#Sand seal racing

[teaforce-steph]

Gerudo sand-surf rock

They'd be called the Patricias. (Amps courtesy of Robbie.)

I love that the Gerudo and surf rock both have Middle Eastern-ish influences; That was the entire thought process. Just imagine the Surfer's Choice album cover, but make it sand seals.

Bonus sketches below:

[janmenart]

BoTW sketch in case I never finish it, as student teaching started this week and I’m dead

[shannonsketches]

an incomplete list of animals i'd like to see utilized in gerudo valley + canyon + desert + highlands

[newtabfics]

I NEED PART 2 OF REDEEMED TOTK GANONDORF X READER WHERE THEY GET TO SEE THE SAND SEAL RACES 🙏🙏🙏🙏 (btw your writing brought me to tears ily)

YA KNOW WHAT. BET. ITS sAND SEAL RACING TIME.

"Here," He said, handing her the Hydromelon. "Just eat into the fruit. It'll help."

"Thank you," Y/N sighed in relief as she took the fruit. She smiled when Zelda approached, watching him cautiously. "Heya, Princess. Link's about ready?"

"Yes. He's...oh you know how he is with these little games," She chuckled affectionately before sitting beside her. "Ganondorf has been watching you?"

Y/N's cheeks were still flushed as she looked away in embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Ganondorf hummed. "You're not used to the desert. I'm just glad we were nearby, and we managed to set up a tent. It might well allow you some refuge so you can enjoy the races." He blinked as he glanced over, saw a stand selling dried meats, and squinted. "Are...Are they selling...Molduga meats?"

"It's become a popular thing as far as snacks go," Zelda offered. "Only a few people can hunt it so it's more of a novelty." he nodded, frowning worriedly. "Is there something wrong with that?"

Ganondorf hummed and looked at her. "Bokoblin meat is for sale too then? It only makes sense."

Zelda and Y/N both shuddered at that, nodding in agreement on how strange it was either way before they heard the Gerudo blow into the horn.

Ganondorf watched Link dart ahead with the other racers, the three of them watching excitedly. He knew he couldn't compete because of his size, but watching the seals dart around the desert course still sent a childish thrill through him and--

"GO LINK GO!" He suddenly cheered loudly, startling nearly everyone. "DESTROY YOUR ENEMIES!"

"Oh Hylia above," Y/N wheezed as Zelda only stared in startled horror. "Let's go, Link! Destroy them!" She cheered.

Zelda only smiled and hollored along as Link coaxed his seal to go faster, glancing at Tali. Her goggles were situated in place to shield her eyes, keeping her focus on the race itself. He clenched his jaw and kneeled on his shield, gaining speed.

"Go, Link!" Y/N cheered, glancing up at Ganondorf. She gulped thickly as she took in the sight of him excitedly cheering. He was only allowed this through her pleading.

When she collapsed in the heat, she was lucky the man was beside her and quickly moved, helping revive her and right her body heat. Zelda had told her she was so lucky to have him nearby.

Her heart fluttered as he blinked and looked down at her with a boyish grin. She bumped him gently, smiling softly. "Thanks again," she said softly, her voice drowned by the cheering around her.

The man blinked before patting her head gently. "Just glad you're alright."

They didn't notice how Zelda glanced over, catching their moment before refocusing on Link. She'd have to update him on that one later.

[science-lings]

The Riju stan within me has fully awakened and now the au I have where Zelda and Link live with the Gerudo after the Calamity is coming back at full force 

[kiarts]

Me and the bestie!!! She is so so cool in this game!!

[pucksandpower]

Sink or Swim

Charles Leclerc x lifeguard!Reader

Summary: in which Charles learns there are some sports he’s just not cut out for … but at least he got a date with a cute lifeguard out of the whole ordeal

Warnings: near drowning

The salty sea breeze whips through Charles’ hair as he paddles out into the turquoise waters off St Kilda beach in Melbourne. It’s a few days before the Australian Grand Prix, and he’s determined to catch some waves and soak up the laid-back lifestyle before the high-pressure weekend begins.

“You’ve got this, mate!” His surf instructor Brent calls out with an encouraging grin. The tan, stocky Aussie has been giving Charles private lessons, showing him the proper technique for popping up on the board.

Charles gives Brent a tentative smile back, gripping the sides of the board tightly as he bobs up and down on the rolling swell. He’s a world-class driver, but he’s way out of his element here in the ocean. Still, he loves a new challenge.

A decent wave starts to form up ahead. “Here comes one! Remember to pop up when I say!” Brent yells.

Charles takes a deep breath and begins paddling hard as the wave builds momentum. “Pop up! Pop up!”

With all his strength, Charles pulls himself up into a crouched stance on the board — and immediately loses his balance, tumbling head-over-heels into the cool saltwater.

He breaks through the surface, sputtering and laughing at his graceless wipeout. “I’m afraid surfing may not be for me!”

“Don’t give up yet, we’re just getting started!” Brent hollers back with a grin.

For the next couple hours, Charles repeatedly attempts to ride the waves, only to lose his footing or get pitched off every time. He’s soaked and exhausted, but utterly thrilled to be out on the ocean instead of cooped up preparing for the race.

You’re stationed on the beach in your red and yellow lifeguard uniform, watching Charles’ futile surfing attempts through your binoculars. He certainly gets an ’A’ for effort if nothing else.

A solid set of waves starts rolling in, larger than the previous ones. You can see the raw power behind them.

“Big ones coming through!” Brent shouts over the crashing surf.

Charles nods and makes his way into position, paddling furiously as a massive wave rears up ahead of him. He pops up on the board at the optimal moment — and immediately gets launched into the air, flipping upside down violently as the full force of the wave pummels him underwater.

You gasp, realizing Charles hasn’t resurfaced after the extended pounding. In a flash you’re sprinting across the sand and diving into the choppy water, your steely eyes scanning for any sign of him.

There — a limp figure drifting beneath the surface, sinking slowly.

You kick hard, swimming as fast as you can while the current batters against you. Finally you reach him, wrapping your arms tightly around Charles’ motionless body and kicking back up towards the air. You break through, desperately gasping for air.

“Help! Surfer down!” You rasp, hauling Charles’ dead weight towards the shore as Brent and another lifeguard race out to assist.

You lay Charles on his back in the sand, quickly checking for a pulse. Faint and thready … but there. You tilt his head back and seal your lips over his, exhaling two rescue breaths into his lungs to fill them with air.

Nothing.

You interlock your fingers and start performing hard, rapid chest compressions. “Come on, breathe!” You growl through gritted teeth, your powerful arms pounding against Charles’ chest.

Finally — he coughs and sputters, vomiting up saltwater as his eyes flutter open in a daze. You roll him on his side, patting his back firmly as he continues coughing and wheezing.

“Wh-where … am I?” Charles murmurs hoarsely, blinking slowly as he takes in your face hovering over him.

You give him a relieved smile. “Don’t worry, you’re safe on the beach now. I’m the lifeguard who pulled you out, you nearly drowned out there.”

He squints at you, still looking dazed and confused. “Am … am I in heaven? You must be an angel ...”

You can’t help but let out a little laugh at his muddled words, your cheeks flushing slightly. “No, definitely not heaven. Just good old St Kilda beach. How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck,” Charles groans, gingerly touching his heaving chest. “Everything hurts.”

“That’s what happens when you take on a 12 foot wave,” Brent chuckles, toweling off Charles’ soaked hair with a caring hand. “Let’s get you warmed up and looked over, eh?”

With your help, Charles is able to stand unsteadily. You wrap a thick towel around his shoulders, rubbing his arms briskly to get the blood flowing.

“I don’t think surfing is my calling,” he chuckles weakly, leaning into you a little.

“Probably not,” you agree with a smirk. “Best to leave it to the pros from now on. You saved yourself from becoming the first ever Formula 1 driver shark snack.”

Charles laughs, grimacing and holding his ribs. “Ouch … don’t make me laugh, everything hurts when I laugh.”

“Well then let’s get you looked over and make sure nothing’s broken or bruised too badly,” you reply gently. Keeping an arm around Charles, you begin walking him slowly back across the beach towards the lifeguard hut.

As you’re tending to Charles, cleaning the sand off his cuts and wrapping his chest snugly, he gazes at you with wonder. “I don’t even know your name, angel.”

You shake your head with an amused smirk. “It’s Y/N. And I’ll accept being called an angel just this once after saving your life out there.”

“Y/N,” Charles repeats, committing it to memory with a warm smile. “I’ll never forget it. You’re my guardian angel today.”

You can’t help but blush a little at his sincerity and charisma, even soaking wet and battered on the bench. There’s just something magnetic about Charles.

Once he’s patched up, Charles stretches out his legs with a wince. “Thank you for rescuing me. I very clearly should not have tried to take on that monster wave.” His eyes twinkle roguishly. “Though I have to admit, the thought of you giving me mouth-to-mouth was quite nice.”

“Oh stop it,” you laugh, playfully swatting at his shoulder. “I was just doing my job. But you’re welcome, even if it means no more surfing lessons for you.”

“Ah yes, my pro surfing career is tragically cut short,” Charles jokes wistfully. His expression turns more serious. “But in all honesty … you saved my life today, Y/N. I can’t thank you enough for that. I would be lying at the bottom of the ocean if not for you.”

You meet his warm green eyes, his face still holding the fading marks of his near drowning. “I’m just glad I was in the right place at the right time to help.”

A charged moment passes between you before Charles clears his throat, looking almost sheepish. “So, uh … I know this might seem a little forward of me. But would you want to maybe come watch me race this weekend? As my personal guest?”

You blink in surprise at the unexpected invitation. “Oh, I-I don’t know, that seems like a lot of-”

“Please, I insist!” Charles cuts you off eagerly. “It’s the absolute least I can do to try and repay my own personal angel for saving me.” He gives you a playful grin. “Unless you make a habit of turning down devilishly handsome race car drivers?”

You roll your eyes at his playful cockiness, but you’re already smiling and shaking your head. “You know what, why not? It could be fun to see you in your natural habitat.”

“Fantastic!” Charles beams happily. “Then it’s a date — well, not a date exactly, more like ...” He stumbles over his words sheepishly.

“It’s a date,” you confirm with an amused smirk, putting him out of his flustered misery.

Charles lights up, reaching out to take your hand warmly in his. “A date it is then. Thank you again, Y/N. I’ll show you a much better time at the race than I did trying to surf today.”

You give his hand a squeeze with a fond smile. “I’ll hold you to that, Charles Leclerc.”

[shotmrmiller]

dark-ish simon but only because he cares :(

thinking about how you were doing something menial, like taking out the trash when simon's on leave and he tries to reach for the bags but—

"i've got it, simon. i'm strong and independent too, y'know?" it's such an innocuous comment. light as a feather but it lands heavily on simon's psyche. it'd been a gentle tease meant to brush off his assistance.

but insecurity takes hold instead. an unwanted seed taking root in his head. it has him spiraling, your words twisting and turning, taking a life of their own.

what now? first it's the trash, then it'll be the groceries. the car note. the mortgage. how long will it take until he's no longer wanted? no longer needed?

he watches you, silent as ever, as you titter around with a soft smile on your lips as you water the drying plants on the windowsill. take out a step stool to reach for the cups on the top shelf. open a jar of pickles with a knife, sliding the pointed tip of it under the lid until the seal breaks with a pop.

you've learned to live without him.

he can feel the ground beneath him crumble.

it strangles the last tatters of rationality he has. (not like he had much of a grasp on it to begin with, especially where you're concerned.) he can't have you thinking of him as a choice. to cast him aside, to realize that there's probably better out there for you. someone who won't be gone for months at a time, who won't flirt with death daily.

not when you're it for him.

it grips at his racing heart, panic digging its spurs into his chest. he needs you with a ferocity that transcends obsession. and he needs to be needed by you in equal measure.

it's not just about him anymore— it's about you. 'us'. he won't let you slip through his fingers like grains of sand, not when you're the only reason he fights to come back home. the steady rhythm of your heart, when he lays his head on your chest, is the closest thing to peace he'll ever know.

his determination hardens like tempered steel, his purpose sharpening. simon walks the tightrope of moral ambiguity at all times. nothing new.

this is the only way, he tells himself. the only way to reaffirm his place in your world.

your quiet voice fills the silence of your shared flat as you ramble about the latest gossip there is at your job, unaware that simon is currently messaging johnny and kyle the closest thing to a plea for help they'll ever get from him.

meet me at the usual in an hour. we'll talk then.

he's going to do what he does best.

keep the bad men away.

you'll never know a thing.

[felibrary]

COLUMBA

synopsis: rainbow roses represent love and passion. similar to the feelings you’ve harbored for lyney ever since the two of you were children, feelings full of determination and tenderness.you take the initiative to confess your feelings,  the cards are already laid out on the table, the choices have already been written out and decided. besides one: the one that reveals lyneys response. how will he react?

✧ pairing: lyney x reader | wordcount: 2.1k | content and warnings: fluff, angst, confessing feelings | prompt: unrequited love | oneshot

✧ authors note: i might dislike this one even more than the "wish you were sober" one... this one's just so much more choppier</3

✧ tags: @azullumi

event: STARCROSSED 2024

“and a rainbow rose for you!” 

the sly magician winks at you as he reaches out his gloved hand to yours. lyneys slender fingers are gracefully wrapped around the stem of the colorful flower. he looks at you, eyes full of anticipation as he awaits your reaction. 

his eyes twinkle like an amethyst - a gem that gleams and reflects the fluorescent light as it gets shone upon, presenting the purity that lies hidden beneath the depths of the pair of eyes. the irises that are drenched in a deep purple glint with a certain shimmer that you can’t quite make out. if you were to take a guess you’d say that they look hopeful, buoyant, almost fond. 

seriously, who were you to deny him? his smile is probably worth a fortune, it’s blithe practically dreamy. the ash blond is undeniably a beauty among the nation of justice - a seraphic seashell that lies buried in the fine sand, easily seeping through the tiny gaps of the palms as it is held with utter care. petite sand corns disappearing out of sight and the only object that remains in the hands is the mussel. 

it basks in the radiant sunlight and the sand that slipped out of the grasp of the fingers can only watch in envy, as the seashell continues to relish in the gentleness of the person who discovered it. the one who is allowed to see its beauty and all the secrets that are kept sealed beneath.

amid the vague living room light, lyney continues to shine as elegant as ever. his stage presence long-forgotten, revealing his true nature to you, the lyney whom you know, the one whom you grew up with, the one who makes your heart race. the lyney that shows himself to the outside world is simply just the celebrated magician of the court of fontaine but there was much more to lyney, so much more. 

to the people of fontaine he’s like the backside of a playing card, unaware of the image, the number, the symbol that is imprinted on it. but that’s not the case for you. unlike them you know lyney like the back of your hand. the two of you grew up together at the house of the hearth. under the care of father with lynette, freminet and the other children that resided there. 

no matter how many times lyney and lynette tried to trick you with one of their new learned magic tricks, you’ve always seen through them. nevertheless you weren’t able to deny that they were really impressive, especially for children of such a young age. naturally, over the years he grew up to be a grand magician, not only wrapping the audience that was seated in the rich red places in the court around his fingers, but also you. luring you in by coaxing mellow praises into your ear and simple gestures like this one, offering you a rainbow rose a day before a performance. 

an action that never fails to make you swoon.

his incandescent eyes, the ones that glow like a vibrant glass shard that got swept to the shore by the tide, his million dollar smile that is plastered on his pale face, they are the traits that make lyney look simply irresistible. 

(you don't think you could ever reject lyneys advances, after all you’ve already fallen far too deep into the bottomless abyss, also known as love, to search for your path out.)

right now, at this moment you think lyney looks absolutely majestic, heavenly even. taking a snapshot of this wouldn’t be enough to capture the beauty of lyney. neither would a portrait do the job well. the movements of the paintbrush are delicate, swiftly moving around the canvas, but they’re not enough. no matter how many brushstrokes were to be painted, they still wouldn’t be enough. 

(either way he’d outshine every other painting that gets hung next to his. he’s the muse that will always be out of everyone's reach.) 

simply because lyneys beauty, his bare nature, is something to keep etched into your mind, engraving it onto stone so that it will never fade or wash away, no matter the circumstances.

you reciprocate his action, accepting the flower. grasping the rainbow rose carefully, so that the stem doesn’t crinkle and eventually falls into two pieces or the blossom loses its petals. “my, what’s the occasion?” a performance awaits the folk of fontaine tomorrow. you already knew the answer, but, nevertheless you question him. lyneys honeyed voice is a sound you’ll never get tired of. listening to him as he talks never feels like a chore, rather, it feels like a voluntary course that isn’t important at all. but nevertheless you stick around, to not miss what others don't get to see.

“well, as you might already know, a performance awaits the folk of fontaine tomorrow.” the magician responds. you can only chuckle at that, predicting lyney has always been easy for you. 

“is that so? i can't wait.” you give him a small grin and take another peek at the flower. beautiful, you think to yourself as you look up to lyney once again. the corners of your mouth curve into a content smile. lyney stares right back at you and does the same, giving you a bright grin in return that makes your heart pump quickly. 

the brightness of lyneys smile competes with the one of the sun, it’s warm and welcoming. it works wonders like medicine, soothing and curing your wounds with a simple grin. lyney is out of this world, he's charismatic, making you fall for him head over heels. fun to be around, always making you laugh over stupid jokes. and not to mention caring. 

the first two buttons of his white dress shirt are unbuttoned, showing off his delicate collarbone. lyney was never particularly muscular, rather, he had a quite slender build.

“i’ve never put much effort into my physical training as in my shows. after all, i have an audience to bewitch with magic tricks, not my body."  you recall his words and the giggle he let out after.

some strands of his ash blonde hair are out of place, including his dyed one. his maroon colored hair slightly stands out, but you don’t mind, it's similar to the color of a maple leaf, vivid and lively. flying through the wind, admired by passersby as it floats around in the air. out of reach until someone takes the chance to grab it. 

“by the way, where’s the thank you?” lyney jokes in an offended manner. his sultry voice snapping you out of your former haze. 

“hm?” you tilt your head to the side.

“for the flower.” he points at the rose with his gloved finger. 

“ah, right. thanks a lot, it's really pretty.” you thank him by giving him another smile. before casting your gaze down to the rose again, admiring the colorful petals as you remember charlotte's words. 

“for example, magicians often use “rainbow roses” in their flower related performances to represent passion and romantic encounters.” her words stuck to you like a millstone around one’s neck. surely lyney knows what they mean, he’s not unaware what they symbolize right?

it makes you wonder if lyney is aware of your feelings, and possibly even returns them. lyney has always had a keen eye for the beauty of this world, attentively swaying his gaze around and admiring the elegance that lies within each individual. did lyney also see that kind of beauty in you? one that goes even further down, reaching into the inescapable depths. but then he’d face the ugliness that slummers at the bottom, despite that, how is lyney able to love you? 

for you the beauty of this planet has always been lyney. he’s the sun that you bask in, relishing in its warmth as the sun tendrils place delicate kisses on your body. the water that engulfs your body, plattering against your limbs and makes you feel refreshed. he’s the blood that runs through your veins, the one that makes you function properly.  

the question still lingers in the air: does lyney reciprocate your feelings? 

your grip around the rose is tight, fearing that it might slip out of your grasp when you’re inattentive and losing it. you watch lyney make his way to the stage, the crowd already awaits their renowned magician, waiting in and staring in awe as he performs another unpredictable magic trick. 

the air is thick, the tension increases at every passing second, for both you and the crowd. if lyney takes another step, you’ll lose the lyney you know, your lyney. instead you’ll have to watch as he takes up on his persona, even if it’s only for a mere hour, it always feels like an eternity to you, until you get to see the lyney whom you love again. 

besides the sound of lyney who was shuffling his cards thoroughly once again, it was dead silent.

“nervous?” lyney looks up to you, a knowing glint in his eyes. 

“huh?” you’re confused, what is he implying.

“the way you fiddle with your fingers.” he points at your hands with one of the cards, a red heart you notice. “you only do that when you're anxious.” lyney says. “come on, tell me what’s wrong, you know that i’m always here for you, right?” he gives you a reassuring smile, a genuine smile that isn’t there to satisfy his guests. 

sometimes you forget how easy it is for lyney to see right through you. you nod as a response to his observation. “yeah, ironic isn't it? i’m nervous even though you’re the one who’ll enter the stage at any given moment now.” you try to sound steady, trying to convince yourself. but your voice betrays you, it quivers.

“aww.” lyney coos at you. “you know i hate that expression on you, do you not?” the ash blond sighs dramatically, purple eyes still maintaining eye contact, a fond shadow casting over his pupils. “how am i supposed to go out and present, knowing that my best friend is dying from nervousness.” he jokes, shaking his head. before he looks up at you once again with a look that says “don’t worry.”

best friend. 

“lyney.“ you try to gather your courage, how does one confess their feelings to the person whom they adore?  lyney smiles at you “yeah? i’m all ears.”

“lyney, you’re probably already aware of my feelings. but i really like you.  i love you. i've loved you ever since we got introduced to one another, ever since we were children.” you don’t dare to look him into his eyes, too embarrassed by your confession just now. you play with the fabric of your freshly ironed shirt a bit, to distract yourself, as you await lyneys reactions.

“archons, since when were you this sentimental?” lyney laughs out. “that’s what you were afraid of telling me?” he takes a few steps so that he stands in front of you now. “gotten all shy now?” the magician teases before patting your head. the action makes you look up, greeted by lyneys smile . “i love you too. youre like another sibling to me.” he slightly tilts his head to the side. "even though we’re not blood related, it just feels like we’re family, don’t you think?”

“no! lyney that's not what i-” you protest but you get cut off by the announcement.

“and now ladies and gentlemen, presenting fontaines renowned duo, mr. lyney and ms. lynette! a big applause please!” 

“ah!” lyney looks behind him where everything was already set up and put in place. “i suppose that is my sign to leave. farewell!” he inches away from you. “let’s reunite after the show, shall we?” he winks at you and bids you goodbye before rushing off to make his way over to the stage.

you remain glued to the floor, frozen in place after you’ve just gotten rejected. you hope this is just another one of lyneys antics, a joke that he will later on reveal as faux and tell you that he reciprocates your feelings. but you know that he won't. yes, perhaps lyney is a liar, a good one at that. he has lied to a dozen people before, but never once to you. 

the rainbow rose in your head shines vividly in the dim lightning, its petals making it glow beautifully. you’re not sure what came over you, frustration, regret, remorse. you’re not certain. the petals that were once finely attached to the pistil, will be gone, you rip the petals off, one by one.

he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.

© VYNICITY 2024. stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms or feeding them to ai is not permitted.

e/n: "i got sibling-zoned." "that's rough buddy."

[darlingsfandom]

“In The Land of Gods & Monsters”

kinktober day two.

pairing: The 10th doctor x fem reader!

tw: p in v, jerking off, nipple play!

He was taken back watching you lay there so peacefully for once. The way the sun glistened on your body showing off the water droplets made you look like a goddess. The doctor had promised you a vacation after the last trip almost got you killed.

The land was occupied by what most people would be considered monsters but that didn’t bother you. The place was almost like a garden of Eden but with taller trees, clearer water and no fruit. You had ran from the TARDIS as soon as the doors had opened , the warm sand on your bare feet since you had thrown your shoes off as fast as you could. It was as if there was a chemical floating around in the air that erased the stress from your brain.

“Enjoying yourself?” The doctor spoke up as he sat on a rock next to you as you gently floated in the water. Your eyes slowly opened before you decided to pull yourself up. The water slowly cascaded down your figure as you approached him from the water. Your hands rested on his knees making his breath hitch.

“What I need to enjoy myself is….” Your hand ran up his thigh making him place his hand over yours. “You.” Your lips parted slightly as you squeezed his thigh. He watched how your eyes grew darker, not what he remembered. Those weren’t your eyes, those weren’t your hands! They couldn’t be.

“If I got a little prettier, could I be your baby?” You asked laying your head on his shoulder.

“What? You’re very pretty! Why would I think other wise?” The doctor cupped your chin making you look at him. He studied your face and everything he knew about you had disappeared. His sweet companion was taken over by whatever was in the water. The thing was, it was still you, everything was still you but you didn’t feel like you!

“Then why won’t you fuck me!” Your lips pouted in a way that made his hearts break. His thumb ran over your lips and you captured it in your mouth. You sucked gently making him tilt his head. He thought about where the two of you had landed and it dawned on him. This was you! The side he had never seen, this planet, this land is where other creatures came to honeymoon and mate! It’s the water! You had been soaking in the water for awhile and your darkest desires had been brought to life.

“I can’t fuck you … you know that!” He ran his fingers through your hair making you whine. You tilted your head and begged with your eyes as you gripped his legs.

“But why!!” You pleaded .

“Because if I do I won’t be able to stop!” He grabbed your arms and looked back into your eyes. Both of you stayed silent until a soft breeze blew making you feel like you were on fire since all your hormones were racing. Your lips sealed the deal making his eyes widen before closing to enjoy the taste of your lips. You moved your lips against his slowly making his hands moved up and down your back before he grabbed onto your hips. The squeeze earned him a moan from you as you started to grind against him. The doctor couldn’t believe that you had been hiding this side.

“Please doctor ! I need you.” You whimpered as you continued to rut against him. He watched you carefully before helping you stand up, he pulled your wet clothes off and set them aside. His hands guided you to lay down on top of the wet clothes and he got on top of you. His eyes locked in on yours as he leaned down to kiss you like this was movie. His kisses were soft and sweet but your hormones wanted more. Your legs wrapped around his waist to lock him in as he moved his lips down your jawline to your neck making sure to pepper kisses everywhere since it got you going. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples gently and sucked as he used his free fingers to rub your nipple slowly. It was exactly what you’ve been wanting.

“Doctor!” You moaned quietly while running your fingers through his hair. His eyes shot open to look at the face of pure ecstasy you were making as he switched between your nipples. He was so gentle with you until he felt you squeeze her legs harder around him.

“Don’t you worry , I got you.” He mumbled between your breasts before he sat up a little to undo his belt. You sat on your elbows to watch him undo his pants and your eyes went wide.

“Oh my… doctor! What have you been hiding from me?” You reached down between your bodies to gently stroke his cock which made him whimper! He actually whimpered! The doctor was captivated by how you felt stroking him.

“I didn’t know… how good that would feel.” He whispered before you spit in your hand and went back to stroking his cock making him roll his eyes back to enjoy the feeling. You watched him with sultry eyes. The doctor grabbed your hand and removed it before kissing your knuckles. Both of you smiled until he moved to align his cock with your cunt. The juices leaking out of you was a clear sign that you were ready and he took his time slowly sliding into you. Your nose scrunched a little as your nails dug at his arms making him hiss.

“Doctor ! Fuck!” You whined as he bottomed out in you. He looked down into your eyes making you blush. His palms went flat against the rock as he lifted his hips a little and started thrusting into you. His movements were gentle , loving and filling which made you grab his face to pull him in for a kiss that turned heated as you ran your tongue over his bottom lip. The doctor parted his lips to allow you to slip your tongue in his mouth.

He moved his hands down to your hips and gripped them tighter as he started fucking you harder.

“Don’t stop doctor!” You pulled on his hair making him groan. The two of you were going at it like you’ve dreamed off many times. He fucked you faster making your toes curl in the air as he lifted your hips so he could go deeper, it was as if the doctor was finally relaxed enough to let it all go. He moaned out your name as he hit that sweet spot for you.

“Oh, I don’t think I can hold back much longer.” He panted as his thrusts became messy. You knew what was about to happen so you wrapped your legs as tight as you could around him making sure he could fill you up. He shook his head at you before he felt his orgasm hit him making him shake a little above you!

A rush of nerves hit you as your own orgasm was on the edge. He panted above you as he emptied his cum deep inside of your wet cunt. Your hands gripped his arms tightly as you screamed out in pleasure making some birds fly from the trees around you. Both of you laughed as you came down from the high!

“Come on, let’s get you back inside and cleaned up so I can take care of you.” The doctor slowly pulled out, grabbed your hand and helped you up as you grabbed your clothes.

“Doctor? Do you feel like we’re being watched?” You asked as followed him back to the TARDIS.

“Oh dear, this is the lands of Gods and Monsters, of course we’re being watched.” He kissed your cheek as you walked back in to the familiar safe space. The doctor wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head.

“Doctor?” You turned on your heel to see him smiling.

“Yes?”

“We have to come here more often!” You smiled at him before he cupped your face and kissed you hard enough to make you melt. In the land of gods and monsters you truly were his angel.

[bzurk]

ghost x selkie!reader

cw: abduction

Until the day she came to land and shed her skin lying in the sand, He stole what he believed he earned and took her by the hand, And he said: "Selkie, now you belong to me!"

“Please,” the soldier's mind was abruptly yanked from his thoughts as a soft, pleading voice pierced through the air. Neutral brown eyes met the sight of a young woman, standing bare and vulnerable, her eyes flitting from the coat in his hands to the pod of seals retreating from the sand into the ocean. “Would you kindly return my pelt?”

Ghost had, unwittingly, heard tales of Selkies, whispered amongst the elderly of the coastal town, all rumour and gossip he had overheard - bewitchingly beautiful beings who slipped between seal and human forms, wild and untamed like the sea itself. They were rare, elusive, creatures of legend. He often wondered where the stories came from. Now, faced with the reality, he stared at you, his gaze roving over your naked body, lingering on the enticing swell of your hips and thighs, as if tracing the curves of a precious sculpture.

"Please," you repeated, your voice trembling as you took a hesitant step towards him. "I need it back."

Ghost's mind raced as he tried to make sense of everything. He had always been a practical man, relying on logic and reason rather than tales and legends. But here in front of him stood a woman who seemed to defy all rational explanation. But the urgency in your voice, accompanied by your constant watch over the disappearing seals, is what made it click firmly into place in his mind.

Distantly, he recalled the belief that keeping a Selkie's pelt would bind them to the owner. His grip tightened around the warm, velvety fur in his hands. Sand fell from its surface effortlessly, the thin layer of fur slightly damp and slick. Despite being buried in the cold sand, it remained warm to the touch.

His initial curiosity and scepticism had transformed into a deep, burning fascination as he watched you squirm before him. You were ethereal, smooth swathes of bare skin glistening with drops of water that shone like the faces of a crystal, backlit by the glow of the moon over the ocean. He wondered if your skin would be as soft, as warm, as the pelt clutched between his brutish, calloused hands. He found himself imagining your touch, what it would be like to have you draped around him, to feel the softness of your skin against his, the soft caress of your hands over his body, touching him, teasing him, loving him.

And yet you still stood before him, pleading for the return of your pelt. But Ghost couldn't bring himself to let you go that easily. The thought of possessing you sent shivers down his spine, igniting a burning fire inside him that refused to be tamed. He could feel himself losing control as he watched you tremble before him, torn between staying with your pod or escaping with your precious pelt. He knew if he gave it back to you, you would flee. You’d rush off without a backward glance, vanishing like a wisp of fog in the morning sun, never to be seen again.

He couldn't let you go. He was captivated, already imagining what it would be like to possess you completely, undoubtedly high off the promise of complete power over somebody, to own them, to control them, bound to his side for as long as he held your prized coat.

“No,” he found himself saying, his voice a low rumble, slowly standing up. He carefully tucked your pelt into his bag, watching the colour drain from your face as you trembled in the cool night air. “I don’t think I will,” Ghost murmured, his presence looming over you like a gathering storm. He reached out, his grip gentle yet unyielding on your arm as you instinctively flinched and stepped back. “It’s quite soft, innit? Real nice. You mustn’t treasure it much if you left it out in the open like you did.”

You tried to pull away from his hold, desperation flashing in your eyes as you glanced at the ocean's promise of safety and freedom. But without your pelt, you were helpless, shore-bound.

You stumbled back, heart racing like a caged bird. Turning to call for help from your pod, you saw only the distant specks of their forms against the horizon. A leaden weight settled in your chest, and your resistance waned. You tried to run, but Ghost's grip on your arm was unyielding. He reached for you with his other hand, his touch meant to soothe but only further incited fear inside you.

His tugging was insistent, inescapable, shushing your noisy protests as he removed his coat and draped you in it. Ghost felt a smug satisfaction curl through him at the sight of you, drowning in the black cloth, a stark contrast to your ethereal beauty. Your feeble attempts to escape were in vain, your pleas swallowed by the night's indifferent silence.

With a heavy heart, you finally resigned yourself to your fate as a captive, knowing that your pod would never return for you, not after being spotted. With each step towards the unknown, the weight on your shoulders grew heavier, knowing that you would never be truly free again, not unless this monster of a man deemed it so.

[nylpad]

EMBERS

Warnings: Emotional content,Cultural themes

Author: Seeing as my last Zuko post did great I thought I'd make another one as per @chevysstuffs 's request.

The sun dipped low over Ember Island, casting a warm glow on the white sands and the gentle waves that lapped at the shore. It was the kind of evening that invited quiet reflection, and for Zuko, it was a welcome respite from the demands of his princely duties.

You, on the other hand, had come to the island seeking solace from the bustling life of the capital. As fate would have it, your path crossed with the prince's on this serene beach, away from the prying eyes of the court.

"Enjoying the sunset?" Zuko's voice broke the silence, his figure approaching with a grace that belied his usual intensity.

You turned, surprised to find him alone. "Yes, it's beautiful here."

He nodded, sitting beside you. "I used to come here to think, to escape. But now," he paused, looking at you, "it feels different."

The conversation flowed as easily as the tide, and with each word, the distance between prince and commoner seemed to blur. Laughter mingled with the sea breeze, and for a moment, the world was perfect.

Days turned into weeks, and your acquaintance with Zuko deepened. The palace hosted a grand ball, and though you felt out of place among the nobility, Zuko's invitation was impossible to refuse.

The ballroom was aglow with firebenders' flames, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Zuko extended his hand, and you accepted, stepping into the rhythm of the music.

As you danced, his gaze never wavered from yours, and in the flickering light, you saw not a prince, but a young man with hopes and fears. The connection between you was undeniable, a spark that threatened to ignite into something more.

It was on a quiet evening in the royal gardens that Zuko's true feelings surfaced. The fireflies danced around, mirroring the nervous energy that Zuko exuded.

"I've been meaning to tell you something," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "These past weeks, getting to know you, have been the happiest of my life."

Your heart raced, anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

"I care for you, more than I thought possible," he confessed, his golden eyes searching yours for a reaction.

The words hung between you, a delicate truth that held the power to change everything.

This is just the beginning of their story, a tale of unexpected romance and personal discovery. If you'd like to continue this journey, let me know, and I can write the next chapters, weaving a narrative that captures the essence of a blossoming love between Zuko and the reader.

The days that followed were filled with stolen moments and secret glances. Zuko, once a prince bound by duty and honor, found himself yearning for the freedom to love openly. You, who had always been just a face among the many in the palace, now held the heart of the Fire Nation's heir.

One evening, as the wind whispered through the gardens, Zuko took your hand and led you to the edge of the palace, where the view of the volcano met the starry sky.

"I've never felt this way before," he admitted, his voice carrying the weight of his lineage. "With you, I'm just Zuko, not the prince, not the firebender—just me."

You smiled, your hand squeezing his. "And I'm just me, not an attendant, not a subject—just a person who sees you for who you truly are."

The promise of tomorrow hung in the air, a future where titles and roles would not define your bond.

The annual Fire Nation Festival was a spectacle of lights, colors, and celebration. It was a night when the entire nation came together, and for Zuko, it was an opportunity to show you his world.

As fireworks painted the sky, Zuko's eyes were fixed on you, the reflection of the vibrant explosions dancing in your gaze. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that sealed your intertwined fates.

The crowd erupted in cheers, oblivious to the union of two souls amidst the revelry. It was a moment of pure magic, a testament to the power of love that knows no bounds.

Time passed, and with each day, the connection between you and Zuko grew stronger. The palace walls, once a barrier, now served as the foundation for a love that defied convention.

On the night of the first snowfall, Zuko stood before you, a look of determination in his eyes. "I don't know what the future holds," he said, "but I know I want you in it."

You reached out, your fingers tracing the scar that marked his past. "And I'll be there, through every challenge, every victory."

It was a vow made not with words, but with hearts that beat as one, a silent promise to face the world together.

[azsazz]

Soul on Fire

Eris x Reader

Summary: You've been called to the throne room to speak with the High Lord...and you can't say you're mad when you find out he doesn't want to talk at all.

Warnings: Smut, face-fucking, choking, brief mention of voyeurism.

Word Count: 3,172

Notes: The Eris era is really Erising. 💅🏼

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The tall doors of the throne room loom before you. 

Thick wood so dark it looks like it’s been scorched by the powers of many Autumn rulers before, black creeping up from the floorboards where the staff hadn’t been able to sand it away. The brass knobs are as clean as ever, polished frequently, the metal so pristine you can see the nervous sweat beading at your hairline, the flush to your cheeks, and the anxious look in your eyes.

You’ve been called to the throne to stand before the High Lord of the Autumn Court. For what, you only had an inkling of an idea, but your heart races a timorous beat as you flee from your rooms as soon as you heard word of the royal requesting your presence.

A steady breath in, and out, before you push your way into the room.

A gust of Autumn wind lifts your hair off of your shoulders. It’s chillier than you thought it would be, with the usually hot tempered High Lord this room was nearly always filled with the fiery heat of his commands. The new ruler of the Court is having a bit of trouble keeping his father’s men under his thumb. You wonder how long any of those single-minded old males will last before the breeze blows their ashes away from the palace.

The large room is silent and empty, except for the High Lord lounging upon his throne. Your breath stutters in your chest as you catch sight of him, looking every bit of the Lord he had always been destined to become.

“You called, your highness?” you ask when you reach the bottom of the dais. The intricate rug drapes down the many stairs leading to the large throne the High Lord is sat upon, sharp branches and leaves twining like that of the Autumn Court seal. The throne itself is luxurious and new, as Eris hadn’t wanted to sit on something that his father once had. He wanted the traditional umbers of the court that signified the burnt destruction Beron had caused throughout his reigning years removed. In its place sits a sleek throne draped in mossy greens – a new beginning – your High Lord sitting leisurely in his rightful spot.

He looks as effortless as ever, and your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of him. Eris is slumped back, one leg hooked over the arm of the throne while he stares you down with a lazy grin. His burnished crown shines against the ruddy copper of his hair, a strand hanging in front of his eyes that he couldn’t be bothered to brush back. 

Eris takes his time responding, instead he takes in the sight of you, a long lick of his eyes from your face to where your crimson skirts pool against the stone floors and back up again. He smirks when he sees the brightness to your cheeks, matching the color of the fabrics you don.

“Yes.” He sounds like smoked cinnamon and it seeps through your skin to settle in your bones. Your mind strays to the night before, when he’d whispered many pleasant words into your every limb. “Take off that dress.”

“Really?” you scoff, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. “I thought you called upon me for something serious.”

The caramel of Eris’ eyes burns, deepening to dark sugar. It licks up your spine, a sharp, hot, sear and your thighs clench at the sudden ache between them at his response. “Oh, fawn, I am deathly serious.”

You tsk, “Now isn’t the time to be playing, Er–”

“King,” he corrects, suddenly shifting in his seat. Your mouth goes dry as he swings his leg from where it was resting over the arm of the throne, planting his boot down to the floor with purpose as he leans forward to stare down at you, elbows resting on his knees. 

“Your Highness, King, mate…” you drawl. His nostrils flare at the last term, pupils swallowing the molten sugar of his iris’ like a void. Eris loves this little game, a King playing with his loyal subject. Even though you are his queen–his equal–you love it when he pulls rank and takes charge.

“The dress, fawn,” he reminds you, nodding to your fine clothing. He'd had the gown made for you as a surprise, and it’s the first time you’ve worn it. Maybe Eris had had ulterior motives to speak with you before you’d waltzed into the room and took his breath away.

Swallowing harshly, you hold his heated gaze for a long moment. The burning flames flicker, and you know the longer you wait to follow his orders, the rougher he’ll be.

You want to wait until he cracks. Until he stalks down from his throne and drags you back up there with him. Until he slips your skirts over your head and stuffs them into your mouth and rips your panties from your dripping cunt. Until your ass and pussy are throbbing and raw from the lashes from his thick rings and open palm.

But you know Eris has more patience than anyone you’ve ever met. He had to, to be able to deal with his father being on the throne for centuries, and even now, with Beron dead, his people still hold powerful positions until Eris kills them in a hot-tempered conversation or finds replacements for them.

He smirks at you when your hands slip behind you, finding the tie of your corset and tugging it loose. He leans back in his chair more comfortably as you let the fabric fall from your body in a dreamy wave. The thick fabric brushes against your pert nipples and you have to stifle the moan that threatens to escape at the sensual feeling.

Just as you love it when Eris is demanding, he loves it when you are obedient. He thrives when you listen to his commands, always so eager and ready for him whenever he might need it. You know exactly how to edge him, toying with your long-term lover in ways that make his wild side come out to play, and you can see that scrappy, fiery fox writhing inside of him at your blatant display of refusing to obey.

You can see the outline of his cock pressing against the corduroy of his emerald trousers when he shifts. The sight of his long, hard cock sweeps up memories of only last night, when he’d taken you in the gazebo in the gardens twice over.

Eris had made it a plan to fuck you in every single room in the Woodland house. It had started even before he was High Lord, the both of you sneaking around the palace, fucking in closets, libraries, even in his father’s beloved war room.

Your cunt clenches as his eyes linger and you know that he can smell your arousal from all the way up there because he smirks wildly and it sets your heart racing.

He nods towards the ground. “Now get on your knees and crawl to me.” 

You swallow roughly but this time there’s no hesitation, kicking your dress away and lowering yourself to your knees before your king.

The floor is cool beneath your hands and the plethora of necklaces grace the room with a rich sound as you move. The carpet of the dais burns into your skin, you know the roughness of it will leave your kneecaps tender and raw.

Eris watches you prowl your way up to him like a predator. The sway of your hips as you climb, the way your nails curl into the harsh rug. He imagines the same way your nails will rake across his pale skin and a full body shudder works its way through him.

You pause when you reach the top, sitting back on your heels like the good High Lady you are. You know better than to touch him, not while he’s still drinking you in, but the sight of his cock being smothered in those tight trousers makes you yearn to help him out of them.

A drip of your slick slips from your heat when he nods, allowing you to finally do what you’ve been aching for.

You waste no time helping him out of his pants. Eris helps you only by lifting his hips so that you can rid him of the offensive things, tossing them haphazardly over your shoulder as your gaze zeroes in on the way his cock springs from confinement. You hear the dull sound of his belt hitting the carpeted stairs behind you, but you’re much too eager to wrap your hand around him and feel him in your mouth.

He halts you, catching your throat in his hand as you duck down to taste the smooth skin of his cock with your tongue. You nearly whimper, but it’s cut off when his fingers tighten, pressing into the pulse points of your neck. You’re almost unable to look away from the bead of precum pearling at the tip of him, but he titles your head, wrenching your eyes to meet his own.

“Hungry for my cock, fawn?” He croons and you go dizzy with it. His tone sounds like a cruel tease and the fingers pressed to your throat only aid in the feeling, but it only makes you keen.

“Yes, my King,” you struggle to get out. You’re the perfect picture of begging, wide eyes and dripping for him. 

Eris’ fingers unwind from your neck, instead sliding around to gather your hair in a tight fist. He guides you closer to his cock and your lips part, eager to taste him. When you lean in faster than his hold allows he jerks you back slightly by your knotted hiar and you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sensation. Your fingers clench around his cock in response and he can’t help the grunt that slips.

“Not too fast now,” he growls, “I’m in charge.”

You nod but don’t back down. You slide your hand down his shaft as you battle with the melting steel in his eyes. You bite your lip at the sound of his breath catching in his throat, the shifting of his chest.

He allows you even closer to his cock and you pause before him, letting your warm breath fan over the head. You can see the way the muscles of his thighs are straining, how badly he wants to shove you down and slip himself down your throat.

Eris’ next words arrive on a shaky exhale. “Now be a good fucking girl and take it.”

His taut hold on you goes slack and like a moth to a flame you take him into your mouth. His precum tastes like everything you’ve ever needed, heady and smoky like the autumn fires he’s bred from. He gives you a choked moan before his hold becomes more firm, bucking his hips while pressing your face further onto his cock.

“Relax your throat,” Eris soothes, stroking a thumb across your neck where his cock is making it stretch. He groans, satisfied as you follow his directions and he shoves his way deeper. “There you are, fawn.”

You moan around him, lathing up the smooth sides of his cock, pulling back to swirl your tongue around the head. You know him like you know yourself, exactly what he likes and how close he’s getting to orgasming, and you’re so cumhungry that you use your best efforts to urge him closer.

He hisses through his teeth, figuring out quickly what you’re doing. The loosened grip in your hair tightens again and now he’s in control once more, pressing you so far down onto his cock it makes your throat burn and tears spring to your eyes, but Mother, is it everything.

“You’re just begging to be punished, aren’t you, fawn?” he growls, bucking deeper down your throat. You gag, choking on his girth but Eris doesn’t let up and he doesn’t allow you breathe until you’re raking your nails down his thighs, leaving fiery red marks on his pale skin. 

He rips you off of his cock after a final rough thrust. You splutter, spit dripping from your open mouth as you gulp down lungfuls of the heated air surrounding the both of you. He doesn’t let you swallow it, holding your mouth open with a thumb pressed to the tissue beneath your tongue. 

“Come up here,” his tone goes a shade softer, like he’s begging for you now, but he’s still very clearly in control. “Come sit on my cock, fawn. Ride me on my throne.”

You scramble to your feet, wiping your chin as you go. Eris leans back in his chair, cock standing at attention. It’s glistening with your spit, shiny in the setting sun drifting through the large windows that overlook the orchard. The tip is an angry pink and looking more than inviting.

You straddle his waist and the softness of his throne stings against the rug-burned skin of your knees. 

They’re going to absolutely kill tomorrow.

You waste no time in aligning his cock to your cunt. The wetness coating your thighs only adds to both of your arousal, and you press your mouth to Eris’ in a desperate manner as he moans loudly when you slide your slick cunt against his cock, coating it further.

His warm hands slide up the outside of your thighs, drifting higher until he can grab palmful of your ass. His blunt nails sink into your skin and you nip at his lip in response.

He opens his mouth when you pull away, to give another demand no doubt, but you’re quick to press down onto his cock, shuddering and keening like a kit as you take him in. 

“Fuck, fawn,” he grunts. The veins in his neck pop as he strains to hold himself back from fucking into you. He can barely help himself, your wet heat is deliciously tight and swallowing him so deeply he doesn’t think he’ll ever get it back. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You hum in agreement because it’s the only sound that you can make. His cock has shoved all of the air from your lungs and your fingers twine into his copper hair, twisting and pulling as you throw your head back in pleasure. Your necklaces chime as Eris mouths over them, enjoying the metallic taste mixed with your skin as he sucks bright red marks. 

You bounce a little, testing how you feel from the stretch of him inside of you. You don’t think you’ll ever be used to feeling this full, dripping like a whore onto his lap as you sit up on his throne with him and he clings to you like a lifeline.

Your eyes flutter shut as you begin moving and your mind drifts for a fleeting moment, filling your head with the thought of Eris fucking you like this as the entirety of your court stands behind you, watching their High Lord own you. 

His hands travel across your skin, pausing at your breasts to tease and twist at your nipples. You clench around him and he groans in response, the sound pulling from the depths of his chest like a wave, and he tips your chin down to see you. The sight of him makes you tingle and the fiery feelings of love he sends down the bond spur you further, swirling your hips before grinding down on his cock, sharing a moan and a breath together.

His freckles stick out harshly in the warm sunset, like embers had graced his skin as a child. The burnt umber of his eyes can hardly be seen with how large his pupils are, as if they’ve grown to be able to take in as much of you as possible.

“That’s it, fawn,” he praises, voice strained as you shift again to take him deeper. Your thighs are burning with effort, and it feels like being consumed by his powers, hot against your skin, burrowing its way beneath your delicate flesh. “Just like that.”

“Eris,” you hiss, unable to help yourself. A whimper leaves your mouth on a panting exhale as he twists your pebbled nipple in punishment. A reminder that you know what to call him right now, and his name isn’t it. 

The motion only heightens your arousal, and you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm, clawing at his clothing, tearing through the buttons, desperate to feel his chest beneath your own. 

Eris notices the slight faltering of your movement, how your bounces go from fluid enjoyment to distracted desperation as you chase that euphoria.

“King,” you whimper, and it sounds like you’re in pain. Eris’ fingers immediately find your clit and you melt into him, body shaking and muscles seizing as he works the sensitive bud with flame licked fingers. It drives the tingling through your body, the burning in your gut, but without your movements, it’s not enough.

His free hand clamps around your waist, the bulging muscles of his arm tense where your hand is wrapped around his bicep. He plants his feet, and holding you tightly, with his fingers still torturing your clit, he jackknives up into you.

He’s strong. Fuelled by the pleasure-filled adrenaline he takes you from his spot under you, pistoning his hips to meet yours in a frenzy while he circles your clit with equal amounts of fervor. You release a shuddering breath that pitches into a series of pleading moans as you cum, riding out the waves of your orgasm as he jerks inside of you.

“‘M going to cum, fawn.” Eris’ breath is hot against your skin, voice gravelly and strained. The chains around your neck are no longer cold metal cooling your heated skin, but are now as molten as you feel against him, your cunt clenching around him as if to keep him there forever. You slide your hand up his chest and hook them around his neck, drawing him in for a kiss because you so desperately want to taste your name as he cums.

You feel it all the way in your bones, you mating bond shoving to the surface to twine with his own. It feels like you’re metals melting together, burning bright on his throne, Eris’ power rumbling throughout the room. It makes the necklaces you’re wearing rattle but you cling to him tighter, his arms wrapped so tightly around you that you can hardly breathe. He is your everything, and you his.

A knock on the door startles you from your post-orgasm haze. You share a look with your mate but he doesn’t let you up, enjoying the feeling of his cock and all of his seed stuffed into you more than he should. 

“You’re not going anywhere yet, fawn,” he murmurs, and the wicked smirk that curves his lips has you tightening around him again. “You may enter!”

[pinkisthenewangst]

°`🍨: Hinata Shoyo x Fem! Reader

°`🍨: A nice surprise

Sitting on the sand after a long day playing and working. Holding hands while looking at the sun going down and enjoying the sound of calm waves. Kissing when both of your eyes meet. Starting your mornings in each other arms after not being able to part for the day. Preparing breakfast for the other one to get kisses and praises as a reward. Swearing to love each other until death parts you two, while sealing this swear with a kiss in front of your dear friends. This is exactly what you and Hinata did.

Falling in love in Brazil really wasn't Hinata's plan however when he first met you, shortly after arriving in this foreign country, he knew you were the one for him. It was love at first sight. It might sound kitschy and like a stereotypical romcom but even so both of you couldn't stop your racing hearts. From exchanging looks, to number, to kisses and then rings in such a short time, some people asked you if you didn't happen to get a whiplash out of it. But both of you just laugh at that. Yes marriage comes with a lot of risk even more when you marry young still you couldn't care less. You were happy, smiling every day and loving each other more than words can describe.

It wasn't really a surprise that you would also start living in Japan. After two years it was hard to part with this beautiful country, your dear friends and the precious memories you made even though it was time for a change. Hinata would play Volleyball as a professional indoors and you would support him as his beloved partner. Coming back, meeting his family in person still feels like a fever dream for you but now you were standing in a big arena that was full of people, that were excited to see this match. It was loud yet you enjoyed the cheerful cheers of the visitors. You also felt very proud when you heard some people whisper about your "Ninja" husband, who maybe got more fans than both of you imagined while playing Beach Volleyball. While looking around, you couldn't stop your grinning when you were able to spot some familiar faces. Hinata loved to show you pictures of his friends from high school. Giggling to yourself, you knew their names but they didn't even know you existed. It isn't like you both wanted to make your marriage a secret but somehow both of you didn't feel the need to make a scene over your love life if it wasn't needed. So you knew his friends were in for a surprise. The whole game you were gasping, cheering and trembling in joy. You knew your husband was more than just a good player but seeing with your own eyes made you a little bit sentimental even more when he clenches the ring, he wore as a necklace, in his fist before doing his serve at one point in the match. It even made you more cry when he walked out of the lockers and hugging you tightly against his chest after winning his first game back in Japan. Both of you were ignoring the loud gasps and screeching in the background yet you still laughed at them.

You put slowly a plate full of sweets and cookies in front of Hinata's teammates that were staring holes at him, waiting for answers. Rubbing your hands on your little apron, you sit down next to your husband that took your hand in his own and planted it on the table right in front of the others. Both of you looked at each other and couldn't stop grinning. Your other hand gently laid on top of a small head, that was resting against your chest, while little hands gripped the fabric of your shirt. Small but big eyes looked at the three men in front of him. "So ... uhm, maybe you should start?", started the blond setter, that was trying to find the right words in this situation.

Hinata laughed a little: "Well it just happened."

°`🍨: I think my first Fem Reader Story, sorry i tried to make it GN but then i added a lil plot in it so yeeah! But i swear my other stories are always GN! :> Welp maybe i will a do a second part with the Karasuno boys hehe

ALSO TWO UPDATES ON ONE DAY????

°`🍨: REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[tally-ace]

So one of my all-time favorite ways to play through botw is without teleporting. I adore the additional challenge it brings and it adds a certain level of planning ahead and requires you to become familiar with the layout of the world and locations of things.

I've been upset to find out through testing that a TRUE teleport-less run of totk is impossible thanks to the tutorial island. So I have yet to try a "partial" one to see if it's still as fun as in botw.

(EDIT: I've heard conflicting things saying it's possible to get to the fourth tutorial shrine without teleporting? I haven't tried it myself but when I say true run I also mean without exploits. If you need to do some precise exploit of the game to make a run like that work, it isn't really that fun for me anymore. I'll attempt a teleport-less tutorial island one day so we'll see)

I have, however, found a fun way to play totk through accident on my second playthrough.

In botw, it is impossible to finish all 120 shrines without completing each of the four divine beasts. That's because there are exactly 4 shrines (1 in each region) that only become available after completing a shrine quest that does not unlock until after the respected divine beast is cleared.

(EDIT: Correction, there are exactly 2 shrines that are inaccessible without the completion of their respected divine beast. So all the shrines in the game can be completed with the minimum completion of 2 divine beasts. These shrines are the warbler's nest shrine in rito and the sand seal race shrine in gerudo. I mistakenly believed an npc for a shrine in goron did not spawn until after rudania and that the ceremonial trident did not spawn until after ruta (my searching skills are abyssmal and I missed both those things on my playthroughs prior to the beasts lol))

In totk, NONE of the shrines are dependent on the completion of a dungeon to access. All save for ONE SINGLE QUEST in Eldin that requires Yunobo's sage ability to access the shrine.

AND through the heart container granted after completing the tutorial, the heart containers granted after completion of the rito, gerudo, zora, and goron dungeons, and choosing the heart container granted by the bargainer statue beneath the great plateau... You can unlock the door to the underground dungeon without spending a single spirit orb.

Meaning that the only required story progression beats in totk to witness 80% of the (non-flashback) cutscenes with link as a silly little fucked up beast is getting the paraglider and getting up to the point in the goron story line to have Yunobo as a companion. Also meaning that every dungeon in totk can be completed without spending spirit orbs beyond the tutorial.

Playing through totk on a mission to get every shrine without upgrading health or stamina ONCE is more fun than I ever thought it would be. I had a BLAST. As someone who thinks the building mechanic is neat, but not really made for me, it made me interact with a mechanic that I never really enjoyed and find something to appreciate about it.

I also added the challenge of NOT upgrading my battery charge at all, which I would recommend if you're really wanting to make the game a bit harder.

AND it has the added bonus of Ancient Link staring into everyone's soul in every single cutscene.

So get out there and run around as a little beastie.

[lorre-verie]

₊˚ʚ ᗢ. ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴛ. ꜰɪᴠᴇ ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

aka, my favourite chapter (may Eywa bless these two pour souls)

the unfortunate pair: ao’nung x fem! sully! reader

chapter summary: going on your first date with a pompous ass-frog! aren’t you excited? absolutely nothing wrong could happen today. 

warnings: sudden thoughts of death (giving barbie), two idiots realising they’re in love

word count: 2.9k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | masterlist

You screwed up big time.

“Did you take drugs or something?” Kiri looked at you incredulously as you sat there sheepishly on the hammock of the marui, echoing your thoughts and putting them out for the world to hear.

You paused before answering, “No, but thank you." to which Kiri rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. 

It was the day after the sleepover, which meant…your date was today. It was seriously happening. You chose to confide in your one and only sister (that wouldn’t tattletale to your parents) about the events that conspired while you and Ao’nung were out of the tent last night.

“You kissed Ao’nung? Seriously? Him?” Kiri bent her body forwards, as if expecting you to tell her she heard wrong. “You must’ve hit your head.”

“...I don’t feel very comfortable right now, guys.” Norm half-whispered from right beside you with tweezers in his hands, about to take your DNA for processing in the lab.

“It’s all good Norm, just, keep on doing your thing- OW! Shit! What was that??” you jumped, feeling a sharp stab on your finger.

“What? You told me to do my thing.” Norm shrugged, placing a vial of your blood into a neat tray by his feet. 

“I thought you were going to take hair, or something, with the tweezers???”

Apparently, Norm and Max were trying out remedies using the flora of Pandora. They suspected that if there was going to be a cure for anything, it would have to come from the Great Mother herself. 

“Anyways, Norm, buddy,” Kiri smiled a little too widely, making him slow his movements. “We appreciate you keeping our little talk a secret.”

“Little talk? You mean..all that about…” he lowered his voice to a hushed tone, “the kiss?”

You both nodded at the same time. 

“Mhm, I really appreciate you not telling our parents anything about that,” you smiled, tilting your head to the side. It was a perfectly genuine smile, but your tone? His lips were sealed.

“Attaboy!” Tonowari slapped Ao’nung on the back harshly, making him choke on his food. 

Tsireya had spilled the beans to their parents about Ao’nung’s date with you that was happening within the next hour, despite his insistence to keep her mouth shut. 

Luckily for Ao’nung, Ronal wasn’t present, as she had more pressing matters to attend to. 

“But remember, I do not permit you kissing her on the first date. It’s much too early for that, son.” Tonowari said while preoccupied with his food, unnoticing how Ao’nung nearly spewed his drink all over the floor at his words. 

Tsireya narrowed her eyes at her brother’s reaction, slapping her hand over her now agape mouth as she realised what was going on. 

Slowly, she looked up at Ao’nung, who was looking back at his little sister with an equally horrified expression. 

“I..have something urgent I need to take care of, please excuse me-” she stood up, scurrying away and out of the marui, turning into a full sprint into the direction of the Sully’s marui.

“Sorry dad, I also have something to do- which I completely forgot about, but as long as I get to it now I’ll be fine, so sorry again dad have a great rest of your day!” Ao’nung quickly followed Tsireya in fear of what she was going to do and who she was going to tell, leaving their father in the marui alone.

He sighed and shook his head, taking their food and dumping it into his own bowl. 

“Kids these days..”

Ao’nung raced to the seashore, looking for any sign of his little sister gone rogue, feet kicking the sand wildly into the air. In the far distance of the sea, he only saw various other metkayina going on about their day, and Neteyam and Lo’ak on their ilus. 

They were talking to someone who wasn’t on an ilu, it seemed. 

His heart skipped a beat as he wondered if it was you, and he craned his head upwards, shielding his eyes from the light to take a look at the na’vi submerged in the water. 

Curly hair….definitely a girl…teal skin???

Hold on. 

That wasn’t you, that was Tsireya. 

He was about to go swim towards them, taking a few steps into the warm water. 

…But that was before he saw Neteyam racing towards the shore on his ilu, eyes wide but he was scowling like Ao’nung had just cut all his hair off.

If looks could kill, Ao’nung would’ve dropped dead at that moment, and there would be none of him left to mourn. 

Now, he was sprinting as fast as he could in the opposite direction, Neteyam and Lo’ak hot on his tail. 

“I’M GOING TO INVERT YOUR RIBCAGE!” were the last words Ao’nung heard before his world went black. (jk he’s fine) 

“Hey ugly frogboy!” you smirked, waving the frogboy in question over to the rock you sat on. 

You watched as he swam through the surface of the water, rolling his eyes to signify his clear irritation. You couldn’t help but look at the small droplets of water still retained in his curls from being in the water all day. Then your mind slowly turned to focus on his…everything. 

Then it wandered off into entirely different places, like how humans covered themselves up entirely with cloth. Why did they do that? Perhaps it was a thing of religion. But did they not feel hot during the summers they talked about so much in the novels you read?

“You are aware I don’t know what that word means, right?” he said gruffly, hoisting himself onto the rock, water pooling by his feet with each step he took towards you. 

You were half expecting him to sit down next to you, but of course he wouldn’t. His pride was too great for that. His shadow was cast over you, protecting you from the shining daylight that was making your face flush. 

“Yeah, I just don’t really care,” you pushed yourself up, not willing to have him look down on you any longer. It didn’t really help though, as you still had to look up at him because of the painful height difference. 

But this time was different. Instead of his looking down on you like you were the bane of his existence, eyes squinting and lips pushed up into a scowl, he let his head hang down low to meet the angle of yours. He usually looked up and past you, acting as if you weren’t there. 

But this time, this time his irises were fixed on yours, combined with a smile you never usually saw on his face before made your stomach pit. It wasn’t in a bad way, though. 

Why was he looking at you like that? What’s up with that smile? Why is his body language so..open, now? What changed? You weren't sentimental, but there was something about the way he looked at you that made a spongy tenderness push down on your chest, knocking the air out of it. 

No.

You didn’t entirely understand it at the time, but that was the only word your mind came up with. You didn’t want this. You can’t get attached. He’s just here to help you complete your silly little bucket list before you die. Not another person to be sad about when you’re crying on your deathbed.

You ripped your eyes away from his, walking past him and into the cold ocean, getting ready to swim whenever. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he voiced out from behind you. Involuntarily, you froze. The bastard probably wasn’t aware of the shivers sent down your spine as he said those words, shivers which you desperately tried to ignore. 

Perhaps this whole date thing was a big mistake. You could’ve asked Rotxo out in front of everyone instead of him, couldn’t you? The horrified look on Ao’nung’s face would be equally as satisfying to see as the look on his face when you asked him, would it not? 

“You can’t be swimming anywhere. I won’t allow you to. We can’t have you passing out on me again like last time, princess.” 

The words spilled out of him like he’d said it to dozens of other girls in the past. 

Princess.

You turned around when he said that, eyes wide, staring straight at him, but he made no move. 

“I’m not weak.” 

He shrugged. “I know. But you wouldn’t want anything getting in the way of our lovely date that you so desperately begged me for, right?”

You deadpanned, turning your head back around and attempting to walk deeper into the water, ignoring the goosebumps spread throughout your body as the cold engulfed your thighs. Dammit, why’d it have to be windy? 

Your eyes rolled on their own out of pure reflex hearing him walk towards you, his footsteps emphasised by the sound of splashing water. 

“There’s nothing you can do to stop m–” 

His arms were wrapped around your abdomen, right below your chest. He bent down and laid his head sideways on the spot on your back between the shoulders, as if he were begging you not to leave. His body wasn’t pressing up against yours, rather a quite a bit of space was placed between you two.

(haha u thought i was gonna continue that scene? in ur dreams)

“So all you have to do is try and get three of those symbols in a row, and the first one to do that wins,” you gestured towards the grid you marked out in the sand, sitting cross legged in front of a confused Ao’nung.

“..Seems easy enough.” he squinted as he peered at the grid, no doubt in his mind he was wondering how sky people invented these sorts of games.

You drew your first circle.

Then he crossed out an X.

The pattern repeated, until you trapped him skillfully, leaving him no choice but to let you win.

“What the- How’d you do that?” he frowned, much to your pleasure.

“Well, a master tic-tac-toer doesn’t share their secrets!” you grinned, secretly uncertain how this buffoon was the next chief of the Metkayina. 

To you, this was child’s play. To him, it’s like he’d started learning new war tactics from a space alien (not entirely false).

“I demand a rematch!” he huffed, redrawing the grid on the sand with his finger.

“Fine, but don’t get all sulky when I keep winning.”

You’ve probably played tic-tac-toe like, 50 times in a row by now. It was getting boring, but the look on his face after you managed to win again and again and again was so worth it.

He groaned after he saw he’d been defeated for the umpteenth time, covering his face in absolute shame. “I’m a disappointment to my family.” he muttered between his hands.

“Pff–” you slapped your hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from plundering his ego further, but it was too late, he was now glaring at your expression. 

“I demand a rema–”

“Oh my goodness, just stop it!” you complained, but your playful smirk never left your face. “You lost like a hundred times, get over it! Why do you keep insisting on replaying even though you know you’re gonna keep losing?”

He shut his mouth, looking sideways downcast at the sand. Because I like seeing your smile whenever you win.

But over his dead body would he tell you that. Or admit to himself he just thought that.

Tell her something, anything! Just stop looking so depressed! She’s gonna think you’re lame! A sore loser! Shit, shit come up with something you stupid idiot!

You stared at him with your eyebrows furrowed. He was fidgeting with his fingers, still staring at that particular patch of sand. The gentle breeze was blowing to your left, towards the village, and you kind of considered taking him there to his mother’s tent in case they had treatment for the crisis he looked like he was having.

Had you not been staring at other things during the awkward moment of silence that fell over you two, you would’ve noticed the slight blush of purple tingeing the tips of his ears as he looked down at your fingers absentmindedly tracing over the sand.

How would your fingers feel tracing the stripes on his back?

Wait, what?

WHAT? 

No because that’s like the most embarrassing and weird and totally nasty thing he’s ever thought of. WHAT.

You- He- You both- what- WHAT-

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He took a deep breath in to steady himself, silently praying to Eywa so that you wouldn’t notice how purple he was in the face. 

He liked you.

He liked you a lot.

I mean, that was obvious. He kissed you. But like, kissing someone doesn’t mean you AUTOMATICALLY like them right. 

As he made up a million excuses for his behaviour inside his mind, you were having thoughts the total opposite to his.

You wondered how he’d react to the news of your death. 

Tsireya knew, Lo’ak told her while he was being all emo (rightfully though).

Ronal knew.

Tonowari was to know..maybe today? You didn’t bother about the details; whatever was to happen would happen.

But the problem is, you were having second thoughts about…this whole situation.

You got your date. That’s the only thing you wanted right?

Could this count as…manipulation???

Okay, it totally does. Kissing some guy and then taking him out on a date when your life is in great peril and not letting him know that your life is in great peril totally counts as manipulation.

Oh my god. What if he actually catches feelings for you??

Oh my god. What if YOU catch feelings for HIM??

You looked at him again as he stared deeply into nothing, his eyes looking past you. Or rather, perhaps they were looking at you before, but he looked away once you looked at him.

“...cute.” you whispered absent-mindedly.

“What?” he responded, making your eyes go half an inch wider.

“I said you look like a sack of shit.” 

“Oh.” he huffed, looking down at the sand.

You looked at him incredulously. What? No comeback? No insult? No ‘screw you’?

Suddenly, you felt something weigh down on your chest. 

Everything around you felt so much more real.

The millions of grains of sand beneath your legs, some caught in between your toes, and the crisp breeze blowing softly around your neck like a wisp. 

You, sitting here with him. 

The countdown on your life.

You clenched your right hand as you reached out your left, drawing a new tic-tac-toe board on the dry, soft particles of sand. 

As the two of you resumed playing, you struggled to actually accept the reality of it all. 

You were going to die. (if Norm and Max didn’t find a cure).

How would it feel?

How would your family do without you?

You were in some sort of state of denial before this moment. 

And now you had the unsuppressable urge you supposed your human ancestors did.

To forget.

As the morning light spilled into the marui of the olo’eyktan’s family, one boy in particular hadn’t been able to sleep peacefully.

His mind raced with the flashes of the memories of the date you two had, his face and ears shade of deep periwinkle.

He turned on his side to face the woven walls of his home, one hand clasped over the other as he laid deep in thought.

The look on your face when you two danced in tandem.

The creases of your smile when you played truth or dare.

The tenderness in your voice when you had conversations with your family.

You.

Forget a ‘crush’.

The man was, undeniably, irrevocably, undoubtedly, indubitably, 

in love with you.

And he struggled to figure out why.

“Brother! Get up!” Tsireya’s voice suddenly connected through his brain, causing him to fall off his hammock with a large thud.

“Eywa, recently you’ve been so much harder to wake up.” she sighed to herself, crossing her arms as she looked down at the amusing sight of her older brother on the floor.

To her surprise, he didn’t respond, instead slowly rising from the floor, subtly trying to hide the blush on his face from his sister (who can read him like a children’s book).

She gasped dramatically, causing him to take a few groggy steps back in fright. “You looooveee her, don’t you!” she teased, her eyes, usually big and sweet, now narrowed into those of a mischievous cat.

He looked at her in horror. HOW DID SHE KNOW. (bro the whole village knows atp its not like ur trying 2 hide it)

“You must be delusional.” he said after taking a few seconds to compose himself. He put on this air of.. “superiority.”

“There’s no way I’d like someone like her.” he sneered, trying to convince himself that you were super ugly and totally not his type and totally doesn’t make him kick his feet giggling silently in the middle of the night whenever he thinks about you and the banter you share.

She rolled her eyes, seeing straight through his…can you even call those ‘lies’? “Right…well she definitely likes you, you know. You should be more considerate,” her voice dropped into a soft whisper, “...with her situation.”

At that, he blinked away his morning sleepiness. “What? What situation?” he asked genuinely, looking into Tsireya’s now widened eyes.

She froze, realising what she just said. 

The marui was empty, just them two. In that moment, it felt like the winds stopped moving, everything remaining static except for the two siblings.

The slightly horrified look on her face made his heart drop.

He stepped towards her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

“Tsireya.”

“What situation?”

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | masterlist

omfg, feels so good to be back writing, idk why it took so long since my announcement probs just because things have been really busy in my life lately, but i hope u guys enjoy <3 sorry if the story seems a little disconnected, its just been a while since i’ve written this whole thing haha

as always, (i love writing this part), I appreciate you all so muchh, tysm for the support on the series both on this account and my wattpad account. Please stay tuned for the rest 💗

much loved, lorre.

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