#I cried hard when that’s the way it is came on

[monstersflashlight]

Werewolf story part 1

Part 2.. are there lapping up dirty juice good dog traits. And then cuddles?

Sorry not really sure how to post this properly

Wrong candy, right hole (part 2)

Werewolf x witch fem!reader || oral sex, size kink, knotting (technically), mentioned somno

You woke up feeling like a train had run you over. Your whole body was sore and there was a warm body against yours, nuzzling your neck as he whined pathetically.

“Wha- what?” You asked, trying to push him away because he was tickling you.

And then you remembered: the candy. He took the candy and fucked you senseless. As if what you felt inside of you was any indication, he kept fucking you for a long time after. Fuck, why was that so hot? He whined again, his hand squeezing your naked boob as his claw traced the shape of your nipple. You shivered and tried to push him away, just to have him press against your body again.

You moved, turning to look at him as he looked at you. When your eyes met, your heart skipped a beat, the confession he did yesterday made your brain a bit fuzzy with confusion. Did he mean that? Did he really have a crush on you? Goddess, you hoped he did because you were heads over heels for him. Especially after tasting how good his knot felt inside of you over and over.

He hugged you tightly, the movement making you feel a sudden gush of liquid coming out of you. Adding to the mess you could feel under you. Disgusting.

“There’s a pool of come under me,” you stated, kissing his neck softly as his hands traveled up and down your back. “I can still feel you inside of me, good goddess,” you groaned as another twitch of your body made you recognize the tiny spike of pain on your pussy.

“Can I make it better?” He teased, a smirk playing on his wolfy face.

“How are you gonna-?” You didn’t finish that thought before he was traveling down your body, his big body fitting between your legs seamlessly.

He didn’t leave you a second to process before you felt his long tongue inside of you, the inhuman part of him making him hit every single inch inside of you. He used that to his advantage, making you moan and groan as he devoured you, taking everything he left there with his tongue. Swallowing over and over as he sucked his cum out of you.

You cursed as your hands found his fur, pulling at the strands and making him groan as loud as you. It was intoxicating to have him against your pussy again, better than last time because there weren’t any aphrodisiacs involved. It was all him. All unfiltered werewolf energy.

He made you come exactly like that, his tongue buried deep as he took everything he left in you and swallowed it down. It was filthy in the best way possible and you couldn’t hold back the cries of his name as you surrendered to the pleasure.

And he didn’t stop there.

He made you come a second time, and by the third, you couldn’t hold yourself anymore. “Enough,” you whimpered. You came so many times in the last 24h that your pussy was asking for help.

He chuckled against your tender flesh and pulled himself up again, landing next to you and cuddling you your side as you breathed hard. You could feel his dick rubbing against your hip, but you couldn’t care enough to help. He seemed to be doing everything on his own either way.

He grunted and groaned, rubbing his dick against you as he turned more and more desperate. You felt his come against your hip when he moaned your name like a whore, making you smile and kiss his cheek adoringly.

And then you felt something more. “Did you just pop a knot?” You asked, amused.

“N-no,” he stuttered, his hips rutting against your hip again as he moaned beautifully.

You smirked down at him and reached down with your hand, pressing against his very obvious knot. He whimpered, rubbing his dick furiously against you as you giggled. You milked him slowly and tenderly, squeezing and releasing until he was a mess under your hand and the sheets were even dirtier.

“You are doing the laundry,” you whispered against his cheek when he leaned down to smell your hair in a wolfy manner.

“I’ll do whatever you want if I can knot you again,” he responded, making you laugh so hard you had to grab your middle.

“Deal,” you conceded as he hugged you tightly, cuddling to your warm body.

[cathnospam]

Content Warning: College MHA AU, Oral (F! Receiving), Bakugo being Bakugo, Reassurance, SoftDom!Bakugo

You cried during sex and it freaked Bakugo out…

“B-bab—-y/n?!” The soft concerned look on his face in contrast on what he was just doing between your thighs was almost enough to make you break into a chuckle.

Not knowing what personal space is he cupped your chubby tear stained cheeks with his warm sweaty palm and rubbed the wetness away the best he could, “Why didn’t you use the safe word?!”

You blink, you could feel your high slowly wearing off if it wasn’t for his knee rubbing up against your clit. He didn’t even realize he was so close. “Huh?”

“Did I hurt you? Why —why didn’t—“

The tears just flowed naturally from your face, this was your first time with him and this new feeling of passion left you overwhelmed, his kissed, his curious touches, the groans and pants coming from you both as you rolled around in the messed up sheets of his bed.

His mouth was just as curious and intense as his hands, and in Bakugo fashion he gave it his all, looking up over the valley of your pretty breast to take notes of your reactions; to watch your face change when his tongue flicks in a new area, his lips practically made out with your lower ones which drew out a slurry “Katsuki~” and whine, which turned him on so much he kept doing so until he slid his thick muscle inside you, his ego inflated in ways he didn’t think could hearing you whine and moan for him, he grew confident, shaking his head back and fourth, in circles softly groaning while the slick mixture of his drool and your arousal. His forearm holding down your thighs to get a wider view of your his pretty pussy.

Who knew he was such a messy eater.

But he stopped, you started crying.

The blonde would first hurt himself before he ever hurts you, especially after giving him the chance to share such an intimate moment . He panicked.

“Katsuki, it’s okay.” You cut off his stammers, his voice was already cracking, you tend to forget how sensitive he really is under that hard exterior. You rose your back up on the headboard and pulled him down, his arms changing you in on the side of you, “I wasn’t in pain. It was the opposite.”

“How, dumbass you fucking—“

“Shut up.” You try to keep a deadpanned face, but the scent of your pussy on his breath made you subtly bite your lip, it was hot. “Well first off you were overstimulating me. Secondly, sometimes we can instinctively cry when something feels good or overwhelming, kinda like when you see people cry during weddings. They’re…happy tears.”

His face was pouted, small beads of sweats trickling down his forehead, and cheeks so warm and squishy you pinch ‘em to get a reaction out of him, “Tch….i knew that.”

“….I was really making you feel good?”

You smile, landing a slow kiss on his slightly thinner ones and tugging his fattier lower lip, you nod, “You made me feel really good. So good I cried. It’s a compliment.”

Bakugo ponded for a few seconds,finally relaxing his body to let you hold him for a moment, your heart beats laid in sync with each other, enjoying the quiet ambiance of his dorm , naked and comfortable.

“Do you still wanna keep going or wanna try again later?”

“Only…only if you want to—-I mean I do obviously, but I don’t wanna make it weird.”

“You couldn’t make it weird if you tried I wanna keep going….i was close.” You fake pouted at him, a crack of the smile came from Bakugo, he sighed in fake annoyance rising up,

“Then lay back,” He says as he pulls you by your thighs so you can lie flat on your back, “his time don’t cover your mouth when I eat you, okay? ….You sound hot.”

“We won’t hear the end of it in class tomorrow…”

“I don’t give a fuck.” His last words were muffed by his lips pressing against your sticky gooey pussy.

[tiktaalic]

pa said the well's run dry he said the bank came out yesterday and said we're gonna have to sell the blog and get work in the city like the rest of folks less we can come up with something real quick. he was all ready to sign the papers today but i begged him to wait to give me time to find something anything and he sighed and said he could give me a week and not a minute more. and i nodded and i cried because he was right when he said there was next to nothing i could do and even if i did find a miracle. all our neighbors shuffled off weeks months years ago because the posts dried up and the bank came knocking. i break open my piggy bank hoping there's enough drafts in there to tide us over. i sit there. and i have to decide if it's worth spending everything i have just to buy us an extra day. and i know this extra day will consist of walking around mute and shellshocked. and i decide. it's worth it. i give pa all my drafts and he looks at me and shakes his head and his voice cracks when he says i better keep hold of those for getting settled in the city. i could fight him. i don't. i leave all my drafts on the table and storm out the back door. there must be something. they must have just missed it. pa says he knows this blog better than anyone. but i grew up here, same as him. and as much as he loves it, i love it more. when i was seven years old he tore the place apart looking for me after i wandered off. but i wasn't lost. i'd found a tag to play in, happy as could be. he never found me, or the tag, i just wandered back out when i got hungry. it's pa's blog, but it's my home. i know where the creeks and streams and ponds are. i know if i look hard enough, i can find a new posting well.

day one, i strike out. i wake up before dawn. i come in after dusk with no posts to show for it. pa's boxing up our plates when i walk in. he doesn't say anything. i don't either.

day two, i wander a further. yesterday, i was following a map with areas of interest marked in order of likelihood of success. today, i pick a direction and walk. i have more to show for it, if only barely. i get home with one bucket of posts. pa tells me i should keep them.

day three i wake up because pa's dragging furniture into the yard for a yard sale. when i ask him what he's doing he says he'd rather be paid flop drafts by our neighbors than flop drafts by the bank. i walk back inside. get my map. i get home after midnight with empty hands.

day four. when i wasn't looking, the cold single minded determination turned into fear. i'm realizing i'm running out of time. i'm realizing the reason pa didn't put up a fight is because he knew there was nothing out here. i could kill him. what kind of farmer depends on one well? my heart isn't in it today. i head out after noon. i'm back before dusk. there's been a stack of empty boxes sitting outside my room since pa told me the news. i haven't touched them. tonight, i take one and put away some of my things.

day five. there's more ground to cover. it's more out of a sense of completion than anything. so that when we're in the city, i can say, i did everything i could. i looked everywhere. this was the only option. i stop midday for a rest. the ground i put my palms on is curiously softer than the rest. i dig. it comes away easily. it turns into mud. heart thudding in my ears, i keep digging. the mud gives way to a trickle of posts. ears roaring. i keep digging. hands covered in mud. the trickle turns into a stream. i start yelling for pa. i'm too far from the house for him to hear me, but i'm not thinking about that right now. i'm thinking about the posts in front of me, clear and fresh. text posts. gifs. amvs. there's enough to live another twenty years on this blog. i splash my face. i laugh. i fill my bucket. i'll have to bring more. we'll have to get the pump set up. because there are enough new supernatural posts here for me and my children to build a life.

[hanmaitani]

Good To Me

PAIRING - Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader WC - 1.0K GENRE - smut CW - oral (f!receiving), mindless praising, reader inexperienced at giving praise but makki eats it up literally. SYNOPSIS - hanamaki is always attentive to you, always hard working for you and always always so good to you

Your hands curl up, tugging on the strands caught in your fists as you do. Your hips grinding at the same time he lifts his head towards you, guided by your tugs.

“Fuck, fuck, Hiro-” you whine his name out and can feel him moan into you. “Fuck Hiro, just like that.” Takahiro’s tongue prodded further into your soaked hole.

His hands were situated in the crease made by your thighs and your hips. His thumbs pulled your lower half apart further as his fingers pressed you down more onto his face. He was groaning into you at the feeling of your juices running down his chin.

It had taken you some convincing to get where you were now. Some coaxing from Takahiro as you stuttered about how you weren’t sure if you could do it… if you could really sit on his face. Nonsense, he said. His tongue slipped out of your hole for a second so he could roll your clit into his mouth, his eyes rolling back at the way you gasped sharply and let out another moan.

“So, so good.” You were breathless as you tugged on his hair, trying to keep one hand on the headboard to keep yourself upright. You shuddered at the way his tongue laved over your folds, the sloppiness of it all not bothering him although you seemed to blush at the feeling of your slick and his saliva coating your inner thighs.

“Can’t keep up, Hiro.” Your body shook, arms starting to buckle as they struggled to keep you up. “Takahiro-wait. Ahh.” You shuddered and your moan came out shaky as he pinned you closer to his face, licking into your hole again, tongue flicking against your inner walls. You cried out at the way he clung to you.

Your body fell forward, hand leaving his hair to catch yourself. Your hips lifted off his face slightly at the movement but his hands pulled you right back down. You cried out and tried to roll off him but he moved with you, easily flipping you so your head rested on the pillows, his hands now pinning your hips to the bed, tongue still diving into you. Your hands found their way back to his hair, tugging on the strands so you could catch his eyes.

He looks desperate, eyes begging you to let him stay there and devour you. You noticed the way his hips ground into the bed below him. “Feels, feels so good, Hiro.” You mumbled, voice shaking as you smoothed down a bit of his hair you had messed up. He groaned into you, pressing his nose against your clit and earning a hitch of your breath sliding into a small whine. “Fuck you make me feel so good.” Takahiro moaned into your core, hips stuttering as he adjusted his angle, focusing again on your clit, thriving off how you squirmed.

Takahiro pulled back for a second to breathe, fingers taking the place of his tongue as he panted, eyes focusing on how willing your cunt was to suck his long fingers in. Your eyes fluttered shut and a sigh left your lips at the feeling, back arching slightly. “Fuck how are you so good at this.”

You barely registered the slight twitch of his fingers inside of you when you heard him speak, voice heavy with lust. “Come again?”

You stuttered for a second, heat crawling up your cheeks. Takahiro and yourself hadn’t been together long and you’d usually tried to stay quiet, not wanting to accidentally say the wrong thing and ruin the mood. “You-you’re so good at this.” You stuttered over the praise, worried it was the wrong thing to say.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbled. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes hazy as they looked at you. He dipped his mouth back between your legs and sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue rolling over it quickly as his fingers curled.

You whimpered at the movement, the sentiment still stuck on your tongue. “You’re so good to me-fuck.” You shook, body arching into him. “So good.” You mumbled the phrase on repeat, head hazy as you clung to his hair, pulling him closer. “Ahhhh,” you could feel your body twisting inside, his fingers beckoning you to finish.

Your breath came out shattered, your body craving him more despite the urge to pull away from him. “Hiro, Hiro��” He moaned into you at the sound of his name. “S’good t’me.” Your words slurred together, over and over, “s’good f’me.”

Your head was tossed back as you came, your body twitching when he pulled off of you. “Say it again for me.” He mumbled, pulling his body over yours, kisses littering across your torso.

“So-” you swallowed nervously, eyes catching his as he pleaded, “so good for me.” He groaned, his eyes rolling back a little as he bit your skin a bit.

“Wanna make you feel good.” He mumbled across your skin as he kissed higher. His hips twitched against your thigh and you felt wetness through his boxers. His hand cupped your jaw, tilting it up as his lips pressed to the underside of it. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“You do.” You whispered breathlessly. “Make me feel so good. So good to me. So good for me.” He moaned as he pushed his boxers down, lining his cock up with your entrance, soaked already from his first load, smeared inside of his boxers and across his own hips. “Make me feel so good.” He shuddered as he pressed the head of his cock inside you. You gasped and pressed your hips down, letting him slip further inside you. “You feel so good.”

Your nails scraped down his arms as they caged you in, his lips moaning against the soft skin of your neck. “Say it again.” His hips bucked against yours and you moaned, head tipping back.

“So fucking good, Takahiro.”

“Again.” He begged, hips twitching into you. “Please.”

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[rose24207]

Unseen tears

Summary: A mother struggles with emotional isolation and her distant family until her husband finally steps in to confront their children and begin mending their fractured bonds.

Genre: Mafia!Dad!Lando, angst, (fluff)

TW: Mafia

A/N: Amelia is 15 and Jacob is 13 and basically everyone is being a bitch… yeah anyways. English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome (fr request something pls (I sound like a desperate ex))

Masterlist

The large estate was filled with the sound of clinking glasses and soft chatter. It was the kind of evening where everything seemed in its place—elegant, calm, and polished.

But beneath the surface of the pristine home, the tension was palpable. You had hoped it wouldn’t last, that the rift between you and the kids would heal over time, but you could feel it worsening.

Every day, it was becoming harder to put on a smile and pretend like everything was okay.

Amelia and Jacob, once so close to you, had become distant, angry. They were growing up, yes, but the way they acted now—so dismissive, so cold—was not the way you had imagined it. They were becoming more and more like strangers, and it hurt, deep down.

But what hurt even more was the silence that had come between you and Lando.

Despite everything going on, he hadn’t noticed. He couldn’t see it—the way you cried yourself to sleep every night, the constant knot in your stomach, the ache that lingered from the words they threw at you.

To him, the house was running smoothly, business as usual. He didn’t know the weight you carried every day.

"Mom, you're being ridiculous," Amelia had snapped at you earlier that afternoon. Her voice, normally filled with playful sarcasm, was now laced with anger. "Why do you always act like everything’s falling apart when it's not? Just stop being so overdramatic."

Jacob, standing next to her, didn’t even bother to glance your way. He was busy on his phone, his fingers tapping mindlessly on the screen. The look on his face—a mix of disinterest and frustration—cut deeper than any sharp words ever could.

Why wasn’t he even listening?

But you didn’t react.

You’d learned, over the past few weeks, that it was easier to keep the peace by saying nothing. Easier to take the insults and pretend they didn’t sting.

That night, after dinner, you went up to your room earlier than usual.

You didn’t want to argue anymore.

You didn’t want to face the cold glares and the harsh words.

The sound of the door closing behind you should have brought relief, but instead, it felt suffocating. The room, while large and filled with luxury, felt like a prison. Alone. Isolated.

Lando hadn’t even looked your way tonight, his focus on the kids and the staff, making sure everything was perfect, as usual.

He didn’t know you were fighting tears, again.

You sat on the bed, letting the weight of it all hit you. You’d tried so hard—always doing your best, always putting the kids first, making sure Lando’s life and work were smooth and effortless.

But it never seemed to be enough.

The tears fell freely now.

Quietly.

The sobs wracked your body, but you made no sound. There was no one here to comfort you. Lando was out of the house, probably in his office, and the kids were still running on their own schedules.

You were alone in your sorrow.

The next morning, you were still struggling to hide the redness of your eyes. The servants and staff walked around the house quietly, careful not to disturb the uneasy atmosphere that had taken root.

You’d spent the night awake, your heart still aching, and now you were just going through the motions.

When Lando came into the kitchen, he didn’t seem to notice anything was wrong. His usual cocky grin was in place, and he kissed your cheek casually, as if everything was fine.

“Morning, love. How’s everything today?”

His words were like a slap to your face.

How could he ask that when everything felt like it was falling apart?

You forced a smile, wiping your eyes before you responded. “Good, just—just a little tired, that’s all.”

Lando didn’t notice the exhaustion in your voice. He didn’t see the faint tremble of your hands. His focus was on getting ready for the day.

"Right. Well, I’ll see you later then. I have some meetings and... we’ll catch up tonight?"

You nodded, though you knew the “catching up” would never happen.

It never did anymore.

As the day wore on, Amelia and Jacob continued to shut you out. Amelia was particularly icy, her words sharp and cruel.

“It’s not like you can do anything right, anyway,” she said during lunch, her tone dripping with contempt.

Jacob wasn’t much better.

Whenever you tried to talk to him, he ignored you or gave half-hearted answers, his mind preoccupied with his phone or whatever else he found more important.

You tried to speak to Lando about it that evening, but he was distracted again, caught up in his own world.

“Can we just sit and talk for a second?” you asked, your voice tired and strained.

Lando looked up, sensing the urgency in your tone. But instead of offering comfort, he simply sighed. “Not now, (Y/N). I’ve got a lot on my plate right now, and the kids—”

“They don’t listen to me anymore,” you interrupted, your voice breaking. “I can’t do this alone, Lando. I’m trying, but they’re pushing me away.”

Lando’s eyes softened for a moment, but he quickly brushed it off. “Don’t make it about me. I’m doing the best I can. The kids will grow out of this phase.”

But you knew better.

This wasn’t just a phase.

You had watched your children change, seen the way they grew colder, more resentful, and you didn’t know how to fix it.

You had tried everything.

Later that evening, it happened again.

Amelia and Jacob’s insults had been building all day, each one more hurtful than the last. But you had tried to stay calm, tried to understand that they were only struggling to find themselves.

But that night, when you were sitting in the family room, watching the kids laugh at something on TV, it hit you—the sudden realization that you were invisible.

It felt like they didn’t care at all.

That they didn’t want you to be a part of their lives anymore.

You stood up, silently, and slipped away to your room. The tears came fast again, spilling down your cheeks as you tried to stifle your sobs.

It wasn’t long before Lando came looking for you. He knocked gently on the door.

“(Y/N)?” he called, his voice softer than before. “Are you okay?”

You couldn’t respond, couldn’t find the words to explain the ache that had been growing inside of you. Instead, you turned your back to the door, wiping your tears quickly.

The door creaked open. “(Y/N), look at me.”

Reluctantly, you turned around, meeting Lando’s gaze. His eyes widened at the sight of you—at the tear-streaked face and the redness of your eyes.

For the first time, he saw the pain you had been hiding.

“What’s going on?” he asked quietly, stepping into the room. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You couldn’t speak.

You felt too raw, too exposed.

But Lando, noticing the silent answer in your expression, immediately understood.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

He stormed out of the room, heading straight to the living room where the kids were lounging.

“Amelia. Jacob,” he said, his voice loud and commanding. The force of his presence made them both jump.

“What’s wrong with you two?” he snapped, his anger rising. “Why are you treating your mother like this?”

They exchanged nervous glances, clearly not prepared for this confrontation.

“Dad—” Amelia began, but Lando silenced her with a harsh gesture.

“No. Don’t speak. I’ve been blind to what’s been going on, but I’m not anymore. You two are spoiled, entitled and ungrateful. Your mother has done everything for this family, and yet you treat her like she’s invisible. Like she’s nothing.”

Jacob shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t speak.

Lando’s eyes flared with fury. “You will not disrespect her again. Do you hear me? I’ve been far too lenient with you both. From now on, you will both lose privileges. No more going out with friends until you understand the weight of what you’ve done. No more free reign in this house. No more devices for you. You want respect? You’ll earn it.”

Amelia opened her mouth to protest, but Lando shot her a warning look.

“Enough,” he said. “I don’t want to hear another word. Get upstairs. And don’t think I won’t follow through.”

Both kids stood up slowly, their faces a mixture of surprise and shame. As they left the room, Lando’s shoulders sagged with exhaustion.

He turned back to you. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I failed you.”

You shook your head, unable to hold back the tears anymore. “I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to be the bad guy. I just wanted to help them.”

Lando pulled you into his arms, holding you close, his voice softer now. “I’ll make it right. I won’t let them treat you like this anymore.”

The days that followed were filled with apologies from the kids, awkward but heartfelt.

They knew they had messed up, and while it didn’t immediately heal the hurt, it was a start. Slowly, things began to improve in the household.

Lando kept a watchful eye on everything, making sure to include you in the family decisions more than ever before.

And at night, when the house was quiet and the kids had gone to sleep, Lando would sit with you, wrapping his arms around you, reminding you that you weren’t alone.

“I’m sorry,” he would whisper, his voice filled with guilt. “I should have seen it sooner. I should have protected you.”

You just rested your head on his chest, letting the comfort of his embrace soothe you. Things weren’t perfect, but for the first time in a long time, it felt like they could be.

And for the first time, Lando was truly listening.

Thank you for reading!

[mydearestbeloved]

Chapter 19 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

CW:

Inspired by @circeyoru ‘s “Future Power Couple”

[Masterlist🦋✨️]

Jinwoo’s hand trembled as he brought the bottle of Holy Water to his mother’s lips. He had faced countless enemies, stared down death itself, and yet this moment, this single act of hope, made his entire body shake. Doubts swirled in his mind. What if it doesn’t work? What if I’m too late?

The glass clinked softly against her lips, but his grip faltered, and his resolve wavered. That was when he felt it—warmth. A steadying hand on his back and another gently covering the one holding the bottle.

His dark eyes turned to meet yours, your steady gaze offering him a silent reassurance. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The weight of the moment pressed heavily upon both of you, but your quiet smile cut through the tension, a calming balm for his fraying nerves. You gave a small nod, glancing toward his mother.

Jinwoo swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. Emboldened by your presence, he tilted the bottle carefully, letting the liquid trickle past his mother’s lips. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as you both watched her, hoping, praying for any sign that the Holy Water was working.

At first, there was nothing. Then, slowly, her pale complexion began to change, color returning to her cheeks. Her breathing, once shallow and faint, grew deeper and more even. Relief washed over Jinwoo, his shoulders sagging, but his mother still didn’t wake.

“Let’s wait,” you murmured gently, breaking the silence. You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, guiding him to sit in the chair beside the hospital bed. He sank into it, his body slumping forward, tension still lingering in his frame.

“I’ll go get us some water,” you said softly, stepping toward the door.

Before he could think, his hand shot out, gripping yours tightly. Memories surged to the forefront of his mind: the sight of you collapsing in the Demon Castle, your body unnaturally still. The trial player, the one he thought of as unshakable, had been brought to the brink. He remembered the helplessness that consumed him then, the way his hands hovered over you as if touching you might break what little thread of life remained.

Even when you stirred much later, vomiting and disoriented, the haunting image of you lying there refused to leave him. It was the first time he realized how wrong he’d been to think of you as stronger, untouchable. Seeing you then had cracked something inside him, a realization that your endurance came at a cost he’d never truly considered.

And now, the thought of you walking away—even for something as simple as water—ignited that same fear, buried deep in his chest.

“Please… stay,” he whispered.

His voice was small, barely audible, but the silence of the room made it impossible for you not to hear. Your heart ached as you turned back to him, his head bowed low, his hair obscuring his face. You gently patted his hand, offering quiet reassurance.

“I’m just getting some water, Jinwoo. I’m not going anywhere. I promise,” you said.

He felt the faintest touch of warmth in your words, somewhere deep in his chest where the cold shadows couldn’t reach. His grip loosened reluctantly, and he let you go, though his head remained bowed. Even as you left the room, the imprint of your promise lingered, keeping his anxieties at bay.

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The hospital halls were eerily quiet, the stillness of the night amplifying every sound. You leaned your back against the wall beside the open door to Jinwoo’s mother’s room, clutching the tray of glasses and water bottles.

From where you stood, you could hear the soft murmurs of conversation filtering through the door. Jinwoo’s voice was quiet, trembling with suppressed emotion. His mother’s voice, faint but warm, responded gently. You heard the rustle of movement, the sound of their hands clasping.

Then came the sound you had never expected—Jinwoo’s quiet sobs. The relief and raw emotion in his cries were palpable, and your chest tightened.

Red fluttered near your cheek, nudging you gently. You blinked, startled by the sensation, and reached up to touch your face. Your fingertips came away wet.

Am I… crying?

Was it relief? The burden of guilt you’d carried since arriving in this world? Or was it the knowledge that, for all you had done to make amends, it still didn’t feel like enough? The answer eluded you, slipping through your grasp like sand.

The realization hit you like a wave. Tears streamed down your cheeks, silent and unchecked. Sliding down the wall, you sank to the floor, muffling the sobs that escaped you. You thought back to Jinwoo’s trembling hands, perhaps you cried for him, too, knowing what he had endured.

Red settled on the back of your hand, its tiny weight grounding you. You buried your face in your knees, muffling the sobs that broke free from your chest. It was a cry of relief, of release—something you hadn’t allowed yourself in what felt like an eternity.

Your butterflies hovered close, taking the tray from your hands so you could curl in on yourself, your body shaking with quiet, cathartic sobs. You didn’t care how long you stayed like that, the tears flowing freely, silent cries you hadn’t allowed yourself to release in years.

---

Morning came quietly, the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the hospital windows. Jinwoo stood near the door, watching as Jinah and their mother reunion.

He observed the reunion in silence, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride and melancholy. My efforts weren’t in vain, he thought. Everything I’ve been through… it was all leading to this moment.

But, even as he watched, a shadow loomed over his thoughts. He couldn’t shake the cold, creeping doubt that had taken root within him. While working as a Hunter, I wonder if I distanced myself too much.

His hands flexed at his sides, the faint traces of blood from past battles lingering in his mind. Did I cross too many lines to get here?

The happy scene before him felt distant, like a dream he couldn’t quite touch. Shadows crept at the edges of his mind, pulling him back into the cold.

And then, just as he felt himself sinking into that familiar darkness, warmth bloomed beside him. He felt your presence before he saw you, the faint brush of your hand against his breaking through the encroaching cold.

Your smile was soft, kind—so achingly familiar. You didn’t say anything, simply turned your gaze toward the room, watching the reunion with him. You didn’t intrude, didn’t try to fill the silence. You simply stood beside him, as you always had.

For Jinwoo, it was everything. You, who had seen him at his lowest, who had walked the same dangerous paths as him, never judged him for the blood on his hands or the lines he’d crossed. You, who seemed to care not about what he’d done, but how it had changed him, how it had hurt him.

Without thinking, he reached out, pulling you into his arms. His grip was firm, as though holding you tighter might anchor him to the present. His head rested against your shoulder, and for a moment, the cold shadows melted away.

Just as he had done back in the Demon Castle.

This time, however, you didn’t hesitate. Your arms wrapped around him, holding him just as firmly.

For a moment, the world fell away. There was no fear, no doubt, only the warmth and softness of your presence and the steady beat of your heart against his. In that small bubble of time, Jinwoo found solace.

---

Jinwoo adjusted his outfit, a rare nervous energy settling over him. The meeting with Chairman Go Gunhee was supposed to be straightforward, but your parting words echoed in his mind:

"Jinwoo, don’t play around too much and control yourself."

That tone—one part teasing, one part serious—struck a chord he couldn't ignore. It wasn’t just what you said, but how you said it, as though you knew what would happen. There was an odd certainty in your voice, one that left Jinwoo unsettled yet strangely comforted.

The old him, back when he knew nothing about you, might have found it unnerving. But now, after everything the two of you had been through together, he understood. It wasn’t about predicting the future. It was about your care for him, your worry hidden behind a faint smile and practical advice. That realization carried a weight that Jinwoo couldn’t quite put into words.

Still, the meeting didn’t go as planned.

Goto Ryuji’s challenge was like a lit match dropped into dry grass, and Jinwoo's pride wouldn’t let him walk away. He knew better than to take the bait, but the competitive spark in his eyes had flared before he could stop it. The fight ended quickly, but not without consequences. Baek Yoonho and Cha Hae-In had to intervene, their sharp words reminding him of the delicate balance they needed to maintain before the Jeju Island raid.

His shoulders sagged under the weight of their reproach as he muttered a low apology. Goto Ryuji’s bruised pride was none of Jinwoo's concern, but he felt a pang of guilt knowing you’d likely scold him later.

That’s when he felt the tickling sensation on his cheek.

His fingers brushed the spot absently, catching the faintest shimmer of red as one of your butterflies perched lightly on his hand. Its wings blurred faintly, their edges dissolving like mist—the unmistakable sign that it was in stealth mode, visible only to him.

Jinwoo let out a quiet sigh.

"I’m going to get another earful, aren’t I?" he murmured.

The butterfly’s wings opened and closed in a deliberate rhythm, as though pitying him, its silent agreement clear.

A tiny smile tugged at Jinwoo’s lips, but it didn’t last. The weight of his recent memories bore down on him, and unease gnawed at the edges of his thoughts.

---

His mind flashed back to the Demon Castle raid, where the memory of your collapse haunted him.

You had been strong—always a step ahead of everyone else, calm and meticulous in a way that Jinwoo had come to rely on. But the sight of you fighting to stand, your skin pale and your movements sluggish, had shattered that illusion.

You weren’t invincible.

The marks that had marred your skin, black tendrils crawling like cracks in glass—how had he not noticed them before? He should have known something was wrong, especially with your insistence on wearing gloves even when there was no practical need for them. Yet, he had been blind, too caught up in his own plans to see the signs.

When the marks finally disappeared, seeping into your skin, he thought it was over. But you hadn’t woken up right away. Your disorientation, the way you vomited and struggled to focus—it had scared him in a way he hadn’t expected.

He had promised to protect you. Twice.

Once, to convince you to join him on the first raid of the Demon Castle. And again, when Avarice Vulcan had wounded you so badly that Jinwoo had nearly lost himself to rage. Both times, you had been the one to pull him back.

Now, looking back, Jinwoo felt like a fool.

He thought his newfound strength would be enough to shield those he cared about. But when it came to you, he had failed.

---

The days that followed were agonizing.

Every time he tried to reach you through your butterflies, their voices echoed in his mind:

"Our Mistress is currently unavailable."

Even visiting the flower shop, hoping to find a way into your garden, had been fruitless. Instead of you, Jinho had appeared, his surprise at Jinwoo’s arrival quickly giving way to concern.

Jinwoo had brushed off the younger man’s questions, but the unease in his chest grew heavier.

Where were you? Were you okay?

---

The day before the Jeju Island raid, Jinwoo found himself scrolling through the news on his phone, more out of habit than interest.

Most of the headlines were the same: public criticism over his decision not to join the raid, speculation about the mutant ants, and debates about the effectiveness of the Hunters’ Association. None of it bothered him. Let the media talk.

But then, one particular report caught his attention.

A small island in Japan had been attacked by one of the mutated ants. The carnage was devastating, with streets littered with bodies and buildings left in ruins.

Yet, amidst the devastation, there were survivors.

According to their accounts, they had been on the brink of death when something miraculous happened. In an instant, they were transported to safety, unharmed. Dashcam footage recovered from the scene revealed peculiar white flowers growing where the survivors had been.

Heather.

The flowers didn’t seem extraordinary at first glance, but there was something unusual about the way they had spread, blooming rapidly in places the ant seemed to avoid.

Jinwoo stared at the images on his phone, his heart skipping a beat.

"There was an urgent, huge international order for a particular batch of flowers I needed to sort myself. I just got back from an island in Japan."

Your words came rushing back to him. At the time, he had dismissed his suspicions, caught up in your anger and the tension between you. But now, the pieces clicked into place.

The flowers. The survivors. The butterflies captured fleetingly on the footage.

It was you.

Jinwoo’s lips curled into a faint smirk despite himself. His chest felt lighter, though the ache of missing you hadn’t disappeared.

"You really are something else."

---

"Miss, close your eyes and run. Do not turn back."

The voice cuts through the chaos, steady yet carrying a weight Jinwoo immediately recognizes. That voice, your voice, is enough to quell his rising tension. Relief floods through him, a warmth that borders on overwhelming—relief that he hadn’t realized he needed until now.

The victim’s trembling frame stiffens at your command. You step in, your presence commanding enough to make her feet obey before her mind catches up. Jinwoo hears the hurried footsteps fading into the distance, his sharp senses noting the rhythm of her steps—panicked but determined. The danger has passed for her, at least.

Jinwoo’s focus snaps back to the assailant. The man charges forward, but Jinwoo moves faster, his fists colliding with the attacker with precise force. He doesn’t waste energy. One hit to incapacitate, a shadow planted to ensure the man doesn’t escape. The shadow would finish the job if necessary. Cold efficiency, honed by countless battles.

With the immediate threat neutralized, Jinwoo finally allows himself to turn to you.

His breath catches.

No, he wasn’t mistaken. He couldn’t be.

Your aura—it feels... different. The subtle, carefully measured energy that you always kept tightly controlled is now more pronounced, an unmistakable hum in the air that seems to vibrate against his own shadow-infused power. He can feel it thrumming against his senses, and the realization hits him.

A power-up. You’ve gained something new. Something significant.

His eyes narrow slightly, scrutinizing you as you stand there, calm yet unreadable. The faint glow of your eyes catches his attention next—not the familiar, soft silver he’s accustomed to, but a warm, piercing gold. The aura surrounding you is tinged with the same hue, golden light almost blending with the misty outlines of your ever-present butterflies.

This isn’t just a small change.

Jinwoo’s thoughts race, trying to piece together what this means. A power-up of this magnitude only happens under extreme conditions. What had you been through? What had happened during your absence?

Almost as if you sense his spiraling thoughts, you tilt your head slightly, a wry smile tugging at your lips.

"I was going to talk with you," you begin, your voice calm and deliberate, "but while I was in the garden, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten. Your family is waiting for you, no? Let’s talk tomorrow, after you finish the system’s daily quest. At my shop."

Not your garden? That catches him off guard. You almost always prefer the sanctuary of your garden for private conversations.

Jinwoo’s brows furrow slightly. "What about Jinho?"

"He felt bad for practically staying for free, so he insisted on helping me. He’s taking care of a new batch of seeds I ordered from the outskirts. He’ll be gone for a while."

Your voice is as steady as ever, but Jinwoo detects a faint edge to it, something unspoken yet deliberate. He wants to press for more, to ask about the power radiating off you in waves, about the glow in your eyes, about your absence. But he hesitates.

Experience has taught him that patience works best with you. Rushing would only make you retreat further behind your carefully constructed walls.

So he nods.

Your smile, faint and fleeting, does something strange to him. His heart skips a beat—something that’s been happening far too often recently for him to ignore, though he still doesn’t understand why.

Then, as you always do, you vanish into a swarm of glowing butterflies. Golden, not silver. The warmth of your presence dissipates, leaving only the faintest trace behind.

Jinwoo’s hand twitches involuntarily, his fingers almost reaching out to grasp what’s left of the warmth. He clenches his fist instead, letting out a soft sigh.

He missed you. Far more than he should have.

---

A few days earlier…

The familiar hum of your garden surrounds you. The soft rustle of leaves, the gentle sway of blossoms in the breeze—it should calm you, yet your hands tremble slightly as you swipe to open the system notification.

It had been waiting for you since you woke up disoriented, the memories—or were they visions?—still haunting the edges of your mind.

The system screen materializes, the golden background and white letters brighter than usual, almost jubilant in their presence:

You raise an eyebrow, your lips pressing into a thin line. “The answers I seek, huh?”

[Congratulations!

'Trial' Player (Name) has completed the requirements needed to ascend to the next stage.

Get stronger to earn the answers you seek of!]

Was it talking about your isekai origins? The fragmented memories from the vision? Or... something else?

But one detail immediately catches your eye. The word “Trial.” Why is it suddenly quoted?

Before you can linger on that thought, another notification pops up:

[New updates have been given!]

Your eyes light up with curiosity, scrolling through the updates with growing excitement. Each new feature feels like a gift, one surprise after another. Around you, your butterflies flutter in sync with your mood, their translucent wings shimmering faintly in the light.

It’s almost enough to distract you from the unease lingering at the back of your mind.

A blinking white dot on the system’s mailbox pulls your attention. You tap it.

You snort softly. “Why not? It’s probably not much since Jinwoo hogs all the rewards, but—”

[Cumulative EXP has been counted.

Would you like to receive it now?]

You freeze.

“Oh,” you breathe, voice barely audible. Then louder, as panic sets in: “Oh no.”

Notifications flood your vision, back-to-back. They blur together, but the last one stands out:

[New Quest: Ascension, Part II is now available!]

The world tilts.

A wave of golden light surrounds you, the system’s presence overwhelming as it forces the changes upon you.

“Children,” you murmur, voice weak as vertigo takes hold, “be a dear, will you? Your mother’s going to pass out…”

The chorus of panicked voices from your butterflies echoes around you.

"My Lady/Mistress/Mother!"

Amid their frantic cries, the system chimes with a suspiciously cheerful tone:

[Stay strong, 'Trial' Player! :) ]

You groan, the edges of your vision darkening. "Oh, shut up, will you..."

The last thing you feel is the sensation of multiple hands—your butterflies’ manifestation—pillowing your fall before darkness claims you.

End Note:

Unfinished Draft of [23/11/2024] -

[sorryformyleviathanheskindasoggy]

I hope you guys like fucking Viktor angst

Tw: Uh ansgt and brief talk of nsfw in a poetic way

A/n:Get fucking wrecked/j

You met him at the academy, you two were in the same class and bonded over you both being from Zaun. He was intrigued by your love of botany and your innovative ideas of machinery that would benefit the wildlife in this world. He came to you for advice or maybe just a way to escape the troubles he faced in your greenhouse that Heimerdinger had assigned to you.

Viktor had learned about your secrets and had accepted them without hesitation, a look you later recognise as loving always assured your aching heart.

You welcomed him into your home and later your bed, where he loved you heartily. Viktor worshiped every inch of your body like a holy temple, your moans of pleasure being the teachings of his religion. He put your body on a pedestal and ushered away thoughts of self doubt and gender dysphoria. He was in your bed til morning and left you with a gentlemanly goodbye, promising to see you later that day in class.

One day you had heard the ruckus that came from Viktor and Jayces’ joint lab and later the news of Viktor's assistant dying. You didn't get much details after that but no more information was released.

You were worried sick from Jayce giving you half assed excuses that didn't answer any of your inquiries, you couldn't take it anymore, it was eating away at you to not know what had happened to your secret lover.

Heavy doors burst open and you come rushing in with a mission to see the inside that Jayce and Mel had locked away from all's eyes. You see something, it was obscure and ominous to say the least. It was a bright glowing box made just to fit a person, and what you see on one of the surfaces brings a sob to your throat. “Oh Viktor” you cry looking at his comatose face. You try touching the unknown substance that holds him but it shocks you.

A heavy hand plops on your shoulder and it's owner says, “We've already told you that you had no business in here.” You look back at that self dubbed asshole with tears running down your cheeks. “What's happening to him?”

“I don't know and if I did, I wouldn't tell you.” Jayce says rather rudely.

“Why not?”

“Because you have nothing to do with the situation.” Jayce shoved you out the door and told a security guard to escort you back to your quarters.

You cried all night, worried about if Viktor was even alive.

It had been weeks and months before Viktor appeared in front of you again, changed. He called your name in barely a whisper. His hands reached for your cheeks and wiped away a tear you didn't know you had shed. “It's alright, I'm back Starlight…” you wrapped your arms around the man, noticing how he gotten even slimmer and that his skin was purple and surging with an energy. He noticed your concerned looks and simply said he would explain later.

He let you cry, he listened when you said how hard the past few months had been without him in your life. He whispered reassurance and words of affection in your ears.

You fell asleep in the arms of Viktor after you had shed the last of your worry to his ears.

In the morning, he was gone, and you know you'll probably never see him again.

[brotherwtf]

Saw you're looking for smut prompts, how about some classic breeding kink for clegan, since everyone seems to be yapping about getting Gale pregnant again? Just....John trying to get Gale knocked up at every opportunity, Gale milking him for all he's worth, lots of dirty talk, John shoots off prematurely because Gale tells him to knock him up, then makes him go another round, maybe jerk off into his ass....please go wild (but no mpreg please 🙏)

oh my God the fucking breeding kink brainworm going crazy going stupid rn

there's been a lot of breeding kink on this blog but honestly that's just because it is so fucking good and hot, John can't control his fucking monkey brain and he sees Gale and thinks "that's my WIFE and I need to get him pregnant" all while Gale is just sitting in a slightly too loose shirt and reading a book

but when John gets in one of those moods, just absolutely feral for Gale and NEEDS to "breed" him, oh you can bet your lucky stars Gale plays along with it

maybe Gale can tell John's vibrating with lust just by the way he bites his lip and looks him up and down and he has the secret weapon for that, a pretty white skirt that he stole from Marge when he left her, and he knows it drives John CRAZY

makes sure to bend over obscenely whenever he's around John, pushes out his ass out so John can't keep his hands off of him, maybe he picks Gale up from around his waist and hauls him to their bedroom, shoves him face first onto the bed and bunches the skirt up on Gale's lower back, moans out loud when he sees Gale's pretty ass, his pretty hole and Gale turns around to look over his shoulder and tells John to knock him up, to come so deep inside that his seed has to take hold and Johns never been more feral in his life

can barely get his clothes off, fucks Gale with his slacks unbuttoned and his shirt half off, uses the bunched up skirt as leverage to pull Gale back onto his cock, it's so wet and good and disgusting, but it's everything John wanted, he's fucking Gale so good that his normally solid resolve is slipping, pathetic moans and whimpers falling from his mouth and into the sheets, white sheets creased from how hard Gale is gripping them

it's obscene, the wet sound of John's thighs hitting the back of Gale's and the hushed filth whispered to him, telling him he'll look so pretty stuffed with come, how fucking hot he would look stuffed full and round with John's seed, and Gale's moaning obscenely, pushing himself back onto John's cock and nodding, begging John to fill him up, to knock him up

at some point Gale messily grabs John's hand and brings it to his stomach, pressing against the hem of the skirt and leans back against his chest, back arched and neck bared and he whispers, almost hisses for John to knock him up, come inside he wants to be full with it, and John comes with a strangled sound, pushed so deep inside that Gale swears he can taste his come

John's panting like an animal but Gale won't let up, "is that all you got? surely that won't hold, come on try it again," and Johns whimpering because he just came, but Gale looks so damn pretty with his lips bitten raw and tears streaming down his face and oh no John's cock is twitching with interest and he just came inside

maybe Gale turns so that hes sitting facing John on the bed, legs spread with his cock hanging beneath the skirt, back arched and eyes hooded, looking up at John and grabbing his cock in his hands, slowly and languidly pulling on it and it's so sensitive that John cries out and Gale laughs at him almost, tells him he's going to be so full and round, right? John's so good that he has to be and Johns just nodding like a man in worship because Gale has to be his God, hand hot and almost painful on John's sensitive cock

Gale makes him come on his face and they go round after round, Gale claiming that there's no way he could be knocked up with just one load, and they go until Johns legs are shaking and he can barely shoot off more than a couple of drops, and only then does Gale let up, pushing John to the bed and kissing him languidly, hips straddling John's as he kisses him until he can't breathe, tells him he did such a good job, he has to be knocked up now and John nods tiredly, still out of it from how many times Gale had made him come

good Lord this may be the horniest thing I have written

[dsireland86]

Jolly needs more love so i wanted to request a Jolly x fem reader fic I was thinking since he more than likely has a massive breeding kink if you could write a smutty fic about that maybe with some fluff of reader getting preggo?

Omg! Yes! I love this idea too much! Thank you!

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"I love the way you look, taking my cock like this, little pet," Jolly crooned. He held your legs wide open so he could watch himself go in and out of you.

"Fuck! I could live inside this tight little pussy. I want to fill it with my seed and grow a baby inside your pretty tummy."

His large hand pressed down gently on your belly, rubbing it in circles.

"You'd look so beautiful with my baby inside," he hinted.

"Joakim Karlsson, are you telling me you want to be a daddy?" You smiled at him as he thrusted up into you again, making you moan loudly.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. Let me put a baby in you," he pleaded, picking up his pace.

He released your legs, letting them fall so you could wrap them tightly around him and hold on to him tightly as he pounded into you. Your moans and cries of his names over and over, only encouraging him.

"Give me a baby, Jolly," whispered in his ear, digging your nails into his back.

"Yeah? Is this what you want? Huh? You want my cum inside you?"

"Yes, I want it, Jolly, cum inside me, baby," you encouraged him, looking him right in the eyes.

"Fuck, woman!"

Cursing loudly, Jolly came hard, releasing his seed inside your womb, secretly hoping it was the start of his little family.

"You stay," he ordered you with a smile, climbing off the bed and slipping his boxers back on.

Coming back quickly with a warm wet cloth, Jolly sweetly cleaned you up. The smile he wore while keeping his hand on your belly made your insides flutter. That's when you realized he was really serious about becoming a dad.

"My love," you called out, holding your arms open for him. Tossing the cloth on the floor, Jolly climbed between your legs and rested his head between the nook in your arm and your breast, kissing the nipple first before laying down. He pulled the blanket over your legs but left your top half exposed so that he could draw circles on your belly with the palm of hand and then his fingertips. The feeling made you sigh, then smile as he looked up at you with his beautifully intensely dark eyes.

"One day," he whispered to you.

"One day," you grinned, kissing his forehead.

"How long does it take? Is it instant? Shouldn't we get a blood test? I heard blood tests are more accurate."

"Jolly! It's positive."

"Of course it's positive, I mean what else, wait. What?"

Jolly's head snapped over to you, the look of shock, happiness, and fear all rolled into one, creeping over his face. It took a moment for your words to register in his brain, but when it did, the smile that spread across his face was priceless.

"It really is positive?"

"Yeah, baby, look!"

You held out the plastic applicator with the plus sign clearly visible.

Jolly stared at it for a moment, not saying anything, then he gave the loudest yell of excitement, before coming over to you and picking you up in his arms. He spun you around, planting his face in your belly and smothering it with kisses.

You ran your hands through his long brown hair, loving how your fingers got tangled up in it. This was the dream you'd had since you were a little girl, coming true right before your very eyes.

"I love you," you said looking down at Jolly.

"I love you," he replied, carrying you out of the bathroom and over to your bed, laying you down, gently.

Lifting your shirt, his light kisses trailed down from your lips to your chin, reaching your throat and then your collarbone. Skipping everything in the middle, they landed on your belly where they found their home, lavishing your skin with soft kisses.

Jolly whispered sweet little nothings at your belly as you caressed his hair, watching contently as he drew little heart shapes on your skin with his finger. It was all so magical, tender, and beautiful, a moment you couldn't wait to write down in your little bean's baby book.

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Let's talk about Háma.

One of the sentences that struck me in Hewn and Sewn was a very simple one, as he reflected on his life that is about to end:

He has laughed and cried and grinned and gasped.

Could you give us some HCs about that? One thing that made him laugh, one that made him cry, one that made him grin, and one that made him gasp?

I am 1,000% ALWAYS in the mood to talk about Háma, so thank you!!!! ♥️♥️♥️

I actually thought a little about this when I wrote that sentence, so I already had specific things in mind for each! And I made them as happy as possible, since the rest of the story was so dark…

Laughed: Hálwinë spent a lot of time with the Guards because Háma was very proud of her and always liked to have her around. As a result, she noticed very early that men stood to attention and gave a little salute when her dad came into a room, and she thought this was something everyone was supposed to do. So she started to mimic the gesture and would stand up her straightest and give him a sloppy little salute whenever he came home from work, and it made him laugh every single time.

Cried: When he was 18 and she was 16, Háma’s favorite sister caught a terrible illness that was making its way around Edoras, and it hit her particularly hard. When she became unconscious/unresponsive, his father encouraged him to say his goodbyes to her just in case. Háma sat in her room all night and cried his eyes out while talking to her/himself and hoping that some part of her could hear him. Exhaustion eventually overtook him and he fell asleep by her bedside, only to be woken up in the morning when she touched his hand and said his name. Then he cried tears of happiness at this first sign of her ultimate recovery. She was still his favorite sister and one of his best friends for the rest of his life.

Grinned: When Háma was very small, his grandma often looked after him while his parents worked. She was an amazing baker, and she’d put him on a little stool beside her to help while she told him stories and sang him songs and, of course, let him taste everything they made. He got a little chubby as a result, and so she always called him “Béagwíse,” which means “round,” even long after he was grown and not at all round anymore. Right up until his death, she would still pack up some delicious sweet, take her cane, and shuffle slowwwly down to Meduseld to give him a special little treat while he sat on guard duty, and he grinned every single time she showed up, pushed a piece of cake into his hands, and gave her (not so little) Béagwíse a kiss on the top of the head. (Any other guard on duty who called him Béagwíse got automatically assigned to night shifts for a week.)

Gasped: When Brytta started to suspect that she was pregnant again (with Wilspell) she kept it *very* under wraps until she was certain. So when she told Háma the good news (that’s what “Wilspell” means!), he definitely let out a surprised gasp, followed closely by laughing, crying and grinning.

Tried to keep it short and failed, but oh well! Thank you again for the chance to think and talk more about my #1 guy! ♥️🐎🗡️

[hxtties]

kiissme​ :

          “I…” she started, an odd little laugh escaping her lips as she shook her head. “I… God, I dunno, I dunno,” she admitted, her walls squeezing around the girthy toy so tightly. Her body wanting to cum so badly and yet, somehow, not wanting to reach her orgasm, not knowing how big it would be — but also aching for it with her entire being. Her head was swimming already, halfway lost to the pleasure of it all, what would happen when she reached it? Megan’s words came to her and she nodded immediately, “So much, too much, fuck,” again, her words mingled with an odd little laugh to them. But did she want to get off of it? No. Not even a little bit, because she did want to cum.

          Right at that moment, the other woman’s words were her whole world, her whole reason for existing at that moment. It made sense, it was encouraging, fueling her to her next moments because fuck it all sounded so good. Her hips still twitched at the stroke of Megan’s fingers against Faye’s own clit, oversensitive and hurting but in such a way it felt good to hurt. A please don’t stop kinda good to hurt. Teeth bit down hard on her own bottom lip, Megan’s words sounding like a spell fueled by her own desires. Once again, she nodded, quick and desperate and slowly, her hips started again. Her thighs and cunt already a wet mess, a strained moan pushed past her lips, god, how slick her movements were right then, eyes shutting tight.

          Her cunt ached, clenching around the toy so desperately. The tip of it rubbing against her g-spot so nicely that Faye felt herself sob of joy. Doing her best to rise and fall against it, just small little motions, hands reaching and grasping at Megan’s shoulders. “God, don’t leave me… Don’t leave me,” she whined. To think she had wanted to attempt this on her own, so cocky and sure she could handle it, how foolish that all was. The sound of her sopping cunt practically sucking the toy cock filled her ears and encouraged her to move a bit faster, chest heaving with the effort. Forceful shivers running through her, the head of the cock hitting her just like that.

          She was gasping, moaning, crying out as the pleasure rippled through her, body begging for more and she obliged. Bouncing on the toy cock harder, faster, not knowing how else to go about it. Feeling something building within her, sparks of it flashing behind her eyes, “Shit, that feels so… Fuckin’… g o o d.” The words sobbed out, feeling herself close so frustratingly quick. Unintentionally edging herself this entire time, but now, with Megan, having it in her to push through. With the feel of her touch on Faye’s clit, she felt she could do it now, pushing herself down on that glorious toy cock, she felt it. Closing in on her, body shuddering, that familiar white heated pleasure coursing through every inch of her. “Cum, cum, cumming, now, now,” she cried out, holding onto her roommate, the pressure mounting on and on. Her breathing desperate and panting, every thought slipping away and only one remained: she was cumming, screams of ecstasy filling the room. She grasped onto Megan tighter, kissing her lips, her jaw and buried her face into her neck as she went faster on that cock, feeling it — screaming into her neck as she felt it explode within her and the RUSH of hot, wet, juices released and drowned that beautiful toy.

          The realization of what happened hit her, and a relieved cry escaped her, body shaking as she didn’t stop but only slowed down. Riding the cock slow and steady through it, making her hips twitch and walls squeeze the toy like a vice. Feeling the heated sticky wetness along her thighs, knowing it was a right mess on the floor but not even caring. “Fuck, fuck fuck…” she groaned against her neck, kissing, biting and sucking at the flesh. “Jesus fuck, I did it… I did it… Oh, fuck,  I did it…”

              That part about how you’ll never truly conquer something so unbelievably massive? Megan means it. Every. Single. Time. Every second spend being stretched to such a godly degree that can’t be achieved any other way will simply destroy you. Further drive you to ruin. Get you utterly addicted. Pun intended. Once you start, you’ll have a hell of a time stopping. But you will stop. Eventually. If only because you’re too exhausted, your body to spent, that you can’t bring yourself to do much other than be sprawled against whatever surface you fall onto in the heap you’ve been reduced to. Barely breathing, drenched in sweat and your own juices. 

              It was already plenty obvious that the redhead was struggling and then some. The whimpers, the twitching, the jerk of her hips was proof enough of that. Not to mention that Megan had been there herself more than enough times to know what it must be like for others to take such a task on. The way Faye clung to her in desperation in of itself was all the confirmation she needed. She couldn’t help but smirk to herself a little, listening to Faye all but beg her to stay. The sensations clearly growing more and more overwhelming by the second.

                 Megan didn’t stop teasing her clit, of course. She’d slow down the pace every once in a while, but the pressure of her fingertips didn’t lift off of the other for a second. Her other hand began groping at Faye’s ass while she was all too eager, all too happy to drink in every last scream and sob that passed her roommate’s lips. Every last shake and tremble. The feeling of her already dripping against her fingers and onto the floor. “Look at you, taking it so deep already.” she’d hum, figuring that Faye was going to end up exploding any second now. “Keeping yourself going, even though it’s clearly too much for you. You need it badly, don’t you?”

                    Well, evidently, she did. Because it wasn’t much longer before Faye started picking up the pace. Damn near slamming herself on that incredible size despite being clearly overwhelmed.  Not much longer before she was burying her face in Megan’s neck, screaming out as she finally hit her peak, exploding hard. “There it is...” she’d observed, licking her lips as she could feel that splash of that heavy gush against her, as Faye kissed and sucked on her neck, still grabbing at her ass in the meantime. 

[joyus-whimsy]

After doing every possible thing to avoid it, I have just played Arthur’s final quest. I did everything I could before the end of chapter 6 bc I’m going for Best in the West, but, it’s over.

I’ve taken tons of photos, I’ll share them soon once I go back on to play the epilogue.

[isa-ah]

crick is a few years older than isaiah... what if he had very faint i was a little boy memories of isaiahs mom before she died oxo

[giddlygoat]

my brother can make me laugh without moving at all. he can make me laugh on command, just by existing, and there is no physical tell or indication that it is about to happen. it’s like he can will me to laugh and i will. of course we’re not telepathic, but we do speak in unison sometimes. we improvise like no one’s business. we could fool anyone into believing we are psychically linked. when i try to explain it, i sound silly saying it out loud, but i really CAN tell what he’s thinking. we exchange so much information just with a look. he can make me cry laughing and he doesn’t even have to move

[fantasticalleigh]

God. This is why I am so careful about getting into new media. Because when it’s THIS fucking good and beautiful it makes everything hurt. And it’s a good hurt for sure! But it’s so hard to say goodbye to it. And to know no matter what I do I’ll never make something on that level. loving something so exquisite can be so painful and fun. Arcane fucking changed me.

[thedrotter]

sweet sweet re:kinder community... I would like to ask y'all how you came upon the game and your experiences with it because i wanna know. im genuinely so curious to hear about other people's experiences and little opinions about this game because of how wild the game is (/pos) I'd love to hear it. do ramble to me about it