#Its Throw Up immediately level heat by the way

[redfish-blu]

I don’t care that Fall Out Boy are performing in Phoenix Arizona in the middle of summer at an outdoor amphitheater at all by the way, it was a really great idea.

[haechansdoll]

so perfect, i can't stop - ml x reader

Pairing : Lee Mark x f!Reader

Description : Mark is too horny, and he uses you non stop

Warnings : sex,sex and sex.

“you’re gonna lose it as soon as I put my cock in your pussy” Mark sneers, gripping the plush of your thighs and scooting you closer to his stiff, bare cock. your hands find homage on his shoulders, as he grabs a handful of your ass lifting you on his length. he doesn’t realize the heat cascading from your cunt, your folds brushing across his cockhead, “fuck.” He whispers. His fingers bleed into your thighs, eager hips bouncing subconsciously on his cock—sliding down till your flush against his lap. “jesus fucking christ angel.. didn’t know you were such an eager little thing.” You blush, and he smirks.

 “Don’t be shy.” He says, tilting your chin up as he bottoms out releasing a sultry moan, “you been hiding this perfect pussy from me this whole time? fuck.”

He wishes he could just keep you still, allow his cock to immerse in your sweet juices, tight velvet walls milking him dry, caresses your skin with his tongue—keep his fingers dancing on the skin but Mark just can’t do that. he has to feel more—his hips bucking up, cock curving against your spongy spot and you’re unraveling, whimpering when he takes the plunge and rams his cock harder upwards inside you. “want me to fill this pussy up, huh? feel my cum in your tummy for fucking days?”

Mark’s eyes grow dark, dropping the facade of pussy drunk and fully feral, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck and slamming a hand down to move your hips harder on him, “never gonna fuck you with anything else but my raw cock princess, fuckin’ perfect for me.” you whine and moan against him, barely containing yourself.

“M-Mark—slow down” your whimpers left dull on his ear, mark raises his level of vision back to your disheveled face. “c-can’t help it angel—pussy so fuckin’ good” he throws his head back, his usually brown orbs clouded into a pitch black haze. He’s struggling—hips so sloppily drilling into your cunt. he’s thinking of the aftermath, your hole spilling out his cum and the wetness—how fucking wet and warm your hole will be when he pumps load after load inside you.

“fuck!” your ears vibrate against the shrill moan he echoes through the room, Mark drags his body back down mindlessly pounding into you. a high—the ecstasy laced bliss induced from his raw—untouched cock dragging against your velvet walls. and the tightness—have you always been this tight? he can’t stop thinking of those fucking thoughts. How much cum could you really take though? would Mark have to push it back in or just pump another load? The questions pile up while Mark feels your pussy clench around him and that’s where everything goes numb. A shiver that starts at the back of his neck, crawling its way to his cock and he finally—fills your cunt to the brim, gasping when he’s quick to pull out. He’s mesmerized by his seed oozing out of your messy hole and Mark is already pushing his cum right back in with his cock because what’s a better way to make it stick then with another pretty white load?

Mark inhales a long drawn out breath, steadily hoisting you over his cock for the second time that night. He flickers his eyes to you before casting his gaze back down—he wants to watch his bare cock disappear inside your pussy, something that he will never grow old of. “s-shit” he groans, brows furrowed while you sink down completely, pink dusts his cheeks and his body falls limb under you. he’s’ mortified how much his cock is twitching, swelling at the head while he just basks in the feeling. Once a sign of nerves coats his arm, he immediately throws it over his face gasping when you start to bounce on his cock.

Mark can’t look at you right now, it’d be too much. ..one thing is going raw —but your slick guiding his cock inside your spongy walls but it’s another just to see you. your fingers gripping against your mounds, hips faultlessly moving to a sedate pace while your slick paints his thighs. Marks eyes knock white under his arm, slinging the limb aside to cast it on your hip, “god your pussy is so fucking good” Mark stutters, dragging your cunt on his length. he almost looks disoriented—the way his face has grown a sheen sheet of sweat, cheeks bright pink and his lips—so pretty and glossy, puffy and small gusts of air excluding from it. “don’t stop please, fuck!” Mark screws his eyes shut, he’ll relish this feeling in his mind—carelessly bouncing you on his cock, and even if he came, he won’t stop—even if his cock is spent, tip so sensitive and aching for a break, he cannot simply stop.—not when it feels this fucking good.

Mark feels like he can’t breathe, lungs persuading blue as he continues to slam his cock in your hole, head tipping over and crashing into your neck but you only let out a whimper. “p-princess” he mumbles in your skin, shakily gripping your thighs and spreading them apart, “i think im gonna cum” you feel him shake as he spills inside of you. Deep groans coating your neck, the mess accumulating on your thighs, you can call out his name but he won’t answer—almost like he’s mute, mouth filled with gasps and gurgles and his cock—swelling and dragging along your walls. he knows it’s not enough—just one more time. He thinks. He needs more reeling his hips back to push the cum deeper and deeper. “s-so good for me—fuck—pussy made for me” Mark is barely moving, hips shifting on their own as he continues pulling airy moans to the surface. struggling to hold on to your body while he dives headfirst into another high, senses overcome by pure desire—he’s chasing another tranquil abyss. knees digging into the sheets below you, arms wrapped around your body and his face pressed firmly against the crevice of your neck. He can’t go back now.

[mystellenia]

ellie with a clumsy gf ୨ৎ

summary: how ellie cares for her clumsy girlfriend

content: nothing thats nsfw!! just ellie being a cutie concerned gf

notes: answer to this req!! SHES SO PUPU BABYGIRL IN THAT PIC I WANNA BITE HER JFWIBFJWKRJR. she's actually so beautiful i can't. entirely unrelated: idk how i feel about this... but i’m trying not to be like EW I HATE THIS FUCK THIS ITS SO BAD. like i dont even feel like that but we already know how i feel about this formatting. its growing on me tho

(wc 0.39k) so short i know guys i gotta dip my feet

constantly laughing but also concerned at how you manage to trip and bump and bruise yourself up on literal air

in apocalypse au, she's always been very aware of her surroundings bc of patrol and combat and stuff so she tries to keep you out of the way of things that she knows you'll bump into

always has an ice pack chilled and ready to go in the freezer in case you bump yourself real hard and it's sore because ice helps bumps not bruise right when you get them (looking at you guys clumsy ladies write that one down)

always warns you about things right as they're happening since you get into things SO FAST

like just as you're bumping into something or dropping an item she's blurting out, "wait! there's- a shirt on the floor"/"remember- that the washing machine door is open"/"baby, you're gonna drop that- just... like you did just now. you okay?"

always asks what you did to get a new bruise. she'll notice a new one and joke, "oh, what did you do this time?" and you'll respond, "i may have walked into the dishwasher while the door was down... but this one doesn't hurt that bad 😁" it's become like a little game

she's become sooo desensitized to any bump or bang sound in the house bc she knows its just you. not to say she doesn't care about you getting hurt--she immediately throws out a "you good?!" or "you need me?"--she just knows you know what to do: ice pack or heat compress. it's routine now.

read that low vitamin c levels make you bruise easily, so always has vitamin c rich snacks stocked up. oranges and strawberries and other fruits, always ready!

she's so stupid in love that she'll cut the fruits up into hearts or try nd make the most simple little animals with them from some mother of 3's tutorial on instagram reels and genuinely gets upset when she can't recreate them.

^ like you notice her absolutely maiming some apples and ask, "ummm why are you slicing and dicing that poor apple?" and she'll mumble, "it's supposed to be a stupid crab."

and for my ladies with darker skin where bruises aren't as visible or even just pale skin that just doesn't bruise easily, she's still just as concerned. and since there is no visible warning of a sore spot, she's hurriedly apologizing after pressing on a sore spot or laying on a tender patch.

@abbysbug @picklesarenice69

hello to my clitter critters. soooooooo erm sorry about going like basically inactive for like 2 weeks i got into the fight of a lifetime with my mother 😊 we still beefing 😊 dw tho when she's old and wrinkly i’ll have power of attorney and trust the cord WILL be plugged.

like i’m joking but as of now that bitch is an opp fr

but anywhoooo i’m back. and my dinosaur of a laptop had a health scare and i thought i was gonna have to plan a funeral for her but she went to the doctor (apple store) and she's all better. idk how it still works so well now bc my mom got this when obama was still president 😆 don't y'all worry tho this motherboard does nothing but purr we chillin (the fan turns on whenever there are too many graphics moving)

[wardenparker]

Hurry Home

Frankie Morales x female reader x Santiago Garcia

Rating: E for Explicit 18+ Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Reader is described as wearing feminine clothing and having hair long enough to run fingers through. Fluff. Domesticity. Food/alcohol. Oral sex (m receiving), mention of shower sex. Summary: A small snapshot of an established poly relationship. Notes: There is no world in which I do not want to be in a poly marriage with Frankie and Pope. End of story. I hope you enjoy!

The light in the living room is still on when you come through the door; the smell of long-cooked chili wafting from the kitchen where unwashed dishes sit waiting for the morning. You drop your purse in its traditional place on the little table by the door and immediately reach down to pry the high heels off your aching feet. Too many damned meetings have fried your brain and left you craving a hot dinner and sweet cuddles. Thankfully, that delicious smell from the kitchen and the sound of Yellowstone on the television in the living room mean that Santiago is home. Alas, the gentle snoring means he has fallen asleep on the sofa.

Intent on not waking him up, you decide not to turn on the light and move soundlessly around the kitchen in your stockings and dress, glad to have rejected your heels at the door. Santi’s chili is your favourite comfort food. It’s spicy enough to clean out your sinuses but so complexly flavored that he completely betrays his years of culinary school every time he makes it. And he never minds that you scoop it up in half a bag’s worth of convenience store tortilla chips every time you need that next level comfort. Tonight, you pour absurd amounts of cheap tequila and margarita mix into a novelty pint glass and tap the microwave button to stop the heating cycle before it beeps too loudly across the apartment.

You reach blindly over to grab a spoon out of the drawer and have one plopped into your hand instead. “Jesus Christ!” You hiss, snatching your hand away and just barely managing not to drop the flatware.

The snickering giggle from your right isn’t Santi’s.

“Frankie!” You almost shriek, face splitting into an immediate smile and throwing your arms around his neck without a second lost.

 “Shh! Shhhh, love.” Frankie wraps his arms tight around your waist, breathing in the faded strains of your expensive perfume. “Santi’s sleeping.”

“I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow?” You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, smiling against his skin. He’s already stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers from whatever he’d put on that morning and he looks good enough to eat. Damn the chili, Frankie is a whole three course meal in his own right.

“I rescheduled for an earlier flight.” It sounds almost confessional, the way he quietly whispers in your ear. “I missed you.”

“Mmm,” The hum comes up from the back of your throat. “We missed you, too.”

“Is that why you have the world’s largest and saddest margarita in that glass?” Frankie smirks, raising one eyebrow at the glass on the counter next to your bowl. That awful sugary bottled cocktail mix only sneaks its way into your home when Frankie is away. As a former bartender he finds it fully offensive, but he knows you like sticky sweet drinks.

“Give me a break,” you beg, pouting fiercely. This is why you were having such a big drink tonight – not only because of the day you’d had at work but to empty the bottle before his return. “I had four meetings today, I earned this sugary tequila.”

Frankie knows how hard you work, constantly proving yourself day-in and day-out in an office full of men where you are the best educated in the room but always last to get a new client. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m only teasing.” He plies you with a soft kiss, letting it deepen when you sigh to let him in. Your reunions are like this more often than not now, after almost a decade together. In the beginning you would be fucking against a wall within minutes of the door closing, so desperate to feel each other’s touch again after a business trip or other time away that you had ruined a fair few pieces of clothing in moments of enthusiasm.

Now you linger together and let yourselves melt into each other, usually ending up going to bed early with a bottle of wine. When Santi had become a part of your romantic lives, you had become oddly more domestic, but you all quietly agreed that that was due to age and not a loss of passion. In fact, the only odd thing about it was that it had taken so long. For as close as Frankie and Santi had always been, it had taken the three of you going camping for a long weekend for something to finally happen.

Soft became sensual becomes hungry, and proof of that passion shows itself in you shoving Frankie’s hips against the kitchen counter so you can drop to your knees in front of him in synchrony with his boxers hitting the tiled floor.

“Goddamn.” Frankie’s long, thick fingers flex insistently against the base of your skull, not scratching or pulling, but encouraging as he drinks in the sight of you in the glowing shadow of the flickering living room television.

You have only gotten more gorgeous as you’ve gotten older, growing from an adorable little imp to an elegant and confident woman who owns her curves instead of hiding them. He’s always loved your body in every form, but he loves even more the way you’ve come to love yourself. With that confidence in yourself had come even more confidence as a lover – and he is more than okay with that. He simply wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t show you the vocal appreciation he has for your skills with your tongue. “Fuck, baby girl,” he moans, humming so deeply that he practically purrs.

“You know he’s just going to keep taking more out of town jobs if this is how he gets greeted at home.” Santi’s sleep-thick voice joins the rather obscene sound of your mouth leaving Frankie’s cock and your eyes flick up to Santi with an amused glint.

“Are you trying to tell me that you didn’t give him the same hello?” You tease. These men always make you smile. And moan. They always make you moan.

“Of course not.” Santi’s hand goes to his chest in mock affront before he leans down to nip at your bottom lip. “I gave him a good fuck in the shower. Obviously.”

“And I’m the one who’s spoiling him?” On your knees with Frankie’s length in one hand, you reach for the waistband of Santi’s joggers with the other and feel your smile go lopsided as your eyes grow darker. “I’ll spoil both of you, then.”

“Didn’t mean to wake you up.” Frankie apologizes by pulling Santi in close, untangling one of his hands from your hair only to catch it up in the other man’s equally thick locks as they come together in a kiss. You’ll lavish them with attention here and then they will bring you to bed where they have space to work over every inch of you – the three of you falling asleep in a sweaty pile of satisfied partners.

When Santi had joined your family, you and Frankie had become a little more domestic. You had found the piece of your marriage that you hadn’t known was missing in a clever, loving third partner, and now you can’t imagine your lives without him.

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[sachiko6243]

I belong to you

Summary: After Aubrey had dealt with her past and finally freed herself from her abusive father, Carlisle made sure to spoil her rotten, buying her a whole island in her name. A new beginning for the couple celebrated with inaugurating their new bed...

This is a part of a story I write on Wattpad (its also finished), as I am conviced this man needs more attention. Its called "Save Haven". Feel free to hop over, my account name is in my description. 🥰

Word count: 3457

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, dirty talk (a lot of it), rough, Dom Carlisle, sub reader, Minors DNI! this contains adult content!

He walked us through the house, but I was way to occupied with him and my feelings than to look thoroughly. There would be time a different day. When he stopped walking, he slowly set me down on the floor. I let go of him, watching his face through my tearstained lashes, a smile spreading over my lips. “Not to sound like I am not appreciating your gift, but why?” I asked, my voice still shaky from the crying. Carlisle shrugged his shoulders: “I wanted to make you happy.”

“You don’t need to throw away that much money, to make me happy.” I scolded him. “This is way too much. I cant take that gift. Its… how am I ever supposed to make it up to you?”

“Its not enough.” Carlisle held his ground. “You are here with me. Spending your time with me. You even considered giving up your mortality to stay with me. That’s more than I could have ever dreamed to have, more than I am even entitled to asked for. And still, I have it. This is nothing compared to the things you already gave me.”

“Its expensive! And I want to stay with you, because I love you, not because of your money. How are you even able to afford all of this? I mean, I know you are rich, but that’s clearly another level of rich.” I tried to argue, searching for reasons to talk some sense into him. But my statement seemed to do nothing more than make him laugh: “And I am very grateful that you choose me because of who I am and not what I am.” He said giving my forehead a kiss. “This is not expensive at all. Do you even know how rich I am? I have been working as a doctor for over 200 years. In the beginning I worked in two hospitals one dayshift one nightshift. There is a lot of money that starts to collect itself. More than I could ever spend. And after Alice joined us, trading on the stock market became another source of income. So please let me spoil you. It’s the least I can do.”

I just huffed, trying to retort something, but he just put a finger on my lips. “No arguing anymore. Remember what I told you on our first date?”

“That you are old school?” I asked, raising a brow in confusion.

“Exactly. And what did Bella suggest if the towns gossip would push you out of your work?” He kept on asking without giving me an explanation.

“To become your sugar babe? That was a joke, Carlisle. You cant just…” I was again interrupted. “I can and I will. I am going to be your very old school, very rich and good looking sugar daddy.” With that he simply pressed his lips against mine, ridding me of every chance of arguing back.

“God, how I missed doing that all day.” He mumbled into my hair and I instantly relaxed against his chest, taking in his masculine scent of books and smoke.

Carlisle immediately picked me up again and pressed me against the wall. Out of reflex, I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. He narrowed his eyes, as desire slowly pushed itself to the front. I swallowed and looked up at him, at those beautiful golden eyes that had grown dark with need. When I ran my tongue over my lips, I heard him groan. "And?" I asked, his strong reaction towards my lust making me cocky, heat pooling in my stomach. "What else did you miss?"

He dipped his head, his lips just above my collar bone. "You." He whispered. Cold breaths fanning over my skin made me close my eyes and whimper out in lust, goosebumps rising all over my skin. "I want you." He repeated, his voice a low growl against my skin.

I swallowed hard, as he pressed up against me, the feeling of his hard cock straining against his pants making my breathing go rigid. His hands let go of my waist; his lips skimming up to my ear. A sound rose from the back of my throat, something that felt like a purr. Warmth and desire washed over me again, and I grabbed onto Carlisle collar, saying: “Please, daddy.”

He pulled back, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with passion. After the next inhale, his lips crushed onto mine. I was pulled into a darkened tunnel of desire. His kisses were deep, drugging me senseless. His tongue, all cold and icy, luscious, and sinful, licked and probed its way into the warmth of my mouth. Whimpering helplessly, I looped my arms around his neck. My body already throbbing and aching, arousal pooling between my thighs, and he had just started kissing me.

There was no need to be hurried. His mouth devoured mine, leaving me breathless, and him oblivious to me working frantically on his clothes. “Slowly, little girl.” He groaned when he felt his vest coming undone. “Slowly.”

Carlisle grabbed my wrists to stop me. “Slowly.” He pulled away just enough, his mouth barely hovering over my lips. “Let’s make tonight count, hmmm?” His eyes had grown dark and dangerous. “How…” I started, but his cold breath fanning over my skin made reel up in need. He was able to make me go weak in the knees just by the way he touched me, and he knew it. “How slow are we talking about?” I was finally able to press out.

“Very slow.” He whispered before dragging my face in for a kiss. “So slow…” He savored the lusciousness of his words. “…that by the time I’m done with you, you won't have an ounce of strength left in that beautiful body of yours.” He wore a wicked grin on his face, walking us over to the sofa in front of the fireplace that was set on the light stone wall across the bed. He gently laid me down, hovering over me before pressing a searing kiss to my cheek, just as gentle as when he laid me down.

“I’m gonna eat your pretty little pussy, kitty.” He gingerly kissed me, fiddling with the strings of my dress. I was stunned at his sudden change in demeanor. Normally he was very careful of the others hearing our interactions. But it seemed the more time we spent together, the bolder he got. Finally, able to loosen my dress enough, he shuffled it up my body, pulling it over my head.

“Fuck.” he breathed. “Feels like you’re trying to kill me already, love.” Keeping his place between my legs, his arms trailed up my chest, playing with my tits. “So fucking gorgeous…” Placing my hands on his wrists, encouraging him to continue, I sighed “Daddy…” Head thrown back. I could swear his eyes darkened by four shades, swallowing his pretty golden hues into the abyss of his lust.

Moving from his place between my legs to help me remove my underwear in one swift motion, quickly getting right back to business as soon as he was able to. Once he was settled back between my thighs again, I could feel his hands gripping them tightly. “Such a pretty pussy you’ve got here, little one.” His face was so close to my center, his breath fanned against my skin with every word he said. “Can’t believe you’ve kept it from me for so long.” Littering my thighs with kiss after kiss, each time getting closer to my core.

“I haven’t.” I breathed out, my voice audibly shaking at his actions. He just tutted at my words. “I had to wait nearly 400 years for you to step into my life. Only to then see you being abused by another man. Forcing me to sneak around everyone’s back, only to be with you.”

My hands made their way to his hair, gently grasping his hair and tugging to emphasize my need for him. “Please, Carlisle…”

“Please what, little kitty?” He mocked coyly.

“You know what.” My hips began to rise from the sofa, searching for some relief.

“Uh uh.” He moved his head further from where I wanted it the most. “I wanna hear you say it for me.”

“I… can you… I want you to eat me out, please?” Squeezing my eyes shut, not being able to look at him, as he finally connected his lips with my center. “Oh my GOD!” His tongue traced my clit lightly, barely giving much stimulation, but even that was enough to make my legs starting to quiver.

While his tongue tracing my clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared me for feeling his tongue tracing along my soaked slit, before delicately prodding inside of me. “Fuck!” I shrieked out, his tongue trailing back to my clit before I felt his finger slowly enter my pussy. He raised his mouth from my center, looking me straight into my eyes. “For Gods sake, how I love this.” His voice was nearly a growl. “That sweet pussy of yours hooked me the moment I had my first taste. And by all what is mighty, I will never stop worshipping it.” I couldn’t help myself but mewl at his words. The way he praised me in his old-fashioned way of speaking turning my bones to water.

He was passionate about pleasing me, humming at my skin. Making sure to wait for me to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before he slowly started to thrust the single digit in and out of my core. I tossed my head back against the pillows at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of me that I could never reach myself.

“Fuck!” His finger found the perfect spot inside of me, curling to massage it gently and bringing me closer to the edge. My pussy pulsating in rhythm with his thrusts, the wet and messy sounds of my pleasure filling the room. I felt him moan, even more as he brought his free hand up my chest, pinching and pulling my nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaneously adding a second finger. 

I cried out for him. “I’m so close, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” My back began to arch off the sofa, as his ministrations went on, his fingers pounding into my pussy as his lips continued to suck eagerly at my clit. “Oh my…” I rasped, my voice hoarse and thin. “Daddy!” I yelled, as my orgasm washed over me all the sudden. Riding it out, as he refused to cease his actions on my body until I couldn’t take any more and ha to pull him away.

“I need you.” I said timidly, my gaze on the floor. “I need you inside of me.” But the way he looked at me with those dark eyes and predatory look, made me feel brave and…sexy. Carlisle let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I slipped my hand underneath his clothes, gently shoving the fabric down his shoulders. He got the hint, getting up from his knees and undressing himself, making a show for me to watch. His fair skin, scattered with scars from the many fights he had been in, giving his soft appearance a slight hint of roughness, that had me reeling in desire.

"You sound so needy.” He growled, watching me intently as I laid there, spreading my legs for him. "I love it when you are all desperate and riled up for me." He shook his head, a cocky grin appearing on his lips. And I whined at his words. "You are such a slut." He grinned, grabbing me by my neck and pulling me across the sofa to have more space to settle between my legs. But he didn’t. Standing next to me, he looked down with a smirk.

"Do you know what that dress did to me all day?" He asked, his voice a tad gentler. "I should have fucked you when you came down the stairs." A hot shiver ran down my spine and fluttered inside my core. "I would have fucked my cum so deep inside you, until you are a crying mess for everyone to hear. And then I would have had you walk back down. Nothing more than a ripped dress covering you, barely doing anything to keep your modesty, all while my cum runs down your thigh."

I winced at his word, closing my legs in embarrassment. Did he really mean that? "Carlisle…" I started, "…that’s…" I was cut off with a loud moan pushing through my lips as he inserted two fingers. His fingers curled once more, and with it, my toes. "This pussy belongs to me." He pumped his fingers inside of me, slowly crawling on top of me. "Your pussy belongs to me. And I will have it whenever I want it."

Without a warning, his fingers abandoned my needy core, his cock taking their place. The thickness stretching me out, as the head of his penis pressed against my puffy walls. He pulled out quickly, then bottomed out once more. His hands gripped my hips in a bruising hold, his thrusts just as rough. I cried out each time he filled me up. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. He had never fucked me like this before, without preparing me with his fingers thoroughly, but I relished in it. Relished in the way his balls slapped against me with a wet snap. Relished in the way he made a mess of me; my wetness being smeared around between us.

"I belong to you." I whimpered, back arching and hands gripping his biceps, as my nails failed to dig into his skin. Carlisles thrusts faltered and he finally looked at me. He pulled me flush to his chest, my bare breasts against him. Gripping my chin and looking deep into my eyes. "Say it again."

"I'm yours, Daddy. Forever." I repeated, my voice slightly muffled by his fingers gripping my chin hard. Picking up his pace again, he let go of my face, grabbing both of my hands and burying them beneath his fingers.

Like a ravenous predator, his eyes meet mine. A pleasure visible inside of them, that was beyond my wildest dreams, the high I so desperately yearned for just a tad too far to reach. “Please.” I whimpered, finally completely pushed over the edge and into submission. His previously slow pace got replaced by a more moderate one that had me gasping for air. The searing heat returning, yet this time it was more than welcomed, much like his cock, leaving not a spot untouched in its way.

“Daddy…” I whispered, not able to do much more than moan or plead his name. My head hung back, lips parted and back arching as I gave myself into his hands. Soon my moans were accompanied by his groans, showing how much this affected him as well. It was the sound of his voice, growling my name followed by a string of curses, that dragged me towards my release in fast steps.

“Carlisle, please…” I breathed out, loud enough to catch his attention. “More…” Arching my back, to press myself against his chest, unable to fight his strong hold that held me in place as he pounded into me mercilessly.  “M-More, please” I rasped.

His response was letting go of one hand and grabbing ahold of my hips, as he kept on driving himself in as deep as possible, knocking the air straight out of my lungs, leaving me clutching onto his shoulder and hand. “It’s as if you are trying to send me over the edge just by looking at me.” His voice was low, unsteady. A mere shadow of its usual self. “My pretty little girl, so eager to be ruined.” I was unable to even process his words. All I could sense was him, so I shrieked, when he let go of me and roughly manhandled my legs upwards.

With knees now brought to my chest, I could do nothing but claw at the pillows, as his strong hold kept me in place. The feeling of his cock more prominent than ever, as blind spots were slowly taking over my vision.

“Carlisle!” I yelped, but my train of thought got interrupted by another thrust.

“This is what you requested, is it not?” He growled. A mewl ripped from my throat, a series of pants and gasps filling the room before my jaw was in his grasp once more; forcing my gaze upon him. “It is what you begged me for. To give you more, is it not?” He repeated.

Not being able to do much more than gape, I parted my lips, staring into golden hues now wild and firm, boring into my soul. Even though I stared at him, I could not focus on anything, all my attention on the snapping of his hips, the feeling of his tip touching that one bundle of nerves that made me cry out in desperation. “Th-There - There!”

My words were jumbled and slurred; my brain drunk from the bliss overtaking my body one tidal wave after another. I bucked my hips, frantic for that sensation to grow stronger. “Here?’’ He drove into my core again, prompting my eyes to fall back into my head. The only word I was able to say being his name and hushed pleads, interrupted by countless gasps, and mewls.

A familiar feeling started to rise within the pit of my stomach, sending all my senses into overload. It was blistering, devastating, and I was unsure how much longer I could hold on. With Carlisles fingers now capturing my clit between his thumb and forefinger, combined with the icy heat of his kisses on my neck and shoulder, it was beyond what I could have ever asked for.

Searing, hot, like a rapid, undying fire my body started burning. With eyes barely opening I tried to warn him, yet my core did it for me. Walls clamping down, earning a curse from him, as fresh marks now stained the skin of my hips.

“C-Can’t - I can’t.” I cried out, but he cut me off with his lips, dragging me into a kiss full of passion. Hunger, vigor, intense and demanding, that’s what crossed my mind as he kissed me. “Come, my love.” His voice almost drowning in the hurdled cry that left my mouth after he parted from the kiss. “Come for me.”

It was all I needed to hear, to finally shatter around him. My vision turning blurry, as a violent jerk overtook my body, all the nerves tensed and contracted in pure bliss. It was blinding and fierce, and in a fervid moment, I arched my back, finally releasing the blistering heat inside of my body with a cry of his name. Surely heard by everyone in this house.

Trembling, that was all I could do. My frame hit the sheets, head spinning, as I was gasping for air. And I barely even noticed Carlisle being brought to his own release a shuddering growl of my name falling from his lips. The once fervent snaps melting into nothing but a few bucks until he steadily came to a stop.

Once more, my swollen lips were captured by his own, slower, gentler this time, but still as passionate as ever. Unable to come up with much resistance, I merely hummed and leaned into him; sighing as his length retreated from my core, leaving behind an empty feeling.

It took a moment for him to gather his composure, but soon he got up, he was making a run for the bathroom to get a towel to clean me up. At least that’s what I assumed; my head still too fogged up to really comprehend anything beyond the tingly feeling inside my body. Within seconds, he was back, kissing every part of my body he could reach while cleaning me up. “Rest.” It was a quiet whisper. “You did so well, little one.” He sighed, pressing a peck to my mouth. “But for now, rest.”

I could feel him picking me up and carrying me through the room. The next thing I noticed was being sat down on a soft surface. But when he let go of me, I cried out for him. Immediately his cold hands were back on my body. “Shh, my love. Its alright. Sleep now. I am here.” Closing my eyes, I registered him climbing into the bed as well. Cuddling into his side, I fell asleep, his arms holding me securely in a cold embrace.

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You can take it - Matt Casey [18+]

Requested: yes

Word count: 3,072

Warnings:… smut [teasing, degrading, praise, overstimulation, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it), brief oral - f receiving, dirty talk, lots of begging..], cocky!matt 🫠

A/n: ohhhh my gooooood

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Laying in bed with your boyfriend was the best part of your day. Always was. Especially when you just wanted to feel him around you in every way possible. Currently he had his arm under your neck, hand properly in your hair, just absentmindedly carding it through his fingers.

The opposite arm was resting on your hip, hand intertwined with yours as you let out a soft sigh. “You know what would look,” You started, pulling his hand just slightly up your side. Matt hummed faintly, glancing down at you regardless of the fact he couldn’t see your face. “Really good around my neck?”

For some reason just feeling Matt’s skin against yours had arousal bubbling in your abdomen, shifting just slightly to look up at him. His eyebrows were pulled together, eyes locked into yours. Gently you pulled at his fingers, the realization hitting on his face, “Oh-” In all honesty, he’d never even thought about choking.

Sure, he’d seen it done plenty of times in the porn he’d seen, but actually doing it? That was a different level. But as you nodded, dropping his hand and leaning over him to kiss him, he decided that he would do literally anything you wanted.

Not that that wasn’t already true. He’d find a way to walk on water if you had asked him to. But now, as your lips locked onto his, the roughness grew until he couldn’t stand being underneath you anymore.

Easily he flipped you onto your back, fingers trailing over your hips and up your sides. Matt slipped his hand under the loose shirt of his that you had on, “God you look so good in my clothes.” He muttered, leaving small marks from your jaw and down your neck that were certainly going to be there tomorrow.

That was his thing, he loved making sure everyone that worked with you knew that just because you were a bartender at a club didn’t mean you were free for them to grab at. You were taken and by a guy that would not hesitate to break someone’s face in for you.

“I think I look better without them,” You whispered in his ear, hearing the deep breath he sucked in. As smoothly as he could, he lifted the t-shirt, pulling it off and throwing it blindly to the side, face immediately going to your cleavage.

Now, you weren’t exactly cursed with a small chest and Matt would gladly live in the valley of your breasts if he could. One of his hands lifted, massaging one of them, his lips trailing underneath the other before they caught onto the nipple.

If he had the chance to get his mouth on you he took it and you adored every second of it. “Matt…” Your voice was breathy, back lifting into his touch as he softly sucked, a whine making its way through your lips.

Matt shifted himself between your legs, nudging them apart with his knee. Without much thinking you bucked your hips down, craving some sort of friction on your heat that only he could give you. And he did, moving his own down, the bulge under his sweatpants rubbing across you.

It wasn’t enough though, your hands snaking their way down, pulling him back against you with a press on his lower back. “You got yourself all worked up haven’t you?” Matt hummed, pulling away to get his own shirt off, a hand sliding over your shoulder.

He knew where you wanted him to touch you. And he could almost tell how badly but instead Matt pulled away, standing to kick his sweatpants off. You figured he’d come right back to you but instead, he grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

A gasp slipped from your mouth as he leaned forward, kissing along your stomach before reaching your mouth again. “Now where did you want these?” He mumbled against your lips, ghosting his fingertips over every possible bit of open skin he could.

Down your sides, up your thighs, just barely touching your skin as he slid his palm up your stomach. Every ghost of a touch brought goosebumps to your body. “Matt please,” You pleaded, the only layers of clothing on either of you feeling like a tease all of its own.

“Please what princess? Touch you?” Matt’s eyebrow cocked up as he pulled your hips flush to the end of the mattress. “Cause I can touch you.” He just slowly pushed up, his barely covered length rubbing against the exact place you wanted, no, needed him.

You let out a whine, squirming slightly which did nothing but make him push you down by the waist. “Oh c’mon, you can take my teasing can’t you? You’re usually so good about it.” Matt dragged his palm down, gripping tightly at your upper thigh.

His thumb slid up the soaking piece of clothing you still had on, circling your clit just slightly before he pulled away. “Or are you feeling like a little slut tonight? I mean coming onto me about wanting my hand around your throat? Can’t get any worse than that.” Matt watched as your face twisted up, aching for anything more.

As soon as you tried to rock up against him he sighed, “I guess that answers that question, can barely use your words and you want me to believe you can take it tonight?” The cockiness that came out of him when he was horny was something nobody would ever believe.

This was Matt Casey, Lieutenant Matt Casey that was nothing but a leader and front man for his firefighters. But when he was with you? The nastiest words that came out of his mouth felt like they were getting spit right onto your cunt and he knew it.

God did he know how you got when he spoke to you the way he was. “I can.” You muttered, breath already heavy as you tried to control the way your body felt like it was burning. Matt tilted his head, lifting an eyebrow.

“What was that?” He leaned forward, knowing that him pressing against you was only working you up more but that’s exactly what he wanted. “You what?”

Thickly you swallowed, throbbing against him. “I can take it.” You reiterated, voice filled with desperation. “Please, Matt.” You bit at your lip, hands planted on the mattress next to you to keep from traveling down your own body.

Softly he hummed, fingers finally looping into the upper band of your underwear, just slightly pulling at them. “Oh you can?” Matt spoke, pulling the final layer off of you, hands instantly going right underneath the wetness.

You nodded instantly, his fingers inching closer to your entrance and it felt like if you had to wait any longer you’d explode. “Yes, yes I can, Matt just – fuck please.” Your pleading only did so much, the man obliging in the slightest as he let just his thumb land on the sweet spot you’d been dying for him to actually touch.

He barely moved it, painfully slowly encircling you. It was obvious from the look on your face that it wasn’t enough, that you wanted more and more but with Matt, the build up was what mattered the most.

“I could see how wet you are without even having to touch you, such a dirty girl,” He mumbled, leaning over you slightly, “Aren’t you?” His words were rhetorical, eyes moving down your body, soaking all of you in.

Matt sighed, slightly picking the pace up as he touched you, unsure how long he’d be able to hold off, his cock already aching and no doubt bright red as he worked you over. “Matt baby, please, I need you.”

Him touching you could only go so far, you wanted him deep and buried inside of you. “I’m not exactly done with you yet,” He was quick to respond, too busy enjoying the way you were practically squirming trying to get more friction.

That of course only made his other hand grip at your hip, tightly pushing it down, “Stay still or you won’t get anything that you want.” His threat pulled a whimper from you, fighting to stop your movements. “There you go, such a good slut for me, hm?” He hummed, rolling his thumb over you quicker as a slight reward.

Just as soon as he’d done that he fully pulled his hands away, instead shifting to kiss down your stomach, eyes up on your face as your breathing picked up. He knew how worked up you got with his mouth on you.

So it wasn’t that shocking that you felt his hot breath on your already aching skin followed by his tongue gliding through your slit. “Fuck–” Your breath caught, forcing your eyes shut to keep your body from lifting or even moving against the bed.

It wasn’t easy, each movement pushed you closer to breaking his one request. “Matt please,” You could barely focus on his movements, his tongue coming up to flick over your swollen and red bud. “I can’t–” A knot slowly built itself in your stomach, willing to be pushed over the edge.

But just like he knew what got to you, Matt always knew when you were close. So with one last kiss to your clit he stood again, the air now cold where his mouth had been. “I guess you’ve been good enough tonight,” He stated, slipping out of his boxers, finally letting himself free.

You couldn’t bite back the whine of desperation that grew as your eyes fell on his length. A smirk grew on his face as he stepped towards the end of the bed again. “Now, if I’m gonna give you what you want, you’re gonna give me what I want.” Matt trailed his fingers up you, cupping your cheek.

“Anything, just please fu–”

“Fuck you, I know baby, and I will, as long as you let everyone know who is fucking you.” He slid his hand from your face to the side of your neck, leaning down to kiss you. “Can you do that for me?” His voice was raspy, so filled with lust that you could have came untouched just hearing it in your ear.

Instantly you nodded, willing to agree to anything if it meant him in you. “Yes, yes, I can.” You didn’t have a chance to get anything else out, Matt slipping into you slowly, your head falling back.

A low groan built in Matt’s throat, having to still inside you to keep from busting right then and there. “God, you always feel so good around me.” He leaned his head down, just slightly rolling his hips forward.

“Matt–”

He shifted slightly, letting his hand splay on your chest, just inches from where you wanted it earlier, and where you still wanted it now. But of course he wasn’t going to give in that easily. And you could tell with each painstakingly slow thrust that he was going to take his time with this the same way as he did his teasing.

Your hands went up to his arm, squeezing, finding anyway to ground yourself to him that wasn’t in the way of pleasure forcing itself through your body. But his every touch made your skin burn, like it was all on fire.

You were a flame and he was the oxygen that kept it going. He didn’t seem to mind the way you let your other hand slide across your chest, just wanting to feel something more, anything. And your fingers trailing over your boobs did just that, a guttural moan escaping your mouth.

“Baby please go faster,” Your words were low but he heard them, just slightly building himself up, your legs hiking up around him. Each thrust felt like he was trying to get you over the edge but none did it, the feeling instead coercing through your veins.

His name was pulled out of you again, louder as his free hand lapped at your clit, slowly and in the opposite way his hips moved against yours. “You like that?” Matt looked down at you, twisting his fingers around you as he did. “When I touch you like this?” He cocked his eyebrow up.

“Y- yes, god so much.” Your words were mixed with moans as he sped up, unable to keep up the teasing thrusts, his own arousal building as he let out a heavy breath. “God, Matt, you’re–” You got cut off with a scream as he shifted, hitting that sweet spot right inside of you.

There was no way those living around you didn’t hear the way his name flew out of your mouth, hell, it’d be insane if they couldn’t hear the way your skin was slapping together. The slickness doing nothing but making it easier for him to slide in and out.

Just as you started to build up again, you looked up at Matt, grabbing his wrist. It wasn’t enough, you needed his hand. Matt wrapped it just enough around your throat, using the grasp to brace himself as he jutted forward harsher, your entire body shifting underneath him.

You gazed up at him, entire body overwhelmed as you grew closer and closer, “Tighter,” You moaned out, his name following as you felt his grip tighten just enough that you instantly clenched around him.

His name filled the room, moans mixing together with his as he worked you through it. “You just love when I have my hand around you, hm? Love being here for my own discretion?” Matt leaned forward, biting at your shoulder. “Being a dirty whore for me?”

You whimpered softly, nodding. How did you end up here? Casually saying that hey, your hand around my neck would be nice to him pumping into you so hard you knew you were going to be sore before the night was even over.

Not that you were complaining, every movement that he did made your heart race, one final squeeze of his hand officially sending you over the edge.

Every part of you shook, your heels digging into Matt’s lower back as you lifted slightly, being pushed back down as he continued into you.

There was no way he was one and doning you, no, he had plans now. And it was obvious from the way he didn’t stop, didn’t slow that he was sure he was going to get you through it more than once. More than twice. Maybe even more than three times.

And that just made your pussy ache more than it already was. You were already dripping and the whoreish sounds coming from both your body and mouth practically shoved Matt over the edge.

His voice was low as your name slipped like honey off of his lips, his face pressing to your skin as he fucked you through his own orgasm. His warmth filled you up and you didn’t even care that he hadn’t pulled out.

You didn’t care if this ended with you pregnant. All that mattered was how good everything felt. And god did it feel amazing. Matt’s thrusts only slightly slowed in an attempt to catch his breath, his hands still clamped onto you.

That’s the only reason you knew he wasn’t pulling out anytime soon. And that you were definitely in for at least a handful of more rounds.

“You feel so fucking good Matt Jesus—“ You groaned out loudly, face red as you reached up and put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

Your lips together always felt like someone set off fireworks and shoved you two together as they went off. Practically heaven on earth.

Plus when you were together at the same time? Matt was basically a fucking angel. Literally. He pulled back, pulling you up. “You still doing okay?” He whispered, making sure he wasn’t being too rough during all of this.

And he wasn’t. It was the perfect mixture of roughness that had you weak in the knees for him. And as you nodded he peppered an army of kisses over your face.

Gently he slid out of you, standing and holding out his hand to pull you to your feet. He was aware at how wobbly you were but in seconds you were pushed against the wall with his chest to your back, his arms wrapped around you tightly anyway.

His mouth left hot kisses over your shoulders, brushing your hair out of the way as he moved up to suck a mark onto your neck. “You’re so beautiful baby,” his words mumbled against your skin.

All you could do was hum, your body still sensitive as his hands caressed everywhere he could touch. “So, so beautiful.” Matt continued under his breath before pushing back into you.

A moan slid off his lips, reverberating on your skin as he trailed his hand back up your chest. “You have been doing…” a soft bite to the shoulder, “so good for me.” A firm thrust, his hand properly grabbing at your throat in time.

Your knees wobbled as you braced yourself to the wall, Matt’s thrusts almost bringing tears to your eyes. He relentlessly moved against you, holding onto you tightly, the exact way he knew you wanted.

Somehow the blonde was always, always so detail oriented. His fingers traced or touching exactly where they needed to, like he knew exactly what buttons to press to make you orgasm again and again.

Like how right now his grip was just tight enough that you were already building up a second time, the dopamine rushing through your veins. “Matt, Matt I’m already close I—“ Your word loud against the wall as his other hand snaked over your hips, holding you tautly to him.

“Go ahead princess,” He hummed, the breath on the back of your neck being the final nail as your knees buckled, vibrating against him as you fell into pieces under his touch.

Your eyes saw white as your orgasm crashed over you, forehead leaning onto the wall along with a string of profanities.

And he didn’t stop, face twisting up as he continued into you. “Matt-“

“You wanted this right? To cum oh so badly.” He hummed, the two of you ready for an incredibly long night that would have you aching for at least the next two days.

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Swallowed Whole by The Flame (Messmer the Impaler x Tarnished! Reader) 10

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Summary: Messmer is stressed, and when he unravels, he becomes frustrated.

A/N: This chapter is labelled a spicy chapter 🌶️Warnings for this chapter: male masturbation

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Chapter 10: Undoing

"Leave me."

His personal knights, and his staff hurry out at once the tornado has made its way into his chambers, a mess of red that has consumed him body and soul.

He doesn't look back to know he's alone, he hears the many footsteps leave at once, shutting the door so that he feels some level of peace wash over him.

He would hate for his men to see him like this; wracked with shame and on the path to losing it.

Messmer likes to think he's a relatively calm man, and it takes a lot to piss him off. That thing pissing him off though was running amok and battling his men, reading his books. He allowed it, allowed her despite this entire time for some absurd unknown reason.

It didn't help that he still couldn't get out of his head the way you felt.

Your soft skin, the way you felt in his arms, the memory flashed so vividly that he thought he was truly losing it. How had this Tarnished do it-- he wonders. Perhaps it was a curse to torture him forever. It could be one of the many ways.

His insides tighten, and he's half-leant against the pillars of his darkened chambers, trying to distract himself even with his cock still hard and it's not going away. No matter what he thought, there was nothing he do to distract himself.

Curse her. He thinks, wracking a hand through his wild red locks, a sheen of sweat on his forehead makes him feel as if he's just drunk the strongest alcohol and it has lit a pyre in his gut.

The heat is too intense, the serpent calls within, and he's ripping at his clothing to be rid of the confinement, discarding his helm with a thud as he throws the red mantle off him. The cooler air hits the exposed areas of his skin. Still, it is not enough. 

He can't even close his eyes without you taking a part of his mind, the way you looked up at him when he caught you, that you knew this was all just as embarrassing as how he felt inside.

It's not the only memory that comes to mind, there are many others. When you're wearing red, his colours. When you kept your promise and returned to him on the verge of death, even when you're half bleeding all over the place and you're trying to find a way to vex him.

How could he explain himself if you accidentally found out about the tent forming between his legs.

He is half human after all, but all this had still been new to him. He had his urges, but he had quelled them before they could fester. Sometimes, he gave in, but the regret hit him hard soon after. It was never about him, never what he wished for. He was a soldier and soldiers never thought for themselves.

He was somewhat disgusted in himself for feeling this way, like some carnal beast, thinking thoughts that were so mixed that it muddled his head.

He hated her, oh, he hated the way she flounced around his Keep, grinning with blood in her teeth and breaking any bone in her body for the thrill of it, but Messmer had never felt so thrilled and enticed ever in his entire existence to witness this.

The Tarnished was merely an acquaintance, not his enemy nor a friend - not that he had many of those. Could he call upon her to be his friend? 

He had witnessed first-hand the way you were blessed by his mother's golden grace, and you had not fallen to Miquella's ways. Friend or foe, you were a distraction.

Messmer slumped in defeat, closing his eye as all distractions failed, he had come to realise one thing, the thing that his mind had been trying to deny whilst his body yearned for more.

It is the greatest of defeats he feels when his hands wound their way down his stomach, across his strong thighs and finding purchase on his hardened length.

He winces immediately, trying to ease the sensitivity by rubbing himself through his loincloth It doesn't do enough to help ease it, as the guilt hits him.

Stress consumes him to think he was so foolish to have feelings like these. He curses himself, foolish and immature, yet his hand finds a way inside, holding his length as he gives long strokes.

He almost collapses to the ground at the sharp sensations, biting his bottom lip as he tries to keep his noises at bay. He runs a finger over his tip, already leaking with precum as he smears it, helping to intensify the sensitivity. 

His precum helps his hand guide along his length, urging him to continue, harder, faster strokes have him quivering and whimpering.

His eye remains shut, but it reveals the filthiest of fantasies that have him half feverish and insane.

In them all, all he sees is you.

Your face, the way you look up at him, the way he imagines what you would look like naked, drenched in sweat, in blood, beneath him or on top. His hand doesn't tire it's spurned on by what he sees, his stomach begins to twist from the upcoming release.

He's never been this close this quickly, choking on his tears as they leak from his golden eye. Bliss is on the horizon as he quickens in his strokes, biting his lip until he's sure he tastes the bitter copper. He sees her in his fantasy, bare beneath him, moaning as he takes her, and he's closer, so, so close, until he hears the whisper of his name.

"Messmer."

His orgasm comes to him like a punch to the gut he's doubled over, failing to hide his muffled moans as his hand and the ground is covered in his essence. Pearly white drops decorate his skin, the ground is marked in his shame as he collects himself, letting out a shaky moan as he comes down from his high.

He's ashamed of himself in an instant, collecting his breath, reality coming back to him that he remembers where he is. The hand not covered in his cum runs through his sweaty hair, defeat consumes him as he tells himself he will lurk in the darkness of his room for as long as need be, just so he didn't have to see her for some time.

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You don't try to think much about Messmer's abrupt departure, believing that a man as busy as himself is a means to himself. He's part god, so you tell yourself that he has things to deal with that you cannot relate to. He does have an entire Keep to run. 

Finding a nook for you to crawl yourself into, you find yourself there pouring as much into your mind, forgetting about the world around you. The hours pass, darkness swarms around you, and it's only when you yawn, looking up, do you notice how late it is.

The wick of the candle beside you has whittled down, and you need to replace it, however, your hunger gnaws at your stomach, and you think about how late it is. You think about whether Messmer is around if he's gone to bed or not, so you tell yourself perhaps it would be best to try and find him.

Scurrying around the Keep, you find his chambers, only to be surprised to find two of his black knights standing guard outside the doors. You feel intimidated, asking if Messmer is around, only for one to answer you.

"I apologise, Lady Tarnished. His Lord is not seeing anyone at this moment."

"Ah." You say, and you're uncertain what to ask next: is he feeling unwell? Has he fallen ill? "Is he alright?"

"Yes, he's... occupied in seeing an audience."

"Alright. Would he be free for a meal?" You question.

"I'm afraid his Lord has already eaten."

Oh. What were you expecting? And where did this question come from? Your cheeks feel warm from embarrassment, and before you can feel further foolishness from it all, you turn on your heel. "Tell him I bind him goodnight then."

You don't wait for their answer, for you're scurrying towards where you believe are the kitchens, bursting through and alerting the staff that remain there. The chefs give you a careful glance before you ask if there's any leftover food. You're given a simple bowl of brown meats in a broth, and a slice of cheese with some bread, leaving you to take it with you as you scurry like a rat back up towards your chambers. By the time you reach your apartments, your chest feels as if it has a pit inside, and you're feeling rather uneasy.

Still feeling self-conscious, you nibbled at your meal until you could not eat any more. You pull the servant bell, calling upon your handmaidens to pour you a bath and to leave a glass of wine for you to have to quell your nerves. How foolish you feel, believing that this stark confidence and friendliness would be accepted by Messmer. He may have allowed your protection, but to believe he would be kind and amicable back? 

Your skin feels flush and warmed to the bone when you step into your bath, leaning your head back as you try to relax. The wine you eye in your hand is almost empty as you reach towards the bottle they left for you, eyeing it carefully.

The words are strange, but your years of learning to dissect the language allowed you to realise the bottle had come from Leyndell. How it arrived in the Shadow realm was a mystery to you, but you slowly sipped it, thinking about how you could've remembered tasting it.

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A/N: This chapter took so long to write. I've been exhausted from work that I've only been napping! I'm trying to break out of it, but it's been so tiring having no time to myself. Hopefully, things can change.

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Fairground

summary: no one wants to run into their ex at the fair

warnings: jealous Nat, very brief mention of throw up, not proofread hehe

a/n: based off a request I can’t find the ask for

word count: 1.3k

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“Nat, when we get there can we get ice cream?”

“You’re still hungry after breakfast? I thought you’d be full from all those waffles we made this morning” Natasha responded as she looked at you through the rearview mirror. A smirk on her face as she watched you buzz in your car seat from all the sugar.

“I was, but not now. So I have room for ice cream”

“Well what does mommy say? Can squish have ice cream when we touch down?”

Wanda turned in her seat to look at you as she spoke. She preached politeness so she had to practice it too. “Only if we promise to not eat it so fast we’re sick on the first ride we go on. I’m not having a repeat of last time”

This piqued Natasha’s interest, “What happened last time”

“Missy here swore she was hungry enough for funnel cake, then proceeded to throw up on the teacups after scarfing it down in record time. The operator had to stop the ride and everything”

“Now that doesn’t sound like much fun. Are you sure you’ll be able to keep it down this time?

“I’m sure. Can I get two scoops?”

Wanda sat back in her chair and softly chuckled to herself. She was glad an extra set of clothes found their way into the day bag this time.

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They made it to the fair just before lunch time. Normally this would be a problem regarding crowds and large lines for attractions, but when Tony Stark was involved, money solved everything. And money had hired out the whole fair for the Avengers and Co.

“Right” Wanda started as she knelt down so she was eye level with you. Your excited eyes darted around her face as she spoke. “What are the rules?”

“Don’t talk to strangers”

“What else?”

“Please and thank yous?”

“Yep, manners are a big one. What’s the most important rule of them all?”

“Always stay by your side. Or Nats. And no running off”

“Spot on” she congratulated you with a kiss on the cheek and a tickle of your ribs. She’d never get tired of your laugh.

Natasha held her hand out for you to hold, leading you through the entrance of the fair towards the welcoming gazebo Tony had requested be set up. A communal space equipped with air conditioning to tame the heat, lockers and whatever other luxury his credit card happened to pay for.

Everyone and their mother within the company had been invited. Well everyone on payroll and an extended invitation to their immediate family, there wasn’t a shortage of friendly faces.

“Clint, hey!” Wanda called with a wave of a hand over to him and his family. It seemed to do the trick as he smiled and jogged over.

“You guys made it just on time. We’re about to head over to the big wheel before it gets too hot to be sat in a tin box in the sky. What do you say?”

“Do you wanna go with Uncle Clint?” Wanda asked.

“What about ice cream?”

The concerned look on your face was evident of the dilemma you found yourself in. If you went in the ferris wheel, you might miss out on your treat.

“Why don’t you go on the ride with Nat and everyone else, and mommy will go get you some ice cream so it’s ready for you when you get off, how about that?”

The reach for Natasha’s hand and the toothy smile you presented was enough of an answer.

-

Wanda was hot.

She could literally feel the sweat beading on the back of her neck.

There was no respite of shade in the line for ice cream. She hoped and prayed the sunscreen she applied earlier was doing its job.

She’d make sure she got some waters’ too.

Just as she was about to move forwards in line, a hand gently placed itself on her clammy shoulder, grabbing her attention away from the vendor.

“Fancy seeing you here” the voice said. And by its lilt, Wanda knew exactly who it was without even needing to turn around.

“Olivia, hey. How’re you?”

“I’m good, thank you. You look well. Where’s Squish? Don’t tell me she’s ditched you for the teacups again”

Wanda winced slightly at the nickname. It was one Natasha had started to use for you herself. And she didn’t have the heart to tell her about its past use.

“She’s good, yeah. She’s dragged Nat on the ferris wheel with the Barton’s. I’m on icecream duty” she said as she gestured towards the line she had to leave to have this conversation.

“Ah yeah, I heard about you and Natasha. Gossip even travels to the depths of the lower levels of Stark Tower”

The tone Olivia used was laced with judgment. Gossip. As if her relationship with Natasha couldn’t be anything but playground talk.

“Well, you know what they say about interpersonal relationships-“

“Libby!”

Your excited scream and frantic feet came barrelling towards the woman’s legs. Her arms coming out to buffer your impact into her.

“Hello sweet girl” She exclaimed, bending down to hug you. “You’ve gotten so big!”

“And I’ve lost two teeth, look!”

You opened your mouth wide, revealing gaps in your teeth where two used to be housed.

“That’s so cool! Did the tooth fairy come?”

“Yep! I got ten whole dollars!”

Olivia looked up at the sudden shadow that blankets her crouching form. Finding Natasha standing over her, arm possessively wrapped around Wanda’s waist.

Standing she said, “Miss Romanoff, it’s a pleasure to meet you” hand coming out to shake Natasha’s.

Natasha awkwardly ignored the gesture. Instead reaching out to you, tucking your small body between her and your mothers.

“I’m sorry, do I know-“

“Olivia, I work down in payroll” she announced. “Me and Wanda used to be together”

The tension was palpable. It was if you could reach out and touch it.

“Right, well it was nice meeting you” Natasha said, before turning to Wanda. “Squish wants to go on the teacups. Want me to take her or do you and Libby want to buddy up?”

Wanda winced again knowing full well Olivia had heard the whole interaction as she retreated into the distance.

“Cmon Nat. I didn’t know she was going to be here”

“You didn’t know a Stark employee was going to be at a company organised day out?” Natasha's eyebrow quirked. Arms folding defensively in front of her.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. She came up to me! I was in the line for ice cream and she ambushed me”

“Can I have ice cream now?” you asked, looking up innocently at the two women.

“In a second, sweetie. Natasha, you seriously can’t say you didn’t know about her. You know everything about everyone”

“Just because I knew of her doesn’t mean I liked seeing her act like that around you. Around Y/N. All friendly and close”

It wasn’t until Wanda saw how pouty Natasha was that it dawned on her.

“You’re jealous,” it was more of a statement than a question.

“No I’m not. I just didn’t like her. She gave off weird vibes”

“You do know there’s nothing to worry about, right?”

All Natasha did was look down at you and shrug. Trying to avoid eye contact with her girlfriend. “If it’s any consolation, Y/N never wanted Olivia to go in the ferris wheel with her”

Natasha hoisted you up on her hip when you started pulling at the edge of her shirt. Nosing your sun cream scented skin trying to calm herself down.

“What else?” Natasha asked after a moment.

“Hm?”

“What else do I do better than her?”

Wanda snorted, “I think if I listed them all we’d be here long after the fair closes”

“I’m willing to wait. Oh look, and we’ve got a food truck right next to us. How convenient”

“Ice cream?” You asked again. Getting impatient.

“The child has spoken. A vanilla cone with a side of complements please!”

Good job Wanda had compliments to spare.

[awfullordhenry]

Caught Ya Doc! (Scout x Medic) (Giant/Tiny Vore) (Chapter 2)

It was the next morning. The sky was mostly blue with a yellow horizon. The Sun was shining a bright dandelion that touched anything in its way. It beamed through the window where Scout's room is. Scout was lying on his back with his mouth open and snoring.

Medic was underneath Scout's right hand while he snug on top of his unclothed chest. He was comfortable throughout the night, surprisingly. The sun rays hit his face, causing him to wake up.

He yawned and stretched, then saw Scout's face and realized that the rest of his colleagues would find him on top of his chest, including Heavy. Medic slowly gets up, not to wake up the giant. He carefully crawls out of his hand and tip toes away from him. However, Scout has woken up and finds Medic standing up. "Hey, Doc!" He exclaimed before Medic froze in place.

"Going somewhere without me?" Scout said with a smirk on his face. "N-no, I'm not -" " yea you are! Why not take me with ya?". Scout plucked Medic by his collar and levels him to his face. He licked his lips while Medic was making a nervous laugh.

"Scout, zhis is getting awkward." "Yea, but at least I have a new home for you. I haven't had breakfast yet ~."  Scout said while he rubbed his belly. Medic was confused by the comment and said, "Vhat are you talking abo-".

Scout, out of nowhere, pasted his warm tougue on Medic, much to his distress. Medic tried to escape from the giant's maw. "Aww, but you look tasty!" Scout mumbled. "SCOUT WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?!" "Because I'm starving!"

Medic thought about Scout's saliva and how nice and warm it felt. "Well, on second thought, your saliva felt so... wonderful...". Scout felt obligated to eat the morsel, so he opened his maw and gently put him in it. "NO WAIT, I DON'T MEAN BY EATING ME -" Medic screamed until Scout closed his mouth. The giant tilts his head upwards and swallows Medic.

Scout is now satisfied and happy with something inside his plump belly! "Damn it, Scout, why do you have to eat me?" Medic grumbles. He was struggling inside of the muscular prison. He was pushing back the stomach walls to prevent them from crushing him. He felt immediately comfortable with the heat and almost fell asleep.

Scout's belly is almost growling for any second. "Aw crap, I need to keep him quiet!" He said while holding his belly. Medic was feeling the movements of his kidnapper, including him getting off of his bed. He pressed his ear to try to listen to outside noises. He heard a muffled cloth like sound, assuming that Scout had put on his shirt.

Medic can feel Scout walking, probably to another room where the rest of his colleagues would be. He listened to the familiar voices from the outside. "Yo, wassup? Am I too late? " Scout said. "SCOUT, YOU'RE 5 MINUTES LATE!" Soldier replied aggressively. Medic covered his ears with how loud Soldier's voice is.

"AND WHERE'S MEDIC?!" Soldier continues. Medic's ears perked when his name was mentioned, so he kicked Scout's stomach walls for freedom. Scout felt the kick and said, " 'cuse me for sec' ". He ran to a private area where he could try to tire out his prey. "Alright, you little shit, you wanna get out? This'll make ya pass out!".

Scout walked up into a wall and pressed his belly against it, crushing Medic in the process. Medic screamed in pain while Scout tried to make him quiet. Medic then realized that he had injectable emetics this entire time! He reached for his pocket and grabbed the needles, and stabbed them into the stomach walls. Scout felt the pain and got on fours.

Scout gagged for 5 seconds before throwing up Medic along with some vomit. Medic slowly got up while Scout recovered. Scout looked at Medic and said "look maybe I shouldn't eat ya anymore. I could kill ya!". Medic responded with, "It's okay, Scout...I forgive you...". Scout gently picked up Medic and held him against his cheat like a puppy.

Scout's heartbeat is robust and fast. Medic was mesmerized by his heartbeat. He did checks up with him, but actually listening to his heartbeat up close, and being the size of a mouse is better! Both of them looked at each other, with Medic smitten with Scout. "Scout, I have a confession to make, but promised me that you won't tell anyone." he said while Scout nodded at him with trust. "I-I-I" Medic shuddered.

"What doc, what?" Scout said impatiently. "I love you..." Medic whimpered. Scout's eyes lid up with excitement upon this information. "Y-you really mean it?!" He said while standing up. "Yes..." Medic responded calmly.

Both of them lean into their faces for a kiss. However, before they touch lips, Solder yelled out Scout's name. Scout gently tucked Medic in his right pocket and sprinted towards the other direction. He went into the room where Soldier was. "Ay yo, wassup?!" Scout said while Soldier is visibly annoyed.

The administrator's voice came from speakers saying, "Mission begins in thirty seconds." The 8 mercenaries immediately get into position for battle. Scout is worried that both him and Medic will get hurt or killed during battle. He went to his locker and picked up his typical weapons. The same voice on the speakers blurred out, "Mission begins in 20 seconds."

Medic slowly grasped the fabric of Scout's pocket for safety as the countdown finishes. Scout speed through the door and into the battlefield. Scout has been running for a long time that Medic felt sick. Scout stopped moving when he heard he encountered the BLU Scout. The BLU is the female counterpart of the RED Scout, with a pony tail on the back of her head and knee long shorts.

"Hey, loser. Planin' on dying all over again?" BLu Scout said while the 3 inch Medic is trying to escape from the situation.

[freesia-writes]

Chapter 32: Catastrophe

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance. COVER ART BY @zaana!!

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The trooper stumbled as he dismounted his speeder bike on a quiet platform in the lower levels. Clasping a hand to his head, he made his way into the warehouse, slipping through a narrow crack in the doors after a surreptitious glance around. Dropping quickly down the central shaft that connected the underworld to the surface above, the Marauder blasted an escaping probe droid with one precise shot and landed on the same platform a few minutes later, tucking its wings neatly as it settled onto the durasteel. The stairs unfolded, Tech charging down them before they even hit the ground. Why he was so invested in what may be a complete fluke, he didn't know. But there was something in the conviction of the clone's voice, as well as the disproportionate response from the Chancellor's troopers, that made him want to hear more. And he was fairly certain the trooper wouldn't be given the chance if the Coruscant Guard got to him first.

His footsteps echoed as he ran past the stacks of crates and other random items in the warehouse. He was grateful to be back in his armor as he scanned the area with his helmet visor, identifying a heat signature off to the side. A hurried explanation to Vel had gotten them both on the ship immediately, and he'd scrambled to change out of his costume while instructing her on the nuances of piloting the ship. The clock was ticking as he approached the clone, who was leaning heavily against the wall, one arm clutched around his middle as he breathed heavily.

Judging by the tone of his voice in the refresher and the current circumstances, Tech decided on the best course of action – one that wouldn't leave anything up to chance, especially in the clone's agitated state. He crept silently until he had a straight line of sight, then lifted his blaster and pulled the trigger. A bright blue oval dropped Fives where he stood, and Tech was on him instantly, throwing his unconscious body over his shoulder and sprinting back to the ship.

* * *

The shimmering blue lines of hyperspace were usually a comforting sight to Tech, but he couldn't stop jiggling his leg and shifting in his seat, constantly revising the scenarios in his mind in an attempt to discern the next steps. The clone was passed out in Vel's quarters, which now functioned as a prison again with the door securely locked, and she had finally freed herself of the costume, back in a simple tunic, pants, and boots. The makeup, however, would have to wait. She approached him in the cockpit, noting his anxious behavior, and settled into the seat beside him.

"Do you have a chance now to fill me in on what the heck is going on?"

"This clone is allegedly aware of a large conspiracy involving the clone army, the Jedi, and the Chancellor. He was trying to contact his captain, but the Coruscant Guard seemed to be doing everything they could to prevent that, which gives me pause. I... kidnapped him... for further investigation."

"Geez, Tech! They're going to be coming after us now!" Vel said in alarm, eyebrows drawing up in the middle. "Why were you even involved? Nevermind... What are we doing to do with him?"

"I am not certain. I do not believe our involvement will be identified, as I destroyed the probe droid they were using to follow him. However, I do not doubt there are surveillance cameras and other such security measures that could be accessed. At this point, it is a race against the clock to expose the plot, if there is one, before the signs point back to us."

"I think I preferred the costume contest," Vel said miserably, rubbing her face with her hands and completely forgetting about the makeup.

* * *

The next few days felt like a blur. The entire galaxy was turned upside down as the truth about the inhibitor chips and the Chancellor's sinister intentions for the clone army was revealed. All was thrown into complete chaos. The war was over. The clones were free. The Senate scrambled to maintain a semblance of structure and plans. Palpatine was punted into the enclosure he'd created to hold the Zillo beast, where the creature proceeded to gobble him up so thoroughly that even pure hatred couldn't keep him alive.

Clone Force 99 had remained on Kamino, and as the whole thing came to light, they began to wonder what their future would hold. They wanted to remain together, although they bickered furiously about every single nuance and detail, and it became quickly apparent the role that Echo had come to fill in their dynamic. Fortunately, he was discharged a day later, fitted head to toe with advanced cybernetics that were as practical as they were comfortable. And it just so happened that it was the same day that Fives was dismissed from his endless witness testimonials and media interviews, rejoining the Batch on Kamino to thank them for their part.

The door to their barracks whooshed open, admitting Echo, who was wearing the simple medical apparel given to all patients. Crosshair was making love to cleaning his rifle in a corner, Wrecker was arguing with Tech over a schematic spread across a table, and Hunter was in deep conversation with Fives near the large windows that made up nearly an entire wall. Vel had escaped to Tech's bunk, where she was engrossed in a holonovel, but she greeted Echo warmly when she saw him return.

"Heyyy, look at you! How do you feel?" she said brightly, laying the datapad on the bunk beside her.

"As good as I ever will, I guess," Echo answered with a shrug, although there was a distinct curve to his lips that suggested a hidden smile lurking beneath the sarcasm.

"Well, it's good to have you back. Apparently some stuff has happened," Vel teased, and Echo rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, no kidding. I heard bits and pieces in the med bay, but..."

His words drifted off as Fives stood up, staring at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. Echo fell silent, taking in the shaved head, which was new, and the goatee, which was not. Fives approached him step by step, moving as though he were wading through mud, face as white as if he'd seen a Force ghost.

"Echo?" he said, his voice cracking with emotion.

The brown eyes in Echo's pale face melted, revealing a softness and joy like beams of sunlight breaking through clouds. "I'm back," he said with a shrug, which was immediately frozen in place by Fives' arms squeezing him in a giant hug, a huge grin across both their faces.

"How did no one tell me about this?!" Fives yelled, swinging Echo back and forth so vigorously that he began to protest. "What the kriff! Alright..." he said, suddenly businesslike as he released his vice grip. "You have a lot of explaining to do." His stern tone was belied by the beaming delight on his face, and Echo clapped him on the back as they headed for Echo's bunk, deep in conversation within seconds.

"Well that's adorable," Wrecker said, wiping a tear from his eye with a large knuckle. Tech took this as a sign that their dispute was over (and that he had won) and rolled up the schematic blueprint they'd been studying.

"I believe it is time we made some concrete decisions about our desired future and the next steps to attain it," he announced, oblivious to the tone in the room.

"Let's go wherever you want," Echo called over Fives' shoulder, waving his scomp arm in an expressive gesture. "I'm sure you already have it figured out already." The two of them chuckled like mischievous schoolchildren in the yard, putting their heads back together for further discussion.

"I do have a variety of options, each with their advantages and drawbacks..."

"Just give it a minute, Tech," said Hunter, rubbing his forehead with a hand. "No one is kicking us out this minute."

Vel caught Tech's gaze across the room, a little half-smile of understanding on her face. They'd had a few discussions, stealing away in quiet moments which were few and far between, casting a vision for a potential future that neither of them had ever dreamed they could have. It had felt surreal, combining their interests and preferences, painting a picture of an idyllic and quiet life full of curiosity and exploration, hard work and fulfillment. Vel didn't know it, but Tech had already made plans and had even solidified some of them on his own.

His only remaining task was convincing the rest to go along with them.

* * * 

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[abitohoney]

All I Want for Christmas Is You

Chapter 5 of 6 - All I Want For Christmas Is You AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, AU - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Humor, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay (nothing extreme), Begging, Strap-Ons, Face-Sitting, Corny & Cheesy Dialogue, kinda sappy

Word Count: 8.5k

Fic Summary: It’s your first year spending the holidays with Sevika, and though the two of you couldn’t be any different in your level of holiday spirit or view of the traditions that come with it, your shared adoration (and sexual attraction) for each other is more than enough to get both of you through it together.

A collection of little holiday-inspired scenes, technically chronological, but really could be read in any order or as stand-alone oneshots. Includes a nice blend of sugar (fluff) and spice (smut).

Chapter Summary: It's Christmas day, and not only do you get to spend it with your favorite person, it's also the first snow of the season. Can you convince Sevika to partake in the snow related festivities, or will the Grinch in her win out? (Was supposed to be just fun and fluff (the tooth rotting kind), but apparently I’m too horny, so enjoy a little smut at the beginning too!)

AN: Another fic already complete on AO3 that I'm bringing to Tumblr. Guess it's Xmas in April. 🤷‍♀️

Light filters in through the crack in your bedroom window shades. The brighter than usual beam aligns perfectly over your closed eyes. Pulling the sheets over your head, you feel Sevika’s warm body shift behind you. Her prosthetic arm, still snaked around your waist from where she placed it the previous night, pulls you closer against her bare chest. Warm breath tickles the hair at the back of your neck as she nuzzles into it and releases a deep sigh. A smile paints your face, delighted by how content your girlfriend is with having you near. As your head starts to clear of its morning fog, you realize what day it is.

“Sevika!” you whisper with barely contained excitement as you throw the sheet off both your naked bodies. When all you receive is a muffled groan against your neck, you try to pry her heavy arm off your body so you can sit up. Apparently she has other plans though, as she only holds you tighter and murmurs a curt, “No.”

“Sevika! It’s Christmas!” you say louder, and this time she releases her death grip on your body in favor of rolling onto her back and covering her face with a pillow. Now free, you sit upright, ignoring the way your body trembles and your skin prickles with goosebumps at the loss of her body heat in the chill of your bedroom. Scooting off the bed, you make your way to your window and push the curtains open to peer outside, curious as to why it’s so damn bright out this morning.

“OMG SEVIKA” you scream, no restraint in the volume of your voice this time.

Sevika immediately sits upright, head whipping in your direction as she prepares to save you from what must be something dangerous. Why else would you shriek like that? Her narrowed, bleary eyes take in your naked form silhouetted by the light pouring in through the now fully exposed window.

“IT SNOWED!” you squeal as you spin to face her.

The concern on Sevika’s face immediately fades into annoyance. Releasing a frustrated sigh, she falls back against her pillow, but stares blankly at the ceiling. She’s not going back to sleep, not after you startled her wide fucking awake. And not with you currently… frolicking around the bed to her side. “Babygirl,” she groans as you look down at her, all smiles, “It’s too early.” She can’t be upset with you though, not when you look so fucking adorable. Her lips pull up into a tiny smirk and she reaches out to run the backs of her metal fingers lightly down your side and over the swell of your hip.

Those ice cold digits paired with the feather light touch send chills down your spine and another wave of goosebumps across your skin. The way your body trembles in response does not go unnoticed by Sevika.

“You’re cold, sweetheart,” she purrs, her morning voice somehow impossibly deeper- huskier. That alone is enough to raise your body temperature a good several degrees. “Let me warm you.” She slips her prosthetic fingers around the back of your thigh, just beneath your ass cheek, and tugs gently- urging you to join her in bed again.

Your smile falters, legs aching with want as you watch her dark eyes rake over your naked body. “But Sevika,” you whine, “I want to open gifts and go enjoy the snow with you.”

“Later,” she insists, and you let her guide you onto the bed. Her hands slip around either side of your waist as you crawl onto the bed on your knees. She guides you so that you’re straddling her wide hips, her hungry eyes focused between your spread thighs. “Let me eat first,” she husks.

Smile completely gone now, replaced with a look of desperation- want- need, you whimper at her implication. You can't argue with such a tempting demand. So you let her have her way and allow her to pull you slowly up the bed and over her naked body. When your knees reach as far as they can go- blocked by her arms- she moves them to slip between your open legs and reaches up to grasp your sides. Locking eyes with you, she pulls you further up the bed. And with each step closer to her waiting mouth, you feel the fire in your belly grow hotter, and the muscles in your legs grow weaker. Once you’re aligned and hovering over her mouth, her hands slide down to your hips. Without breaking eye contact, she starts pressing open mouth kisses along the inside of one of your thighs, teasing you. Then she moves to the other thigh and nips at your heated flesh, drawing sweet little mewls from your parted lips with each bite.

Fully aroused and past any hope of controlling your own body, all you can do is stare down at Sevika’s lust-filled eyes and watch as she draws a deliberate line with her tongue, directly over the bite marks she just left. Your legs tremble, and the low chuckle she releases in response only weakens them further. Feeling a tug at your hips, you let her guide your body down, slowly sinking towards her plush lips, all while she drags the tip of her tongue up along the inside of the first thigh.

Unsure you’ll be able to hold yourself up by just your legs any longer, you grab for the headboard. Your controlled descent- and subsequently her tongue- stops just before she reaches the apex of your thighs. The whimper of disappointment and desperation that leaves your parted lips is pathetic. Though that ought to leave you feeling embarrassed, you know Sevika gets a thrill from having that power over you, and you can feel proof in the way her lips curl into an arrogant smirk against your skin.

Heated gaze still locked with yours, Sevika watches your lids droop as she takes a deep breath through her nose, then releases it with a deep hum of satisfaction. It’s such a lewd act, and yet it makes your walls clench around nothing.

Unable to take the prolonged teasing any longer, you silently plead with your eyes for her to get moving- to put that wonderful mouth of hers to work. When all she does is run her nose through the small patch of hair above your aching cunt, you turn to vocalizing your needs. “Sevika,” you whimper, “No more teasing, please.”

Her stormy eyes sparkle with mirth, pleased with how much of an effect she has on you- on your body. Continuing to run her nose over your mound, she husks, “I’m just savoring the aroma of my meal before I eat it.”

Janna, she talks so filthy.

Your nails dig into the soft wood of the headboard you’re currently grasping as you fight the desire to just grind against her beautiful face. However, you’re not prepared for when you feel her blow a stream of breath across your wet heat. Your hips instinctively rock forward, her nose brushing along your throbbing clit and sending a wave of pleasure through your lower half. ”Fuck!” you choke out.

Sevika, also seemingly not expecting your physical reaction, growls against your cunt. A warning not to do that again. Digging her fingers into the forgiving flesh of your hips, she moves you back in place above her, just a hairsbreadth from her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, “I didn’t mean to. It just felt so goo-” your apology falters, fading into a moan as you feel her trace the tip of her tongue just along the outside of your entrance. Apparently she’s already forgiven you. Another round of teasing the perimeter, and then you feel the pleasant drag of her tongue through your folds. She only just barely breaks the surface though, and it takes every ounce of your willpower not to buck against her face.

She knows exactly what she’s doing. Knows how to tease you. To only give just enough to keep you wanting more. To have you trembling above her. Each time her mouth meets your cunt, she gives you just a little more than the last.

Her tongue delves deeper between your folds and your eyes flutter shut. She prods- like the ungodly expert she is- at your wet hole, sinking that delightful tongue of hers deeper each time. Nails digging delightfully sharp into your hips, she pulls you further down onto her face until you’re practically resting your full weight on her. And Janna, how your eyes roll behind your lids when you feel her tongue curl and drag along your walls as she- ever so slowly- lifts you back up.

“S… Sevika,” you mewl, but she doesn’t hear you. She’s too lost in her own reverie at the taste of you filling her mouth. Lifting her head she presses her lips against your cunt as she laps with renewed hunger. Her own deep, hum of satisfaction sends vibrations straight to your clit, further threatening your resolve.

“Tha- that feels- so good,” you moan, and that’s all the encouragement she needs to pick up the pace.

She pulls you back down onto her mouth, her nose buried alongside your clit. Her hands force your hips to roll down and over her face. Her tongue fucks you with each decent, and her nose rubs along the sensitive bundle above with each drag forward.

Your head lolls back, and your legs finally give way to the overwhelming pleasure, but Sevika never wavers in controlling how your body bounces and grinds over her face. Belly burning with your impending orgasm, you try to communicate how close you are, but all that falls from your parted lips is a string of nonsensical pleas and whines.

In the back of your mind, you realize Sevika is making her own sounds of pleasure, groaning each time she feels your walls clench around her tongue. Tilting your head forward, you force your bleary eyes open to peer down at her.

Sevika’s ravenous gaze is focused on your bouncing breasts. Her head bobs and switches angles as she intentionally rubs that perfect nose of hers along your clit. And you’re certain that site alone could push you over the edge.

Removing one hand from the headboard, you grab one of your breasts, kneading, pinching and playing with it as if it were Sevika’s hand. It’s nothing compared to hers, but you aren’t doing it for yourself. You’re doing it for her. To reward her. To excite her. And it obviously works.

In one swift motion, she’s pulling your clit to her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and sucking with just the right amount of pressure- all while releasing a guttural groan that you swear you can feel down to your toes.

You scream. Your orgasm hits you unexpectedly and intensely. But that scream almost instantly devolves into a broken sob and incoherent babbling as your muscles spasm with each pulsating surge of pleasure that races through your body. Clutching the headboard to keep from completely collapsing, you abandon all restraint and wrap your thighs around Sevika’s head, keeping those delightful lips in place around your clit as you ride out your high.

When you finally start to come back to reality, you gaze down at Sevika through clouded eyes. All you can see are those beautiful, stormy gray eyes focused on yours, and the top of her head. It only just starts to dawn on you that not only are you sitting on her with your full weight, you also have the sides of her head in a vice grip between your thighs.

“Shit,” you huff, “I’m- I’m sorry.”

She doesn’t say anything- understandable given she has a mouthful of cunt forced on her- but she also doesn’t seem upset. Quite the opposite rather. She looks almost fucked out herself with how relaxed her brows are and how glazed over her eyes are. Then you realize she’s also no longer holding your hips. Her hands are sitting limp against the mattress at her sides. She willingly allowed you to fully sit on her face.

Oh gawd.

You need to get off her, but your legs feel like jelly. And although she’s no longer actively sucking, her lips are still wrapped around your very sensitive clit. Any amount of movement is going to cause overstimulation, and you’re still too fucked out to handle that.

“Sevika,” you say meekly, “I- I can’t sit up on my own.”

Her eyes twitch, as if coming into focus, and she slowly lifts her hands to grasp your waist. With little to no effort, she carefully lifts you off her face, but the sight that reveals has your body aching with new arousal. Several strings of- saliva? Your release? Both? Whatever it is, it hangs connected between your weeping cunt and her lips. On top of that, her mouth and chin is absolutely coated- glistening. You can’t help but whimper wantonly.

“Made quite a mess, babygirl,” she says, her voice even huskier than usual. She sets you down over her stomach, apparently not caring too much about messes considering you’re now leaving those various fluids on her there too.

“That’s technically your fault,” you point out with a weak smile. You're exhausted.

“I’m not even talking about my face.”

Brows furrowed, you search around her head, clueless as to what other mess she could be referring to. Coming up with nothing, you ask, “What do you mean?”

She nods her head to something behind you and you glance over your shoulder even more confused.

“Look down, sweetheart.”

You do, eyes traveling up the length of her legs, to the apex of her spread thighs-

Oh shit!

“Sevika! Did- did you cum from that?” you ask, wide-eyed and completely astonished. You turn back to her as she wipes the back of her flesh hand across her face.

She doesn't answer. Just smirks up at you. Apparently that's a 'yes'.

You’re speechless. Not a damn thing you can think to say to that.

“You just stay here. I’ll get us cleaned up,” she says and helps move you off her and onto the bed.

Lying on your back, you stare blankly up at the ceiling.

Sevika got off…from you getting off.

Hearing Sevika’s heavy footfalls as she comes back into the room, you adjust your head to watch her approach the side of the bed.

“You alright?” she asks with a cocky smirk. She knows you’re more than alright, but you’ll feed her ego.

“I’m feeling really good. You blow my mind every time, Sev.”

The corner of her mouth tugs higher and she starts wiping down the insides of your legs with a warm, wet cloth. When she gets to where you’re still terribly sensitive, she’s extra careful not to cause any discomfort. It warms your heart to see how someone so big, grumpy, cocky and brutish can be so gentle and caring with you, and only you.

Once the two of you are freshened up, Sevika crawls back into bed with you. Lying on her back, she wraps her human arm under you when you roll onto your side to face her. She pulls you closer as you snuggle up to her side, resting your head on her shoulder. With an arm draped across her chest and a leg over her thigh, you release a contented sigh. Closing your eyes, you focus on the steady rise and fall of Sevika’s chest. You feel her press a kiss to the top of your head and you’re certain if you lay like this for too long, you’re going to fall right back to sleep.

“We should get up before we both pass back out,” you murmur after several blissful minutes of just cuddling with your girlfriend.

Sevika hums a noncommittal response. She’s going to make you be the one to push you two to get up. Again.

Reluctantly, you sit up and scoot to the end of the bed before hopping down and making your way to the dresser. Grabbing underwear for both of you, you sling hers across the room. It lands on her face and you make no effort to hide your giggles as she groans. You slip into yours then grab the matching pajamas and socks you bought specifically for today. “Here. Put these on too,” you say and toss hers. They land right smack in the center of her face just as she’s sitting up.

She narrows her eyes at you, to which you offer her your best innocent smile.

“More matching shit?” she grumbles as she picks up her clothing.

“It’s not as bad as the sweaters, I promise,” you reply while slipping your green, fluffy socks on. Then you follow with the red plaid pajama pants and long-sleeved top. Sevika has the same combo, but in swapped colors. And just like with her sweater, you removed the left sleeve to allow her prosthetic to slip through more easily.

Coming to stand beside where Sevika sits at the edge of the bed while slipping her last red sock on, you give her a quick peck on the cheek. “You look cu-” you pause, knowing she hates being called ‘cute’, “You look nice.”

She stands up beside you, not looking entirely pleased with her getup, but she also isn’t complaining like she did with the ugly sweater.

Progress!

“Now we can go outside," you exclaim, and without giving Sevika a moment to reply, you take hold of human wrist and drag her out of the bedroom, towards the front door. “I’m so excited!” you squeal. Grabbing your winter coat, gloves and boots, you ignore Sevika’s muttered, “Obviously.” from behind you. Geared up for the cold, you turn to find Sevika begrudgingly slipping into hers, but she’s taking her damn sweet time. “C’mon, Sev. Don’t be such a Grinch. You’ll have fun.”

Once Sevika is fully dressed in her winter attire, you throw the door open and dash outside. Sevika, far less enthused, slowly trudges out behind you.

With her back to you as she turns to close the door, you make a hasty snowball and launch it in her direction. Not only does it land, it nails her square in the back of her head. She flinches, her shoulders jerking upward. A nice glob of snow sticks to her dark hair and you have to cover your mouth with a gloved hand to stifle the giggles that slip past.

Sevika turns slowly, deliberately, to face you. Narrowed stormy eyes land on you, and you know this is going to be the damn flour incident all over again. Without removing her eyes from you, she kneels down and scoops up a nice sized ball of snow. Sensing an impending onslaught of snowballs, you give yourself a head start and spin to run towards the side of the house, giggling as you go. You don’t get far though, before you feel something smack you hard in the center of your ass. You yelp, nearly tripping from the sheer force in which you were hit.

Damn she’s got good aim!

“Why you running, babygirl?!” she calls from behind you tauntingly.

“Cause I don’t want to be covered in snow!” you yell as you round the house to the back yard. The snow is thicker there and- as luck would have it- one of your boots get stuck. You fall down- face first- into the thick snow. With the amount of momentum you had from running, you sink far enough to cover most of your body. Through the snow covering your ears, you can hear a muffled taunting chuckle and the crunch of approaching footsteps. Then you’re suddenly being pulled out of the snow by the collar of your coat before being set back down on your haunches.

“Were you running from me or yourself?” Sevika teases as you work to brush off the snow from your- everything.

“Haha,” you reply mockingly once your mouth is free of snow. Sevika's boots move into your view as she steps in front of you. Slowly, you tilt your head back to glare up at her shit-eating grin.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. I didn’t do this to you,” she sneers. She offers you her hand though, which you reluctantly take. She pulls you to your feet with enough force that you stumble into her hard form.

Hands pressed against Sevika’s chest, you tilt your head back to shoot her another nasty look, but she only smirks in return.

“Hey, where’s that pretty smile?” she asks in the smooth, sexy voice she knows will make you easily forgive and forget. She brings her gloved hand to your face, gently swiping away remnants of snow from your cold cheeks.

You try not to let your pout slip into a smile, but when her smirk softens and her arms slide around your back to pull you closer, you lose it. Grin back in place, you give her a playful shove, which -as expected- doesn’t do much of anything. Can’t exactly move a mountain. “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” she asks, but you know she’s playing dumb with the way her lips curl higher.

“Be all sweet, and smooth and sexy when I’m mad at you.”

She chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I like your smile.”

Okay. Really can’t be mad at her now.

You won’t give her the benefit of a response, but she sees how that makes your smile grow. When she lets her hands fall back to her sides, you take a step back and peer down at the indent your body left in the snow. Struck with an idea, you turn back to Sevika. “I bet you’ve never made snow angels before, have you?” Taking her arched brow as a ‘no’, you trudge through the thick snow to a spot that looks a bit shallower. “It’s fun. Did this all the time as a kid,” you say before stretching your arms out at your side and falling back into the snow.

Sevika stands several feet from you, watching with mild amusement as you start moving your arms and legs across the snow several times.

“Okay. Help me up, but don’t step on my angel.”

You can tell by the way her lips twitch that she wants to say something snarky, but she comes to your aid silently. Taking her hand once again, you let her pull you to your feet, then turn to face your creation. “See! It’s a snow angel!”

Sevika stares down at the displaced snow, clearly unimpressed.

“Really? Nothing to say?” you pout and plant your hands on your hips. “Let’s see you do better!”

“I’m not doing that.”

“Oh come on, Sev. It’s something everyone needs to experience at least once.”

“No.”

Fine. If she won’t do it willingly…

Not learning from your earlier attempt to shove her, you pull your hands far back before shoving them full force- throwing all your body weight into it- into Sevika’s chest. To your surprise- and hers- you do manage to cause her to take a small step back to balance herself. Your eyes widen while her brows raise.

“Babygirl, you really want me to do it that badly?” she asks. When she sees you prepare to give pushing her another try, she grabs your wrists before your hands can connect with her chest again. Sighing, she relents, “I’ll do it. Just this once.” Your resultant giggles have her shaking her head, probably wondering why she puts up with your silly ass. Arms spread wide just like you had, she checks over her shoulder, then turns to you with an eye roll, a muttered, “You owe me,” and then finally falls backwards.

Janna, what you would give to somehow capture this image forever. Sevika is lying in the snow before you, grumpy face firmly in place, while she makes a fucking snow angel. A half-assed snow angel, but a snow angel nonetheless.

Once she’s done, you offer her your hand. However, when she arches a brow, you realize there’s no way you’re going to be helping her up, so you let your arm drop to your side and take a step back out of the way. “Careful not to mess it up!” you tell her as she moves to stand on her own.

On her feet, the two of you look over her handiwork. It’s comically larger than yours, and honestly not much like any angel you've seen. “Not bad, but I think it needs something,” you say and make your way to the top of her ‘angel’.

Sevika watches as you draw two long, curved lines above her head. Then you move to the side and draw a squiggly line coming from her lower back, and add a little triangle at the opposite end. “What the hell is that?” she grunts.

“Horns and a tail. I think a devil suits you much better than an angel,” you tease. The innocent smile you flash her starts to falter when she meets your gaze and her lips curl into a sinister smile.

“That so?” she sneers, “Well this devil has a penchant for corrupting sweet little angels.”

“Sev, no!” you squeal when she moves to grab you, but you remain rooted, knowing after your earlier mishap that running is futile. Not only does she grab you, she throws you over her damn shoulder. The shrill yelp that rips from your throat has her chuckling. “Sevika! Put me down!” you screech, kicking your feet helplessly as she starts to carry you back toward the front of the house.

“No.”

“At least carry me nicely!” you demand.

“Devils don’t do things nicely.” she sneers, but you can hear that playful inflection in her voice. She’s enjoying messing with you. “And stop kicking or I’ll drop your ass,” she adds with a firm slap to said ass.

Another yelp leaves your throat and your face flushes at how your body reacts to her spanking you. Feeling suddenly a bit too... excited, you opt to shut your mouth for the remainder of her trek back to the front door.

Metal hand firmly gripping your ass to keep you from slipping off her shoulder, Sevika uses her gloved hand to open the door and steps inside. After kicking the door shut behind her, she carefully sets you on your feet. Smirking down at you- obviously enjoying how flustered you look- she starts stripping off her winter gear. “Now get that shit off and get your angelic ass on the couch. This devil needs your body to warm her up.”

Can’t argue with that.

As you quickly remove your gear, you think of one last wintry thing you want to share with her. “Can your angel make us a hot cup of cocoa to drink while we cuddle?”

“Who said we’re gonna cuddle?” she purrs as she steps into your personal space. And by personal space you mean her thick thighs- so thick that even her baggy pajama pants hug them impossibly tight- are directly in front of your face as you’re bent over removing your last boot.

Peering up at her through your lashes, you slowly straighten back up. “Not that I would ever deny whatever else you have in mind, but I really was hoping for some cuddles by the fireplace and opening gifts.”

And then the two of you are in a silent standoff. She watches you with a sexy smirk, threatening to make your knees weak and cave into giving her what she wants. But you have an equally powerful tool at your disposal. Your pouty lips and pleading doe-eyes.

Sighing in defeat, Sevika’s smirk devolves into a sweeter grin. “Alright, babygirl. This just means you owe me even more.”

“Okay!” you agree without question and make your way to the kitchen to whip up some hot chocolate. Surprisingly, Sevika follows you. “Are you going to help?” you ask as you fill a kettle with water and set it on the stove.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” she replies as she steps up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, “Just wanted to steal some of your body heat.”

“I can’t really work like this,” you point out, but you make no effort to stop her. Not when you actually enjoy the attention.

It does- in fact- prove to be rather difficult to work with her wrapped around you. Trying to move around the kitchen with your tall, wide girlfriend holding you close, is challenging to say the least. However, you do manage, and end with two, hot, delicious cups of hot cocoa.

“What do you think?” you ask, handing Sevika her cup when she finally releases you from her embrace.

Lifting it to her mouth, she eyes it suspiciously before taking a small sip. Judging by the way her face scrunches up like it did when she tried eggnog the other day, she is not a fan. “Too sweet,” she grumbles.

“But I thought you liked sweet things,” you reply with a coy smile that she doesn’t seem to catch- too busy glaring at her cocoa.

“Never liked sweet things.”

“What about me?”

That gets her to look at you. “You’re the only exception, sweetheart.”

“Well I might be able to make that sweet cup of cocoa a little more tolerable,” you reply and make your way to the cabinet where Sevika stores her liquor. Selecting one of her favorite whiskeys, you remove the cap and pour a hefty amount into her hot chocolate. “How about now?”

She takes a sip- this time a nice long one- then pulls it away with a pleased hum.

“Now how about those cuddles?” you suggest and she nods, following you into the living room.

She helps you get the fireplace started, then gets settled into the corner of the couch, patting her thigh to indicate where she’d like you to sit. More than happy to oblige, you seat yourself across her lap, smiling as you wrap both your hands around your warm mug.

The two of you sip your cocoa in companionable silence, watching the fire dance and listening to the crackle of the logs. Sevika’s prosthetic, currently draped along the back of the couch just behind you, plays absentmindedly with your shirt collar. The smooth backs of her fingers caressing your skin.

Hot chocolates finished, you gather up both mugs and set them in the kitchen sink before grabbing Sevika’s gift from under the tree. “Gift time!” you call as you skip over to plop back down beside her on the couch. You turn to her with a huge smile and hand her the gift, excited to see her reaction.

Sevika’s lips twitch, fighting the smile threatening to bloom at the sight of your intricately wrapped present. It’s wrapped in a dark red paper that she knows is far too similar to that of her cape to be merely coincidence. The perfectly tied bow is a shiny gold that could easily be mistaken for the same material that covers the left collar of her favored leather vest. From the corner of her eye, she can see your leg bouncing up and down in excitement and she finally lets a small grin tug at the corner of her mouth.

Focused on watching your girlfriend’s expression, you wait- rather impatiently- for her to slowly remove the meticulously tied bow. It’s like last night’s gift all over again with how she takes her sweet ass time. Only this time the end results will likely be very different in nature. Even so, you’re just as anxious. You catch the way her brow raises just the faintest amount as she peels back enough paper to reveal the top of the humidor beneath. And it doesn’t go unnoticed how she then starts to remove the paper faster.

Nailed it.

With the paper removed, Sevika opens the lid to reveal a large number of her favorite cigars. Imported, and expensive to the point you know she only buys a small number each year as a treat. “Babygirl, this is too much,” she murmurs, but you catch how she smiles.

“I wanted to,” you reply, watching how she takes one out and brings it to her nose to inhale deeply. “There’s a couple other things in there too,” you point out.

She pulls out two small items covered in brown paper and unwraps one, revealing a gold cigar cutter. Then she unwraps the other to reveal a matching lighter. Both have her initials engraved into them. Her gaze lifts to your expectant one and she shakes her head.

Your heart drops for a moment.

Is she disappointed? Does she not like them?

“This is far too much,” she says quietly.

“But you like it?” you ask hopefully, but you feel that hope crack as she places everything back in the humidor and sets it on the end table beside her.

“Of course I like it, but you must have spent far more on this than you can afford.”

“Can’t put a price on how much I adore you, Sev.”

The way her expression softens- her eyes shifting as if she doesn’t know how to respond- makes your heart flutter. You place a hand on the top of her thigh and lean forward to give her a quick peck on the corner of her mouth. Before you can pull back, her human hand cups your cheek and she leans in to press her lips fully to yours.

She kisses you softly- tenderly- and you feel yourself melting. You know this is her way of silently thanking you. When she breaks the kiss, you can tell she’s holding back a smirk, but you’re not sure why.

“I got you something too,” she says quietly, and now you realize why she’s trying to hide a smile. She must be excited to see what you think of your gift. She reaches around the side of the couch and pulls out a box from under the end table. Placing it in your lap, she’s now the one anxiously watching your expression.

The box is- unsurprisingly- not wrapped. What is surprising however, is that it does have a little red bow on the top. And honestly, you think it’s pretty damn cute that she even went that far. Brimming with excitement, you pull the lid off and set it on the couch at your other side. Removing several pieces of tissue, you find a simple, black blindfold.

What in Janna’s name…

Your eyes rise to Sevika’s face suspiciously. She’s no longer holding back her smile. No, rather she’s smirking like she’s up to something. Like she knows something you don’t. “Sev…” you start skeptically, “What is this for?”

“Put it on.”

That is not the answer you’re looking for, but when she arches a brow, you do as you’re told and slip it on and align it over your eyes. You feel the couch shift as Sevika stands. She takes your hand into hers and guides you to stand as well. Without the sense of sight, your other senses start to work overtime and you can feel her warm breath fan across your forehead. She’s facing you.

“Sev, what’s going on?” you ask in an almost whine. “Is this for… bedroom time?” You’re almost hopeful that’s what it is, but when she starts silently guiding you in the direction of the front door, you know that’s not going to be the case.

“What did I tell you about being patient, sweetheart?” she teases.

“Good things come to those who wait,” you repeat, mocking her typical dry tone. And though that is true in the case of Sevika, that usually involves sex, which this clearly does not. Does it?

“Put this on,” she says when she finally stops and releases your hand.

You can feel her holding your coat to your back, which has you so much more confused as to what the hell she’s up to. “Sev, where are we going?” you ask as you allow her to help you slip each arm into the sleeves. “We’re still in our pajamas.”

“Nobody will be there,” she replies, ignoring your first question. After helping you slip your gloves and boots on, she leaves you momentarily to put out the fire before returning to get into her own coat and boots.

Taking your hand again, she guides you outside and into your vehicle. You know you’re not supposed to ask questions. You’re supposed to be patient. But damn, this has got to be the oddest thing she’s ever done. She’s never surprised you with anything outside the bedroom, so you’re literally at a loss as to what’s going on.

The drive is short, but the silence it carries is maddening. You're so damn confused, nervous and excited. When the vehicle stops, you listen for any sounds that could indicate where the hell she’s taken you. But, even as the door opens beside you, all you can hear is the rustle of Sevika’s coat as she reaches in to help you step down and out.

With her hand on the small of your back, she’s guiding you once again.

“Sev, how much further?” you finally ask, breaking that awful silence.

“We’re here. Sit down.”

Sit down? You don’t even know if there’s anything behind you, but she takes your elbow and helps you get seated on what feels like a cold, metal bench. Then, as if this whole situation couldn’t get any weirder, you feel her start to remove your boots, only to replace them with different footwear that you can’t quite identify. Something with laces apparently, as you feel her tighten them up.

She sits beside you, presumably to swap out her boots as well.

What the hell is going on?

“Alright, you can remove it.”

Finally!

Not waiting a second longer, you reach up and yank the blindfold off. Unfortunately, your eyes can’t quite adjust that quickly to the sudden change from near pitch black to blinding bright white light that reflects from the surrounding snow. Squinting, your eyes finally start to focus, and you realize you’re seated right in front of a small, frozen pond. Glancing around in stunned silence, you notice nobody else is there, just several small evergreen trees to your right. They line the very edge of the pond, and against the powdery white snow that coats them, you can see a variety of shiny red, gold, silver and green baubles decorating the branches. Then you remember Sevika had put something different on your feet. Straightening your legs out in front of you, you find your boots had been replaced with… ice skates?

Oh dear Janna, did she bring you to ice skate?!

A quick glance to Sevika’s own skate donning feet confirms your suspicion.

Holy. Fucking. Shit!

Your wide eyes search her expression for answers to questions you haven’t even formed yet. You watch as her eyes focus on your expression, clearly anxious for a reaction. “Sevika! Did- did you really bring me here to skate with you?!” you whisper in shock. There’s not another soul around to be quiet for, but you’re literally stunned to the point you’re almost breathless. This is not something you would have ever expected your grumpy girlfriend to do for you.

“You’ve been talking about it for weeks,” she replies quietly.

Wow. Just wow.

“Sevika, this is such a sweet gift!” You turn your attention to the decorated trees again, then back to her. “You didn’t do that too, did you?”

She nods, and you swear to Janna she looks almost bashful to admit it. “Ran helped.”

You owe Ran a hug and many thanks later, but right now you want to smother Sevika in kisses.

“You want to go out there?” she asks.

“Yes! Of course!” you exclaim. That earns you a cute lopsided grin as she stands and offers you her gloved hand. You give her your own, allowing her to help you to your feet. Hand in hand, the two of you carefully make your way onto the edge of the ice. Pausing you turn to gaze up at Sevika, and before you even ask the question on your mind, you know the answer. “Have you ever done this before?”

Sevika looks downright terrified, but she’s trying so damn hard to hide it under her typical surly demeanor. Yet there’s no hiding the way her hand clenches around yours even harder when both her skates hit the slick ice and slide just a fraction. Nor the way her entire body tenses. Everything goes stock straight- rigid.

“It’s okay Sev,” you assure her and give her hand a gentle squeeze. “I’ve only done this a couple times myself. We’ll both probably fall a few times.” It’s a lie. You’d actually done it quite a few times in your childhood, just not for several years. When she gives you the side eye, you offer her a reassuring smile. “We’ll start slow.”

Carefully, you start to move forward. When she makes no effort to follow along, leaving your arm extended awkwardly behind you, you pause and turn to face her. Taking her prosthetic in your other hand, you start to slowly skate backwards.

“You know that’s not going to help, right?” she grunts. “If I start to go down I’m going to crush you.”

Gradually pulling her forward while you make your way further back over the pond, you can’t help but smile. It’s incredibly cute how nervous your brute of a girlfriend is over something as silly as ice skating. “You make it sound like being pinned beneath you is a bad thing,” you joke.

“It will be when you get to feel the brunt of my entire body weight crashing down on you,” she grumbles. Her eyes are focused on watching her own feet, and you think perhaps this is a good thing. That way she can’t see the way your eyes sparkle with mirth or how you smile in amusement at her expense.

“Sounds like a great way to go,” you laugh. Turning your skate to stop for a moment, you almost can’t contain your giggles when Sevika starts to freak out because the little bit of momentum across the slick ice keeps her headed straight for you. Her chest lightly bumps into yours, but your turned skate keeps you in place.

No longer able to glare at her feet, she’s left staring down at your beaming face. Some of that concern and frustration etched into her brows softens, and she grins.

“Kiss me?” you ask sweetly and bat your lashes at her.

“Babygirl, I’d like to, but if I try to bend down- we’re both going down.”

“It’ll be fine, just do it slowly.” You release her hands, but she immediately starts to wobble and it’s so hard not to laugh at how she goes wide-eyed. Grabbing her hands again, you place them on your waist to help steady her. It seems to work, but the death grip she has on you can be felt even through your thick winter coat.

“Shit,” she curses under her breath.

That scowl of hers is back in place, but you’re confident you can get her back to smiling. Placing your hands on her hips, you tilt your head back, purse your lips, and close your eyes - ready for your kiss. You hear her release a defeated sigh, but you can feel her bend at the waist and her warm breath hit your cold cheek when she places a kiss there. “You missed,” you tease, eyes still closed and lips waiting. Her deep chuckle warms your chest, but her lips finally pressing to yours set your whole body aflame. Thankfully, she manages to stay stable throughout the kiss, relaxes a bit even.

When Sevika straightens up, you smile up at her adoringly. “Thank you so much for doing all this,” you say softly. “This is the perfect gift.”

That smirk of hers is- as expected- back in place, but you can tell she wants to say something. You give her a moment, but when she says nothing, you try prodding her. “Something on your mind?”

“No. Let’s just keep going,” she replies and her eyes flit to the center of the pond, then back to you.

Taking her hands into yours again, you return to your slow backward skate, dragging Sevika along with you. After several close calls with her losing her balance but not quite falling, she starts to get the hang of it. You can feel her hands loosen their death grip on yours and see her shoulders drop a bit as some of that tension slips away. You both watch the other’s expression in silence. She admires your sweet, enthusiastic smile, while you admire her crooked smirk and the way her cheeks and nose start to redden with the chill of the wintry air.

Feeling bolder now that she seems to be getting more comfortable, you pick up your speed and start pulling her in more random patterns. To your surprise- and delight- she goes along with it, apparently too caught up in watching you smile. But, as the two of you approach the center of the pond, you catch how her eyes flit to something on the surface and her expression changes for just a split second. Too fast for you to determine what she was feeling. You glance down at your feet just in time to catch sight of a small, black box as you pass it.

“Oh! There’s something out here, Sev!” you point out. Carefully reducing your speed, you bring the two of you back to the box. Once you're both stopped and steady, you release her hands. Before you can kneel to inspect the item, you realize Sevika is looking nervous as hell again. “You’re fine! You’re not going to fall!” you laugh. She doesn’t seem to hear you though, as she just stares silently at you.

She’s so odd today.

Kneeling down, you grab the velvety box. It’s small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. Rising to your feet, you inspect it further. You realize it’s a clamshell, so you slowly flip the lid open, but are not prepared for what you find inside.

A ring? An engagement ring?

“Sevika!” you exclaim in shock, “Someone lost their engage-” your words die in your mouth when you catch Sevika’s nervous stare again.

Wait. No. It can’t be. She didn’t. She wouldn’t.

You search her eyes for the answers, too afraid to ask the questions. Her attention drops to the ring, and she very slowly, carefully, propels herself forward until she’s close enough to take the box from your hand. All you can do is watch, utterly dumbfounded, as her shaky human hand slips the glove off your left hand. Removing the ring from the box, she stuffs both your glove and the box into her pocket and then her worried eyes meet yours.

“I- I can’t kneel right now,” she stammers, her normally solid, confident voice nearly cracking.

Oh Janna!

She’s worried about being able to kneel. Yet you’re not sure you can even stand right now with how weak your knees feel. “Sevika…” you whisper breathlessly as she takes your ring finger in her metal hand while her poor, trembling human hand fumbles with the attempt to slide the ring on. You help her, although even your hand shakes with the amount of emotion threatening to explode from your every fiber. Your eyes brim with unshed tears, ready to fall at any moment.

“Will you-”

“Yes!” you scream, not even allowing her to stammer out the question you know is coming. Unfortunately, you were a bit too enthusiastic, and your poor girlfriend- fiancé- is so startled that she jumps. You try to grab her- foolish as it is to think you can help keep your gigantic fiancé upright- and latch onto her wrists. She loses her balance, feet slipping out from under her, and falls backwards, taking you down with her.

She lands on her back with a loud oomph, while you crash on top of her solid body with a startled yelp. You manage to firmly plant your hands down on the ice on either side of her broad shoulders to prevent your head from smacking into hers. Both of you stare wide-eyed at one another in shock for a solid two seconds.

And then you both laugh. You’re the first to release the tear inducing giggles, but her deep, belly shaking laughter follows soon after. Those tears of joy that had been so close to spilling over now fall freely down your cold cheeks before dripping down onto Sevika’s.

Once the two of you recover from your fits of laughter, you can’t help but just pepper her face with kisses. Despite the cold air, her cheeks are flush with warmth.

“Sweet-” Sevika tries to speak over your onslaught of affection, cutoff when you peck the corner of her mouth. When your lips moves to her nose, she tries again. “Sweetheart, I get it.”

You pause, just long enough to check her expression. And upon seeing she’s not upset in the least, you quickly resume showering her in chaste kisses. At least until you feel her wrap her arms around you and roll the two of you over. Though she manages to get you on your back, she struggles to straddle you without slipping. As soon as you start laughing at her predicament, she gives up, letting her body slip down onto yours.

Giggles cutoff by the sheer weight of Sevika, you squirm beneath her. “Sevika!” you chastise, “You’re gonna crush me!”

She takes mercy on you- at least a bit- and pushes her upper body up off yours. Now she’s the one grinning down at you. “Thought that was a great way to go,” she mocks teasingly. Before you can retort, her lips are on yours.

When she breaks the kiss and gazes down at you with a crooked grin, you feel suddenly overwhelmed with emotions. “Sevika, this has been the best gift ever. I mean there’s no topping this,” you say softly. Your smile fades, replaced with that of disappointment as you continue. “But, I feel like my gift to you is so pitiful now. I really wanted to give you something special for our first Christmas together.”

Before you can turn away, Sevika’s gloved hand cups your cheek and she locks eyes with you. “Babygirl, I got what I wanted. And I’ll want the same thing next year, and the year after that.” When you raise a brow in question, she gives you a soft, warm kiss on your cold nose before answering your unspoken question.

“All I want for Christmas is you.”

next chapter >

[butterfly-writer]

hey! i saw you're taking requests so,, could i request best jeanist and prohero!reader (they/them) trying their hand at flirting? reader is confident and very good at it while jeanist is also good at it! but can't help but get flustrated by how cute and creative reader's compliments are. sadly they have to stop because some villain showed up and they must fight them but they still think about eachother's words.

it's got a sweet and fluffy touch honestly! i hope this is okay for you (otherwise, tell me no so i know you're not writing it, i have another idea for a request if you want😔🤲🏻) and i also hope you're having a good day/night!

Compliments.

Best Jeanist x Prohero!Reader (they/them)

Summary: They tried flirting with each other but had to stop because a villain came but they can’t stop thinking about the compliments.

Disclaimer: Reader’s Quirk: Blood manipulation.

★☽A/N: I never wrote Beast Jeanist before but I shall do my best!! He’s legit such a clean guy, the way he held his phone in season 6 😭

Contents: FLUFF, a few bloody moments but it’s mainly reader’s Quirk.

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They thought it was time for the next level of dating….

Flirting.

The Pro Hero, H/N, is one confident and bold one, they;re flirting like a pro while Best Jeanist is alright at it but he can’t help but be flustered by the compliments.

Compliments be like:

◆ H/N wrapped their hands around Best Jeanist waist (Short or not short) and started to compliment like crazy, like, “My pretty boy.” , “My, do you look fine, my sweetheart.” And they’re just! Ugh!!! So sweet and it makes him feel so loved.

◆ Best Jeanist tries his best at flirting and it wasn’t that bad at it! Just a few small compliments like: “My sweet hero.” , “How are you, sweetheart?” JUST A LOT OF PETNAMES, LMAOO!! He’s trying his best, give him some credits!!

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They were flirting as they walked along the streets, patrolling the district when they got really juicy with the compliments to the point they’re stopping to make out a bit, Best Jeanist flustering up with the compliments. 

They immediately stopped when they heard a huge crash from afar, looking to see a villain stealing a bunch of food and money, “Why don’t we stop him, how about that, sweetheart?” H/N smirked, Best Jeanist flustered a bright red but brushed it off and nodded, heading to the scene together.

“Really? H/N and Best Jeanist? How lucky am I!!!” The villain cackled, eating all the food he stole and he became more muscular. ‘Eating junk and he’s suddenly buffier? Must be his quirk.’ H/N noticed before slashing a huge scar along their forearm, blood dripping to the ground then all of it collected itself into a huge blob and shaped itself into a blood-formed machete.

The hero immediately dashed towards the villain and easily cut through the villain’s arm, “Ah! What the fuck?! I thought heroes can’t kill?!” The villain yelled, “Who said we can’t hurt them?” H/N chuckled, throwing the machete and catching it by its handle swiftly and dashed back, catching the villain off-caught. The villain was about to attack when H/N left an opening but missed when the hero suddenly disappeared, “Huh?” He said confusingly, looking up to see the hero with a grin and their body up in the air with thin threads holding them up, looking down to see Best Jeanist with his threads around his arms. Best Jeanist swiftly sends one of his threads towards the villain, tangling it around his body.

The villain roared and bursted out of those threads and charged towards the Fiber Hero but he was immediately stopped by a weapon blocking his way. "Not so fast, I don't want my sweetheart to be mashed potato," H/N chuckled as they used their machete to push the villain away. Best Jeanist stood helplessly, his face heated, 'Sweetheart? Why did they have to say that?!' He pondered as his face flooded with crimson red. He quickly brushed it off when he saw H/N crash to the ground, sending his threads in the direction of the villain and catching him in his intertwined web. Quickly standing, H/N ran and sent a strike onto the villain's neck with the machete's blunt side, striking a nerve and knocking him unconscious.

Cheers from the civilians roared the streets, thanking the heroes with cheers and praise. “Phew! That was close, wasn’t it, sweetheart?” H/N smiled towards Best Jeanist, “Please stop calling me that.” Best Jeanist mumbled, H/N tilted their head with confusion but then as if, out of realization, their eyes widened but then smiled a sneaky smirk and hugged Best Jeanist’s hips, “Look at you, all flustered~ You’re so adorable, sweetheart!” H/N chuckled, leaving Best Jeanist with a flustered face.

“I hate you.” Best Jeanist mumbled,

“I love you too, sweetheart.” H/N chuckled, kissing Best Jeanist with a quick kiss before turning back to the civilians and waving back in joy.

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★☽A/N: WHY DID I ENJOY WRITING THIS?? I actually had so much fun writing this!!! Thank you again, for the request! Keep the requests coming!!!!! <33

[abeinginsand]

i put this in a post but i wanted to shar eit with you as well this is a fic idea i have that i have yet to write:

thwres a heatwave happening but theyre still going to school cuz shit's fucked and taylor and scary ger out od class early so they're waitinf for the others to link up with them right? so they're waiting and taylor is like scary i feel weird and scary is like you are weird and taylor is like no i meannn uhhhh and then scary gets concerned and asks taylor what's wrong and he's not answering and then he fucking. faints and she freaks out and she's like TAYLOR. TAYLOR. TAYLOR. TAYLOR WAKE UP and taylor is like huh whwaa and scary tells him he fainted ane the sit down afainst the wall and taylor is leaning against her and shes freqkint out and she texts the group chat with the teens and tells them guys taylor fainted come now bring water and of course link is there immediately and he gives taylor his own water bottle which is like. lukewarm at best in this weather and norm comes with a fresh cold bottle cuz he was not as panicked and trying to get tgere as fast as possible as link was you know and taylor is sitting there and everything is kind of fuzzy but he can hear link telling him to drink so he does and he can hear them throwing around the word nurse and heat exhaustion and he doesn't really know what's going on and then link picks him up and carries him and they take him to the nurse . smth i also thought would be fun is ther not being a nurse becquse of tge apocalypse bullshit so they go and raid the first aid equipment and fuckin try to cool taylor down with ice and cold water

i may have talked to you about this before but i like the idea of taylor being extra susceptible to overheating because he is 1/4 demon which causes him to run hot and 3/4 human which means that the demon heat levels aren't regulated well at all, thus making him more likely to overheat to the point of passing out

OOO yeah you did talk to me about the hc alittle bit before, I think its very creative!! love seeing the demon genes explored :D Definitely feel the overheating struggles for summer weather, got really dizzy yesterday too, very disorienting Dx this is so good though and ahh scary's little banter made me laugh (deadpan "yeah you're weird) asdfghj then the sheer panic when she realizes something's wrong oh no heartwrenching. I like how she let Taylor lean on her and contacted everyone :'0 Linc trying to get there as fast as possible is sweet and then Normal knowing to get the cold water too!! Reminds me of his fact about getting heat stroke before. Taylor being so out of it too..nice that the three are looking out for him. Aw carrying him the whole way too!! Oh man, good point, the nurse being gone because of the chaos makes a lot of sense. I'm loving the idea cookies :]

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A more solid concept might be the most prominent distinction between Tutur Batin and Yura Y’s previous albums.

Three years after her second record, Yura Yunita finally released her third studio album titled Tutur Batin. Consisting of her voice in numerous social phenomenon, this record sounds like Yura’s attempt to level up her versatility in arraying multiple nuances between jolly, lamentation, contemplation, and perky. It is proven how diverse genres are presented in under 40 minutes.

Starting with “Dunia Tipu-Tipu”, it is lovely to experience how patient Yura is in intensifying this track. Opened with simple acoustic guitar accompanying her vocal, she adds a little touch of minimalist piano followed with the introduction of the electronic drum at the second verse and finished the track with alluring children choir while Yura’s thrilling vocal is floating around glamorously. Although she meticulously crafted the tension, she seems to lose sight of her songwriting since it only communicates one verse repeated twice and a chorus repeated thrice. The fair wordplay she uses could not justify how poor the track is in delivering solid and diverse messages. It is quite interesting to acknowledge Yura bringing up a heated issues our society is currently facing since we are entering a fabricated world in which almost every aspect is altered to some degree just to fit what is appropriate and accepted in our society. However, this track is merely a manifestation of her gratitude toward someone who is being real and honest within the stream of phoney attitudes instead of broadening its damaging issues as the ramifications.

Yura also celebrates the ghosting culture by releasing a track about it although she only writes it to fit what is mostly experienced by ‘ghosted’ people instead of imparting its core issues. “Hobi — Ghosting” offers a bass-driven track with jazz-pop sonic that sounds grand. Soft playful jazzy piano lingers thinly at the back of the track while the trumpet revolves at its best timestamp to catch our attention. The attitude to singing on a different note between each syllable at every end of the chorus is clever enough to leave an impression on the track although it is similar to what Tulus always does in most of his songs. Another jazz-pop demeanour is also felt in “Duhai Sayang”, yet this time is without the trumpet and more slow-tempo and somehow feels bland, especially in the way Yura delivers her voice.

In several songs, Yura attempts to carry and evoke the emotion by utilising various implementations of instrumentations. “Mau Kemana”, for instance, is a ballad presentation with beautiful piano play accompanied with distinctive and bold string in questioning the direction of her relationship. She stresses more to evoke your emotion while listening to the simple and relatable lyric by also stressing in articulating some words to deepen the nuance. Listening to the intro of “Sudut Memori” would immediately throw you to Kunto Aji’s quintessential “Pilu Membiru” since it shares similar guitar resonance and chords. A little bit of inconvenience on how this track conveys the sound of Yura adjusting her saliva before pronouncing some words. Moreover, the vocal and the minimalist piano and guitar presentation in this track have no strong embodiment between one another. On the contrary, “Tenang” delivers a calm, positive, and colourful ‘reliance-on-God’ narrative with the sound of acoustic guitar picking, bright keys that in harmonies with Yura’s voice, the soundscape of water drop to reinforce the serene, and another choir presentation while Yura’s delivers vocal style à la pesindhèn flowing around at the end of the track that feels like the burst of Yura’s emotion in believing in God.

A different narrative of self-love and self-acceptance celebration is presented in “Tutur Batin” with another presentation of minimalist and thin guitar picking accompanied with piano followed with loud string and electronic drum. Its bridge might mark this track as the only track that successfully highlights Yura’s finest vocal potential although the progression and songwriting of this song are far from jaw-dropping. “Hoolala” is another song sharing the same narrative with “Tutur Batin” with 180° contrary since it carries another bold and groovy bassline with a catchy guitar riff presentation within a disco vibe that makes it sound spirited. Although “Hoolala” introduces another solid choir arrangement, this track represents Yura’s weakest songwriting since it feels like she only has the intention to create a catchy, memorable, and repeatable song to be played on radios without considering the aesthetic of her writing.

Speaking of vigorous tone, “Bandung” might be Yura’s most ambitious venture to present a zestful, positive, and vibrant kaleidoscopic track with multiple transitions from catchy jazz presentation of guitar strum with groovy bass and drum shifted into electronic moved to Sundanese-electronic-jazz switched into Sundanese-jazz vibes. However, the spacious-electronic transition fails to catalyst Yura’s approach in adding vibrant colour to the track since it sounds dull, empty, purposeless. Nevertheless, you would easily perceive how sparky the tone is when you listen to its sonic although you may not understand this Sundanese narrative. Yura’s vocal performance sounds naked and without any burden in articulating the joyful tone.

Closing to the end of the record, “Mulai Langkahmu” delivers another electronic approach with deliberate treatment on the piano not to harmonise with other instrumentations. When it comes to its drop, it is hard not to think Jungle’s Keep Moving since it share an identical groove and trumpet with the same treatment on the loud and bright choir and vocal layering. After getting blasted with an upbeat and light-hearted track, we experience another 180° tone with “Andai Saja” as the last song. For unknown reasons, Yura’s vocal sounds hazy, weak, and unclear in the mix, especially when Yura reaches high notes, compared to the previous songs. Perhaps this is the only track in which Yura tries to experiment with ambient and ballad, yet the tension or emotion in her last song fails to create an engagement with myself, personally. However, her minute treatment harmonises her voice when singing the bridge.

At last, Tutur Batin sounds like any other Yura’s previous records with a bolder and better concept this time. The daring attitude to jump from one tone to another might be a bold move in spicing up this record. Tutur Batin still proves how immaculate Yura is in bursting her talent in a decent manner and how lovely she is in presenting jazz-pop.

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Computer Battery Replacement Services in Princeton

Let’s face it, we all rely on our laptops these days. They’re like little portable offices, letting us work, chat with friends, or stream shows from anywhere. But what happens when the battery starts giving up the ghost? The thing that keeps us free to roam suddenly becomes a chain, with those dreaded low-battery warnings popping up all the time. Don’t despair, tech troopers! Your trusty laptop can be revived! This article is your guide to navigating the world of computer battery replacement. We’ll show you how to spot the signs of a dying battery, teach you some tricks to keep it healthy for longer, and help you decide if it’s time to call in the computer repair services. With a little knowledge, you can keep your laptop the untethered companion it was meant to be.

Signs of a dying battery

Those carefree coffee shop sessions or park bench writing sprints might be a distant memory if your trusty laptop battery is on its last legs. But how do you know for sure it’s the battery replacement issue and not just a demanding new program hogging all the juice? There are a few indicative signs to watch out for.

Shortened battery life: First, the most obvious culprit: shorter battery life. If you find yourself constantly scrambling for an outlet or enduring those dreaded low-battery notifications way earlier than usual, it’s a strong hint that your battery isn’t holding a charge as effectively as it once did.

Sudden shutdowns: Another red flag is sudden shutdowns. Imagine you’re engrossed in a work project or the final level of a game, and your laptop abruptly shuts down – not because you hit the power button, but because the battery mysteriously gave out. This can be incredibly frustrating, especially if you haven’t saved your progress.

Inconsistent charging:  Then there’s the whole charging drama. Maybe your laptop seems to take forever to reach a full charge, or perhaps it charges inconsistently, dropping percentage points even while plugged in. These charging woes can significantly disrupt your workflow and leave you feeling tethered to an outlet rather than enjoying the freedom of a portable device.

Battery bulging: Finally, keep an eye on the battery itself. If it appears swollen or bulging in any way, that’s a serious safety hazard and a clear sign it’s time to stop using your laptop altogether. Don’t attempt to fix a bulging battery yourself – seek professional help from a qualified computer hardware repair technician immediately. By recognizing these signs, you can address a failing battery before it completely throws your mobile computing life into disarray.

Tricks to keep computer battery healthy for longer

One of the most important things you can do for your laptop is to take care of its battery. After all, a healthy battery translates to uninterrupted productivity and entertainment on the go. Here are some easy tricks you can incorporate into your daily routine to extend your battery’s lifespan and keep those low-battery warnings at bay.

Regulating Battery Temperature

First things first, fight the heat! Extreme temperatures, both hot and cold, can be detrimental to your battery’s health. Avoid leaving your laptop baking in direct sunlight or a scorching car, and don’t subject it to freezing cold environments either. Think about it like your favourite chocolate bar – you wouldn’t leave it melting in the sun, would you? The same principle applies to your battery. Additionally, keeping your laptop’s vents clean and ensuring proper airflow helps prevent overheating, which can damage the battery over time.

Brightness Adjustment

Secondly, become a master of brightness management. Your laptop screen might be beautiful, but that high brightness setting is a real battery guzzler. Adjusting the screen brightness to a comfortable level can significantly improve your battery life. Don’t worry, you can still enjoy stunning visuals without pushing your battery to its limits. There are also handy settings like automatic brightness that can adjust based on your environment, further reducing the strain on your battery.

Battery Charge Optimization

Thirdly, unplug smartly! Contrary to popular belief, keeping your laptop constantly plugged in doesn’t necessarily damage the battery in today’s modern laptops. However, it’s still a good practice to let your battery cycle occasionally. This means using your laptop on battery power for a while and then plugging it in to recharge. Aim for a sweet spot – don’t let your battery completely drain before plugging in, and avoid keeping it constantly at 100% charge.

By following these simple tips, you can show your laptop battery some love and ensure it keeps you powered up for all your digital adventures. Remember, a healthy battery translates to a happier you (and a happier laptop!).

Time to call in the repair pros for battery replacement

You’ve tried all the tricks – adjusting brightness, keeping it cool, and even letting it cycle occasionally – but your laptop battery just won’t cooperate anymore. Low-battery warnings seem to be your constant companion, and even simple tasks seem to drain the life out of it faster than ever. Maybe you’ve noticed the battery itself bulging slightly, sending shivers down your spine. Fear not, it might be time to call in the repair pros for a computer battery replacement service in Lawrence, Trenton. While replacing a laptop battery can be tempting as a DIY project, it’s important to exercise caution. While online tutorials exist, they may not address the specific model of your laptop, and mistakes can lead to permanent damage or even fire hazards. Furthermore, prying open your device might void the warranty and leave you without manufacturer support. If you’re comfortable with electronics and hardware repair and have the right tools, replacing the battery yourself might be an option. However, for most users, the risks outweigh the rewards. These skilled computer repair technicians have the expertise and the tools to safely remove your old, tired battery and breathe new life into your laptop. Plus, many computer repair service shops offer a warranty on their replacements, giving you peace of mind knowing your investment is protected.

Additional tips for long battery life

Beyond the core practices, a few additional strategies can further optimize your battery life. Consider enabling battery-saving modes offered by your operating system. These settings often adjust background processes and features to reduce power consumption. Regularly updating your laptop’s software and applications can also improve battery efficiency, as updates sometimes include optimizations. If you suspect a specific program is draining your battery excessively, identify and close it when not in use. With these extra steps, you can squeeze even more life out of your laptop on a single charge.

Comprehending battery health and adopting preventative measures can substantially prolong the operational lifespan of your laptop. Nonetheless, even the most meticulously maintained batteries will eventually reach their maximum capacity. At this juncture, enlisting the services of a qualified computer battery replacement provider offers a swift and reliable resolution. Equipped with a new battery, your device can restore the unrestricted mobility and productivity that it once offered. Ultimately, a dependable laptop contributes to a more efficient and satisfied user experience.

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Hanamori: The White Lily Of Eclipse

04/05/2024

The sun shines down beautifully on a Solstice golf course, nestled between retro-futuristic buildings of glass, concrete and white steel arrayed by Talented hands in ways that could inspire any concept designer. In the golden sunlight stands one of Sunset's newest entrepreneurs, the mysterious Hitomi Hanamori. She is in a heated game of golf with Roderick Sterling, the hero Cold Snap, revisiting an old family rivalry. She is wearing a summer dress with the tell-tale furgonomics of Sunset local tailor Rania Hassan.

Officially arriving in Sunset in 2023, the White Lily company has become a household name throughout the boroughs of Eclipse and Periapsis, as a series of hostile takeovers and buyouts in the logistics and shipping industries have lead to a significant industrial reorganisation. This has lead to fury from some workers as the new changes have caused some degree of disruption in their working lives, especially for lower management. An ongoing labour case rages in the courts. Under the leadership of CFO Micheal Angelis, significant anti-corruption efforts have been undertaken. While no details have yet been presented, he has claimed that thorough restructuring is now in place to combat smuggling and tax evasion in the industry.

Hitomi speaks on the matter as she hits a birdie: "Anyone throwing their weight behind this labour case against the white lily is advocating for a move back to corruption, and I decry any heroes who would do so, and that Gail Gibson. I hope that that after a rough few quarters dealing with the disaster, we can get back to what we do best, finding value in people, and valuing those people."

Indeed, Angelis has certainly not been shy about valuing his staff. Many key organisers have been provided with very significant bonuses this quarter encourage cooperation with new management.

When asked about why she chose to set up shop in Eclipse, knowing the reputation of the place, Hanamori claims that though many businesses immediately gravitate towards Solstice or Midnight, "[…] Eclipse is the beating heart of Sunset City.", she said, referring to the borough's centrality to infrastructure, logistics and access to the supplies needed for manufacturing. "I'm familiar with the challenges-- There is some level of under-the-table dealing that occurs at all levels, and part of what we're doing is try to minimise it at whatever levels we can."

Eclipse, of course, is well known for having its own insular communities and superstitions. When asked about her thoughts around the mythical 'devil' of Eclipse, Hanamori said: "I've heard rumours, but nothing substantiated. I would hope I am moving things in a positive direction. They are so resistant to change you understand."

But that's not to say that Hanamori is coming into Sunset City without knowing its culture or history. She and her company have already taken an interest in local affairs. Of particular note, her company has been investing efforts into the location of a missing orphan, possibly connected with the Crimson Crater disaster and the supervillain Bad Wolf. She has also expressed her concern about The Iron Lung. "I am not content to feel hopeless. I feel moved to act when I need to do something, as much as it is easy to not meddle, and I fear what it would look like if a child were to be drunk on a dangerous ideology."

Perhaps Hanamori's sense of urgency with this case is to do with its connection to Crimson City. After all, this was where she got her start in the U.S.A. She still retains an interest in gambling, being a major stakeholder in the Lucky Heaven casino. Another reason may be the recent appearance of the so-called 'Seraphim' crime syndicate who appeared in Sunset in late 2023. With connections to Crimson City's 'Fatal Hearts Club' for top-shelf assassins. Hanamori has agreed to aid this article's plucky author in her investigations into this group!

On the green, Hitomi is joined by her adorable maidservant Rhiapaan Tanaka. The two have always been close. "Some would find the mistress-servant dynamic terribly medieval", Rhiapaan observed, but it would seem they are more like sisters. The two seem to be a match maid in heaven! "I used to get in trouble for treating the help like family," Hanamori said, "But that's what she is. [When growing up] I was lucky, privileged, I pursued my studies in America and built my business here and abroad, due to the family I was born into."

Hanamori's family history is complicated. "People are the sum of many things, and their legacy is part of who we are, but does not define us. My mother, Hitomi Hanamori, was a supervillain. I chose the name when I stood to inherit much of what she forfeit. I embraced one last thing that I felt I could carry on. Reclaim, as it were." "It's difficult to think of someone like that with any reverence. Everything she made was equal parts horrible as it was ignoble. This is my way of turning back the hands of time."

Roderick, with a hole-in-one on a quite difficult section of course, defeats Hitomi after a very close game. As the match is over, she turns her thoughts back to business.

"We think that approach, though old fashioned, has merit in this modern world [but] there's one thing that all CEOs must need to be able to do;"

"Divine the future."

-Fluffy Crescent, Sunset Herald.