#a little dabble

[littledeathdove]

Rain and Games

I love this header I made of MM so I just HAD to use it for this. This is just a peak of a Mother Miranda x Reader story am planning to write, and me trying to write to get better lol 😭

Word Count: 1714 Words

Pairing: Mother Miranda x Reader

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Rain pours from the sky, clouds now gray and the sky dark, a direct contrast to how bright and sunny it was only hours ago. Thankfully you are under one of the large trees in the hidden spot you had found in the village’s forest and claimed as your own. The spot you have been having little encounters with Mother Miranda in, but mostly just her crows.

Hmm, speaking of the priestess, you wonder if she will come to the woods today. Likely not, you shouldn’t even be out here yourself, but you got stuck out here when the rain started pouring down all of a sudden and didn’t want to risk getting sick from being rained on. While the rain was very calming as the sound of it hitting the grassy ground mixed in with the gentle playing of you playing your guitar, you wished it wasn’t raining for then Mother Miranda – or even her crows could make an appearance.

The woman’s presence was quite nice to be in, especially when she was in that crow form of hers. You couldn’t particularly say she was nice to be around when she was in her humanoid form that most of the villagers are used to seeing. It was actually pretty awkward to be around her when she was in that form since she would just stand near you and stare, not putting much effort into the small conversations you would try to start with her.

You probably shouldn’t be wishing for her presence out of all the people in this village, since she was one of the most dangerous people in the village. Someone that should strike fear into you, not someone that you should feel comfortable around. However, it wasn’t like she was actively acting as someone who is above you in all aspects – which she definitely was.

The way her crows acted around you, how they would ruffle their feathers and wait for you to feed them with what you will assume to be excitement, how they would fly around you – that would look like they were mimicking dancing – as you played your guitar and told them stories, couldn’t ever help you think of the priestess as you should.

You look up toward the sky as you hear something from the trees around you. It sounded as if something was coming out of them. You slowed down your fingers, which made the sound coming from your guitar quiet down, as you listened for the sign that anything dangerous could be making the sound.

You love the hideout that the woods provide for you, but it has its downsides seeing that it is deep in the woods. Like dangerous animals hiding between the trees, or even worse lycans being out there in the trees, stalking you and just waiting to strike.

A shiver ran down your spine at your thoughts. Though there was nothing out there in the trees when you gave them a look through with your eyes, which was a relief. You looked back up at the trees and this time you saw a black feather falling gracefully like it was in slow motion. Your eyebrows knitted together as you watch it fall, and you feel your chest get hit with a small bit of hope that it could be one of those cute crows feathers. You completely stopped playing your guitar at this point as you put a hand on your chest and mentally pushed down those hopes, not wanting to be disappointed.

Once the feather finally hits the ground you twist your body to reach for it. Just when the tip of your fingers gets close to touching it and possibly being able to drag it closer to you, you hear a loud caw next to the right side of your ear. Startled, you let out a yelp that turns into a groan as you hit the ground next to the bench you were sitting on. Thankfully your arm guards you from getting mud or the feeling of wet grass on your face, but you couldn’t say the same for your clothes, specifically your shirt. Sitting up on your knees, you look down at your shirt which now has mud and small wet spots here and there on it.

You let out an offended huff as you look over at the crow who is perched on the back of the bench, its head tilted as it looks right back at you. You both continue to stare at each other, no blinking, no movement, nothing. After a few more seconds of the staring battle, you just accept being the loser and look away, standing up from your knees and wiping your hands over your shirt. A stupid idea since it smudged the mud around even more.

Great, now it’s going to be even more difficult to wash the mess out.

You look back at the crow with a grimace, deep down though you were quite happy to see the crow, especially since it is one of her’s.

“Why did you give me a scare like that, hm,” You questioned the corvid as you walked back over to the bench, not sitting back down just yet. The crow just let out another caw – that isn’t as loud as the other loud it just let out moments before – before it ruffles its feathers and shakes off the droplets of rain on them.

As it does, the worry of your clothes being messy left your mind as the question of why it, no, why she is here. You turn around and sit back down on the bench, placing your guitar next to you as you do so. You lean your head back and look at the rather big bird again, waiting patiently as it continues to shake itself off completely.

Once it was finished, it fluttered down to your guitar and stomped its feet a couple of times, finding its footing on the instrument. You put your hand a few inches away from the crow’s body, ready to protect it from slipping off of your guitar if it somehow fails to get good footing.

You move your hand back when you are sure the crow won’t fall, and finally ask the question that has been poking at your curiosity. “Why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be…I don’t know somewhere warmer?”

The crow looked at you, giving you what you would think would be a flat look if it were human. It lets out another caw as it turns its whole body towards you, looking at you like you have done a crime. Funny how expressive you make these crows out to be in your head.

“I mean I probably shouldn’t be talking, since I am also—” You are cut off by another caw — wow, the audacity! — that you immediately picked up to mean the crow was agreeing with you. You frown as you look back at the crow and cross your arms over your chest.

“Cut me some slack. I was out here before it started pouring, and if I tried to run back to the village grounds I'd get sick from the rain.” You let out a huff finally deeply understating the situation you’re in, “So I really don’t have a choice but to stay out here.”

You look back to the place the crow was just to see two crows there now. What the fuck. Why is she bringing more crows out in this rain? Doesn’t she care about them getting sick…wait can crows even get sick?

While you're staring at the pair of crows in front of you and questioning your knowledge of birds, you see from the corner of your eye something flying down to the other side of the bench and perching there. You snap your neck around to see what it could be only to be met with another crow.

“Ok, what are you doing?” Confusion and suspicion in your voice as you look back and forward from the crow who was standing on the back of the bench, and the two other crows who are still on your guitar. The crow – that you assume was the crow to show up first – sturts towards you, its eyes looking into you as if it is trying to hypnotize you to keep your eyes only on it.

You hear a sound just as the adorable-looking crow places one of its feet on you, stepping into your lap. The sound of air whooshing, a distant sound, even though you can swear that the sound was so close to your ear. You try to turn your head to see what that sound was made by, but this crow that is staring at you so intensely is just not letting your attention free.

Why does it feel like this crow is doing this on purpose? You open your mouth to question the bird but you are left to close your mouth like a fish as the corvid spreads its black wings – such a gorgeous sight, you note – and takes flight suddenly. Eyebrows furrowed, frown on your face, and an odd feeling of disappointment in your chest, you look up to where the bird could have gone but you are just met with the sight of multiple feathers falling from the sky and the tree covering you from the sky.

“What the hell was that? I know crows play games, but why is her crows playing games?” You huff out in confusion of this whole situation.

With no expecting sight to see upwards you start to lower your head back down, but are stopped by the feeling of someone's hand wrapping around your throat. Besides the feeling of cold skin on yours, you also feel the coldness of jewelry on your neck as an unknown person presses rather sharp nails – that might as well be claws – into the side of your neck.

“I didn’t know you were one to complain about someone playing games.” Amusement is laced throughout her tone, and the sound of that voice is one that you will never be one you can miss as long as you live this life of yours. Seems like your wish to have Mother Miranda here with you today has come to fruition.

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Just something short since this is just a peek, Mother Miranda didn’t get much part since am still trying to figure out how to write her in the way I like.

If you like please do give feedback cause am going to turn this into a full-blown story after I outline/plan it 😋🙏🏾

[empiresofthefuture-rpblog]

Into the Mind of Oli Part 1

Oli has sometimes found his endermen friends annoying, maybe it was how they huddled up to him so close, maybe it was how they always followed him around like annoying little endermites, this was one of those times.

On one of his iconic Oli adventures, he had fallen and hurt his arm falling onto the rough floors of the end and it hurt a lot. As the endermen surrounded him attempting to soothe him they somehow managed to just make it worse, it just hurt and they weren't helping and as he was crying he yelled.

"J-JUST GO, LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Oli immediately regretted it as the words left his mouth. The endermen however sorta just looked among each other before teleporting away much to Oli's confusion. He knew if his mother was there she would have gotten onto him about not lashing out at them, he knew better. Why didn't they care?

Soon Oli got up from the floor and went to his mother. She was the only one who could heal him after all. He walked alone, really sitting in shame of his actions before he saw her, they ender dragon herself.

"Oli, are you okay?"

She instantly looked apon his sad crying face and whipped the tears away. Oli hated disappointing his mom, but he also hated the idea of lying to her so he took a deep breath.

"I-I.... I broke my arm..."

he looked down sadly

"Well I could tell that, but what happened to you,"

She smiled somewhat confused clearly, but trying.

"Well I was exploring and I was on one of the pillers-"

Oli then gets cut off

"You fell off, didn't you?"

She looks at him in a sorta I told you so moment

"I- well yeah, but something else happened..."

"What happened?"

"I sorta... got angry at the endermen and lashed out..."

"Oli! Well, I am happy about your honesty, did you apologize?"

"Well I couldn't..."

"Why couldn't you?"

"I told them to go away and they did..."

"I can get them for you,"

"Yeah, actually I do have a question,"

"What is it?"

"Why did they just listen to me? They didn't seem hurt at all so why?"

"Well that makes sense honestly, listening and protecting you is their purpose,"

Oli tries to pretend to know what she's talking about not really understanding what she is saying before giving in.

"What's a purpose?"

"A purpose was what you were created to do, some endermen were created to go to the overworld, some go to the nether, and some were created to help you and protect you,"

"What's my purpose?"

"You...."

she pauses to sorta think

"You don't have one"

"Why don't I?"

"I just didn't really give you one,"

"I want a purpose! Why can't I get one!?"

"Well I didn't give you one,"

"I want a purpose though!"

"I am sorry bud,"

This went on and on a bit, Oli growing more frustrated, as his mom grew more amused by the child's growing anger. He then began crying as his mom let out a giggle and attempted to soothe him

"Listen bud, I didn't really give you a purpose, I am sorry,"

"Why not?"

Oli wipes his own tears as his mother offers him to sit on her lap

"Well, I just didn't, but I could tell you what I hope for you to do,"

Oli quickly nods

"I hope you change the world for the better, become a hero and help people,"

"How do I do that?"

"Well, you have to listen and be considerate of those around you, and most certainly not lash out,"

Oli looks down

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm not the one you need to apologize to,"

She sighs

"Let's heal you up then go apologize, okay?"

"Okay"

[phantom-0-writer]

prompt 02: tim’s birthday present

Tim sat in his empty house at the empty dining table. The table was actually quite large; it had enough seats to sit at least 15 people. But there was just Tim there. 

His parents had promised and sworn up and down that they would come back in time for his birthday. He had everything planned out. He picked out the birthday cake, put on the candles, decorated, ordered his parents' favorite foods, his parents' favorite movie for movie night, popcorn the likes. But that morning, just when Tim was double checking to make sure everything was ready for the most perfect birthday ever, his parents had called to tell him that something really important had come up, and they wouldn’t be able to make it. Tim figured it was better than last year, at least they called this time. 

Tim stared down at the cake, the candles lit. He had heard online that people would make wishes on their birthday cake and blow it out. Tim thought that was a weird thing to do, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. 

What should he wish for? It would have to be something special that he doesn’t already have. Tim thought for a long moment, the candles bleeding into the frosting of the cake. 

A brother. 

Tim closed his eyes and put his hands together like he’s seen the other children to do in the cartoons. And Tim wished for a big brother. When he finally wished hard enough (whatever that meant) he opened his eyes and blew out what was left of the candles. 

Tim waited. What exactly was he supposed to do now? In the cartoons, everyone would celebrate and cheer and the birthday boy would open his presents. There wasn’t anyone to cheer for Tim, or any presents for him to open. 

Suddenly the house shook, and the loud sound of a crash sound came from the backyard. Quickly, Tim did the sensible thing and go check out what the noise was. That's what the characters always did in horror movies. 

In Tim’s backyard, there was what looked like a weird space ship that had crashed into his backyard. There wasn’t any fire or anything, but the spaceship looked pretty wrecked. Getting closer, Tim could vaguely make out that someone was inside the spaceship. Looking around, he saw what looked like maybe the handle. Tim couldn’t really tell. 

When Tim put his hand on it and tried to open it, something poked out mechanically and pricked his finger. He flinched back instinctively, caressing his finger tip.

“Recognized: Danny Fenton. System Override.” A robotic lady spoke. Who is Danny Fenton? As if to answer him, the space ship opened its hatch, and inside was an unconscious black haired teenager. “System Malfunctioning. Please Assis-” The robotic voice spoke again, before getting cut off as if the power had died. 

Suddenly, Tim remembered his wish. A big brother. 

This was Danny Fenton, and he was supposed to be Tim’s big brother

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When Danny woke up, he found himself in a very soft plush something. Something that definitely wasn’t the Spector Speeder. Alarmed, he sat up quickly to find that he didn’t recognize where he was at all. He also didn’t recognize the weird kid that was staging at him from two feet away. 

��Hi, I’m Tim. Timothy Drake.” The boy introduced himself almost business like. 

“Uh, hi Tim.” Danny responded awkwardly. “You got any idea where I am?” Danny sat up properly, moving the blanket (?) off of him and turned to face the weird and kinda creepy kid. 

“You’re in Drake Manor. Which is where I live.” He answered again. 

“Ok…ay” Danny nodded thoughtfully. “Any idea how I got here?” Truthfully, Danny hadn’t really been expecting an answer, but he still got one. 

“Because I made a birthday wish to have a big brother.” He answered in the same way he had answered the other question, very matter-of-factly. 

“Ok- Wait. What?” Danny asked, doing a double take at Tim. 

“You’re supposed to be my big brother, right?” Tim was starting to look a little hesitant, and as weirded out as Danny felt he couldn’t help but feel bad about the whole situation. 

“Where are your parents, Tim?” 

“There not home, because they had really important things to do for work.” 

Danny nodded. “Do you know when they’ll be back?” 

Tim shook his head. “They were supposed to come back today, because it’s my birthday. But they said they couldn’t make it.” 

Well, shit. Didn’t that sound awfully like Danny’s birthdays before he had given up on his parents showing up. At least he had Jazz. This kid looked like he was alone. 

Not liking the silence, Tim started fidgeting again. “So, are you gonna be my brother, then?” 

And what was Danny supposed to say, No? Besides, if he was really causing problems being in this random universe, then Clockwork would figure it out. 

Bonus: 

Danny sat at Tim’s dinner table, the kid looking at him radiating in excitement, each with a plate of stupid expensive pasta in front of them. “You said your name was Tim, right?” Danny started thoughtfully. Tim nodded, drinking up everything Danny said. “Well, first course of action as you, big brother. I need to give you a nickname.” 

Tim’s eyes sparkled at the prospect. “Like what?”

Danny tapped his chin exaggeratedly, “Hm… Tim, Tim.” Turing the name around while he absentmindedly twirled his fork between his fingers, Danny wondered what he should come up with. Suddenly, in a misplaced strength, Danny’s fork flew out of his hand. 

Before Danny could even say anything, “I’ll get you a new one!” Tim offered quickly. Getting up from his chair, his foot got tangled behind the leg of the chair and Tim fell quietly on the floor with an oof. 

Danny laughed at him. “You okay, Timbers?” He asked, getting up to check on the boy. 

“Yeah, I like Timbers.” Tim said, a bright smile on his face despite the blossoming bruise on his arm.

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[daisyofwaterdeep]

i have a NSFW Gale/Reader thought

hear me out on this one:

You have trouble falling asleep and tend to pick up potions of sleep when you can. A few sips around bedtime knocks you out and helps you be well rested in the morning. You recently finished off a bottle so when you and the gang are looting some crates, you pocket a fresh potion of the creamy lilac concoction.

Fast forward to that night. You stayed up a bit later than you intended, looking over some new scrolls and books you'd picked up that day, and decide you need a little sleep aid. You take a swig of your new potion and settle down in your tent for bed. But sleep doesn't take you. Instead, your breasts start aching. For a few moments you think that maybe your period is coming earlier than thought, but the ache keeps growing deeper, and when you go to feel your tits, you notice that they feel uncomfortably tight...full. And as you squeeze them, you feel dampness against your palms.

Confused, scared, and fighting the first inklings of panic, you grab the potion and stumble out of your tent. Luckily, you're not the only night owl and can see the warm glow of a candle from Gale's tent.

You announce your presence and he welcomes you inside, closing a book of his own and sitting up as you duck into his tent and close the flap for privacy. His pleasant smile immedately falls as he sees your worried face.

You quickly explain about the potion, how it might have been contaminated or perhaps spoiled. Gale takes the bottle and swirls the contents before uncorking it and giving it a sniff. He frowns.

"It uses some similar ingredients to a potion of sleep, so it's viscosity and smell are quite similar...but I believe I know what this is." He looks at you evenly before asking, "Did you take it?"

You nod, and Gale sighs from his nose.

"What sort of symptoms are you experiencing?"

It's a bit embarassing to admit, but you tell him, and he sighs again. You can see that he's not happy with the development and you quickly apologize for the hassle. His face changes then and he waves his hands in front of himself.

"No, no, it's not you, dear. It was an easy mistake to make. It's just that...How do I put this."

He takes in a deep breath and motions for you to sit next to him. You do, and he continues speaking, his voice slow and careful.

"That potion is used for mothers who are having troubles... shall we say, producing. It stimulates the breast tissue and...well, I'm sure you've realized."

Oh gods. You look down at your night shirt, seeing the small wet spots around your nipples. You look back at Gale (just as he looks away--it seems he was staring at your chest as well) and you ask what you should do.

Gale clears his throat. "Massaging the area will help, but to extract everything...you wouldn't happen to know a hungry baby, would you?"

You know he's trying to crack a silly joke, but it only makes tears spring to your eyes. Gale flounders, his hands fluttering around like scared birds before one lands on your thigh.

"Don't despair, dear. I'll...I know it may be a tad unorthodox, but if you'll let me..."

You tell him you don't care what he does, as long as it fixes your problem. You see Gale's jaw flex. He seems to be calculating something in his head before he nods curtly.

"I'll take care of it, don't you worry. Here, lay down for me."

He quickly grabs some pillows and arranges them comfortably on the ground and you lean back, the pillows propping you up in a half-lounging position.

He scoots close to you, his hands going to the buttons of your shirt before he looks up at you with those big brown eyes, silently asking your permission. You can feel your cheeks flush as you nod. He begins unfastening the buttons from the bottom, and with shaking hands, you start from the top, meeting him in the middle. Your shirt falls open, and your breasts are on full display in the candlelight, visibly tight and full, your nipples hard and wet with smeared milk.

"Do they hurt?" He asks, voice a hush in the night air.

You nod, fighting the urge to close your shirt as Gale stares.

"I won't massage them just yet, then. We need to extract some of the, erm, fluid first." He wettens his bottom lip and scoots a bit closer to you. "Do you understand what I need to do?"

It seems that he's just as nervous about this as you are-- you know what he's getting at, but neither of you seem brave enough to say it out loud. Instead, you nod your head and tell him to do whatever he needs to.

He nods and starts lowering his head hesitantly. "I know it's going to feel odd, but it's necessary."

You return the nod and fight back a shiver as you feel the warmth of his breath against your nipple. You look away just as his lips meet the swollen bud and bite your lip to stop any involuntary noises from leaving you. The feeling of his hot lips closing around your nipple and then the velvet wetness of his tongue cupping around it has heat flooding your stomach and cheeks.

He starts with a light suction, your nipple gently pulled into his mouth. You can feel the milk leaving you as he begins suckling, hot spurts that provide an almost instant relief in your aching breast.

You let out a soft sigh and Gale releases your nipple and looks up at you, his cheeks rosy and eyes darker than usual.

"You alright?"

You apologize and ensure him it's fine, telling him that it feels surprisingly good before realizing what you said and stumbling over your words. You flounder and clarify that the relief of the pressure feels good, and he nods his head quickly.

"I knew exactly what you meant." He adjusts himself on the ground, "I'm relieved to hear that it's working...we'll keep going then."

But before he dips back down, you stop him. You realize that he hasn't spat out what he's sucked from you and ask if you all should grab a bowl or something so that he doesn't have to swallow.

"I don't mind," He says, "It's less cumbersome this way." He stutters for a moment before adding, "U-unless it makes you uncomfortable, of course. I'd be happy to--"

You cut him off and tell him it's fine like this. And then, shyly, you ask him what it tastes like.

"It's...sweet. But not overly so." He gestures to your breast, where a pearly drop dangles from the tip of your nipple. "Try it for yourself."

So you do. You swipe the drop onto your finger and suck it into your mouth, surprised at the sweetness, even if that's how Gale had described it. When you look back at Gale, you see a curious heat in his eyes that he quickly masks before bringing his head down once more.

This time, you watch as he latches onto your nipple. The peek of his tongue as he takes it into his mouth makes you clench involuntarily. And then comes that relief again, that lessening of pressure that has you sighing and leaning your head back.

It's almost hypnotic. The feeling of his lips suckling at you, the press of his tongue against your sore nipple, the pain that slowly ebbs away and is quickly being replaced by guilty arousal. You close your eyes and sigh again, hand coming to the back of his head without thinking.

Your eyes fly open and you quickly apologize again. Gale pulls off of your nipple but doesn't lean up, his words breathed hotly against your sensitive breast.

"No need to apologize...please, get comfortable."

You tell him that he should get comfortable too-- you don't know how long this is going to take, and seeing him leaning forward on his knees is making your own want to ache in sympathy. He laughs softly, sheepishly.

"I do admit, it's not entirely comfortable. In that case..."

He moves slowly, carefully between your legs, looking up at you for permission that you grant with an encouraging nod.

Gale lays himself gingerly on top of you, his face level with your breasts. It's how lovers would cuddle, and it brings your heart to your throat.

"There, that's much better," Gale's voice has a slight tremble as he hovers over your untouched breast, "Is it comfortable for you as well?"

You tell him it is.

"Alright..." He takes his hand and gently cups the weight of your breast, "Let's work on this one a bit, shall we?"

He begins sucking at your other nipple, just as tender as the first one. But this time, with him laying against you and your hand returning to his hair, you find yourself letting out a moan despite yourself.

And this time, he doesn't pull away to ask if you're okay--The sound was purely from pleasure, and he seems to know it. Instead, he responds with a slightly stronger suck, his eyes closed and his long lashes on his cheeks. You try not to squirm, the heat between your legs growing to a point that you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy. You wonder if he can feel the thump of it against his stomach.

You don't know how long it goes on. The gentle pull of his mouth on you, the feeling of his warm breaths against your skin, his soft hair beneath your fingers...it's all so decadently pleasurable and you lose yourself in the feeling.

He swaps between your breasts, his tongue laving at your nipple before taking it into his mouth. The feeling of it makes you jolt and shudder and moan. His hand continues cupping your other breast, gently kneading it in time with each suckle. You feel a warm trickle of milk from your free nipple and watch as it rolls down the swell of your tit before meeting his hand. He unlatches himself and goes to that breast instead, licking the cooling trail up your skin before taking your nipple once again.

His tongue is becoming greedier with each of your noises, licking your areola, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin and his nose pressing into the plushness of your breast. You hold his head firmer against you, legs closing around his body as you fight to not grind against him.

He's fully groping you now, both hands gently squeezing your breasts as his hungry mouth takes turns lavishing both nipples with his attention. His eyes are still closed and his brow is furrowed as he works, panting for air between each switch but never allowing himself to fully catch his breath.

You can feel the flow of your milk drying up. The ache in your breasts has mercifully subsided, leaving them feeling tender and sensitive. But Gale doesn't seem ready to stop-- he sucks harder at them, coaxing out each drop against his tongue.

So you don't stop him. You lean back against the pillows and run your hand over his back, through his hair, letting him nurse from you to his content. And as you watch him, you realize with a cold jolt that he's rutting himself against the ground. It's subtle, almost completely missable, but you can see the way his ass flexes as his toes dig into the ground for purchase.

The revelation finally breaks your control. You moan his name and raise your hips against him, spreading your legs as his teeth dig into your skin.

It's as if he had been waiting for this moment. He's sliding up your body immediately, his hot, panted breaths against your face sweet with your milk.

"Gods, I'm--"

Whatever he's going to say is lost as he takes your mouth, that skilled tongue that has been teasing your nipples all this time now pushing past your lips, that sweetness intensified as he kisses you desperately. His body slots perfectly against yours, his hard cock pressing against your pussy and grinding into it, starved for friction. Even through both sets of your clothes you can feel his member pulsing, and as he dry fucks you he groans into your mouth, his hands hungrily feeling over your body, your face, your breasts.

You cry out as the orgasm that has been building all this time finally breaks within you, and you cling to him as you rut madly against him. Your own passionate ministrations make Gale still, and it isn't until you hear his own throaty groan that you understand why.

Your arched back deflates back into the pillows, and Gale's body follows, as if not wanting to be apart from you. You can feel the twitching of his cock still buried between your legs, uneven jumps and shudders that have him gasping and pulling out of the kiss.

"Gods, I'm...I'm so sorry..." He pants, eyes fluttering open and worry knitting his brow. "That was...inappropriate, to say the least."

You hold the side of his face and reassure him that it's alright. And, you add with a smile, his unorthodox methods have managed to do what you sought to accomplish in the first place.

"I must say, I'm rather tired myself." Gale shares your smile, "Why don't you spend the night, in that case? Besides, it's best for me to be nearby, in case you need more...extracting."

You happily oblige.

[matrixriot]

ok i know everyone's always like "bakugou is so the weeknd coded" or "bakugou def listens to pierce the veil".

however.

i like to headcannon that katsuki bakugou is actually a freaking classical music nerd.

before you start throwing tomatoes at me, i always imagine this little scenario:

katsuki bakugou is in his room, tensely studying (prob using flash cards because nerd), when all of a sudden, denki bursts into his dorm room.

"hey bakugou!! we're all hanging out for lunch today!"

...

"bakugou? can you hear me?"

katsuki sits in focus, his large noise cancelling headphones doing their job by cancelling out denki's voice.

when all of a sudden, denki sneaks up on bakugou and snatches the headphones right off his head. denki puts the headphones on his own head and starts listening, only to say...

"wow bakubro, i didnt know you were into... ballerina music?"

katsuki stands up and slams his hands onto his desk. he grabs denki by the collar, grabbing the headphones, and puts them back on.

he yells at denki,

"THIS IS VIVALDI'S FOUR SEASONS CONCERTO IN G MINOR DUMBASS. GET OUT OF MY ROOM"

ok end scene this was a really stupid thought and i def couldve written this better but

[bro-man-dude-guy]

For eel love drawing this way

[esse-lunam]

(me, chanting at every shifter from afar) BE CRINGE! BE CRINGE! BE CRINGE!

[rad-roche]

study of a photo of a lighthouse. saw a painting challenge that involved cranking the saturation WAY up, then painting with the new colours. fun challenge! made me think about colour in a way i don't often do

[chaoswarfare]

dp x dc prompt #67

constantine really should have started using the yearly family reunions to get out of league meetings more often. it’s a little odd watching the people he’d grown apart from wander around talking about the goings-on since they’ve seen each other while he hovers in the corner smoking a cigarette, but beggars can’t be choosers and this definitely beats the alternative.

at least until his estranged stepsister and her husband start raving about their plans to capture and vivisect a ghost, and then start casually chatting about what can’t be anything other that plans to destroy the dimension that holds the fabric of reality together.

maybe he should have just gone to the bloody meeting, because now he’s obligated to either deal with this himself or tell the justice league about it. at least his niece and nephew are willing to help him out.

[thewisestdino]

Everything’s growing in our garden

You don’t have to know that it’s haunted

(Jean and Jeremy)

[koipalm]

resident evils.... snoozing

[transingthoseformers]

Don’t know if you’ve gotten this ask before but thoughts on Megatron using his fusion canon sexually on Optimus?

I'VE SEEN THIS A FEW TIMES (though, I think I've seen it happen more with, say, Starscream and like twice with Megatron himself)

It's usually interesting!! Weapon play is one of those things that, when you look at the inner circumstances of Transformers, I can totally see happening (especially considering mecha with integrated weaponry)

I am not immune to thinking about Optimus and Megatron getting kinky with it in ways that aren't necessarily wise of them

[schpeenor]

I MADE THE DOODLES!!!

CHUBBY DABI… H HIS LIPS… HIS LASHES… HIS GOD DAMNED BOOOOOBS!!!! HIS TIIIIITS!!!!! NO NO NO I WILL NOOOOOT STOP DRAWING HIM YOU CANNOOT MAKE ME. also spinner didn’t get dabi’s boobies in his mouth but he got to lay on them.. (let’s pretend these aren’t different doodles cause dabi has a shirt on)

THEY’RE GEEEEKS!! THEY’RE STICKING THEIR TONGUES OUT!!

PUT DABI ON ALL FOURS 2K24!!!!

[s1lly-gh02tz]

Oh boy I hope nothing bad happens to them!!

[daisyofwaterdeep]

halsin sucking on ur tits while ur on ur period bc their sore…. SAVE ME halsin sucking on ur tits while ur on ur period bc their sore… what r ur thoughts ☺️☺️☺️

this story contains: kissing, established relationship, reader on their period, masturbation, handjobs, and of course (oprah voice) YOU get some tit sucking. HALSIN gets some tit sucking, EVERYONE GETS SOME TIT SUCKING!!!

!NSFW!

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Halsin breaks the kiss and leans back, tousled hair framing his face as he looks down at you. He'd look gorgeous if it weren't for the guilt pulling his mouth down and knitting his brow.

"I'm fine," You quickly say, regretting the pained gasp you had involuntarily let out. You place a hand over his own, now still against your breast. "Just a little sore."

Halsin's hand immediately slides off your chest and onto your ribcage as his frown deepens.

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have--"

"No, no!" You quickly lean forward and peck a kiss against the tip of his nose as you drag his large hand back to your breast, "You can keep touching them, they're just a little tender."

Rather than going back to his lazy groping, his fingers splay out across your breast, your hard nipple caught between the v of his index and middle finger.

"Perhaps my mouth would be more favorable," His voice is low and husky, his lips dancing right above yours, "I'll be gentle."

Hot arousal pools in your stomach as you nod up at him, hands already finding the back of his head to guide him down. His frown finally melts back into a smile at your eagerness and he catches your lips in one last kiss before following your goading down.

His tongue is on you immediately, hot velvet softly circling your areola before he kisses your nipple. You sigh happily and comfortingly scratch your nails against his scalp. His hands slide to your stomach and his calloused thumbs rub soothing patterns against your skin, an action you've told him before helps with your cramps.

It's heaven. Halsin's tongue laves at your breasts, applying gentle pressure as he licks along the curves of your chest, kissing under the weight of them before trailing back to your nipple. You close your eyes, hand still petting his head as his skilled fingers and tongue massage at the aches of your heated body. It's comforting, being able to lay here and enjoy the feeling of your lover with no urgency, being spoiled and soothed from the dredges of your period with kindness and understanding.

A hand leaves your stomach and you feel the weight on the bed shift as Halsin moves. You open your eyes to see that he has repositioned himself on his knees, his eyes closed and nose pressed against the fat of your breast as he suckles at your nipple. That in itself would be enough to have you madly horny, but then you see why he moved positions. His hand is between his legs, stroking his hard cock in time with the soft pull of his mouth against you. The fact that something as simple as licking at your breasts excites him to such an extent has your stomach tumbling and your breath hitching.

You had been content to have a lazy makeout session with your lover before bed, but now you want to spoil him--just as he's spoiled you.

"Switch with me," You scratch your nails softly against his scalp to get his attention, "Lay on your back."

Halsin's mouth leaves your tit with a wet suck before he looks up at you, the amber of his eyes nearly swallowed by his pupils. "Are you sure...?"

"Of course I'm sure." You gently pull the tip of his ear as you grin at him, "Now come on, swap with me."

Halsin kisses your breasts one last time before rolling over and you're quick to climb on top of him, straddling one of his thick thighs, head perfectly level with his chest. He watches you curiously as you get comfortable, his swollen cock heavy against his stomach and jerking gently in time with his heartbeat.

Keeping your eyes on him, you begin to mimic the way his tongue felt on you. His chest hair tickles your nose as you lick along the swell of his chest, loving the way you can feel the muscle flex as he realizes what you're doing.

"Oh, I see." Halsin sighs happily, one hand rubbing along your shoulders as the other finds the back of your head, "Giving me a taste of my own medicine, are you?"

You hum in response, mouth going to his nipple and sucking it softly until it hardens against your tongue. Halsin takes in a sharp breath, his chest swelling upwards, silently begging for more.

You've picked up that his chest is sensitive before-- the way his thrusts stutter when your hands run over his chest. But you've never stopped and done something like this...you make a mental note to change that going forward.

You let your teeth scrape over the hardened bud as your hands squeeze his pecs, pleased at the little noise he lets out on a shaky exhale. Another drag of your teeth grants you another little noise, this time accompanied by a curl of his hips. He's more worked up than you realized.

You drop a hand down to his cock, pleasantly surprised at just how wet the tip has gotten. The little noises Halsin had been letting out deepen to full-blown moans on each breath as you wrap your hand around his length and stroke him slowly. You bite into the pliant muscle of his chest and feel a thrill as Halsin jumps and stutters out something in elvish, his cock pulsing roughly in your grasp.

He's loving this. If the way you can feel his cock thumping doesn't make it obvious, then his breathing growing harsher and the way his big hands are forgoing soft petting to grasp onto you is sign enough. You switch to his other nipple, flattening your tongue to lick a fat, firm stripe across the hard bud. He keens lowly in his throat and his hips raise against your hand, an obvious request to go faster.

You're happy to oblige. You trap his nipple between your teeth and bite as you pump him fast, elated at the way he cries out and sloppily ruts his hips to match your pace. You dig your teeth in just a little harder, arm muscles beginning to burn as you go even faster, watching the way his stomach muscles shiver and tighten as hot rivulets of precum dribble down your knuckles.

He's close. Feeling the manic need to see him release, you keep the pressure of your teeth against him and suck hard, bruisingly, and bring your free hand up to twist his other nipple.

Halsin's back arches and his body stiffens as he cums-- hot, runny stripes of it against his stomach before it gushes down his length and over your hand. You pump him through it, eyes on his face to watch the pleasure roll over his features, to see the little whimpers leave his lips as his body slowly relaxes back onto the bed.

You ease your teeth from his skin, licking soothingly at the indents you've left as you listen to his labored breathing slowly return to normal. When his cock starts to soften, you finally let it go and scoot up on the bed, grinning at him as he fights to focus his eyes on your face.

"That was..." Halsin's voice cracks and he swallows roughly to rein it in, "Certainly unexpected."

You kiss his nose, still smiling, "I could say the same."

You find his lips and the two of you fall into a comfortable rhythm, just as before-- expect this time, cum smears between your bodies as you lazily kiss.