#Hopefully this doesn't get taken down!

[caitlynskitten]

Typical Maddy Edit

[emilyjuicybooty]

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Polyship Week 2024, Day Four: Let’s Dance (Severance AU)

We've reached Day Four of Valicer Polyship Week 2024, inspired by @polyshipweek, and our prompt today is "Let's Dance!" Because, while I don't talk about it as much as I used to, I am still a huge fan of my various ships dancing together. :D And I knew exactly what AU I wanted to pair the prompt with -- my new Valicer Severance AU! Otherwise known as "I Owe My Soul To The Company Store" after that one music video I reblogged. Severance the TV show has a rather iconic scene of the Innies getting a "Music/Dance Experience" in episode 7 (you can watch it here if you are so inclined -- warning, it takes a turn for the violent near the end, as one of the main characters is on edge after learning something interesting about his Outie's life the night before), so I figured this prompt would be the perfect opportunity to do my take on what an MDE would look like for my Innie trio. :) Hope you enjoy!

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DeeedledeeedleeDIIING!

Smiler jerked their hands away from their keyboard, blinking. Across from them, Victor jumped, looking around. “W-what was that?”

“Sounded like it came from Smiler’s computer,” Alice said, getting up and peering over the partition separating their desks. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Smiler insisted, eyeing their set-up suspiciously. “I just sorted another set of numbers, and then that happened.”

“Well, you must have done something different.” Alice leaned on the partition, smirking. “Did the numbers make you feel a prohibited emotion? Ennui, perhaps?”

Smiler stuck out their tongue at her. “You know this entire job is one big study in ennui,” they said, studying their screen to see if there was anything new and exciting. There were the usual bins at the bottom, waiting to be filled with pointless bullshit; there was the giant field of numbers in the middle, a sea of remorselessly ridiculous digits; there was the name of the file at the top, the never-to-be-explained “Hill Valley;” there was the progress bar next to that – ���Oh! I made 75%!”

“You – wait, really?” Victor said, getting up and coming over for a look.

“Yeah, look.” Smiler pointed at the bar. “Didn’t even realize...so I guess that was a ‘good job’ noise.”

“Huh – congratulations, then,” Alice said, looking slightly impressed despite herself. “First time any of us have managed that with a file – Wheatley!” she called over to their supervisor. “Smiler got 75% on Hill Valley!”

“They what?” Wheatley came zooming over on his rail to see, stopping just over Victor’s shoulder and making him duck out of the way. “Oh, look at that! That’s fantastic!” he declared, flexing his outer plates. “That means you, Smiler A., get an MDE!”

“MDE?” Smiler repeated, brow crinkled.

“Music/Dance experience! A five-minute dance party – DJed by yours truly,” Wheatley added, spinning on his rail. “Let me get the cart – just a moment!”

He zipped off, humming to himself. Smiler watched him go, then looked back at Victor and Alice. “I – I gotta admit, I’d kind of forgotten that was a thing,” they said, brushing their bangs out of their face.

“So had I,” Victor said, going back to his own desk. “Hang on, there must be something on it in the handbook…” He pulled it out of his drawer and flipped through it. “Here we are – yes, it’s the tier just below 100% completion and Cake Day. I’m not surprised we forgot, though – like Alice said, none of us have ever gotten that far on a file before.”

“They must have forgotten to expire yours before you hit the magic number,” Alice said, smiling. “Well, good to know that we can get rewards other than those stupid erasers and finger traps. Just don’t get your hopes up about the cake.”

“I won’t, trust me,” Smiler said, crossing their heart with a finger. “Besides, with our luck? I wouldn’t be surprised if they gave us a giant wad of tuna fish in the shape of a cake instead.”

Victor pulled a face. “If they did that, I’d burn this fucking place to the ground.”

“Can we get that in writing?” Alice asked, leaning on her hand.

Before Smiler could point out that there was no way any of them were getting access to matches anytime soon, Wheatley returned, followed by a little motorized cart that skidded to a stop beside Smiler’s desk, bearing a trio of cheap party hats in Aperture-approved orange and blue and a couple of speakers. “Here we are! Wouldn’t let me connect to it at first, but I had a few words with it,” he said brightly. “All right, so – just pick your genre of music and your accessory, and we’ll be off!”

“Accessory?” Smiler repeated – then jerked back as a drawer on the cart popped out practically into their lap, bearing a maraca, a pair of castanets, a party horn, a set of bells on a stick, and a single sad glowstick. “Oh. Uh – so – I just – pick something?”

“Yup! Grab your item, then you can choose your music,” Wheatley said, rolling his optic down toward a laminated list of musical genres lying atop the cart. “And then it’s party time! Wooo!”

Smiler snorted. “You’re happier about this than I am,” they noted, looking through their “accessory” options.

“Well, it does mean that I’ve been doing a great job as your supervisor,” Wheatley said, in a tone that said that if he had a nose, he’d be putting it in the air. “And besides, this isn’t like when you guys made those race cars out of office supplies, or went wandering off and petted those baby goats, or had your little make-out picnic in the kitchen. This is an Official Aperture Science Macrodata Refinement Incentive! Miss Glados can’t say a word about us taking five minutes to boogie!”

A grin slowly spread over Smiler’s face. “...that’s a good point.” Sure, corporate-mandated fun was probably far from the best fun they could have down here, but it was definitely the safest. And Smiler really enjoyed the idea of Miss Glados steaming over seeing them happy, but being unable to do anything about it. They picked up the glowstick and gave it a little shake, watching it light up a pleasant banana yellow (not that they ever remembered seeing a banana, but they were reasonably sure that was right). “This feels me.”

“It does,” Alice agreed, coming around to look at the list of music as the drawer retracted as violently as it had extended. “As for your music choices...you’ve your pick of Defiant Jazz, Bawdy Funk, Playful Punk, Wistful Pipes, Effusive Ska, Bouncy Swing–

“That one,” Smiler cut in with a nod, getting up. “This is supposed to be a party, isn’t it? Let’s have the happiest music we’ve got.”

“Sounds good to me! Now, everybody, this is in Smiler’s honor, but you should all feel free to get up and dance!” Wheatley announced, as if he was talking to a giant crowd instead of just three people. “Let’s get this party started!”

Right on cue, the lights dimmed, then started cycling through a rainbow of different colors as out of the cart’s speakers came the most upbeat, high-tempo music Smiler had ever heard. Not that they actually recalled ever hearing any music before, but that just made this tune all the more exhilarating, sending a thrill straight through their bones. Their feet seemed to move of their own accord, catching the beat and sending them spinning across the floor. Laughing, Smiler let their body take control, shaking their glowstick to the rhythm of the horns. Good to know some part of me knows how to dance! Would have been embarrassing otherwise!

“Yeah, that’s the spirit!” Wheatley cheered, bobbing to the beat as best he could while Smiler soft-shoed about. “Come on, Victor, Alice! Not a party with just two people!”

Victor smiled awkwardly and began very tentatively to sway on the spot, raising his arms slightly. Alice, by contrast, immediately threw herself into the music, waving her hands in the air and doing some very interesting hops and skips around their cubicles. “What is that?” Smiler laughed, boogieing over her way.

“No bloody clue, but it feels right!” Alice responded with a big grin, grabbing their hands and swinging them around before flinging them away. She promptly bounced over to Victor, grabbing his hands in turn. “Come on – we know you can do better than that!”

“I don’t,” Victor said, though he did let Alice pull him forward, closer to the cart.

“Well, we wouldn’t actually know if you messed up,” Smiler pointed out encouragingly, making their way over and bumping their shoulder against Victor’s side before fluttering their eyelashes up at him. “Please?”

Victor snorted. “You’re very silly,” he noted, picking up the rhythm more as he moved from side to side. “Both of you.”

“That’s why you love us,” Alice said, twirling herself into his arms before gazing up at him adoringly.

Victor smiled down at her, then over at Smiler, freeing a hand to beckon them over. “Yes. Yes it is.”

Smiler followed his finger, their heart going all warm and runny at the deep fondness in Victor’s eyes, and the cheeky little grin on Alice’s face. Not for the first time (or the second, or the third, or the fiftieth), they found themselves wishing they could leave this stupid fucking office and actually go outside. Go live an actual life somewhere together, where there were windows and seasons and as few numbers as possible. Where they got eat things other than tuna fish sandwiches and do things other than sit at computers all damn day. Where they could be together without constantly worrying about cameras and Miss Glados and the Break Room. Where they could dance for more than five minutes to whatever music they liked.

But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, if ever. Not with everything they were owned by fucking Aperture and its goons. But they still had these five minutes, and Smiler was determined to make the most of them. They slid under Victor’s arm and snuggled up to him, slipping their free arm around Alice. She pulled them in close, and together they bobbed to the music, just enjoying each other’s company and the break from the endless sorting. One day, Smiler quietly vowed, glancing at their partners. One day, we’re getting out of here, whatever it takes. And when we do, the first thing I’m doing is dancing with both of you for real.

[bhaalbaaby]

kiss me until kingdom come

[eggmeralda]

that period of time between south park post covid being announced in 2021 to summer 2022 when everyone got obsessed with truffula flu was moderately heavenly

[userparamore]

paramore’s full bonnaroo set <3

[fenth-eiria]

DArk Crystal age of resistance episode in order so far.

@twiggystarrdust @the-experimental-writer @sifanjewel @skekheck

@thanatasia

I'll add the rest in a bit.

[britneyshakespeare]

why does scheduling my work days give me so much stress and anxiety

[martyrbat]

oh tracy chapman we're really in it now....

[fastandcarlos]

Baby In Papaya : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: as your son starts to join you in the mclaren paddock, it doesn't take long for him to earn his own piece of papaya too

The noise in the garage quietened as soon as the team watched you walk in, holding onto the hand of your son. Lando stood up straight away, kneeling down with his arms wide open as your son ran through and jumped straight into Lando’s hold. 

“Hi buddy,” Lando grinned, pressing a kiss against his cheek before placing him back on his feet, allowing him to say hello to the other faces around the garage that he knew. 

Once you had placed your bag down, you made your way over to Lando too, feeling his lips peck against your cheek, his arm snake around your waist. Zak was quick to come and greet you, letting you know just how excited the team were to have you back in the garage again. 

“Anything you need today, you let us know,” he told you, making sure that you were looked after. Since having your son, it was your first time at a race, and the team were keen to make life as easy for you as they possibly could. 

After saying hello, your son ran back over to Lando, hiding behind his leg as the noise got louder. With everyone stood in a huddle, Zak reached up onto one of the shelves, pulling down a box and holding it out to you. 

“We got a little something for the little man to welcome him to McLaren,” Zak told you. 

“Really, you guys are adorable,” you grinned, taking the box from Zak. 

With your son’s help you lifted the lid off, greeted by a patch of papaya straight away. As you reached in, the material unfolded to reveal a McLaren shirt, a smaller replica of the one that Lando wore around the garage. 

Your son’s eyes lit up as he realised that he had been given the same as what Lando wore, bouncing up and down on his feet. “What do you say?” You asked him, watching him peer around from behind Lando and thank Zak for the gift he had given him. 

Soon enough, your son had taken his top off, his arms stretched up in the air. You knew exactly what he wanted, placing the new shirt over his head, pulling it down as it fit perfectly around his little body. 

No one was more excited than Lando though as he knelt down, standing next to your son. They were almost identical in their matching shirts, exactly what Lando had always dreamt of. 

“You look so handsome,” you smiled across at them both. 

“I’m just like daddy now, aren’t I?” 

Your head nodded in reply to your son, “hopefully it stops at the shirt, if it extends to driving race cars too, I think might have a breakdown.” 

Several chuckles came from around the paddock as the team went back to their jobs, leaving you, Lando and your son sat in one corner of the garage, with Oscar soon inviting himself over to join the three of you too. 

“When you were pregnant Lando used to talk about how he wanted to match with his child,” Oscar informed you, “it was all he talked about.” 

“Did he now?” You teased, “funny how you never told me that.” 

Lando shot a glare across at Oscar who had a proud smile on his face, lifting your son and placing him into his lap as he continued to admire his shirt. 

“I was thinking we could head out on a paddock tour in a bit,” Lando spoke, wanting to make sure that his son got the full experience of the garage, even if he was a little too young to be able to take it all in. 

“Will it be safe enough to take him around?” You quizzed, a little more doubtful than Lando was. “It’s busy out there, especially with all the car parts being moved around too.” 

Lando nodded confidently, not wanting you to worry. “I’ll be right there with you guys so you won’t be by yourselves. And if he gets lost, at least everyone will know that he belongs to McLaren now too.” 

Your eyes rolled as Lando proudly admired how amazing your son looked in the shirt once again. It had been a long time since you’d seen him so excited, knowing just how long he’d waited to show your son around, you just couldn’t say no to him. 

As he watched your head nod, Lando’s eyes lit up. “There’s so many people who have been pestering to meet him.” 

“I’m trusting you," you warned, poking against Lando's side. You looked across at Oscar who couldn’t help but laugh at you both, remembering how much fun it was to have you at the paddock. “This might be the stupidest decision that I’ve made in my life.” 

Oscar cleared his throat from beside you, “I’d argue that your stupidest decision was choosing to sleep with this guy,” he joked, smirking in Lando’s direction. “I mean even after all these years I wonder what it was that you ever saw in Lando.” 

“I’m sat right here,” Lando reminded you, speaking as if he was invisible. ”And obviously she saw how devilishly handsome I was, otherwise we wouldn’t have our little papaya baby sat here right now.” 

He was Lando’s pride and joy, on the edge of his seat with excitement about being able to introduce him to everyone. Before you knew it, he was up and holding onto your son to carry him round, hurrying you up so that he could take you around with him. 

As Lando began to walk, you hung back, with Oscar deciding to join you too. “Do you have any idea how excited he’s been to do this?” He asked you. 

“I imagine he’s been unbearable,” you laughed. 

Oscar nodded, never failing to be surprised by how well you knew Lando. “I think everyone has been driven slightly up the wall listening to him this weekend. He’s told me five times alone that you were coming, just in case I happened to forget.” 

Ahead of you, Lando walked with a spring in his step, allowing his son to wave to just about everyone. A few of the other drivers came over, keen to meet the little boy that they had heard so much about. Your son was adorable at the best of times, but dressed in papaya, he had everyone obsessing over him. 

“I think someone’s enjoying themselves,” Lando smiled back at you as yet another driver waved goodbye. Lando bounced your son in his hold, making sure that you saw just how big his smile was. 

“Is it our son, or is it secretly you?” You joked. 

“I’m having the time of my life,” Lando proudly admitted, unable to contain himself. “I always knew it anyway, but papaya really does suit my boy.” 

Your head shook at Lando’s grin, “it was only a matter of time before I ended up losing my son to McLaren, wasn’t it?” 

“His whole wardrobe will be papaya soon, I’ll make sure it’s packed out with plenty of merch,” Lando assured you, “and everyone will know that he is daddy’s biggest fan.” 

“I remember the days when I was your biggest fan,” you joked, “now I’ve just been pushed aside like I’m nothing thanks to our child.” 

“Don’t worry, there’s a place for you at number two.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Found someone streaming it on yt

[yanderetheumbrellaacademy]

Drunk! Five Hargreeves Headcanons/One-shot

He becomes super clingy and giggly

He can't walk straight and ends up just falling into you

Eyes are swarmed with an unknown emotion and a stupid smile takes over his face

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?" He giggles, poking your nose with a 'bop'

His personality has taken a 180

His nails practically dig into your skin as he tries to hold onto you

Drinking is one of the things he overindulges in and you have to stop him

His hands are all over you, touching you, feeling you, holding you

He's not usually so affectionate, so it takes you by surprise

"Kiss me, please," he slurs his words, his lips puckering to kiss you, but you push him back slightly

You help him to his bedroom, as he tries to fight you, because he doesn't want to go to bed, he wants to stay up with you

You have to go with him for him to go to his room

As you go to leave, he reaches for you, "Please don't leave-"

---

You roam the halls looking for Five after his brother's wedding. You had seen him throwing back drink after drink, so you were worried that he was off somewhere black-out drunk. You heard light moaning and groaning coming from a far back room and you slowly opened the door to see Five sitting in a corner. His hair was a mess along with his shirt and tie.

He looked up slightly when hearing the door open. His eyes widened when seeing you; He tries to stand up, but ends up falling over and groaning.

"God, you are so drunk."

"I... I mam nost druuunk," his voice slurs as he speaks, causing his words to intertwine with each other.

"Uhuh," You walk over to him, grabbing his hand and helping him up. He leans into you, his head falling onto your shoulder. "I'm taking you to your room."

He adamantly shakes his head, "Noooo, no. I'm not tired."

You looked up at him, his body weight now pressing down at you, since he couldn't stand on his own. Your brows frown when seeing his eyes close and you roll your eyes. "You're so drunk, you don't realize that you're falling asleep right now."

He shakes his head, not able to vocally respond. Granted, even though was denying his sleepyness, he followed you to his room.

You slowly open the door, before shutting it with your foot when you both get in. He hangs off of you as you lead him to his bed and laying him down.

"Alright, Five. Try not to die in your sleep," You turn to leave, but you're stopped by a hand; His hand. He grabbed you, tightly, and was looking up at you with sleepy eyes.

"Please... Stay. Don't leave."

"You want me to stay?" You get out, ignoring his nails digging into your wrist.

He slowly blinks, trying to process what he was going to say next. He hums, before finally responding, "Yeah.. I want you to stay."

Before you can respond though, he yanks you towards him, holding you close against him. You sighed but ultimately accepted your fate. Hopefully, sober Five wouldn't question why he was entangled with you in a cuddle. Though knowing him, he probably would adamantly deny wanting to hold you close. But as they say, drunk actions are sober thoughts

[werecreature-addicted]

I am FERAL right now

Creature of the deep/siren like monster boyfriend during egg laying season and he's all uncomfortable and clingy. Being more aggressive and defensive when anything nearing his slit. Especially if you point out anything leaking out

It's night out and he can't get comfortable against the rock he usually lays in when you both mean. His fins are flared and he's more unstable on his legs than usual. Lost the confidence and teasing as his tail twitched and writhed when anything would press against his abdomen

When you can finally get him to lay across his lap he's clawing and hissing at you touching his abdomen until 2 slick, leaking, tentacle like cocks slide out and are positively DROOLING in the moonlight. Begging to be touched and lay eggs. He immediately started twitching but honey you gonna have to deal with those sharp claws in your arm.

Worst of it? He can't cum until he's laid all his eggs, and judging from how sensitive and swollen his slit is, it'll be awhile. He's extremely sensitive as you slowing coax out eggs from his urethra, goo like slick pouring down from the widened tube to lay eggs. And he is SOBBING at every touch.

Twitching, dry(?) orgasms, crying, and screaming all from the feeling of you trying to jack out his eggs. Blood on his hands from where he scratched you, he can't even lick it like he usually did.

And don't get me started on the final eggs. You would have to push a finger into the slit to try and press on the gland, but oh no! It's too much on your boyfriend and he fucking loses it. Screaming and kicking the second he feels you push anything in his slit. You would have to prepare him to do it again and even then he's biting you and leaving your hands covered in your blood and his slick. His tail slamming against the sand as you pump out the last egg.

Last part from there is to finish what you begun. Both his cocks are leaking out, and it doesn't taken him long to cum at all. A few pumps and light touches to his overworked slit and cock has him cumming in seconds. Next thing you know, your boyfriend is out cold and you both are covered in cum. And it's so hot because you've never seen him cum when remotely this much before.

I'm so normal about this

had to get this in before the end of MerMay.

Mermaid boyfriend who insists you take a week off of work to spend with him during breeding season. there's no way he's letting you go when he feels this way, so it's better if you just plan ahead to be with him. Even when he sleeps he keeps his cock inside of you, subconsciously thrusting his hips mumbling to himself as he fills you with his warm sticky cum, then when he wakes up he'll fuck you with a renewed passion as he thinks about his wet dream.

you have your work cut out for you, milking too big cocks for all his eggs, teasing the slit head, maybe you're mean and slot your finger into his opening fucking his cock with your finger and plugging up the eggs so the pressure builds in his dick. mermaids lay hundreds of eggs and each one makes him shudder and pant and whine as it pushes out of him.

He's in a cold sweat as he bites and sucks on your skin his mind fried. he has to fuck you, he needs to cum in you and get you pregnant every fiber of his being is begging him to snap forward and claim you again and again. but his cock aches, he's cum so much today that he's dizzy with overstimulation. he needs to but he can't.

Maybe he'll just eat you out for a while while his cock takes a break. hopefully, the taste of his cum on your sweet cunt doesn't make him cum untouched.

[isles-of-man]

The walls of his mouth pooled with saliva, rushing to coat his dry tongue. His eyes glazed with curly-headed visions of his queen writhing under him, braids loose, on top of him, pressed against him over every fucking surface he could imagine in his bedchambers till morning broke. He swallowed, not without effort. She was demanding, waited until his tip was angles at her sex and without a moment lost her hips rose to push him inside of her heat. A hiss left his mouth, hot to the touch of her core surrounding his cock with her arousal. She was slick, much more than he had realised and slipped easily inside her channel. He fit easily into her, taken to the hilt where he drove himself to the depths of her. Jorahs heart feeling as if were to burst as he made love to his queen; a gift he had not thought in many years she would press onto him but for the young men she had taken to her bed.

He could feel ever muscle in her channel hold him in a vice grip, holding him inside her whether he liked it or not. She sucked him in, throbbing against her insistently as he began a hard rythm of thrusting in and out of her as much as he dared with her legs holding firm around him. As her feet pressed down it gave him more then enough purchase to move his hips freely, tip pressing against her, gliding along her g-spot and pressing against her cervix. Her stomach taunt, cock pressing beneath her skin as it slid inside her slim body. Jorah had not realised how small she was until now as she lay buried with his cock inside her. Eyes closed momentarily, taking in the sensation of her gripping tight to every inch he buried inside as if he could bury is seed inside her, Though as he knew, that would be impossible given her past.

Though he knew that she needed more he hadn’t asked, expecting his queen to take change as she desired to and was disappointed quickly found himself turned on his back. Despite her small stature, the lack of muscle built of fighting she handled him as easily as she were mounting her dragon with strong hips. “Daenarys!” he panted, laughter falling from his lips as she watched his queen mount him. His hands quickly coming to rest on her thighs as she sat astride; cock twitching in need to be slipped inside its home inside his queen. She quickly did so, a grunt leaving his mouth as he felt the stretch she made around him.

It was painfully slow, cock throbbing inside her pulsed with need as he had been so long without a release. She was working him over, skill-fully as she had been learned by her maids and thankful for it as she took him for a ride. She rode him like no other, his jaw clenched as he held her hips firmly with is hands and watched as her breasts bounce violently with her bouncing hips on his lap. His eyes fighting the urge to roll back in ecstasy; rather than to shut and close his eyes to her. “Fuck! My queen - Daenarys!” he shouted, uncaring if her lady heard him at the door.

He allowed her to do as she pleased, hips bucking in sync with her as he found her rhythm to match with his sweat slicking his hair to his head, torso becoming glistened with a sheen in the moonlight through her window. Her body becoming perspired with the same as she rode him. His breathes came in pants, grunts with his mouth open dry with the air leaving his lungs as she continued to take them from him. The bed, creaking with their movements he was sure could be heard through the door. “Take me, Daenarys!” he praised, lifting his hips to buck into her and pummel against her cervix.

Soon he was granted with the sight of her; body arched backward as she took grip to his legs and he watched in awe of his queen pleasuring him. A aman who had not deemed himself even worthy when he had betrayed her. She fucked him as if she loved him; gave herself willingly to a man she knew would love her. And that, he did to the end of his days. He had vowed it.

His eyes, stuck to the sight of his clicked cock - in and out; her muscled clenching around him firmly with a grip that would not release. Jorah wanted her near again, as if she had read his mind she came forth and laid her hands on his chest once more as she slowed and he took the opportunity to pull her head down to kiss her. A hard gasp of her name as she pulled nearly him out of her and then slammed forward. He gripped the back of her neck; not rough but in purchase to his sanity as he saw her eyes glisten, muscles quivering from thighs to her quim. His hands laid over her back, groin feeling tight and churning in with his balls drawing up and he grew close to release his seed inside her barren womb. His temple pressed to hers as he emptied himself inside her with an utter. Bound hēnkirī, ābrazȳrys” bound together, wife.

As he pulled away, he kissed her with a breathless moan to her lips and turned her on her back with a smile. Jorah was not yet done with her. Her lover, her now husband and sweet bear rolled her again onto her stomach to mount her.

Spicy image

He growled and in a smooth series of movements, quickly—yes, roughly—grabbed the backs of her knees and yanked them apart before stepping into the space between. He pulled her forward, hip slamming into hip. One hand fell to the side of her neck, but she only had a moment to savor the pleasant weight of it against her skin before he snaked his hand around the nape of her neck and into her hair. He grabbed hold and jerked her head to the allow her space to breath as he took his betrothed wife like a mate; a wild animals as him.

Jorah glared possesivly down at her as his hand tightened in her curls. His other hand ran up the side of her thigh,  gripped her ass, hard. He latched his mouth to her neck, exposed the side of her neck. Tthe light suction on her neck and the corresponding slick that was gathering at her core where his cock continued to hammer inside her with their gathered fluids.

He wanted her to began squirming and fucking whimpering as he increased the intensity of his coordinated attack on her neck, biting and soothing, biting and soothing, until she was what one would charitably describe as a keening mess.

His nails dug further into her round, plump rear with every delectable sound she made. It was the only thing that helped him focus on his task at hand, which he decided, was to pleasure her. So responsive, so hungry for him as he plunge his cock deep inside her hot, responsive body until he could feel the vibration of every moan pulse around him.  ”you feel incredible, my love” he exhaled when his senses finally rushed back to him. He reached his hand into the curly mess on her head and pulled her body flush against his chest by her hair.

Jorah moved one hand from her hip to roughly knead her breast and pinch her nipple. Letting her reach with hand behind his head to grab his hair, needing something to hold on to if she could manage. “That’s it, Daenerys. Take me - let me burrow my seed in you until morning breaks. Let it leak from your pretty hole”

Marriage. He wanted to marry her. The man who once betrayed her, fed information about her and her then-husband, now wanted to slip into that role. It could be viewed as suspicious – she just knew that Tyrion would say it was – but her heart, one she had barely listened to since she was a girl, was telling her otherwise. If she kept dangling his past before her, she would never get to see the future that the two of them could have. And she trusted herself that she loved him, so why should she refuse him now. However, she wasn’t going to whisper it to him now, not when both of them were pressed against each other. Her pale, slender fingers made their way up his cheek as he nestled between her legs, the front of his trousers already partially undone. She didn’t miss the implications of that, but again, she didn’t try and pull his cock out. Yet.

It wasn’t until he was nestled between her legs that she reached between them, her feet helping her tug the rest of his trousers down and a hand guiding his cock to her entrance. She paid as much attention to freeing his shaft from his pants as he had to her nipples, which were glistening with his saliva and peaking up into the air, occasionally rubbing over his chest. His laugh drew one, and then another, from her, but her laughter was replaced by a moan as she pushed her hips up. The angle and the press of his tip against her sex helped in pushing him inside her. He was big, maybe just as big as Khal Drogo, but she could feel every vein, every frantic throb, as her cunt finally welcomed his cock in its warm, tight depths.

Her feet pressed down against the mattress, though she occasionally used one to stroke the back of his thighs. Daenerys could still hear the Old Valyrian he’d spoken, a wonderful echo in her mind as she started to moan his name each time his tip stroked her g spot or press against her cervix. It was a different sensation, or maybe it felt that way because while her body felt the same things she did whenever she’d lain with a man in the past, her mind knew something was different. He was the missing piece of her, her anchor, and having him inside her filled a hole – figuratively and literally – that she never knew existed.

Although her movements had been slow – the bed wasn’t even rocking at this point – her sexual appetite had yet to be whetted. She needed and wanted more from him, and without even thinking, she wrapped her legs around his waist again. Jorah was strong, and when he was in fighting form, she knew that she could never best him. At least not with strength alone. But the look on his face hinted at his total distraction with the feel of her body and her walls clenching around his cock, and she hoped that it meant he wasn’t going to give her much resistance.

Before she could change her mind or he could truly pin her down, she pushed him up and used what strength she had to flip them both over. Daenerys ended up astride him, and a quick adjusting helped her slide his cock back inside her before she pulled what remained of her dress up and over her head and started to move. She rocked her hips back and forth, slow at first, until her pace shifted, moving faster and faster until it was like she was riding a horse hard and fast down a grassy field. Her soft moans turned into cries of ecstasy, a noise that undoubtedly became more audible, but no one came to check in on them. Yet.

She had no idea how long she rode him, her Northern bear, only that her body was now glistening with her sweat, several locks of her pale blonde hair sticking to her back or chest, and her inner thighs feeling raw from being rubbed against his sides. But she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to. Daenerys leaned back, a hand resting over one of his knees as her back arched and her breasts continued to bounce with her movements. So far, he made no effort to flip them over again, so he was in control, but she was ready to push him back down onto the bed and fuck any protests out of him.

Then again, she was giving him a very good view of his sex-slicked cock as it moved in and out of her, though it soon ended when she leaned back over him again, her hands pressed down on his bare chest. With her face this close to his, her bucking grew slow, allowing her to pull most of his cock out of her cunt before she slammed all of it back inside her. She felt empty without him in her, and she knew it was dangerous. But she didn’t know if she would see him again – don’t even think that! a tiny voice in her head cried out – and so she allowed herself that luxury. As her orgasm grew, a tight coiling in the pit of her stomach, she whimpered and lay over him, though her hips bucked back and forth as best they could. Her lips skimmed over his earlobe, briefly nipping the fleshy part, before…

“Iksan aōhon, valzȳrys.” I am yours, husband.

[thegoldencontracts]

Overblotters When A Guy Flirts With You

Imagine, if you will, a guy approaches you with ... Romantic, shall we say, intentions in mind. He compliments your looks, gets weirdly touchy, and, well, you get the idea.

You're annoyed, not only because this dude can't seem to take the hint that you're uncomfortable, but also because you have a lovely boyfriend, who is watching all of this go down.

Now, hopefully you can get the guy to leave you be yourself. But if you can't, your boyfriend's more than willing to intervene.

Riddle approaches the man pointedly, telling him to leave you be. Depending on his mood, he'll either make up an excuse to avoid risking this oddly flirtatious man taking his anger out on you, or he'll simply collar the man. Afterwards, he'll ask if you're alright, and if he's accidentally misstepped. He'll still report the guy for sexual harassment, though.

Leona approaches you two, slinging an arm around you and making it quite obvious the two of you are together as he tells you you ought to leave. After, he won't say much other than making an inquiry if that guy left you too rattled.

Azul immediately approaches the man with his best business smile, asking if he requires anything from you. When the guy says no, he replies that, sadly then, you'll have to go now. He acts entirely inconspicuous afterwards, but don't let that fool you. He definitely roped that guy into some sort of contract.

Jamil is all too used to hiding his displeasure. Before his overblot, he'll just try to appease the man and find an excuse to leave with you. After, though? He's sure to make it clear you're taken. After you two leave, he looks for information on the guy, and reports the guy, of course.

Vil straight-up tells the guy he's causing you discomfort, and to leave you be. Afterwards, he'll ask if he can help you somehow. Definitely reports the guy.

Idia's too awkward to do it himself, but worry not, he'll send Ortho to intervene if you're having trouble. Afterwards, though he doesn't file a report, he does partake in some... Shall we say, vigilante justice utilizing hacking.

Malleus immediately feels an odd sense of rage. It's noticeable from the thunderlouds forming outside. He doesn't even get the chance to actually intervene, just the realization the guy has that he's incurring Malleus Draconia's Wrath scares him off. Afterwards? Well, that guy is definitely screwed.

[jaewritesfic]

Melon AU Part 4

Cass is quietly adamant that her new cling-on be taken to the Batcave, no matter the concerns Bruce raises.

If he's honest, his protests fall a little flat even to his own ears. The fact of the matter is that he looks at the midnight apparition she holds and just…can't bring himself to fight very hard.

The creature clings to her like a desperate child, claws curled into her cape in a way that's bound to leave holes. Bruce hasn't caught so much as a glimpse of the face since it grabbed onto Cass, head resolutely tucked into her shoulder. That long sinuous tail is wrapped around her waist and down one leg as if the slightest disconnect could wrench them fully apart.

She was right, it's scared and it needs help.

Bruce almost thinks convincing Commissioner Gordon to lift the police barricade at the end of the alley will be the difficult part, but he's proven wrong. Gordon is more than happy to foist the situation off onto the Bat colony, it's just a matter of figuring out actual transport.

It's not that Bruce doesn't want the creature in the Batmobile. It's that nobody is sure the creature will respond well to someone other than Cass being in proximity to it.

Bruce may be feeling distinctly sympathetic, but he's still not comfortable leaving his daughter totally alone with something strange, unknown and dangerous.

He doesn't want Cass alone with it - them. They probably won't respond well to anyone but Cass being close enough to be in a car with them.

Ultimately this culminates in Bruce pulling the Batmobile around and trying to be very. Very. Quiet.

The shadow creature hasn't raised their head from Cass’s shoulder once, so hopefully as she climbs in the back with her clingy cargo they won't notice they're not alone.

…nobody is going to claim this is a good or creative plan. It's kind of just the only option they can think of.

The creature clicks and whines as she climbs in, aware and nervous about the enclosed space probably, but they don't raise their head or move.

If anything they just wind themselves around Cass a little tighter.

“Shhhh,” Cass hushes gently. “Car. Take us to safe place. I promise.”

Bruce is used to her cowl enough to be able to tell she's glancing at him in the rear view mirror.

Thankfully, the Batmobile can autopilot to the cave. His presence is solely because he refuses to leave her alone with their new…guest. That means he can sign at her.

Did you get a better look at the injuries?

She shakes her head minutely. Hm. Bruce had feared that was the answer, considering how fast the creature had plastered themselves to her.

Do they seem to be losing a lot of blood?

A tiny shrug. Not a yes, not a no. Bleeding, but not gushing. Or maybe she's not sure how much without a visual, though if it was egregious she'd feel it even with the suit.

The heat of it, the slickness.

Bruce decides the shrug is a tentative good sign.

“Let's play questions,” Cass says suddenly, hands rubbing gentle, comforting back and forth patterns against a back so dark it looks like a void. “Nothing scary. Get to know you questions.”

There's no answer, but it doesn't seem to faze her. Of course not. She's Cass.

“Will you play? Tap once yes,” she says softly, tapping the creature's back with her index finger once, “And twice for no. No is okay. You can say no.”

There's a long moment where Bruce watches them in the rear view and nothing happens. Then Cass's cowl shifts in the way that means she's smiling.

“Thank you. Pronouns first, okay? One for she-”

She taps once.

“Two for he-”

She taps twice.

“Three for- oh. Thank you. Good boy. I'm she.”

The rest of the family exposes themselves as listening, quiet murmurs and exclamations over the comms at the new knowledge that their creature considers himself male.

Bruce isn't surprised that his kids have been listening with baited breath.

“From Gotham? One for yes, two for no.”

She hums softly, going back to petting his back gently.

“Me neither at first. Home now, like the back of my hand. Can show you all the best spots. Like burgers?”

There's a long pause. Bruce suspects the creature is having a hard time believing she's talking about and proposing such casual topics.

Eventually she smiles again. “Me too. Will buy you Batburger, I promise. Nectar of the gods.”

An odd little vibration goes through her new friend, audible as well as visible. It seems almost like a weak laugh.

“....bets on shadow noodle’s favorite Batburger order?” Dick asks over comms.

Bruce purses his lips not to huff in amusement. They're almost to the cave, he'd like to stay incognito until then. He wouldn't want to alarm any shadow noodles.

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