunslingers smile at you, knowingly and adoringly, the sun illuminating their attractive features and the glint in their eyes. “Well?” Gojo asks. “You comin’?” 

All you can do is break out into a grin before rushing to find your boots and your pants. They don’t tell you where you’re going, but you don’t care.

Because any place you go with them is sure to be an adventure and a ride worth taking. 

[stickyfrogs]

Today we visited two Growling Grass Frog Friends at the Melbourne Museum! They were both wearing Lovely Smiles and doing an excellent job of Watching! Growling Grass Frogs are endangered in the wild in Victoria.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

hi again I have an idea for a Jurassic world au yandere raptor hybrid parents gambit and rogue [ animated series ] x baby hybrid reader now the doctors and scientists want to find out how 2 hybrids birth a hybrid and want to take the baby so they can run some tests but gambit and rogue are not having it,so they make their escape with their baby and find somewhere safe for a 3 them to live.

Aaaawwwww! Those two being protective parents! Yes!

• The enclosure was silent. It was night, meaning it should have been abuzz with the chirrups of frogs and insects. But there was only deep, uneasy quiet.

• The two raptors, a mated pair, were unsettled. While it was normal for most creatures to avoid them or to stay silent in their presence, this was unusual. Unusual enough that they decided to investigate. Sniffing through the grass and shadowed trees, looking for what disturbed the creatures' music. Yet so far, nothing yielded answers.

• On the way back, they saw fresh meat, and could hear the humans start to chatter overhead. While the food looked tantalizing, it smelled... off. There was something under the scent of blood and protein, something drowsy and sharp... With a hiss, they realized it must have a drug in it. But why give them something like that...?

• Their answer was a scared chirp, followed by the yells of humans. With startled shrieks, they raced off, tracing their path back to their nesting site, to find armed humans holding their baby, a small thing, in their gloved hands. Rogue, a raptor raptor bright greens and reds, growled, pacing closer, while her mate, a pink and brown raptor, Gambit, circled around. The humans were trapped between them, and it was clear the two raptors were beyond mad.

• In a flash, Rogue pounced, claws tearing through one of the men as Gambit headbutted another, snarling. The remaining humans took off, taking their hatchling, Reader, with them. The chase was on, and the two parents were on the hunt...

• They could hear the gates opening and the shouts of the humans as they slowly took them down, shrieking to each other and to their child, fear and anger marring their voices. One human tried to fire a gun, only to have their hand bitten off. Another shot a taser, hoping to slow them down, yet it hit empty air. Their death came, just as fast the others', dragging them into bloody dirt. Yet the two raptors kept running, racing for their hatchling...

• Up ahead, the gates were open, and about to pass through was the human holding Reader, yelling in panic and terror... Yet the two closed in, shoving them aside and grabbing their baby, hissing sharply- And they were outside the enclosure, for the first time since... since so long. They didn't waste time waiting, scrambling past the fleeing humans and into the wilds of the park. The place reeked of humans, yet it promised freedom, safety, from the ones who tried to take their baby.

• Hiding took no time at all, sticking to the dark streets and racing past the buildings and fountains and other enclosures. They could hear the happy shrieks of the other ones, the ones like them, and it encouraged them to keep going. The woods waited just a few more paces away, just a but longer and they'd be free! Reader chirped, happily hugging their parents, letting them know how happy they were to see them, and their parents purred.

• And then, they were at the beginning of the woods. Tall, dark trees... quiet buzzing of insects and rustling of animals... the sweet smell of rotting leaves... It was perfect to start anew. Taking the first careful steps in, the two parents soon became boisterous, laughing as they enjoyed their new hunting grounds. Their baby's laugh joined in, and all was right in the world for then...

[kiko---random-stuff-probably]

Gluttony

Cotlober day 1: you are who you eat.

Anura was way too quiet in that angle of the forest, with basically no sounds beside from the heavy breathing of the red frog.

A young Heket kneeled near the god she had just killed, staring at his corpse, thankfull that Shamura managed to wound him enough to let her have the possibility to finish him.

Otherwhise, she would had died there, at the age of thirteen, after disobeying the clear order from the eldest of the bishops to just not run head first into danger.

But she had to do something; her and Leshy were the only one in her family with no crowns, and Narinder gotted it while he was still twelve. She couldn't just stand by, and wait to have it handed to her or something like Shamura suggested.

She wanted to earn it, like everyone in her family did.

And she did. At least, she was trying to.

She knew that crowns do not just let themselves get picked on by random mortals, and even if the god in front of her left his own ticket for godhood behind, it didn't mean she got it: after all, the crowns are the one with the final say in whatever or not you became a god.

Still, she had in front of her a literal banquet of divine essence.

She stared at the corpse, and steadied her breath.

- It's fine, it's not the first time you eated divine flesh- she reminded herself, as she started to roll up her sleeves before starting to cut off a piece of the arm of her victim. Sure, it was mostly by just munching on some pieces of Shamura's trophies they bringed home and the flesh looked mroe like steaks and weren't raw, but still she did.

As she saw the ichor start to come put from the cuts, she gulped down, and teared off a piece of her prize, under the watchful gaze of the crown, and the dead, wide eyes of the ex god of Ambition.

She hesitated, and then took a piece of flesh to her mouth.

She silently started to munch on it, and she couldn't really say if ot was because it was raw, or bevause she was staring into the eyes of the very same person she was eating, but it was nothing like she expected.

She could feel her body try to reject the ichor, her stomach twist as she gulped down something that clearly didn't belong inside of it.

More.

She felt her mouth start to salivate, as she started tearing off the flesh with her own two hands, shoving it into her mouth.

More.

Ichor and pieces of her meal were falling between her hands, as she kept eating.

More.

She felt her stomach turn upside down, her mortal nature forcing her to throw up, covering the grass in front of her with what she managed to eat.

Her vomit was a mixture of bile amd not digested ichor, bubbling and reminding her that she wasn't supposed to do that.

More.

She started biting off pieces of meat from the dead corpse, ignoring every common sense.

More.

Bite. Tear. Swallow. Bite. Tear. Swallow. Vomit.

More.

Bite, tear, swallow, bite, tear, vomit.

She needed to eat more.

Bite, tear, swallow, bite, hold back the nausea, and keep going.

She was starving.

The only reason why she stopped was because someone grabbed her and phisically detatched her from her meal.

She turned around, growling, eyes wide and bloody, and even tried to bite Shamura, not recognizing them.

The spider holded her by her arms, staring at their little sister with concern, as she kept trying to return to her meal. Her mouth was dripping ichor, her nails were broken from her scavanger, and she was panting hard.

As Heket started to calm down, Shamura lifted their gaze to the crown now sitting on her head.

[herpsandbirds]

Growling Grass Frog aka Southern Bell Frog (Ranoidea raniformis), family Hylidae, northern Tasmania, Australia

Also known by the Latin name Litorea raniformes.

photograph by Tnarg 12345 

[fieldofdaisiies]

Nature Fun

ship: Elucien type: smutty drabble warning(s): explicit description, minors DNI word count: ~600 words summary: I saw the picture on Pinterest and thought it screams Elucien, so here we go; some nature smut

-all rights reserved-

His hands slide up Elain’s arms as he moves inside of her, his low groans the most erotic sounds the middle Archeron sister has ever heard.

She relishes in them, in the feel of his hot skin against hers, the bright sun of the Day Court warming their bodies, the soft press of the grass underneath her. Lucien’s cock is deep inside of, touching the spot that makes her arch and cry out in pleasure.

"Gods!" Elain moans, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. The blissful stretch of Lucien’s thick lenght is nearly overwhelming, nearly too much, but so good, so absolutely damn perfect.

Lucien holds her by her wrists, an amused grin spreading over his whole face at the position they are in. He loves how his lovely mate falls apart beneath him, how her back arches, making her press further into him, hips pressing against his pelvis.

"Harder," Elain breathes through gritted teeth and Lucien’s gives her exactly this, pounding her harder into the soft mossy grass beneath her, their bodies only shielded by large trees and the fields of sunflowers around them.

Lucien keeps a steady hold on her wrists, his dick sliding in and out of her in a relentless and merciless pace, damp skin slapping against damp skin.

She moans and mewls, hands above her head, her body shaking with pleasure and the tidal waves of satisfaction that are nearing.

"My lady, are you close?" Lucien rasps. He leans in and nips at her lower lip before kissing her deeply.

Elain can only as much as moan, shifting her hips to urge him even deeper.

But Lucien wants to hear an answer, wants to hear her breathy voice, telling him she is about to come. She is deliriously lost in passion and love, Lucien imprinted in every fibre of her body, the only thing on her mind, and he knows finding the right words in this moment is not easy, but still he wants to hear her answer.

"Elain, use you words."

Lucien tuts at her mewling, the little pout on her lip, as she wreathes beneath him, groaning in frustration. "I-I am c-cl-close. Please, let me come."

"You know, you never have to beg with me, dove. I just want you to use your words." The Day Court heir grins.

"I know you are close, dove. I can feel how your tight cunt is squeezing my cock, milking me."

He knows that Elain is gone everytime he uses filthy wording on her, it is always her undoing — the always so modest and pure Elain loves dirty talk, especially when it is spoken by her mate.

"I am close!"

Elain explodes in bliss and passion, the fire in her mate’s veins sweeping into hers, filling every fibre of her body and she comes with a scream.

The growl that parts Lucien’s lips when he spills himself into her, rattles the trees around them and makes birds fly away.

"Cauldron and Mother, you are my end, dove."

An exhausted smile spreads over Elain’s face, her lids opening and closing quickly as she tries to hold Lucien’s gaze. Her legs still spasm, he moves into her woth sloppy thrusts, kissing her gently. "No, you are," she hums, beaming up at him.

Lucien‘s skin glows, kissed by the lowering sun behind him.

"I love you." Lucien slides out of her and pulls his pants back up before helping Elain get up, smoothing out her dress. "So damn much."

Leaning in, he kisses her forehead amd Elain wraps her arms around his broad chest.

"More than words can describe."

~~~~~~~~

tags: @rippahwrites @shadowhunter2003 @my-inner-crisis @ladyelain @acourtofthought @itwasalwaysaboutthetea @multifictional @moonlightazriel @brekkershadowsinger @sunshinebingo @gracie-rosee @a-frog-with-a-laptop

[xxnomadsxx]

I have been enjoying the Nomad AU so much! Would the Nomad trolls have a way of communicating that sounds like bird calls or forest noises? Maybe it was created as a survival technique to hide from things bigger than them? Also would they dress in like a ghilli suit to blend in with their surroundings?

THANK YOU sooooo much that means a lot to me!!!!!!

Anyways to the question, they absolutely would they have many ways to communicate amongst each other, from sign language to animal noises (there have been arguments on which animal makes what noise like “Todd that’s a frog noise not a bird call”) they have many animalistic qualities such as getting on all fours sometimes to swinging from trees or to getting super close to the ground, and a lot of them will hiss and growl at you so be warned. They adapted these skills so they can hide from predators or to hunt them

They technically do dress in ghillie suits. All the villagers have full body cloaks to hide them selves when they’re out and about (they consist of mostly just dark colors so they can hide them and their hair) but then there are the hunting teams whose cloaks are basically just ghillie suits (they’re made from leaves, roots, grass, moss, and whatever they can find) they care very deeply about staying hidden!

[thicctails]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗A Gift From The Earth To The Stars˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ A Platonic Dragonformers x Reader Fanfiction

Chapter 1 ~.~ Baby Mine

A cool breeze blew through the soft, new grass of the valley, the green shoots having recently flourished since the last remnants of snow had finally melted away. It carried the scent of new life, tinged with the dampness of a recent rainfall. There was no such rain tonight, the sky above clear and full of glistening, twinkling stars and a bright full moon. Insects chirped and warbled out of sight, frogs croaked melodiously from a nearby pond, and the young leaves on the trees fluttered softly. It was truly a beautiful night, and it was a shame so many were asleep, unable to appreciate its glory.

Ratchet was not one such creature, yet he was hardly out enjoying a calm night.

No, the stout white and red dragon was actually quite agitated, huffing as he got up for the umpteenth time that night, circling around the smooth stones that sat in the middle of his nest, before settling back down in a spot he hoped would be more comfortable. He nudged the rocks closer to him, gently turning them like he would a delicate egg.

Now, the wizened medic wasn't stupid; he knew damn well that these were not eggs and therefore would not hatch, but it seemed to be the only thing keeping him calm for the time being.

Because of course the planet they landed on would simulate the ideal nesting conditions for Cybertronians. Of course this would activate their long dormant brooding protocols, despite the lack of young that needed to be cared for. Of course almost his entire pride would be struck with the instinctive, maddening need to parent anything that even remotely resembled their offspring.

Of course this would be their luck.

Primus must be having a laugh at his creations' expense.

Shifting around, Ratchet laid his head down and sighed softly, exhaustion tugging at his eyelids. At least little Bumblebee seemed unbothered by the uptick in affection he'd been receiving, being the youngest pack member. Optimus especially had been spending extra time with the younger, the chipper yellow and black dragon having been practically adopted by the Prime. If only the fool would just get over his nerves and just say it...

He shifted again, blinking tiredly as he nudged the closest stone. It was cold against his muzzle, setting off unnecessary alarms in his processor.

'Egg is cold! Hatchling must be warmed! You're going to kill it! You're a horrible Sire!'

He growled in irritation as he got to his paws once more, circling the nest again and again and again.

This wasn't heathy. He needed a break.

Forcing the truth that these were rocks and not eggs into the forefront of his thoughts, Ratchet plodded out of his den and into the lively night. He made a beeline for the trees, fully intending on making use of his inability to sleep. A patrol would wear him out, and might help with the nagging fear of the unknown that came with acclimating to a new place.

They'd only been here for a few full lunar cycles, having crashed here when their damaged ship finally gave out, and for most of that time they'd been trapped in this valley by their own instincts. They'd been blindsided by it, so used to being in control of their bodies and minds. Cybertron had been completely unsuitable for nesting for a long time, and thus their once regular, moderate cycles had been disrupted, protocols and code shoved away in favor of battle tactics and more aggressive instincts.

Now though, on this strange, damp world with its warm star and no bloodshed so far, everything that had been suppressed had leapt back up with a vengeance. What had previously been manageable now rendered them nearly feral, far more animalistic than they usually ever were. Pits, none of them aside from Bumblebee had shifted out of their alt modes since they'd got here!

He growled and dug his claws into the moist dirt beneath his paws, hauling himself up onto a nearby ridge. The grass here was longer, brushing against his underbelly as he strode forward. This planet was teeming with organic life, so different from Cybertron it almost hurt.

'Still,' he admitted to himself, watching as a small, glowing bug flitted past his muzzle, 'It's not the worst place we could have landed.'

His processor finally started to quiet as he shifted into a light jog, his tail bobbing rhythmically up and down as he headed for the edge of their territory. The Decepticons had fled somewhere on this planet, and although no-one had seen any trace of them since they'd crashed, Ratchet was going to make damn sure that their borders were secure for the inevitable day Megatron decided to try and finish the war once more.

As he traveled, dirt became rough pebbles and small stones, the mountain range that encircled their valley home looming high above. The white dragon padded up one of the paths they'd begun to wear into the mountainside, rubbing his cheek along the stone every so often, scent marking the area. Faintly, he could smell Prowl's scent nearby, causing him to frown. Usually, the dedicated Autobot was on top of his patrol duties. For him to have neglected this area was a clear indicator of how much even the most professional among them were being effected by the nesting code.

The medic followed the path for as far as it went, before stepping out onto untrodden land. He purposefully let his claws drag across the stone, and he swung his head about as he tastes the air, his olfactory sensors taking in his new surroundings. There was something... different about this area. The faintest feeling of familiarity led him beyond his pride's territory, his optics darting about with caution. This was all new space to him, and he didn't want to risk getting caught unawares by anything that might also be out here.

He slowly made his way down a steep embankment, the sound of water reaching his audials. It was a river, likely the source of the fresh pools of water in the valley. It split in two a few feet from him, the larger part flowing somewhere out of sight, while the smaller stream fed into a nearby cave. Now that he was closer he realized what exactly had been familiar to him. It was a scent, one he had never expected to find here.

Energon.

The primarily white dragon rushed excitedly over to the mouth of the cave, ducking down and squeezing inside. Blue crystals immediately filled his vision, moonlight pouring down through various cracks and holes in the ceiling and reflecting through them, giving the cave an ethereal glow. He followed the stream in a state of awe, already wondering how much of the life-giving material was present on the planet and how much Energon he could take back with him immediately. Their supplies were still doing okay, but they had all been worried about what would happen when they inevitably ran out. This would take quite a bit of stress off of everyone.

"Aaaaaaaah! Waaaah!"

Ratchet froze midstep, audials flying forward as a strange sound reached him, loud enough to be heard over the sound of a nearby waterfall. What in the name of Primus was that?

"Waaaaaaah!"

There it was again! It sounded like a distressed creature, but there was something mixed into its cries that made him instinctively step forward. That sense of familiarity was back once again, as if something deep within him knew what he was hearing.

As the cries continued, Ratchet found that his pace kept increasing. Soon, he was in a dead sprint, ex-venting hard at the strenuous activity. It was not often that he moved at top speed.

Finally, he reached a ledge, and had to dig in his claws to stop himself from flying off the edge. His head jolted back in surprise, shocked that he'd reacted so strongly to an unknown sound. Primus, when was the last time he'd run for anything that wasn't his life or to save someone else's? Shaking his head, he peered down, just narrowly avoiding the spray of the waterfall right next to his head.

Below him was a pool of softly glowing water, the light refracting and casting a prismatic sheen over the room. At the edge of the pool, gently rocked by the motion caused by the waterfall, was a tiny, strange looking... pod?

The fur pelt of an animal was draped over its surface, and something squirmed around beneath it, fitfully crying out with its screeching wails. The sound gripped Ratchet at his very core, his optics going wide. His nesting coding, which had started to calm, flared to life immediately, and he wasted no time in leaping down from the ledge and lowering himself onto his belly.

His claws quivered as he reached out and hooked the tip of a digit onto the pod's edge, gently pulling it towards him. Once it was free of the water, he gripped the pelt covering with his teeth. The fur was soaked all the way through, and Ratchet had the suspicion that the nearby waterfall was to blame. He pulled it free, letting it flop onto the ground.

His next intake of air caught in his vents. His optics became impossibly wide as he brought his face closer to the little pod. Tiny, soft servos patted the tip of his muzzle, smacking the smooth metal with such little force that, if Ratchet hadn't been aware of the action already, he wouldn't have noticed.

It- it was a hatchling. A tiny, tiny hatchling. As small as a premature minicon. It had s/c protoarmor and barely open e/c optics. Tiny wisps of thin, fur-like wires adorned the top of its head. It sniffed and hiccupped, blinking up at Ratchet as fat tears rolled down its pudgy cheeks.

The old medic's body acted before his processor could, scooping up the pod and sitting back on his haunches. Oh. Oh Primus they were so new. How had they gotten here? Where was their Carrier? Their Sire? Surely such a small, fragile new life hadn't been so carelessly abandoned, not when it had been so long since Cybertron had gone dark. He nosed the hatchling, trying to catch the scent of their family unit, but found nothing aside from the smell of the Energon-infused water and the faintest hint of smoke and wet fur.

He bared his teeth as rage bubbled up in his tanks. Even an orphan would still carry the scent of their lost parent, but this young one bared no such indicator. They must have been cast out as soon as they came out of the gestation tank.

Ratchet let a rumbling purr come out of his throat, his glossa flicking out to gently groom the hatchling, washing away the cold water. He could already feel the desire to care for the hatchling take over his processor and spark. Well, this young one wouldn't be unwanted any longer. They would come under Autobot care.

Under his care.

"You're coming home with me, little star." he said softly, the prismatic light of the room bouncing off his armoured scales, "I'll call you... Y/N."