#Rated M for Mature

[the-dying-star]

I now have an Archive account

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56410570

Feel free to pop in.

Here's another Tiktok edit of probably the only drawing i did that I like so far 🤣

[porcelainmortal]

Welcome to Ficlet Friday! I'd like 🧖🏻‍♀️ and I don't mind the characters, your choice 😊

(also no pressure to get them done by Friday, I tend to spread them out over the week & aim to be done by the following Friday 😘)

Thank you for the ask, Taylor!

Since you were my second 🧖🏻‍♀️ Spa Day prompt, I took it upon myself to write a two-part ficlet. The first part can be read here and the second is below the cut! It's slightly horny, so be forewarned.

(I also am incredibly proud that both of these ficlets clock in at exactly 720 words. So.)

Spa Day Part 2

Alex wasn’t sure what to expect from the seaweed body wrap, but it turns out to be pretty cool. Despite feeling like a burrito for a while and the slightly awkward part of showering naked while his esthetician waited outside the door, he likes it. His skin feels soft and smooth and refreshed. The facial was even better; his face is rosy from all the massage, but it feels amazing and it looks bright and clear. He wants to do this every week.

When he finally lays eyes on Henry again, Alex can barely contain the huge smile that splits across his face. They’re in the communal room, off of which lay the steam room and the sauna.

“Hey baby, how was it?” Alex leans in to kiss him and notices that Henry smells really fucking good. He pulls Alex into his arms and he goes easily, pushing his hands through Henry’s hair, which is still damp from his own post-seaweed-wrap shower.

“It was really nice,” Henry sighs, dropping his nose to Alex’s pulse point. “Mm, you smell good.”

“I was just about to say the same thing to you,” Alex laughs, running his nose along Henry’s neck before nipping at his earlobe. 

“Don’t get fresh, love,” Henry chastizes. He counteracts his words by running his hands down to paw at Alex’s ass, pulling them flush. Alex cranes his neck just enough to look at him.

“Are you horny?”

“Perhaps,” Henry grins wickedly.

“We’re in a communal area,” Alex says, scandalized.

“The spa is closed just for us,” Henry replies, leaning down to kiss him softly.

“Save it for after the massage, baby.”

“Mm, don’t want to,” Henry moans, dipping his head to mouth along Alex’s throat. 

“I know, but by then we’ll be really relaxed and all oiled up.”

“Well that’s tempting,” Henry grins, raising his head to meet Alex’s eyes. 

“Come on.” Alex takes Henry’s hand and pulls him into the sauna.

Alex is thankful that their massage therapists are women; it’s probably good that Henry doesn’t have a young, buff man rubbing him. Alex’s therapist is older and unattractive, so at least there aren’t more factors working against his attempts to stay modest. The rubbing in all of Alex’s sensitive areas is one thing, but listening to Henry moan his way through his massage has Alex half-hard where he’s face down in the massage table. He’s hoping and praying that it goes away by the time his therapist asks him to flip over. 

At first, Alex tries to engage Henry in conversation. However, he quickly realizes that listening to his breathy voice occasionally cutting off with a groan when a muscle is released is doing nothing for Alex’s situation. He tries to focus on his own massage and some deep breathing exercises, and by the time they finally flip over, he’s actually pretty relaxed. Alex hears soft snoring and looks over to see Henry asleep. He smiles to himself, knowing that Henry hasn’t slept well since before he went to London.

When the massage ends, Henry’s therapist wakes him gently and the two women slip out. Alex sits up slowly, stretching out his muscles. He feels fucking good.

“So?”

Henry looks over, blinking sleepily. He yawns. 

“I feel bloody fantastic.”

“I knew you would,” Alex grins. “Ready to head back to the room?”

“Please. I think I could go right back to sleep,” Henry says as he stands and pulls his robe back on. 

“Really? Because with the exception of the last 15 minutes, I had to listen to you moan all the way through that massage. I kept hoping we wouldn’t get kicked out for indecency.” Alex chuckles and steps over to wrap his arms around Henry’s waist.

“You’re one to talk,” Henry says, leaning down to kiss him. It’s chaste and sweet at first, but Alex deepens it, his breath hitching when Henry pulls back. “Alex,” he whispers.

“Yes, baby?”

“We need to get up to our room now.” The deep, husky quality of Henry’s voice has Alex nodding enthusiastically. “Yes, please.” He takes Henry’s hand and pulls him out the door. The time it takes to get back up to their room feels interminable but Alex knows it will be worth it. Henry thinks he’s relaxed now, but Alex’s isn’t done with him yet.

Ficlet Friday Summer/Holiday Prompts

[shinigami-striker]

Bayonetta 2 | Friday, 10.25.24

A lttle late, but kudos to both Nintendo and Platinum Games on Bayonetta 2 releasing 10 years ago exclusively for the Wii U console.

[acsuttles]

4K – God of War – Inside the Mountain – Free the Chain

#Kratos #Atreus #GodofWar #InsidetheMountain #FreetheChain #Sony #SonyInteractiveEntertainment #April2018 #BloodandGore #IntenseViolence #StrongLanguage #RatedMforMature

[nark-week]

Another fic!!! This one's from @nolassolace

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nick Close | Nicholas Foster/Lark Oak Characters: Nick Close | Nicholas Foster, Lark Oak Additional Tags: Partying, exes but still friends, early 20's kiddads, Making Out, Jealousy Summary:

Lark gets agitated watching his ex flirt at a party.

[peterbazooca]

Not me rotating the idea of a durge doomed to madness because they defied Bhaal and lost the fight to Orin like a rotisserie chicken.

Made myself sad with an "alternate ending" to the fic I'm writing because that's just the vibe in here I guess! I can't bring myself to make it "canon" because I'm a coward but it hurts too good to leave alone. Also, spoilers?

*

"I won't give my father the chance to let me hurt any of you."

"There has to be something," Astarion replied, running an uncharacteristically agitated hand through his hair. "Hells, a spell or a potion, anything--"

"There won't be anything. He won't leave room for that kind of saving grace. And even if there was, we wouldn't find it in time."

Astarion stopped pacing, his hand dropping from his hair. Ronen held his gaze.

"There isn't another way. So I'm going to destroy the elder brain, and then I'm going to kill myself. I won't be his puppet anymore, Astarion. I won't hurt anyone else."

Blinking rapidly, Astarion turned away. Ronen had no idea what was going through his head, but he doubted it was good. He hated this, hating causing him any more pain, but this was so much bigger than every wonderful thing they'd found together.

"Astarion, I need you to promise me something."

It was a span of several heartbeats before the vampire faced him, his features set and stony. "Yes, darling?"

"I need you to watch me. I need you to make sure I don't turn my blades on anyone who doesn't deserve it."

Astarion's responding laugh was borderline hysterical. "You're asking me to be your moral compass?"

Ronen didn't blink.

"Yes. Please. I've always trusted you," he reminded the vampire. "Even when it was an objectively stupid thing to do."

"Alright," Astarion replied at last as he stepped in close, his hands coming up to cup Ronen's face. "But I won't stop looking, up until the end, I swear to you."

And even if he couldn't see the truth of it shining out of his eyes, Ronen would never doubt that. "I know."

Their whispered words mingled, heat and breath in every space between, and Ronen didn't ask. Like the selfish monster he'd always been, he simply leaned in and *took*, kissing Astarion with needy abandon. Astarion, for his part, didn't flinch, didn't balk, but matched Ronen tongue for tongue, bite for bite, and when Ronen's nails found cool skin and burrowed in, Astarion's only response was a shiver of pleasure as he pushed himself closer.

Ronen didn't let himself stop, didn't let himself think, only have and do and give, and prayed to exactly no one for a miracle that might let him keep this.

*

When they finally made it back to their room at the Elf Song, everyone else was already asleep, or at least doing a passable job of faking it. Everyone except for Halsin. The druid sat on one of the beds in the corner farthest from everyone else, his shoulders hunched, somber eyes locked on his hands. Ronen felt Astarion go still beside him before nudging him in Halsin's direction.

The desolate expression on the druid's scarred face said everything. He pulled Ronen close, forehead against his chest, and Ronen ran his fingers through Halsin's thick, tangled hair.

"My heart." The words were mere puffs of heated air through his shirt, but they nearly felled him all the same.

"Shh, it's alright," he assured Halsin. The lie was bitter on his tongue, but he was a cloth wrung dry with nothing left to give. They could talk in the morning. When, he hoped, Ronen had the strength to dwell on the topic once more.

Halsin pressed a kiss to the skin of his chest, over his heart, and tugged him down. It was easy work; Ronen had no desire, no intention of fighting. A few short maneuvers later, Ronen found himself tucked up tight, his back to Halsin's chest. A few feet away, Astarion settled into a high backed chair, his posture slack with exhaustion but his eyes alert as anything.

"Sleep, my heart," Halsin rumbled, lips pressed to the back of his neck.

"We'll keep watch," Astarion added.

"Until morning?" Ronen hated how small the words came out. Halsin's arms tightened around him.

"And everything that comes after."

Safe in Halsin's embrace, under Astarion's watchful gaze, Ronen did something he didn't think he ever had before and cried himself, silently, to sleep.

[beatrizmar-world]

" She wasn’t supposed to be there.

This was the stupidest thing that she had ever done in her life; agreeing to go on a date with a stranger she had ‘met through an app, one she knew nothing about- only because he had shown great interest in her.

And now she was sitting here, paying the price for it" ____________________________________________________

I've just published chapter 1 of my new story- Dangerous Attraction,

Happy Reading!

[the-dying-star]

I just love them 😭❤️🖤

From my Rottmnt AU in my Fanfic.

Donatello & his Draheim from chapter 8 of If Not For Me

[sovereignofarendelle]

"No," she shook her head, her hands cupping his face and drawing him to her for several kisses. she laughed softly. "That was so much better than any book I've ready. You, sir. Bekker, put every fictional man to shame." she kissed him again and again.

"Thank you for leaving me when you did, much as I hate losing the feeling of you inside of me, I'm not ready for the adventure that comes after that quite yet. But if you are ...after our trip ...maybe we can talk about someone who is?" she smiles. Flopping down beside him to catch her breath.

"I think I'm going to have a rash on my thighs for days. I'll wear it proudly. How is your arm?"

"I love you too," he echoes her sentiment and arousal, at her request he shifts their positions and slowly sheathes himself inside of her.

He looks into her eyes, and just like that, they were one. Hans didn't need to say words, she was his, but he was hers.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to let go, to stop thinking and fully feel, to kiss her, to let her hands explore and his hands touch her.

To thrust into her and feel as she matched his rhythm and fervor. To repeat her name to her lips amidst moans, "Ah-na," he croaked, his voice cracking and deep as he took her lips hungrily again, his heart beating so fast he thought it may leap up his throat and join hers.

And the sensation of climax threatening to overtake him, he'd climb to the edge of the precipice and slow down his rhythm, over and over again, each time he did, he was building more, more pressure, more need.

And when the pressure was unmountable, he had to do the unthinkable, the one thing he really did not want to do, but he must do because that's what they agreed they would, using his strength and her weight he rolled to the side, so he could pull out, barely in time, leaving a mess on Anna's thighs. His chest heaved with the intensity of their union. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you." He says "I almost didn't make it out in time," He tells her "Did I slow your roll? I can make it up for you."

[shinigami-striker]

Metal Gear Solid Collection (Vol. 1) | Thursday, 10.24.24

On this day, the Metal Gear Solid: Master Collection (Vol. 1) was released a year ago to celebrate the 35th anniversary of the Metal Gear franchise.

[acsuttles]

4K – God of War – Favors – Dwarves – Ivaldi’s Curse – Part 5

#Kratos #Atreus #GodofWar #Favors #Dwarves #IvaldisCurse #Sony #SonyInteractiveEntertainment #April2018 #BloodandGore #IntenseViolence #StrongLanguage #RatedMforMature

[ambrial-blog]

Surrender at the Harvest Moon.

The Beginning. Just before the pain games start, Blitz couldn't help but notice the ruggedly handsome ranch hand. Who came barreling over a fence: the first time that they met. The Wrangler keeps flirting with him. And, Blitz loves the attention. The Boss imp, was able to avoid being claimed for years. And, it wasn't about to change now.

Or so he thought. As the games begin, he is easily able to out compete every beta, and alpha in the mix except for one. Striker Bartholomew who has definitely been keeping an eye/paying attention to the city imp. Chasing him over every hurdle: after getting slapped in the ass by that sharp tail. Surprised that Blitz manages to use him as a catapult leaping over him, and spurring him on. One thing was for sure, this Wrathian had never seen an Omega with skills Blitzo has. And, he soon feels a need he hasn't felt in a long time. A need to claim. As the games continue he uses these challenges to test the Omega. And, when it finally comes to the mud wrestling competition. That is when he makes his decision. The Omega was going to be his. Blitz notices the Alpha getting a little too handsy during the games. But plays it off until later when he realizes. That the Alpha was using the games as a test. The roar of the crowd fueled him as he pounced on the cowboy dragging him through the wet mud and muck. His eyes shone with unbridled glee as Striker's tail wrapped around Blitz's upper thigh. Pulling the city imp on top of him, the city slicker quirked an eyebrow as the cowboy's callus hand slips under his waistline and continues to roam: Cupping Blitz's firm ass: and causing Stolas to fall from his perch. 

Blitzo wipes the smudge of mud from the cowboy’s cheek. Catching Striker off guard that was all it took Blitz flipped Striker onto his chest. Striker hisses as the taste of mud got onto his tongue. Blitz nips his ear as he straddles his waist. Striker turns his head so that he can breathe. His tail fizzes with excitment.  This Omega was wiley and unpredictable.  And as he wiped the mud from his face. His mood soured as the prince came running to greet Blitz.Stolas took out a napkin and began cleaning Blitz’s face. Blitz was about to say something when Stolas gripped his face giving the infernal imp a sharp look.  Striker narrowed his eyes, his sight never leaving Blitzo’s jaw where a slight bruise could be seen. 

[thegodsdemise]

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[dustofbrokenheart]

My girls! ✨

i love all of them t.t

[bogbees]

had an absolutely miserable advil induced dream. like, young children, your pets eat you after you die, rolled up into this thing that's making me super sad.

don't be curious ab it if you're not mature enough to handle gore. I'm only writing it down to like, cope bc i am utterly miserable

a young boy had been tied up and gagged, and his precious puppy was also tied up with him, but positioned in a way it had access to the boy's foot and had eaten most of it by the time his dad and brother found him.

i remember when they had removed the puppy and tied it up, the little boy still tried to get close to it, bc that was his puppy!! he loves it! it's not it's fault that the mob did this to send a message to his dad!

which, was a whole ass thing. it was like, a chapter book and i had grown attached to all the characters, the gruff single father struggling to raise his two sons, the older brother who was acting out but got better, the younger brother who was too sweet for all their troubles.

i am so. "advil doesn't cause fucked up dreams" it's the only different thing I've consumed!!! this ain't smth my mind usually conjures up! i am so sad!!!! so so so so so sad.