#and don't get me started on the hobbits

[et-cant-phone-home-no-signal]

so y'all know i'm reading the lotr books in order for the first time and i'm over halfway through the fellowship of the ring now, and i never realised just how much peter jackson changed things around for the sake of screen-story continuity. don't get me wrong i love the films and i think the choices that were made were very good and a wonderful way to introduce the story to people who've never read the books before (10 year old me became entranced for this reason), but now fully reading the books has me going "oh so it was GANDALF who first brought up going through moria and actually aragorn didn't want them to go??"

honestly makes me wish they'd kept the book characterisations just a bit more because 1) they're fucking funny and 2) i have a lot more respect for many of the characters that i've often only viewed as 'ha ha' characters and that's such a shame (merry i'm looking at you)

[communistfries]

You know what else makes more sense to me the older i get? Boromir lordoftherings. I think i get him now. Not to mention rereading the books really gives a different perspective than the films ever do

[scarlettfevor]

I love the items in acnh and I sometimes fantasize about playing the game again, but then I remember that the first month after you make your island is the most taxing AND the most fun you'll have and then everything after that is mind-numbingly boring

[beck-a-leck]

It's not a ship I'm super into, but I was thinking about Hobbit things, and listening to Hadestown and all of a sudden I have a Mighty Need for a Thorin/Bilbo = Hades/Persephone AU

I mean... it fits SO WELL.

King Under The Mountain = King of Silver, Gold, and Everything Glittering Under The Ground

Hobbit of Gentle Rivers and Rolling Hills = Goddess of Spring and Summer and Growing Things.

The fundamentally opposing personalities and priorities, and a relationship started with deep and true love that has turned hollow and bitter over the long years.

The angst and strife of two people who have forgotten how to love the other and continue trying to "fix" things to ever increasing levels of disaster.

So much potential for angst... so. much. 😈

I mean, Y'ALL just listen to this song to see where I'm coming from lmao

[blacktabbygames]

The script for Episode 5 is finally DONE

The script for Episode 5 of Scarlet Hollow is finally finished, bringing the total word count for the game up to 884,000 words. This is the longest and most complicated chapter of the game to-date, coming in at 250,000 words, or 31% larger than the entirety of Slay the Princess, including its expansion. This won't be the final word count, either, since the script usually grows in length by a fair bit while I make edits and additions during implementation. For reference, Episode 4 was ~185k words in total, and for broader cultural context, the entirety of The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit and The Silmarillion altogether comes in at 700,000 words.

So! What's next? When Episode 5? Give it to me now?

There's still a lot of work to be done before it's ready, but we're confident it will be finished before the end of the year. Walking you all through what we have so far, and what we still need to do:

Art! Episode 4 had 129 new full page background illustrations and 1,424 new sprites. I would assume a roughly similar number of assets for Episode 5. This is what Abby will be focusing on in the coming months, though I (Tony) also get to draw a few this time around >:]

Episode 5 (plus the new ending for Episode 4) is split across 46 script files. On top of adding audio and visual assets to these files, we also need to format them and add in variables and checks against relationship and prior systems. That part of the work is finished for 8 of those files at the time of this writing.

Music and audio design! Brandon has already finished a few tracks, and the music and SFX have always been finished ahead of everything else (thank you Brandon and Phil!)

Now that the script is finished, we'll be able to start providing more regular content updates — before we had hard numbers on us, the best we could say was "more writing was done," which doesn't feel like saying much of anything, but now we can let you all know as individual scenes get finished finished. We'll be posting monthly progress updates on Steam, as well as our newsletter, which I'd recommend subscribing to! (We don't get spammy with it.) Here's the link to sign up for that!

Thank you all so much for your patience while we've pushed ourselves this far. Scarlet Hollow is a beast of a game in scope and the deeper we've gotten into its narrative, the more demanding it's become, both in terms of the quantity of writing we have to do, and also the care we have to take in balancing the game and making sure that player choices feel like they actually matter.

Scoping out the rest of the game, I believe that Episode 5 will ultimately be the longest individual chapter of the story, so the wait shouldn't be quite as long after its release until we reach our conclusion.

[smoking-pipeweed]

The Hobbit Characters | They get jealous

[ LOTR / The Hobbit Masterlist ]

Bilbo, Thorin, Fili, Kili, Thranduil *reader is gender-neutral

Bilbo

Absolutely the jealous kind, and he's not shy about it

It started with Bofur in the morning when he grabbed you as a scouting partner. His tight grip on your upper arm made Bilbo stare a little too long before turning around in a huff.

"They'll be back soon," Balin reassures him, smiling at Bilbo's restfulness.

His final straw was that night when Fili thought he could sit a little too close to you at the fire. When he places his head on your shoulder in an affectionate way, Bilbo shoots up to his feet.

"Sorry, Fili, I want to sit next to my partner," he says with an assertive tone in his voice. Fili moves with no complaint, and Bilbo replaces his spot, making sure to pull you extra close to his side. You let out a soft laugh under your breath as he places a protective hand on your thigh. "Is a hobbit jealous?" you purr out to tease him. "Well, I wouldn’t have to be if they knew how to keep their hands to themselves, now would I?"

Thorin

Not really the jealous kind, but isn't afraid to defend what's his

You both were at a quiet inn together, having a rest from your travels. He had left you for a brief second to go to the bar to get you both some pints.

While just minding your business, a large man approached you with the smell of alcohol wafting off him. "Hey, luv, you're too pretty to be sitting by yourself here." He starts, "Want to come play some betting games with my friends and me?" You politely decline his advances, but he sits down and starts a friendly conversation with you anyway.

"Excuse me?" Thorin's kingly voice appeared behind you. "Can I help you?" He places a protective hand on your shoulder while eyeing the man.

The friendly man stutters and stands quickly, apologising to you both. "Sorry lad, I didn't realise she was spoken for." before rushing off.

Thorin sat down next to you quietly. "You were smiling too much at him, making him feel like he had a chance," he mumbles. "Oh, please," you groan, "just say you're mad that another man had my attention for a minute."

Thorin smirks and passes you your drink.

Fili

More mature than his little brother, so he can handle his emotions, but that doesn't mean they don't ever bother him

During their time at Rivendell, there was a particular blonde-haired elf who took a liking to you. He was very obvious about it, passing you more sweets at dessert time and glancing at you from the other side of the dinner hall. You, thinking the elf is just being welcoming to the guest, don't think twice about his kindness. But Fili was already eyeing the tall elf over his shoulder.

While making sure the elf is looking, he grabs your waist tightly and slides you closer to his side and keeping you there. You look at him confused but don't question it, thinking he's just being affectionate.

"Damned elf," he mumbles under his breath which you hear. You catch on to what he's annoyed about. "Fili, he's just being nice. Not every elf is out to take what's yours."

"The look in his eyes said otherwise." You roll your eyes and continue eating while he is firmly pressed against your side.

Kili

Mischievous, daring dwarf that gets jealous VERY easily

His brother Fili was becoming bored with the walking and having not seen any battle or interesting event for the last few days. So he decided to mess with his brother at the expense of his partner.

Kili first notices him becoming all touchy with you while you're walking slightly ahead of the company with Fili. Fili was laughing a little too hard at something you said and was grabbing your arm and shoulders fondly. He trudges up to you guys and playfully pushes between you with an arm around your shoulder. "Soooo~ what's so funny?"

Happens later again when Fili offers his cloak to you when you complain about the sudden coldness. You go to accept before Kili interrupts quickly, arguing that his cloak is warmer. He gives his brother a slight glare behind your back, making Fili hold back a laugh.

Finally told his brother to get lost when Fili landed a kiss on your cheek while saying goodnight to you. Fili was already running off, giggling as Kili sprang up from beside you to chase him off, wielding a threatening mace while yelling at his older brother.

Thranduil

Jealousy where? He's literally the elf king of the Woodland realm, he doesn't need to be jealous... or so he thinks

You arrived back at his chambers later than usual. You had been helping your friend Barathil, who worked in the barrel cellars, and he had had a few problems when taking stock. Trying to sneak through the door didn't do much as Thranduil appears in front of you, nearly making you jump out of your skin. "And where have you been, may I ask?" he says, pushing your hair behind your ear.

"Sorry, meleth-nin, I was helping the elves working in the cellar with some issues. I didn't mean to return so late."

He frowns. "Oh, yes. That Barathil. The one so desperate for your attention, he must conjure up issues to be seen." He breathes out.

You roll your eyes at his accusations. "He's not lying, he's only two hundred years young, give him some time."

"Very well. Should he find himself in such dire need for assistance again, I shall go."

You don't dare let him see the smirk you have on your face. A jealous elven king? What a sight to see.

[geeky-politics-46]

John Walker Headcanons

Random thoughts I have about John Walker. I separated them into SFW and NSFW. These may be elaborated on and expanded on later. If there is a specific headcanon you really want a story about, let me know in the comments or an ask. This may also become an entire NSFW Alphabet as I love writing those.

SFW:

Definitely a control freak. Don't touch or move his stuff without asking first unless you want either a lecture or a very pouty annoyed super soldier. Part of this is due to military training. Part of this is just him desperately needing to be in charge. His room is by far the cleanest, and he will randomly start cleaning if he's anxious.

Rigid in his routines almost to a fault. If he's not following a routine, he doesn't know what to do with himself. His entire life has been about military structure. Now, even if he's not a military officer anymore, he still can't bring himself to move out of his established routines.

Very awkward when you first start dating. The last time he successfully wooed anyone was high school. To say he's a little rusty is an understatement. Expect lots of dorky flirting and bad innuendo. May even some frat boy-esque come ons that almost make your skin crawl.

He tries to show off extra in front of you. You can't reach something? All you have to do is ask. Can't open a jar? He's right there with his hand held out. Need help carrying in groceries? He can take them all in one trip. If you come into the gym while he's in there, he will stop what he's doing to pick up even heavier weights in hopes that you notice.

Has a bit of a dumb blonde streak to him. May actually be really intelligent but will say the absolute dumbest things sometimes. Things that leave the rest of the team staring and speechless. Prime example being his “we're running out of space?” comment at the end of Thunderbolts.

100% gets jealous of your celebrity crushes. He knows it's stupid and that you having crushes is completely normal, but he can't help it. He wants to be your number 1 all the time. He needs to be your number 1, your first choice. Even if it's some married A lister you would never meet in a thousand years. He can't stand the thought of you being with someone else. Of you picking someone over him just like so many others in his life have.

The Georgja boy southern drawl comes out when he's turned on or feeling frisky. The whole team has learned this against their will, and all it takes is an “ain't” or a “darlin'” and they are shooing you behind closed doors before things progress. It's created a bit of a Pavlovian response in you whenever you hear it.

At first, he doesn't want to be left alone with his son when he gets visitation. Somehow, the team is surprisingly good with kids and helps get him comfortable. Bob watches SpongeBob or other cartoons with his son. Yelena brings out the guinea pigs to play with. Alexei is the king of storytime and also trying to help make up for some of his own fatherly shortcomings. Ava gravitates towards the arts and crafts, especially crayons and watercolor. Bucky teaches him games he used to play as a kid. He may also start reading the kid on The Hobbit. After a while, John can do it by himself and feels more confident as a dad, but by that point, everyone is a part of the family.

He really wants more kids once he's learned he's not totally shit at being a dad. He grew up with the idea of the white picket fence and 2.5 kids in the suburbs or even a farm in the country somewhere. That's still what he wants, even if it didn't come as easily as he was promised. He desperately wants a happy family. You renewed his hope that maybe someday he could have it. This correlates directly into NSFW headcanon #9 - breeding kink.

Even though he received a dishonorable discharge and was stripped of his rank and benefits, he still has his Army dress uniform hanging in his closet and his fatigues along with his tags, medals, and other mementos in a box under his bed. Even his West Point diploma is in there. They were a part of who he was, and he still isn't quite sure of who he is if he isn't a soldier. He looks through the box a lot, especially when he's feeling down.

The only thing he leaves out in the open all the time as a reminder of that life is the photo of him and Lemar that Mrs. Hoskins gave him. He also still talks to Lemar when he's feeling depressed or just wishes he was there. He doesn't know if Lemar can hear him, but he hopes he can. He was raised in the church, and even if he's not sure he believes it anymore, he likes to think Lemar is watching over him. Still by his side even from heaven.

He hates it when he cries. It makes him feel weak. He tries to stuff down all his feelings, and this has manifested in the man we see in Thunderbolts. He tends to stew in his own emotions, and you have to call him out and confront him on it. Otherwise, he will not address it. It helps to remind him that that behavior is what got him there in the first place and that if he wants to grow as a person, he has to change. You will constantly be reminding him that failing at something isn't necessarily the end of the world and that crying or admitting his feelings is not failing.

NSFW:

His body count is low. I'm talking low end of single digits. Yes, he was married and has a kid, but he also married his high school sweetheart. If they both weren't virgins when they got together, he had probably only been with one or two other women. If he's been with anyone since, and I firmly believe that's a very strong if, it was a one night stand or two.

I firmly believe he probably hasn't had sex with anyone since the divorce. He probably avoided it for a while in hopes that he could win Olivia back, and he really only wanted her. After he realized it was really over, the depression took most of the desire he had left for sex. People also tended to avoid him like the plague after the flag smashers thing. So it's not like he had women lining up for the newly single dime store Captain America.

Because of his relative inexperience, you may end up having to teach him stuff in the bedroom. Especially if you are into anything kinky. I feel like him and Olivia were probably pretty vanilla when it came to sex. He will also get really flustered when you try to talk about sex with him. He's pretty game to try whatever you want. Just don't make him talk about it.

We've all collectively decided that he has a massive praise kink. Not just in the bedroom but in all areas of his life. This is not a new thing by any means, but he never really thought of it as a kink until you called it that. Tell him how good he fucks you and he'll start purring. Tell him he's such a good boy and worthy of it and his brain will completely melt.

Once you uncork the bottle, he will be pretty insatiable. He's been backed up for a while and has a lot of energy to expend on amorous activities. Thanks to the super soldier serum, he's also going multiple rounds every time. You will be sore after sex the first handful of times simply because he's so energetic.

I think there is a distinct possibility he's accidentally bruised your cervix when he forgot about his enhanced strength and speed in the heat of the moment. He didn't exactly have a ton of sexual experience after the serum. Especially not with someone new. He was horrified and a little proud of himself all the same time.

He loves you talking dirty to him and will encourage you to keep talking. Talking about sex can get him a little flustered in normal circumstances, but if you start talking dirty, he's immediately ready to blow. He still can't really believe all the filthy things that come out of your mouth, but he hangs on every fucking word. After a while he'll even start talking dirty in return.

Sucker for fancy lingerie, but he prefers you in just one of his shirts. He loves seeing you all wrapped up like a present in satin and lace, anything sheer he has a particular soft spot for, but seeing you fresh out of the shower bare legs in one of his old t-shirts makes him practically feral. He discovered this even before you got together when your mission bag went AWOL and you had to borrow his shirt. He swore he was so hard he nearly passed out from lack of blood to his brain that whole mission.

Once the thought is in his head, his breeding kink will go from 0-100 at light speed. Olivia was pregnant while he was in the midst of a depression, so he kicks himself for not letting himself enjoy it. Especially once you start showing his hand is constantly on your belly. Talking to you the entire time you're in bed about how sexy you are all swollen with him and how he's gonna be such a good daddy for you. Before you have the baby he's already talking about looking forward to knocking you up again. Although he may worry too much about hurting you during penetrative sex in your last trimester, he's happy to help satiate you with his fingers or tongue.

He is a bit of a pillow princess when he's feeling depressed. Normally, he likes being the one in charge and doesn't mind doing most of the work. When he's down, he just wants you to ride him and talk sweet filthy nothings to him. His praise kink is turned up a notch even higher than normal, too. Tell him how good he feels. Tell him how big his cock is. Tell him that you couldn't want anyone else the way you want him. Just let him lie there and enjoy it.

He's not a big fan of PDAs, but practically suction cups himself to you behind closed doors or no one else is around. When he discovers cockwarming, he wants it every time you are alone. Practically begging you to just let him put in. Promising he'll behave and let you finish your book when you know in reality he'll start humping you after maybe 5 minutes.

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You caught him watching porn and jerking off once, and he found it incredibly hot. He was a little humiliated but loved the way you teased him about how desperate he was and that he was a naughty boy for not asking first. How you would have helped him and maybe you should touch yourself too. He came in less than 2 minutes after you started teasing. He wants it to happen again but isn't sure how to bring it up. He is genuinely unsure if it was the humiliation or the thought of mutual masturbation that got him off so quickly.

There will probably be a part 2 to this once I think about it more.

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[the-court-of-dreams]

ONYX STORM SPOILERS

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Quotes that KILLED ME in Onyx Storm

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1)

To the ones who don’t run with the popular crowd, the ones who get caught reading under their desks, the ones who feel like they never get invited, included, or represented. Get your leathers. We have dragons to ride.

Books have always been a safe place for me. I still remember picking up The Hobbit when I was still a kid, closing my bedroom door and going on an adventure. I'm almost 25 now and I still love going on adventures. From magic schools to institutes, hidden cities to castles, forests to enormous capitals. With cars and ships and horses and broomsticks and dragons. Every story, a new adventure. Every book, a new journey. Oh, how I love travelling!

I only ever had one friend who loves reading as much as I do and our conversations about books, the hours we spend making theories, and analysing everything that happened... they are some of my most beloved moments. ( @strovilos , you are the joy of my life) My other friends don't understand as much, it's okay. I' ve always been the kid hiding books under my desk, staying up past my bedtime with a light under the covers. So yeah... that dedication really got me.

I was invited to places, but I almost never felt included while being there. That was okay too.

I always preferred riding dragons anyway.

2)

Xaden is mine. My heart, my soul, my everything. He channeled from the earth to save me, and I���ll scour the world until I find a way to save him right back.

Wow, that didn't take long at all, huh? Straight in the fucking feels.

3)

I could reach the rank of Maven, lead armies of dark wielders against everyone we care for, and watch every vein in my body turn red as I channel all the power in the Continent, and I would still love you. What I did doesn’t change that. I’m not sure anything can.

Such a good start for me and my fucking heart. Thanks, Rebecca... I really appreciate it.

4)

If I’m to be court-martialed for helping Braxtyn defend his people, then I shall welcome the trial. All who channel from dragon and gryphon alike should flourish under the wards, and now Aretia will be that haven should one of the others ever return.

Lyra... I fucking stan!

5)

So with all the love in my heart, put your fucking uniform on, because we need you.

Look, I'm not saying that Ridoc is my favourite character in this book... but... Ridoc IS my favourite character in this book.

I died with the whole squad dynamic, but the four of them will always hold a special place in my heart, I fucking love these kids.

6)

Even hundreds of miles away, he’s still taking care of me and doesn’t even know it.

I KNEW this godsdamned book would be full of angst....BUT DID IT HAVE TO BE ALL OF IT??? DID IT REBECCA????

7)

You might be angry when you realize I didn’t wake you to say goodbye. But it’s only because I no longer fully trust my ability to walk away.

—Recovered Correspondence of His Grace, Lieutenant Xaden Riorson, Sixteenth Duke of Tyrrendor, to Cadet Violet Sorrengail

FUCK ME MAN....Come on...WHYYYYYYY????

8)

But the thought of you being out there, beyond the wards, facing down a known attack of venin, triggered something in me I’ve never felt before. It was hotter than rage, and sharper than fear, and cut deeper than helplessness, all because I couldn’t get to you.

Fuck you.

9)

I would have killed anything and anyone in that moment to reach you. No exceptions. I would have channeled every ounce of power beneath my feet without hesitation if it would have landed me at your side.

Double fuck you.

10)

If I’d been there, beyond the wards, I would have drained the very earth to its core to keep you safe.

TRIPLE FUCKING FUCK YOU!!!!

11)

Pain isn’t new to me, Jack. She’s an old friend I spend most of my days with, so I don’t mind if she sings to you.

Violet Sorrengail... you are the most badass bitch to ever badass. (I feel like that's SUCH a Remi thing to say. Fucking finally.... iykyk. Shout out to @skyfallscotland for writing fucking masterpieces. Getting notifications from you always makes my day. If any of you are into fanfcition, i STRONGLY recommend reading everything this girl has written. You can start with Fear and Flame. Thank me, and HER, later.)

12)

“We live by the Codex—” I try again.

“I live by you. When have I ever given a fuck about the Codex or the Code of Conduct?” He cradles my face and leans down, resting his forehead against mine. “I am yours and you are mine, and there’s no law or rule in this world or the next that will change that.”

I love them so much it hurts.

13)

Love of my life. You have nothing to be jealous of.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

14)

“There’s no magic here.” He tugs me against him. “No power. No lure. No taunting reminder that I can save everyone if I just reach for it and take what’s offered. It’s only…peace.”

For the first time since fetching the luminary, I seriously debate Tecarus’s offer.

When I tell you this book was PAINFUL for me....I'M NOT FUCKING KIDDING.

15)

"...Sgaeyl…" He glances up at the trees as if he can see her in the sky above us, a look of longing on his face.

If I had a dollar for everytime this book broke my fucking heart.

16)

“My consort,” Xaden replies casually. “Violet Sorrengail.”

I'm deceased.

17)

I can’t quit watching Xaden’s eyes in case their flecks change back to gold whenever I see him during Signet Sparring.

They never do.

Like my heart will never again NOT be broken for these two.

18)

“The pain. The mess. Give it to me. I’ll hold it. I know that sounds ludicrous, but I’ll find a way.” I lace our fingers. “I will hold everything you don’t want to feel because I love every part of you.”

This ship... this fucking ship...

19)

“Seems Catriona has found someone worth lagging behind for.”

I loathed her in the previous book....but gods did the poor girl go through it in this one....

20)

“There is no cure for me.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “That’s why you have to become better than me. There’s only you.”

I seriously don't know why I'm putting myself through this torture.

21)

When things get…shitty, I hope you can look down at it and imagine us sitting there together when this is all over. That’s the vision I’m going to cling to: you and me, holding hands, looking over the city.

This right here broke whatever soul I thought I had left. It just hurts so much when the characters cling to a future that I fucking know isn't going to happen.

22)

It’s almost like this room is removed from time itself, a tiny corner of the world where we simultaneously live together yet don’t.

Rebecca literally...WHYYYYY????

23)

I didn’t reach for any form of power because even in that state, I knew it could take me back to day zero, and day zero doesn’t give me you. I clawed my way back to myself and left.

Screaming, crying, throwing up.

24)

While most deities allow temple attendants to choose their timeline of service, only two require a lifetime of dedication: Dunne and Loial. For both war and love change souls irrevocably.

For the love of Gods, please let this be some kind of clue.

25)

I love you more than this city. Do not die defending it.

Screaming. Crying. Throwing up.

26)

At some point I’ll stop looking for her, right?

I KNOW Andarna had her reasons... but my girl Violet did not deserve that after everything she's been through.

27)

His smile instantly becomes a core memory.

MY smile instantly becomes a core memory....as in I don't think I'll have one again.

28)

You’re not a weapon of destruction. You’re not venin. You’re the artery power chooses to flow through. You’re life.

I fucking ship this SO MUCH. I love me some enemies to lovers, slow burn, full of angst shit.

29)

When push comes to shove, I'm not the best of us. She is.

YES VIOLET, THAT'S YOUR BESTIE!!!!!!

30)

“That’s a little menacing,” I admit to Feirge. “Then let us be menaces,”

I ADORE multiple povs. I've been waiting for Rhi's and Imogen's pov for 3 books, and I was NOT disappointed. Wish I could have more of them though.

31)

She’ll rip the very sky apart before she and Glane accept defeat.

GO IMOGEN! GO! GO! GO!

32)

The flame of perpetual rage that lives in my chest burns hotter. Fuck that horde. Fuck the venin who ride them. Fuck that unholy vortex of a tornado at the end of the northern field, and fuck the orders to stay grounded in these winds.

FUCK! I love this girl so damn much.

33)

I’m glad it’s you with me. Parapet to Malek’s own doorstep. I’m so sorry I have to go first this time.

To be honest, I didn't really care about Quinn for three books now... but I SOBBED in these 3 pages.

34)

And you should tell him, Gen. Tell him, and you find some happy.

And the fact that she preached for my second favourite ship of the series with her dying breath??? Miss Quinn, you have my heart. I didn't care for your existence for three books, but man, did you get me in the end.

35)

“We made it a good one.”

This one cut me so fuckign deep I had to stop for a good ten minutes. I did not see it coming. I did not think I'd care. I still don't understand why I did. But I really, really did.

36)

“I’m not leaving you!” He leans in and slides his hand behind my neck. “I’m not leaving you, Imogen,” he repeats, softer this time.

If these two don't end up together, I'm gonna make it everybody's problem. I PROMISE!

37)

“You have been the gift of my life,” I tell Tairn.

I've read some theories that Tairn will die in the end... First of all...HOW DARE YOU? And second of all... REBECCA DON'T YOU DARE, I WILL-

38)

She was the first to choose me, to elevate me above all others, the first to see every ugly side of me and accept it all, and every single person in this fucking canyon will die before they remove a single one of her scales.

The fact that Xaden channeled for Violet but really turned to save Sgaeyl... I did not expect that. And although it was painful as fuck to read through... to me it was perfect and a job really well done.

39)

Shadow brings quiet. My soul departs like pieces of ash from a fire, flaking free and drifting away as power consumes the space it once inhabited. I’m no longer on the ice—I am the ice.

Xaden...baby...no....

40)

Save them, the last remaining pieces of me beg, holding on with teeth and claw to keep from being torn away, too.

I will never... ever... recover from this.

41)

“I love you.” Violet’s voice cracks the cold, and a silken thread of warmth wedges itself in the opening before it seals shut, locking it in place.

No. Wait. I grab for that thread with desperate hands, clawing to keep her as more of my pieces are blown away, lost to the void. She is warmth and light and air and love.

This was so fucking painful to read I literally have no fucking words.

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I love her. That is the emotion I cling to, the fire of pure power burning at the feeling’s edges, and I know if I take it any further, it will be the next and final piece to float away.

😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔

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“What did you do?” My head snaps toward Imogen, and a deep sense of foreboding takes root in my chest. She slowly lifts her gaze to mine.

“What you asked me to.”

How THE FUCK am I supposed to wait who-knows how long for the next damned book???

All in all, I really enjoyed this. I never got bored and I didn't mind the side missions at all.

The xaden×violet of it all shattered my heart. I definitely loved their relationship more than the previous books (It really reminded me of their dynamic from one of the best pieces of literature I've ever had the pleasure to read, a fanfiction piece called Storm in the quiet by @justallihere. She is truly the best.).

I just knew this was coming, and all of their trying would lead to this... it tore my heart apart. I love heavy angst in my books, but it hurts like a motherfucker when you have to wait for the next book in a series. I've promised myself I would never start an unfinished series ever again but oh well....

I loved the side characters so much, and I feel like I got to see them more and get to know them better in this one.

Ridoc is the best comic relief character I've read in a long, long time, and I love him so much (I almost had a heart attack when I thought the cook actually stabbed him.)

Aaric is a little shit and I'm so here for it. His exceptionally well written character was one of the highlights of the book for me.

Imogen and Garrick are my babies and I want them to end up together SO FUCKING BAD.

Also, the Drake and Mira crumbs? Chef's kiss.

I have to admit I was very fed shipping wise.

Unexpectedly, I also laughed my ass off in this book... so I'll probably make another post with all the times I died of laughter. Who would have thought?

My soul will definitely need mending and a good dose of fanfiction to get me through the long wait. To the people who are gifted enough to write these fanfcitions, you are my heroes. Cheers!

Final thought, Xaden Riorson, THE MAN that you are.

Accurate image of me after finishing Onyx Storm:

[hellenhighwater]

It occurs to me to wonder, have you ever stumbled across the Society for Creative Anachronism?

I'm familiar! My main problem is that 1. I'm just not that interested in roleplay, fantasy or historical, and 2. most of what I make tends to fall more in the Edwardian-Victorian stylistic range or is just straight fantasy, not really that historically based. I love to learn how stuff was done but I am an adapter, not a recreationist. Like, I'm aiming more for Howl Pendragon than Arthur Pendragon, y'know? Most of the SCA groups in my region tend to land pretty solidly medieval.

Honestly, I'm a set designer/stage manager left loose without a theater to haunt. That is genuinely where my base skillset comes from, but my work and ceramics schedule is not well adapted to letting me get involved in theater. I am really not a person that enjoys acting, and both LARP and SCA tend to involve a fair bit of it. (And yes, I know I don't have to role-play to participate but also I am not a person who is going to roll up to the event and then not participate, so I'm just gonna try my best and be mediocre, which is of course a fate worse than death.)

I've been talking with a couple friends about trying to get involved with local LARP or SCA groups just because we agree that we need more nerds in our lives but simply cannot sustain more DnD campaigns. I'm open to giving it a shot and then winding my way to more of an event management/set/props role, which is where I do best, but it's hard to figure out where to start.

We're probably gonna give this Hobbit thing a try and see how we like it, and then go from there. I have been scouting around a little bit to try to get the lay of the land here in Michigan; figure out what our options are.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts from the film the hobbit : the battle of five armies . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

he hit it ! he hit the dragon .

his arrows cannot pierce its hide . i fear nothing will .

we cannot turn back .

[ name ] ! what are you doing ? you were supposed to leave !

i came to help !

who are you that would stand against me ?

now that is a pity . what will you do now ?

you are forsaken .

you cannot save him from the fire .

tell me , wretch , how now shall you challenge me ?

you have nothing left ... but your death .

[ name ] . look at me . you look at me .

you are not alone , [ name ] .

[ name ] , come on , we're leaving .

they are your people , they must go .

i know how i feel , i'm not afraid .

i don't know what that means .

keep it . as a promise .

that is where you are wrong .

i'll catch my death in this cold .

it's all right , darling .

i have said it many times , this is a man of noble stock .

i'm not the master of this town . where is he ?! where's the master ?!

enough ! look around you . have you not had your fill of death ?

winter is upon us . we must look to our own .

we must look to our own . to the sick and the helpless .

those who can stand , tend to the wounded .

we must salvage what we can .

i tried talking to him , he won't listen .

he doesn't sleep , he barely eats ... he's not been himself .

it's this place ... a sickness lies upon it .

behold the great treasure hoard of [ name ] .

no one rests until it is found .

take only what you need . we have a long march ahead .

we can take refuge inside the mountain .

what gold is in that mountain is cursed .

we will take only what is promised to us .

you saw something out there .

they bore a mark i have not seen in a long time .

[ name ] , it is your king's command .

i command my own heart .

spells will not save you .

i am not alone .

you should've stayed dead .

do you doubt the loyalty of anyone here ?

dragon sickness . i've seen it before .

it is a fierce and jealous love , [ name ] .

perhaps it is best it remains lost .

i'm going to plant it in my garden .

it's a poor prize to take back to [ location ] .

there's gold enough in that mountain for all .

get some fires going .

[ name ] , you take the night watch .

do not tell me what they have lost .

i know well enough their hardship .

they have much to be grateful for .

the children , the wounded and the women come first .

all quiet , nothing to report .

we did not look to see you here .

i heard you needed aid .

i came to reclaim something of mine .

i ask that you honor your pledge .

i will not treat with any man while an armed host lies beyond my front door .

be gone , ere our arrows fly !

this does not concern you .

we are , in fact , outnumbered .

we attack at dawn . are you with us ?

true friends are hard to come by .

i have been blind , but now i begin to see .

i have been betrayed .

[ name ] , the quest is fulfilled .

is this treasure truly worth more than your honor ?

this gold is ours , and ours alone . by my life , i will not part with a single coin .

i will not part with a single coin . not . one . piece of it .

you started this , [ name ] . you will forgive me if i finish it .

i'm not doing it for you .

i'm not afraid of [ name ] .

how came you by this heirloom ?

they are taking us for fools . this is a ruse . a filthy lie .

you would steal from me ?

i may be a burglar , but i'd like to think i'm an honest one .

you have no claim over me , you miserable rat .

i was going to give it to you .

you are changed , [ name ] .

do not speak to me of loyalty .

did you not hear me ? [ location ] is surrounded .

life is cheap . but treasures such as this cannot be counted in lives lost . it is worth all the blood we can spend .

you are lesser now than you have ever been .

i will not hide behind a wall of stone while others fight our battles for us !

it is not in my blood , [ name ] .

will you follow me ... one last time ?

what took you so long ?

this was their plan all along .

i think [ name ] has fled .

keep low and out of sight . if you see something , report back — do not engage , do you understand me ?

don't be ridiculous , you'll never make it .

they'll see you coming , and kill you .

they'll never see me .

i'm not asking you to allow it , [ name ] .

you will not turn away . not this time .

today , tomorrow , one year hence , a hundred years from now . what does it matter ? they are mortal .

there is no love in you .

what do you know of love ? nothing .

you think it is love ? are you ready to die for it ?

we'll live to fight another day .

you will die last .

don't move , don't move . lie still .

i wish to part from you in friendship .

you're not going anywhere , [ name ] , you're going to live .

you did what only a true friend would do . forgive me . i was too blind to see it .

i'm so sorry that i have led you into such peril .

i'm glad to have shared in each of your perils , [ name ] .

go back to your books , and your armchair . plant your trees , watch them grow .

if more people valued home above gold , this world would be a merrier place .

i cannot go back .

[ name ] ... your mother loved you . more than anyone . more than life .

they want to bury him .

if this is love , i do not want it . take it from me , please . why does it hurt so much ?

songs will be sung , tales will be told .

well , i think i'll slip away quietly — can you tell the others i said goodbye ?

you can tell them yourself .

if any of you are ever passing [ location ] , tea is at four . there's plenty of it , you are welcome at any time .

it's here i must leave you .

i quite liked having a wizard around .

don't take me for a fool .

i've kept my eye on you ever since .

i'm not dead . presumed or otherwise .

[unstable-samurai]

The Shy Nerdy Best Friend is Actually Pretty Cool... and Hot

Minnie x Male Reader

one-shot

tags: friends to lovers, fluff, Confession, babying, drunk reader, penetration, blowjob, cumshot...

You don't remember much from that night. One of the few alcohol-induced blackouts you've had in your life, with fragmented memories blurred like a distant dream, some real, others not. Vague, like the first memory of your childhood, but not as special. Based on what Minnie said, you were brought to her house by some of your "friends" after drinking all you could at a stupid party you didn't even want to go to. The idea was for Minnie to take care of you, 'cause, in the condition you were in, staying alone at home was risky and, well, none of your "friends" - and these were their words - would act like your "mother"...

except for her...

The doorbell rang around 09:30 PM.

She answered the door with curious astonishment, probably having been asleep when this hurricane of voices hit her door.

"He's all yours!" said one of your friends, pushing you towards Minnie.

"HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" she asked alarmed. "... What happened to him...?"

"He's drunker than the devil. We brought him here for you to keep an eye on him," said the other friend, the one who drove to Minnie's house.

"Me?!"

"Of course. We're not his mom to take care of the guy." They looked at each other and laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world. "You've done this before, right?"

"No. Last time he was sick. I don't know how to take care of a drunk person!" she tried to explain while using all her strength to keep you upright.

The problem was that you weighed almost twice as much as she did.

"Great. It's practically the same thing!"

"We're going back to the party! Tell him to call us tomorrow. See you later, babe!" he said, ironically, of course.

"Hey... are you okay?" Minnie asked you.

"Your hair is all messy," you said, messing up her hair even more.

"I was napping on the couch. And you're a complete mess. But let's get inside, you weigh more than a bull!"

You put your arm around Minnie and dragged yourself into the house with her. She helped you sit on the couch; your head was spinning and everything seemed terribly distant. When you looked at Minnie, she seemed to be staring at you, but you weren't sure. In your state, even her action figures seemed to be watching you.

"I think I'm bothering you. I am, aren't I?" you asked. "I can go home. I can walk just fine."

You made a motion to get up.

"Sit down, idiot!" she said, pushing you back onto the couch. "It's okay. I'm just worried about you. Did you take any drugs?"

"Hmm, I don't think so," you replied, terribly sincere.

She brought you a glass of water. While you were drinking, she asked:

"I tried to talk to you several times today. I called and texted you. I thought we were going to marathon that stupid Hobbit trilogy.”

"Looks like I had better plans," you replied sarcastically.

"Uh-huh, it seems so..."

"Can I lay my head on your lap? I want you."

You didn't notice, but she blushed.

"Alright, I guess."

You laid your head on her lap and closed your eyes. Minnie started to gently stroke your hair.

"You should stop going to those parties. There's nothing good about them. And your friends always abandon you at the end of them."

"I wished you were there with me," you confessed.

"You know I don't like parties. And if I went, your friends would probably just laugh at me if I were there."

"That's true. It's really true. Damn, it's a damn truth... I think I drank to try to forget about you a little." You revealed suddenly. "I was feeling bad for breaking my promise to you."

"Why didn't you want to come?"

"I've been a little irritated with you lately."

"Why? What did I do?! I'm sorry! ... But what did I do?"

You laughed like an idiot.

"Your way, your tastes, your clothes, your voice, your smell irritate me... man, the list is long."

She immediately stopped stroking your hair.

"Oh... got it."

"All of that irritates me because I... because I love all those things about you and I can't admit it. It irritates me that you're perfect... in a good way. Sorry. "You hugged her around the waist, hiding your face in Minnie's belly, who stood paralyzed.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"You're so good to me while I treat you terribly. I wish I were a better guy." You commented, sounding like an embarrassed confession.

"No, no! You treat me so well! You're so sweet to me."

"No... it's just... when I'm with my friends, they make jokes about you and say I hang out with you just to get easy sex or whatever... The problem is I never raise my voice to defend you, I just sulk or change the subject like a damn coward. No one should talk about you like that... Damn, I think I'm going to vomit!"

"Ew! Don't vomit on me!”

You stumbled to your feet and Minnie guided you to the bathroom. You managed to make it to the toilet in time, avoiding vomiting all over her bathroom.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

You waited for the sound of the toilet flushing to pass, then replied, "You could have held my hair while I was puking. Where are your manners?"

She chuckled and sat against the bathroom wall.

"You're such an idiot, you know."

"Do you still want to watch The Hobbit trilogy?"

"It's already too late, and besides, in your state, you wouldn't be able to focus on staring at a wall for 1 minute."

"I guess you're right."

"Hey, seriously, you should stop hanging out with those guys. They're not your real friends."

"I just hang out with them, you know, so I'm not alone."

"You have me."

You silently observed Minnie for too long, making her start to feel uncomfortable. You tried to think of something good to say to her, something that would make her feel better, because, well, after revealing that those guys were mocking her behind her back, it was the least you could do.

"Is that Tweety?" you asked, pointing to her blouse.

"Yep! Do you like it?"

"It looks like you. The glasses and all. It's pretty cute. Do you think I could get a Tweety shirt?"

"Finding a male Tweety shirt for you will be tough."

"No problem. I'll definitely look better in that baby tee than you, no offense. By the way, is Tweety male or female?"

"Tweety is male!"

"Ah, I never noticed."

"Hey, I was serious when I said you have me. You like me, right? We're friends?"

"Minnie you are my best friend, please."

"Then it doesn't make sense you to hang out with people who are constantly mocking me. Now that you've said that, I won't accept you continuing to be friends with them and me at the same time!" she protested.

"Hmm... Okay. That's fair. I'll kill all of them for you."

"I'm serious. You're going to have to choose between me or them."

"I choose you. You, Minnie."

You clumsily crawled over and hugged her, squeezing her small body against yours, which was one of your favorite feelings.

"Okay, okay. I get it! But I don't think this is the most hygienic place for us to hug." Minnie helped you to your feet. "Go take a shower and see if you can get rid of that vomit breath.”

“If I do everything right, do I get a kiss?”

“No way! You’re drunk. In the morning, I want you saying all this to me again. If it’s really true, then tomorrow will be a very special day for me…”

“I love you, Minnie,” you whispered, looking into her eyes. “I want to be your man so badly. It even makes me feel like crying when I think about it.”

She playfully tapped your chest and pushed you away, giggling nervously.

“I love you too. I really do,” she said with a shy smile. “I’ll get some clothes you left here for you to wear. Please don’t slip in the bathroom because I won’t have the strength to lift you.”

"I'm not an idiot to slip in the bathroom."

"But you can act like one sometimes." she said, before closing the door.

"Do you want to play Mortal Kombat?" you asked Minnie as she dried her hair with the hairdryer in her room.

"WHAT?!"

"I asked if you want to play Mortal Kombat!" You said, now louder. "This darn hairdryer sounds like a jet engine!"

She turned it off.

“If I beat you while sober, imagine drunk as you are now. No, you need to eat. Soup will be good for you."

"Cup Noodles, that's it!"

"No! Real soup. Light and with vegetables. I actually ordered some."

"Ah," you grumbled disheartened. "I've lost my appetite."

"But you're going to eat!"

"Fine, fine! If you insist... Hey, is that a Smurf on the table?"

"My goodness, you look so lost when you're drunk. Like your brain has shrunk," Minnie said casually, trying to hide a laugh. "That's a Squirtle. And you're the one who gave it to me as a gift."

"This is actually quite offensive on your part. I'm sharper than most drunks."

"Aw, don't be offended." She pinched your cheeks like a baby. Minnie was definitely taking advantage of the fact that you were drunk.

And in a way, you thought she was entitled to it.

Once again in her lap, you ended up discovering that night that this was your favorite place. Warm and protected from any harm. And even intoxicated, sparks of lucidity allowed you to see through the smoke that hovered over your mind. No, better than that, it allowed you to feel the security that Minnie had when she was by your side, singing "Gravity" by Sara Bareilles to you. And singing was something she didn't do around anyone; insecurity and shyness prevented her from doing so. In this way, she hid one of her greatest talents because she sang in an angelic manner, extremely comfortable with her own voice, sounding good without any instrument to accompany her. The fact was that if it weren't for the headache, you would have been sure you were in a sublime dream.

"That was the best lullaby I've ever heard," you murmured.

"I thought you were already asleep."

"Sing more."

"No, that's enough. You need to sleep."

"I want to hear you sing every night," you said, and Minnie laughed because you wore a silly, goofy smile. Apparently, your facial expressions weren't entirely under control.

"I hope I can sing to you every night. Just for you." Minnie slid her finger slowly across your nose, watching you with an enigmatic expression. She took advantage of the fact that your eyes were closed. "Can I ask you something?"

"Uh-huh... sure," you mumbled.

"Have you always been ashamed of me? Regardless of your answer, it won't matter because you're drunk."

You immediately stood up from her lap, feeling dizzy and alarmed, but rational enough to say:

"I want you to meet my parents, Minnie. Um, I was planning to tell you tomorrow, after you agreed to be my girlfriend. So consider this a little spoiler. I want to hold your hand and have the right to call you 'mine.'"

"Do you swear?" she asked, her lips trembling.

"Yes. All this time, the girl of my dreams has been right by my side, and I ignored it. My face is red with embarrassment now. From tomorrow onward, I'll make it up to you, and if you give me a chance, I'll make you feel special every day. Just as you deserve."

"Besides bad jokes and terrible taste in movies, you're also quite good at romance. God, I wish I could kiss you right now..."

"Okay, so I'll do it in your place. Excuse me, I'm going to kiss your forehead," you said, leaning closer to her.

Amid giggles, she asked: "What are you doing?"

"If you'll allow me..." You lifted Minnie's bangs as if checking her temperature and then planted a quick kiss on her forehead.

"You're such a goof, my goodness."

"And I'm also crazy about you."

"Let's hope these things still hold true tomorrow," she remarked, and you saw her eyes sparkle for you. "I want to believe..."

"Wait, was that an X-Files refer-?"

"Yep!" In fact, she said it by chance. "You're definitely sharper than most drunks."

“I told you, I told you!”, you exclaimed like a child.

The bedroom curtain wasn't fully closed, so a beam of light at 8:30 AM came through the window and hit your eyes, warming your skin until it became unbearable, and you opened your eyes to the whitish view of Minnie's room. Your vision returned to normal as your mind assimilated the facts. How the hell did I get here? And why am I in Minnie's bed? Oh, and It was strange for you to be in her room because when you slept at Minnie's house, you usually slept on the couch. It was hard to recap the events of the previous night, but they came to your mind in the following way:

I went to the party.

I was sad because of confusing feelings.

I drank.

I drank.

I drank.

I drank a lot.

Some of my "buddies" took me to Minnie's house.

She took care of me. Again.

Hmm, yeah, things probably happened this way or a similar version of it.

You looked at the clothes you were wearing. It definitely wasn't that stupid Zelda shirt you wore to the party.

Holy crap. Could it be that Minnie helped me change my clothes?

You felt completely embarrassed and afraid to find out what happened the previous night.

‘Don’t be an idiot and face it like a man.’

Words from your father when the two of you talked earlier that month about your internal conflict over admitting your romantic feelings for a particular girl. He didn't care about most of your problems, but this one irritated him. Your ridiculous concern about others' opinions on your life, your girl, who you should date... And staying silent in the face of offensive comments about your friend... He almost threw that beer in your face. If you don’t confess your feelings to this girl, then another man will, and then it will be too late. And I don't want you here ruining my Sunday afternoon because of your stupidity. He didn’t know how to say things without sounding like a retired army colonel, but you thought you deserved to hear those words in that exact tone. The time had come to put your old man's advice into practice. You quietly left the room and went to the bathroom to wash your face. From the noise, Minnie was in the kitchen cooking something. It wasn’t in your plans to confess your feelings to her with a horrendous hangover face, but damn it, you hoped she loved you for what you had inside: guts and true feelings for her.

When you got to the breakfast table in the kitchen, there was a plate of scrambled eggs, a cup of coffee, and warm toast waiting for you. Minnie was wearing an adorable overall and a gentle smile was on her face. You loved this morning view and wished it could be like this every morning.

"Good morning. How did you sleep?" she asked, sitting at the table.

"I slept well," you said timidly.

"Come on, eat your breakfast." She insisted, and you joined her at the table.

"And you? Did you sleep well? You know I could have slept on the couch."

"Nah, you needed a real rest. Besides, the couch isn't that bad."

"Sorry for ruining your night."

"I saved you yesterday, you'll save me tomorrow," she said cheerfully. "Are you feeling okay?"

"My head hurts a bit, but just being conscious is a relief... By the way, you didn't change my clothes, did you?"

She put her hand to her mouth in a mock expression of shock.

"Oh my God! How do you remember this?"

"Oh, man! Fuck!"

"Just kidding! You changed yourself like a big boy!" she revealed, laughing at your reaction.

"Thank God!"

After breakfast, you helped her wash the dishes and clear the table. There was a moment of rest when you both went to the living room, the glorious morning light shining renewed, somehow lifting your spirits and giving you a bit of courage.

"Listen, Minnie, I'm not sure what I said or did yesterday. I have a feeling I might have dropped a bomb on you because I noticed you seemed a bit off during breakfast."

"I'm just a little anxious."

"I need to tell you that I've been in love with you for a while. And I've been feeling bad for not treating you the way you truly deserve. You might say it's no big deal, but to me, it is. It's something that causes me anguish, and now I want to change that if you'll give me a chance." You held Minnie’s hands, her eyes reflecting the hope in her heart, your actions feeling right and natural, without shame or hesitation in saying: "I love you, Minnie."

"I love you too. I think I've loved you since that day we shared an umbrella while walking back from the movies. You and I walking together in silence, our shoulders occasionally touching, and the rain falling around us... Oh, and you looked so handsome that day.”

"Minnie... Can I kiss you?"

You and Minnie started kissing on the couch, desire and emotion burning uncontrollably between you. Your lips met with a mix of nervousness and passion, the first kiss an electric shock that coursed through your body. She was the girl of your life, there was no doubt anymore. The reciprocity was a wet and intense response, a kiss with your tongues intertwining as you both had secretly longed for. Her hands began to explore your body, sliding over your muscles with a provocative softness. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered against your lips, her voice laden with desire. The room seemed to heat up with the energy emanating from you, also radiant with the morning sun, the birds singing outside, and the tension between you dissolving as you surrendered to the moment. Your bodies moved closer and closer, the excitement growing with each touch and sigh.

As the kisses heated up, the intensity increased, and you lost your balance, falling off the couch in a tangle of bodies. "Oh, wait, my glasses!" Minnie exclaimed, and you gently took off her glasses and placed them on the couch. "You still look handsome, even slightly blurry," she said.

On the floor, your hands were eager, sliding over Minnie's body as you pulled down one of her overall straps, revealing the warm, soft skin beneath. With a quick movement, you removed the other strap, leaving her in just her striped top and bra. Minnie let out a low moan as she felt your firm hands lift her top, slowly exposing her small breasts covered by the bra. You pulled the bra straps down, freeing her breasts, and immediately began to play with them, sucking and squeezing them with a mix of softness and firmness. "Oh, yes, keep going," she murmured, her eyes closed and head thrown back, deliberately feeling the heat of your mouth against her skin. Her sighs filled the room, each touch and moan intensifying the excitement. Her skin was soft and fragrant, and the sensation of her nipples hardening under your tongue was very, very good.

After dedicating yourself to Minnie's breasts, you slid your lips down her abdomen, pulling her overall down a bit more. Your tongue traced a slow, teasing path, exploring the sensitive skin of her belly. "You're so hot, Minnie," you murmured between kisses, your voice full of desire for her. Minnie moaned softly, her hips moving involuntarily as you continued to adore her. "Lick me more, please," she whispered, her face flushed with excitement. Your lips and tongue explored every inch of her belly, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. The combination of gentle kisses and sensual licks made Minnie gasp with pleasure, her body arching with each new stimulus. "Mmmm, I love it when you do that," she moaned, her voice sweeter than ever.

You took off your stupid Zelda shirt (hoping Minnie hadn't focused too much on it). When it came time to take off your underwear, Minnie took charge, deftly pulling it off and tossing it aside without hesitation. She looked at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes before wrapping her lips around your cock. "I always knew you had a big cock; I could see how it bulged in some of the pants you wore," she revealed. Somehow, Minnie's sudden confidence made her even sexier, and your arousal ridiculously uncontrollable. The warm, wet sensation of her mouth around you was overwhelming, each movement of her tongue making your whole body tremble with pleasure. The sounds of sucking and Minnie's muffled moans filled the living room, a rhythm so pleasurable to hear. Watching her alternate between gentle and intense movements, driven by such devotion, was... beautiful, an erotic work of art for your eyes. Her lovely lips wrapped around your cock with such need, her hands caressing your thighs with so much care and love, Minnie's eyes never leaving yours. Her hair was loose, the perfect invitation to grab it and thrust your cock against Minnie's throat, helping to make it even wetter.

Minnie begged you to fuck her, feeling increasingly aroused. You sat on the floor, leaning your back against the couch as she finished taking off her clothes.

"Is this your first time?" you asked.

"No. I actually used to see a guy back in college; we had sex a few times, but he was terrible... You're suprised?"

“Oh, no. Maybe a little. Bu- Hmm, well, do you happen to have a condom?"

"I'm the last person who would have condoms at home," she said with a silly laugh. “But I think from now on this will change.”

The moment you were sharing became more intense and intimate, and Minnie, feeling increasingly aroused, noticed how wet her pussy was. She decided to heighten the sensation, rubbing your cock between her pussy lips, moaning softly with each movement. "My god, I'm so wet for you," she whispered, her voice full of lust. Minnie began to slap your cock against her pussy, each hit making her moan louder. "Look how my little pussy is dripping, babe..." she teased, her eyes fixed on yours, full of desire. You couldn't resist; you grabbed your cock and started slapping it against Minnie's pussy. "Oh, yes... hit it hard..." "Fuck, this feels so good, Minnie." The contact between you increased the sexual tension, Minnie's moans becoming louder and more frequent. "My pussy is begging for you, babe," she said between sighs and moans. The friction between your bodies made the desire grow almost unbearably, leaving her even more excited and ready for the next step: Minnie finally slid your cock inside her, letting out a deep moan of pleasure. "Oh, yes, this is so good," she exclaimed, starting to ride you with rhythmic movements. The sensation of being inside her was indescribable, each pulse of excitement increasing your pleasure. Minnie moved with an intensity that made your whole body vibrate, her moans blending with yours. "You make me feel so good," she murmured, Minnie's hands resting on your chest as she rode faster and faster. Her petite body over yours, consumed by genuine passion for you and your cock.

The atmosphere between you reached its peak as Minnie continued riding you with fervor, her movements becoming more frantic as the climax approached. "I'm gonna cum... oh, I'm gonna cum so hard," she screamed, her eyes closed and her face contorted with pleasure. You could feel the heat and wetness around your cock as she rode faster and faster, her body trembling with excitement. "Yeah, come on, come for me, baby!" you said, panting, and with a final scream of pleasure, Minnie finally came, her body shaking violently as she fell apart on top of you. Sweat dripped from your bodies, your heavy breathing a testament to the intensity of the moment. She relaxed on you, completely spent, her eyes meeting yours with a satisfied and exhausted look, the glow of pleasure still reflecting in her pupils. The connection between you proved to be real; if the declarations, looks, and gestures weren't conclusive enough before, now every sigh and touch reaffirmed the intensity of the shared experience that only two people in love can feel.

But

Despite Minnie's intense orgasm, you still hadn't cum. Realizing this, Minnie smiled mischievously and murmured, "I'm going to make you cum now." She lifted herself for a moment, only to sit back down on your cock, her body still trembling with residual pleasure. Minnie began to grind intensely, her movements desperate and full of fervor. Your moans interspersed with your panting breath, your eyes closed, completely sedated by the sensation and the imminent explosion, still focused on not coming inside her. A lethal adrenaline rush. "Cum for me... please, cum for me," she begged, her voice broken by desire and urgency. "Oh, fuck, oh god! I don't know how much longer I can hold on, babe..." Minnie said, her words and the movements of her hips creating an irresistible mix of pleasure and pressure.

Then, the intensity of Minnie's movements, combined with her words, pushed you to the edge. Feeling the climax approaching, you announced, "I'm gonna cum, Minnie,"

Fuck…Her eyes shining with excitement… She got off you and begged: "Cum on my face... I want all your cum on my face." You quickly got up, your body trembling with anticipation. Minnie knelt in front of you, looking up at you with a gaze full of expectation and desire. With a final grunt, you stroked your cock rapidly and ejaculated onto her, the hot, pulsing jets covering her face. Minnie closed her eyes, moaning as she felt every drop, a smile of pure satisfaction forming on her lips, blending her shyness, naughtiness, and cuteness.

The room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat, the atmosphere still vibrating with the energy of the intense connection you shared. Minnie, still on her knees, wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth, her expression one of deep and exhausted satisfaction.

With a loving gesture, you placed Minnie's glasses back on her face, your fingers sliding gently across her skin. "You don't know how beautiful you are now,” you whispered.

Your eyes met, sparks of desire still dancing between them. With a soft smile, you pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Your lips met in a final act of surrender to the intense passion that had consumed you both, the salty taste of your cum mixing sweetly and intimately between you...

And a couple of little yellow birds on the windowsill were silent witnesses to the newly blossomed passion.

[lsd-astronaut]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request kili x reader headcannons where the (fem) reader is a hobbit Mayhaps? Don’t feel pressured to write it or anything! Thank you!! Take care.

Thank you so much for your request! I have such a soft spot for Kíli, it's not even funny anymore. I hope you like this, I went a bit crazy on this lol

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Kíli x Fem!Hobbit!Reader (Headcanons)

Not so secretly loves that he found someone who is finally shorter than him. Having said that, he is such a bloody tease, always keeping things out of your reach just so he can see your pout, and even maybe steal a kiss from you. Mainly stops doing this after he once accidentally did it while you were having a bad day and you aimed your foot at his shin. Still claims it to hurt but you know he is just being dramatic.

I do not believe for ONE SECOND that this dwarf has good orientation skills. Yes, I know he is kind of a ranger by himself but he gives me the vibes of someone that does not know where he is at any given moment. Thorin's abysmal sense of orientation had to be inherited by someone, and it was not Fíli, I'll tell you that. The first time he visited you in the Shire on his own after the reclaiming of Erebor and the Battle of Five Armies, you had been warned by your wary neighbours about a mysterious dwarf who was asking for you to everyone he saw. Thinking that you were in danger, your neighbours had very kindly steered him in the opposite direction, but balked as you informed them that this dwarf was surely your husband given their description of said "intruder." You eventually found him in the main square looking like a sad puppy, but his face immediately brightened as he saw you. You thought that after showing him the path to your house he would learn the path, but this situation repeats every single time. Everyone in the Shire eventually gets to know him.

Tries to teach you archery in exchange for you trying to teach him to bake. Similar outcomes in both of these endeavours, as every bow is way too big for you, and he has some curse that causes him to even burn water. Fíli warned you to never eat anything from Kíli and you have chosen to believe him after seeing Thorin strangely pale during a family dinner where Kíli claimed to have made the dessert himself.

When he decided to introduce you to his family, he didn't doubt for one second that they would love you. Is a bit regretful when you band with Dís to complain about him aloud. His mother should not know about his awful habit of leaving his dirty socks on the floor even now at 77 years old. But he is happy to see his mother take to you so well, even though you are not a dwarf.

On a softer note, his love language is braids, both giving them and getting them done. As you are a hobbit, your hair is on the more curly side, but don't think for one moment that this will stop him. He will forge you many beads for you to wear; his objective being that you become some kind of a moving chime. He claims is that so he doesn't lose you in the enormous halls of Erebor when you come to visit him, but you know better. The first time you braided his hair at the start of your relationship, he almost broke into tears.

Finally, finally he has found his other half, his One, and even though you are of a different race, he could not care less about it.

Hehe done with this! I hope I did your request some justice. I feel like hobbit x dwarf pairs are so good and canonically make the most sense, considering Yavanna and Aulë/Mahal are wife and husband.

[sapphos-maiden]

THE INNER CIRCLE CIRCUS

(Can someone please hand me some wine because this is gonna be long...)

Inner Circle Circus stans are you guys okay cuz you're telling me that a bunch of drunkards and clowns are canonically the heads of an entire court???

• Let us start with RhySAnd

The "most powerful high lord" is clearly not the smartest because which person in power in his right mind would have such an unstable court? This man has 2/3rds of his court living in misery and only utilising them when it suits his needs. The Hewn City has been given free rein to mistreat and abuse the women population as and when they like and RhySAnd as a ruler should have implemented laws long ago! Laws are the basis of social change!! And then we have the Illyrians whom Cas*ian himself considers to be expendable pawns and the inner circle even thinks they should be wiped off the face of the earth because they couldn't be courageous enough to actively try and educate them or set laws. I mean ofc if a community that has backward tradItions and doesn't comply with you... Means that they should go through ethnic cleansing, right?

• Amren

The four-foot, possibly a felon, grandma hobbit with a bob cut who can only be mean and tyrannical is the second-in-command? She literally suggested that RhySAnd be the High King and exploit the Archeron sisters by using their powers just because all of them ended up in the Night Court. Do you hear yourself oldie??? Calling someone "girl" or "child" clearly doesn't prove that she's mature even though she might have lived for over a century.

• Morrigan

Wtf is THE MORRIGAN YALL. TRUTH TELLER FROM WHAT ANGLE😃⁉️ this bit*h was giving Nesta sh*t and telling her that she should be thrown into Hewn City or Human Lands all because she was drinking and sleeping around? HMMM I WONDER WHAT MORRIGAN DOES IN HER FREE TIME. BECAUSE IT SURE AS HELL ISN'T ACTIVE WORK TO HELP THE HEWN CITY, WHICH SHE IS THE INCHARGE OF. She herself is drinking and sleeping around but once Nesta does it as a coping mechanism, it isn't classy anymore? She just shows up to Hewn City in fancy and scanty clothing every now and then just to glare at them. I wonder what the women who are still going through torture must think of her. "The Morrigan" who could have maybe helped them.

• Cassian

SJM made him Nesta's mate when he really should have been RhySAnd's. Have you seen how that man tries to defend RhySAnd. And then uses his trauma to justify each one of his wrong doings and petty acts just because Nesta asked him to respect her boundaries. Literally threw a tantrum and then stalked her like a creep. Overgrown manchild istg.

• Azriel

I don't have much to say about him because he just seems like a victim of manipulation to me tbh. I wonder if he'll actually have the guts to stand up against RhySAnd's manipulation, something which Cassian seems to treat as his religion. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt though I clearly don't understand how someone can be quiet all the time and actively ignore every wrongdoing.

• Feyre

The moment she learns to read... Voila! We've got a new high lady!!! Girl please get off your ass and try and help your people in the slums of Velaris who are going through the same sh*t that you once endured. Go help the Illyrian women who can never fly but whose wings you flaunt. But no she gotta paint, build her fifth mansion and then make Nesta earn her love and be redeemed so that she can live freely.

Phew- that was long. I gotta go on a vacation and revive my mental peace after reading the bs in ACOTAR.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

The Things I Can Do To Her (One Shot)

(A much requested follow up to The Things I Want To Do To Her)

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (a mention of Steve Rogers x Reader)

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: Bucky doesn't want to meet you. It's not that he doesn't want you. He's seen the photos. He's heard the stories from your mutual friends. You're the most beautiful omega he's ever seen, and you sound kind, fun, intelligent and possibly a bit of a handful. You'd be a good match for him AND Steve according to Natasha. He has no problem with sharing, he's not a prude. But that's the problem. Bucky has always been a little kinky, but over the years and as his alpha grew desperate for a mate, it had taken a new form. And that would be too much for you right?

Now he's met you, he's on your tail.

Warnings: A/B/O, sex, rough sex, lack of condom use. It's dirty. You've been warned. Also this is my first time writing smut!!!

You know Bucky's on your tail when you pull the car door closed. His scent nears as the car pulls away and you catch sight of him heading towards you.

"Home Miss?" The driver asks.

"Yes please, as quick as you can."

The joys of having fancy friends, means they connect you with fancy services like personal shoppers, the best restaurants and cars with drivers. Nat tells you they are all handpicked, mostly ex-military and as they drive, and quickly as you've asked, they do so with precision and safety. They're all on the pack payroll and you've told Natasha, as well as Tony, that you'll only use it if they let you pay but you're still yet to see an invoice.

When the driver pulls up outside your apartment you thank him and say goodnight. It's as the doorman opens the door to your building and you hear a screech of tires that you know you're about to have a visitor. You glance briefly down the street and see a car similar to the one you've just been dropped off in, swing quickly but with precision around the corner.

Stan the doorman dips his hat to you as you stroll up the steps.

"Good night Miss?"

"A mixed bag of events Stan." You reply as he opens the door, you pick up your pace a little as you hear a car stop and a door open nearby. Bucky's scent wafts up your nose.

"You know that smirk looks like trouble Miss."

"Me? Never."

You’re one step into the lobby when there's a growl.

"OMEGA!!!!"

It's deep and primal and goes straight between your legs. You pick up the pace as Stan calls after you.

"Shall I shoot him or let him in?"

"Let him in." You laugh, walking as quickly as your red bottomed boots will allow. You press the elevator button repeatedly as Bucky enters the lobby. Your inner omega is giddy as you glance over your shoulder and watch your alpha stride in. Stan clearly recognises him and he salutes him as he passes. He mouths the words 'war hero' at you like you don't know. Bucky's towering stature and broad frame soon blocks your view of grey-haired Stan. You step in quickly to the elevator when the doors open. You hit the button to close the doors. You think you've been clever, you really do. Stupidly thinking there's enough space between the elevator, you, Bucky and the lobby, you take a breath and relax for a split second. As the elevator dings and the doors close you realise your aren't alone. There's a breath near your ear, a warm body against your back, an arm slips around your waist and Bucky's scent is everywhere. He pulls you roughly back into his chest, running his nose down your cheek before rubbing it against the mating bond between the dip of your neck and shoulder.

"You think you're so damn clever don't you Omega." He growled as he started to nibble at your bond.

You feel something hard prodding against your ass and push back.

“You liked your gifts then?”

Bucky growled in response, rolling his hips into your ass. You pushed back smirking to yourself.

“You know…..I didn’t realise The Hobbit would get you going like this. If you’re looking for something more racy let me know.” You quip, as you try and turn in his arms. As you do your leg grazes something in Bucky’s free hand. You glance down and see the gift bag.

"Oh, you don't want them?" You ask, a tint of disappointment in your voice.

"What?" He replies, completely puzzled by your question.

"It's fine, I'll speak to Tony's guy see if I can resell them." You tell him, reaching for the bag.

"I didn't say I didn't want them. I wasn't going to leave them in the bar, not with those drunk idiots passing beer and shots around like circus clowns with water buckets."

"Well if you don't want them I'll just take them back." You say, reaching for the bag.

"I want them Omega." He replies, purring in a way you wonder if he's still meaning the gifts.

The elevator pings for your floor and you push away from him as the doors open, stepping out and walking towards your apartment door. Bucky watches you for a moment. Observing the sway of your hips and how your dress drapes beautifully around your ass.

"Goodnight James." You say, unlocking the door. Bucky's not sure what pisses him of more. The fact you're not even casting him a glance or that you've called him James and not Alpha. When he realises you've stepped into you apartment and the elevator doors are about to close, he acts quickly. Striding across the hallway, he kicks the door with his foot to stop it closing. He kicks it closed behind him and drops the gift bag on a console table you have near the door. You're taking off your jacket as he approaches you, slipping it off your arms and tossing it over a nearby chair. He mimics your actions and watches as you go over to a drinks trolley and pour yourself a vodka. Bucky notices the bottle. It's expensive. The same one Natasha drinks. He final takes his gaze off you and looks around, as you start to pour him an expensive bourbon.

This is the penthouse. You live in a penthouse. On your own. And you'd brought him expensive gifts. Sam was right. Your dirty books really did make you a lot of money and you didn't want him for his. Not like those other omegas that had sniffed around.

"You're looking around like you're lost." You say to him, as you put your hand out to pass him the bourbon. Bucky approaches, a frown on his face and a shake to his head.

"Sam said something earlier."

"Oh? What? Because he says a lot of things."

Bucky lets out a huff of laughter and takes the drink from you. He takes you in as he takes a sip. The way the dress wraps your body. The fact he's sure you aren't wearing much in the shape of underwear, and then there’s the boots. Louboutin's, if he's not mistaken. You were younger than him by a few years and quite possibly the sexist omega he'd ever seen. He wanted to do unspeakable things to you and you'd not even flinched when you'd overheard them. Now, you stood looking back at him, leg slightly jutted out to one side and Bucky wants to drop to his knees and run his tongue up the inside of your thigh. He takes another sip of his drink instead.

"This is the good stuff." He says, glancing at the glass.

"Yeah, well Nat kept giving me shit about buying cheap booze, said it looked out of place on the fancy drinks trolley."

Buck hummed in agreement and took a step towards you.

"Sam said something earlier. Said you didn't need me for money."

"Wow, is that why you think I'm interested? Your money?"

"Honestly, it crossed my mind. Since this," Bucky said, shrugging his left shoulder, "any interest in me, as an alpha, boyfriend, potential mate, it's always comes down to the money."

"How so?"

"I got a big pay out from what happened, enhanced pension, Stark gave us all shares because we got him out, the few dates I've been on they start telling me about the gifts they'd like on the first date. Second dates roll around and they start sending me links to things they want. But none of them ever want to take a step further. I guess getting someone to see passed the arm, all the shit I carry around, I guess that costs money huh?" He tells you. He casts a look down at his feet, before looking around and shaking his head. The others were right, you didn’t need or want his money, but were you a match? Surely you could do better than an alpha like him that’s carrying a few extra pounds. Finishing the glass he steps forward and leans around you to put the glass on the trolley. Your bodies are close to touching and as he rights himself he can’t help but slip his hand to your waist. You mirror his actions, putting down your glass, but as you look back at him you look up in away that makes his legs weak. Like you want to give him the world. Like you admire him. Like you adore him. Your bodies graze each other and as he watches your eyelids flutter, you simply ask.

“Can I touch you Alpha? Please?”

He holds in the shuddered breath he wants to let out, swallows hard and nods. You lean into him, and his hand slips from your waist to around your back. You run a hand up his chest, letting it travel up his neck into his hair. Your other hand travels up his metal arm. Your eyes are fixed with his and Bucky holds his breath. You squeeze slightly, before breaking eye contact and looking down at your hand on his metal arm.

"This matters alpha but not in the way that you think." You released your grip on him, and slid it up to place it over the dip in his neck. Exactly where his bonding mark sat. A spot that you hoped would soon have your teeth marked into it. "What happened to you Bucky, it's part of who you are, just the same as every moment that happens to each of us. Same as things that have happened to me, to Steve, to our friends, they've made us who we are. It matters because what they did to you, is fucking horrendous. I might only be an omega but I'd rip their throats out if I could. You have to live with the outcome each day. Physically, mentally, emotionally, everything. It matters. It doesn't stop me wanting you."

Bucky shook his head in disbelief. You gripped the back of his head neck hard with one hand, and gripped his bond with the other, causing his eyes to snap to yours.

"It doesn't make me want you less. It makes me want you more."

Bucky let out a gruff but you didn't faulter.

"It makes me want to love you. To care for you. To hold you on your bad days, and the good. To try and make you happy." You tell him, moving your hand from the back of his neck and running it through his hair. You feel him relax. "Because you deserve it. You deserve to have your happy ending, a mate, half a dozen kids, whatever it is you want, and if that's not me than that's okay. You deserve a lot better than me. I'm told I'm a handful. But if it is me, then I'm yours Alpha. In any and everyway you want me."

You go to pull away but Bucky's grip on you is firm. His lips get nearer and hover over yours.

"Tell me again." He says, lips brushing yours as he speaks. "Tell me again, that your mine Omega, that you'll be mine, mine and Steve's, but know there's no going back if you do. If you say it, I'll never let you go."

His lips brush yours and you nod slowly, attempting to catch his lips with yours. He edges just a little away.

"Words Omega. I need to hear it."

"I'm yours Alpha, in every way."

Then his lips are on yours. Firm but slow. You reciprocate, and open your mouth slightly, hoping to feel his tongue against yours. Instead he pulls your lip with his teeth and nips at it with his canines. It's a welcome surprise when you nip him back. He pulls away and looks at you, face full of want and need. He ran his thumb over your lips and you opened them, showing him your own canines. Smaller than his as an omega but very much out and there. You'd let her out and she was willing. Every inch of Bucky's resolve snapped in that moment.

You were giving yourself to him. Possibly even submitting. You ran one your canines against his thumb, and as if to prove to him they were there for him. Then his lips were on yours again, frantic and wanting. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and you reacted in turn. One of his hands was on your ass and another on your neck as he rolled his hips against you. You lifted one of your legs and hooked it around his hip, making him buck against you and growl.

"Hold on to me." He growled against your lips. You put one hand on the base on his neck and another on his shoulder as Bucky grabbed you by the back of your thighs and lifted you. You chirped and wrapped your legs around him. You kissed him hard and he returned it. Pulling away for a moment, he muttered against your lips.

"Bedroom?" He asked.

"Double doors." You replied. Bucky made his way over to the doors with you still wrapped around him. Moving his metal arm to hold you under your ass, he used his other to slide open one of the doors. His lips continued to chase yours as he placed you on the huge bed. He feels you reach down to unzip your boots but he stops you, his hand over yours.

"Leave them on, at least whilst they’re around my neck."

"Who says they're going to be around your neck?”

"I do, now lay back and be a good girl."

You lay back on the bed, your ass near the edge as Bucky's hand spreads against your stomach as if to reinforce the instruction. He kneels and his head disappears under your dress and you feel his stubble rub against your thighs as he kisses them softly at first and then firmly as he ascends. He starts again when he reaches your mound, soft first and then firm. You gasp when he nudges his nose against your clit. He pulls at your lace underwear, now damp from your arousal. He flips up your dress and glances up at you, his eyes asking for consent.

"Please Alpha." You say, voice needy. Bucky pulls at your underwear, his impatience causing him to rip them. You feel his breath against you, as he pulls your legs onto his shoulders. "Say red if you want me to stop."

And then he descends. He licks at your clit before sucking at it. You feel his fingers against your core and his lips moved down. You feel his tongue begin to lap at you and his nose rubbed at your nub. You gasped as your back arched. Spurred on by your reaction, Bucky continued his motions. He moved and began to suck at your clit again, this time pushing a finger inside you.

"Alpha!" Spilled from your lips and Bucky growled against you, the vibration going straight into your pussy. You reached down and pushed your fingers into his hair and pulled. He growled again and removed his finger, burying his tongue into your folds. You could hear and feel how wet you were. Bucky pulls away for a moment, telling you how good you taste before his mouth is back on you. You feel him move back towards your clit and then feel the return of his finger, adding a second when you moan. The debauched groan you let out let's your alpha know he's found the right spot. He curls his fingers and you start to rock your hips.

"Good girl."

The praise goes straight to your pussy and you arch your back again and pull at his hair.

"Fuck Alpha!!" You callout. He quickens his actions as your gasps and moans get louder. One of your legs slips off his shoulders as you rock. Bucky grabs at it with his free hand and throws it back over his shoulder. "Shit, fuck Alpha. Bucky you're gonna, fuck."

You don't need to explain to Bucky. He knows you're close with how your legs tremble, how your scent has picked up and how your pussy flutters around his fingers. He curls his fingers a little more and sucks hard on your clit. When you pull his hair again he growls again against you and it's your undoing. You tighten around his fingers and your back arches so much that you feel like you might be levitating. You pulse around him and you feel distinctively wetter. Bucky pulls his fingers from you and you sure he murmurs 'fuck yes' as his tongue dives again between your folds. You wither on the bed, Bucky's name a whisper on your lips and your hand loose in his hair. He slows and you look down to see steel blue eyes looking back at you. He pulls away and lowers your legs from his shoulders.

"You taste so damn good 'mega." He tells you as he licks his lips.

Bucky raises from his knees in front of you and stands. He pulls off the black knitted sweater he's wearing to reveal his under shirt. Your omega perks up and you push yourself up. Bucky cups your face with one hand and undoes his belt with the other. You look at him, cheeks flushed but a glint in your eye, ready for your alpha. He rubs a thumb over your lips and they part, letting him in and sucking. He pants slide partway down his firm thighs and you reach forward and slip your hands into the back of his boxers and pull them down. You smile around Bucky's thumb, as they seem to struggle over the front, and you bring your hands around to lower them and release his cock. You smile again as it practically bounces free. Big, heavy, and dripping for you. You want him in your mouth immediately. You look up at him for permission to carry on and Bucky nods, slipping his thumb from your mouth, but keeping a hand on your neck. He's heard plenty from friends and the guys at the VA to know omegas rarely take their alphas in their mouths these days but god he hopes you do.

You slowly take him in your hand, before tilting your head and running your tongue up the side of his cock.

"Fuck." He gasps.

You take him fully into your mouth and he gasps again.

"Fuck 'mega."

Bucky looks down and he's sure your smiling around him. Your head moves back and forth against his cock and his body responds automatically rocking his hips. His grip on your neck gets firmer and you moan around him. The hands you've placed on his thighs grip him firmly. His free hand slipped into your dress and squeezed at one of your breasts and you moan around him again. You look up, your mouth still on him, and Bucky, knows it's his knot talking but he thinks he's falling in love with you. He rocks his hips and you relax your throat and take him more. Bucky can't remember when he's last felt this good. When your hands move to grip his ass, he feels his knot start to swell. He doesn't want to stop you, he really doesn't but he won't risk spilling down your throat so soon and knotting your mouth. He pulls out and you huff.

"Hey, I wasn't done." You say, voice rough from his cock nudging your throat. He smirks at you, amused by your keenness to have his dick in your mouth. He grips the back of your neck and pulls you to stand quickly. You snap your jaws at him in response and he kisses you hard, slipping his tongue in his mouth. It's followed by you nipping and growling at each other. Bucky's hands slide up your sides and he grips your dress and pulls it over your head.

He drops it to the floor as he takes you in. He begins to purr as he cups your breasts and runs his hands over you. He notices some of the tops of your legs are scattered with scars here and there, as is your stomach. He lets his thumb run across one on your hip. When he looks back at your face you refuse to meet his eyes. Running one hand around your back and another to the back of your head, Bucky pulls you against him, and kisses you with everything he has. You relax against him and he lifts you into his arm. He places you back on the bed and fully steps out of his pants.

A surge in confidence has him pulling off his undershirt. You had shown him all of you and he wanted to do the same. He placed one knee on the bed and placed a hand on your thigh as you silently reached for him. Realising you still had your boots on, he slowly unzipped them. Placing soft kisses on your legs as he went, he pulled the boots off of you. He lifts you further up the bed and reaches for two of your pillows. He places one under your head and another under your hips. You admire him as he does. Bare as you are but face full of concentration and care. You glance at his shoulder. The scars he bares are worse than yours, for worse reasons too but he's allowing you to see them.

"Alpha." You say softly, reaching for him. He crawls up your body, kissing you when he's eye level with you. It's softer this time but still all encompassing. You run your hands over his shoulders and into his hair. Feeling him hard against you causes you to kiss him back with fever, and you slip a hand between you to grip him. He stops you as your hand meets his cock and pins it down. You snap your jaws at him and he growls back.

"Be patient."

You huff and wrap your legs around him. He mutters that you're a handful against your lips and nips along your jaw, down you neck and to your bonding mark. He runs he tongue against it and then his canines, causing you to gasp. Your body reacts and slick forms between your legs as you open them wider. Bucky snakes his free hand down your body and between your legs and guides himself in as your body reacts to him.

"Alpha! Fuck!" You breathed out as he stretched you. Bucky nipped at your neck again, your body responding immediately to your alpha, hips moving to allow him further into you.

"You're so tight doll, so good for me."

He stilled for a moment taking you in, you gazed back at him and ran a hand through his hair. Realising he was still holding one of your arms down, he went to let go but you moved quickly and pulled his hand back. You slotted your fingers into his as if you were holding hands but with him still holding you down. Finding you wanted him to hold you like that, he rocked his hips, and you pushed back.

You really are a handful, he thought.

You rocked more and Bucky growled at you.

"Behave."

You went to kiss him but bit his lip instead. Bucky growled and rocked in and out of you, as you began to arch your back for more friction against him, he slipped his arm around your back and gripped you tightly. You pushed your hips up to his again, so he pushed harder. You groaned and he quickened his pace.

"More Alpha. Bucky please."

He thrust harder, deeper and faster. Your hips continued to meet as much as you could with how Bucky was holding you. The arm around you started to grip you harder and you felt yourself dip more into the mattress as he body pressed even more into your, using his weight to hold you down. He began to grind his hips harder into yours and you cried out as he hit your sweet spot.

"Fuck, Alpha right there. Fuck."

Bucky was relentless, and you felt your orgasm building, like a coil in your stomach about to snap. Feeling his knot being to swell, he placed his lips against your ear.

"Present Omega." He said, voice gruff. It wasn’t a command but you obeyed anyway. Bucky didn’t pull out of you until you began to push yourself up, waiting to see if you’d willingly present to him. He smirked as you did and he reached out to help you turn. You took his help but snapped your teeth at him as you did. Bucky returned it with slapping your ass. “You really can’t behave, can you?”

“I think you might need to teach me how.” You said as you presented your ass to him, wiggling it for added effect, as you positioned yourself on the pillows. Bucky squeezed your slapped cheek hard.

“No, I don’t think I will, I like you like this, full of trouble, and full of me.” He said pushing into you. The moan you let out was sinful. He pulled out again, leaving just the tip before pushing in deeply again. The moan you let out let him know he was in the right spot. He ran his metal hand up your spine, and gripped your shoulder where your mark was and started to pull in and out of you deep and slowly at first and then quickening his pace. The groans and gasps you let out encouraging him.

“Don’t worry ‘mega. I know you were close, gonna get you to come for me, gonna fill you up, fill you full of my seed. Didn’t even ask me for a condom dirty girl. You’re mine aren’t you doll? Say you’re mine ‘mega, say you’re mine and Stevie’s.”

Your reply comes muffled from the pillow and is full of need.

“Yours alpha, yours, yours and Steve’s, please, knot me, fuck please.”

Bucky pace quickens to the point of being frantic and he suspects he’ll have to carry you wherever you want to go in the morning. Before he has chance to worry if it’s too much, like he has since you were first mentioned to him, your voice calls out to him asking for more. He fucks into you harder and faster and you call out to him again.

“Close Alpha. Please, close.”

He squeezes your mark as he pounds into you.

“Cum for me Y/N, cum on your alpha’s dick.”

You cum hard, clenching around him. Feeling you tighten around him and the debauched moan you let out push Bucky over the edge and he comes with a shout.

“Fuck ‘mega.” He roars out, knot popping into place and securing you into him. His dick is still twitching when he leans over you, his chest to your back. He nips at your mark and he feels you relax underneath him. Your scent is full of contentment and Bucky exhales deeply.

“You okay?” He asks. You tilt your head a little and nod. You catch the way Bucky’s looking at you. It’s not concern, but curiousness. Is he wondering if you’re okay with what just happened? If it was too much? Or how willing you’d been?

“I’m okay Alpha. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. I definitely haven’t presented or chirped before."

Bucky kisses you as much as he can from the position you’re in and tells you he’s going to get you comfortable. He wrapped an arm around your middle and lifted you, using the other to move the pillows. You whimpered a little as his knot pulled as he moved you both to your sides.

“Shit, sorry doll.”

“It’s okay.” You replied, voice tired. One arm stayed around you, as Bucky settled you both, the other now acting as a pillow as you laid your head on his bicep. Bucky speaks to you, his voice low, telling you how beautiful you are, that he’ll take care of you, whispers of the future on his lips as you drift off to sleep.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Their Guilty Pleasures

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COD Men Headcanons

Add two special guests

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König

Junk food

Cheats on his diet about every week

He can’t help it

“König I bought some donuts!!” His s/o calls from downstairs, you should have seen the way his head jolted up when hearing donuts

“You did?” He came downstairs acting nonchalant but he knows he’s going to devour those donuts in one sitting

“Yep,” his partner have him a soft smile

Around midnight König ended up getting the biggest sweet tooth craving he’s ever had and those donuts were calling his name

He gets out of bed makes his way downstairs and opens the box of glazed donuts

“Scheiß (shit),” he mumbles when grabbing one and sitting at the counter

Next morning his partner had woken up to no König in bed. They weren’t confused cause he had a tendency to get up before them

They make their way downstairs to the kitchen and saw their husband passed out at the kitchen counter the box of donuts open, one half eaten and on the counter.

“KÖNIG!!”

He jolts up to only realize what he did

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Ghost

Harry Potter

When he was a little bot him and his brother watched it all the time to distract themselves

At a point he thought Magic was real and that maybe Hogwarts was real and he was just waiting for that letter to come to the mailbox

Literally when I tell you this man sat by the mailbox at one point waiting for it, he then started to look at his window for an owl to come

He even at a point had a Gryffindor robe that he wore whenever he could get the chance to

It was still hard for him to make friends even as someone who liked Harry Potter when it was very popular, he still felt like he couldn't relate to the kids at his school

When getting older and becoming less and less involve with the Military he started to settle back into his old ways where Harry Potter was comforting to watch

"Harry Potter?" He s/o says coming into the living room and sitting next to him. "You didn't strike me as someone who likes Harry Potter."

"You must not really know me then." He chuckles. "Tommy and I use to watch it all the time...I just haven't seen the movies in such a long time."

"Could I watch with you?"

"You don't need to ask me that, love, of course you can."

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Price

Legos

Price loves them, he gets addicted to them from his kids

He loves seeing the build he could make, your wedding anniversary, you ended up getting lego flowers, you loved them obviously

He has spent so much money on them, he couldn't give you a price on the amount he has spent

"John, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I bought the Hobbit Tower, and I'm working on it."

Man has too much time on his hands when he isn't working

"The sinks broken."

"I'm almost done with this build, I'll do it in a little bit."

"The heater stopped."

"I'll fix it later."

"Can you change my oil?"

"Maybe-hey do you see this piece anywhere?"

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Soap

Stuffed Animals

I think it might be a trauma thing, you don't question it, I mean why would you? You have stuffed animals on your bed, you can't get weirded out with a grown man like Soap having stuffed animal sitting on a shelf somewhere in your shared bedroom

Anywhere he goes he has to buy a stuffed animal like a souvenir

He's in Argentina? He's buying a stuffed Gecko

Germany? A stuffed goat

Australia? A stuffed kangaroo

He just needs one

If he has kids, most on his old stuffed animals that he grew up with will go to them as a comfort or security item.

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Alejandro

True Crime

The man like true crime documents

He'll even listen to podcasts or even youtube videos when he's doing chores around the house

He understand now why women like to watch true crime documents at night, it's thrilling

"MI AMOR! LET'S WATCH THE NEW NETFLIX DOC!!" He yells from the living room.

"OKAY! HANG ON!" his partner yells back form the kitchen, coming to the living room with a plate of their dinner.

He turned Netflix on and put it on the new doc, that everyone has been freaking out about on social media

"I KNEW IT WAS HIM! You can just tell it was, from how he was acting, and his sad excuse of an alibi." He says.

"No, yeah, my mistake for thinking he was a good guy."

"Did they say knife or gun?"

"Rope."

"HIS FINGERPRINTS MATCHED AND THEY WERE JUST-pft nah, can't be him."

He gets a little bit too into it, but who doesn't?

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Gaz

Anime

He loves it

His favorite ones are Fairy Tail, Ponyo, Akira, One Piece and Jujutsu Kaisen, Kaiju No. 8, and Attack on Titan

Does he have anime merch? Yes, yes he does-OFFICAL anima merch none of that off-brand Amazon shit

Jujutsu Kaisen is probably is all time favorite, Gojo and Yuuji are probably his favorite characters.

He's watched anime on his phone when he's on break

He's gone to cons before and cosplayed. His favorite cosplay he's done is Denji from Chainsaw Man

Him and his s/o have gone to cons together and dressed up as Yor and Loid, and did as much couple anime cosplays as they could

If it was up to Gaz he'd probably dress in more anime stuff, but he's on the clock right now, no, sort of anime gear on him at the moment

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Alex

Garlic Bread

It's...every...restaurant...

"Do you have garlic bread?"

"Can we get a basket of garlic bread?"

"I'm on my cheat day, and could I get some garlic bread?"

"Garlic bread." He says with a big smile on his face.

His s/o has joked with about him becoming a garlic bread, and if so, they'll eat him right up

"You don't think you have a problem?" They asked.

"What? Garlic bread? It's just a light snack."

"You're gonna become one soon."

"Then that's great, I'll die as a happy piece of garlic bread." He smiled. "Are you mad that I eat more then I eat you?"

"Oh you ass-"

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Barrage

Video Games

NERD! I'm kidding

He loves to relax and play video games

Got back into it when his Military friends asked him to join them on a game, but he couldn't, so he bought a PC, and Xbox and PlayStation and now he's fucking addicted to them

Of course if you do ask him for him around the house, he'll pause whatever he's doing and come and help you.

"Cal! I need you to get something off the shelf for me!"

"Okay! Hang on guys, my partner needs me real quick."

He had made his office into a 12 year old boys dream, LED lights everywhere, a big 50 in flat screen TV hanging on the wall with both Xbox and PlayStation hooked up to it, and in the corner was his L desk with his almost $3,000 PC with a shit tone of games downloaded to it

His favorite games posters hung up on the wall, almost art gallery with a white light shining on them to show it off even more

Is he loud when he dies...yes.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I'VE DIED LIKE 6 FUCKING TIMES IN A ROW, HOW THE FUCK DO I GET AROUND THIS BIG BITCH!!?"

He's talked about Streaming and making more money on the side, which his partner was fine with it as long as he doesn't get weird with his chat.

An ongoing joke in chat his partner doesn't know is if he is playing a game and there's a sexy person popping up on screen his chat just say 'pretend', 'pretend it's Y/n' because he was playing Resident Evil 8 and he was gushing over the 8 foot tall vampire lady with the big boobs and he just kept saying pretend.

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Keegan

Books

Got into reading in his free time because of his s/o

He likes it, he use to hate books because he didn't get it, but now he loves them, he understand using your imagination for when it comes to reading

He's more into Sc-fi and Mystery, while his s/o likes romance and fantasy

One book he got into was a suggestion from a girl on BookTok, yeah, he's on BookTok, has no idea how he got there but loves the book suggestions

He likes series books

Takes a book with him if he's gone at work, will have it on his lap while being in the carrier plane, in a hummer, hunkered down for the night, he'll turn on his soft book light, so he doesn't disturb his co-workers and reads under his sheets

He's hardly on his phone anymore, he has counted before how long he was on his phone before going to go grab a book and read that instead...2 hours...and then on it probably once or thrice every week

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Nikto

Technology

He likes fixing technology that no one else may know how to fix

He sat on the bus going home one day when an elderly man was having trouble reading some texts on his phone, so, Nikto helped him by adjusting the text, which was a simple fix but it almost seemed like a new thing now

Your screen is broke? Nikto will fix it, no charge

Camera acting funny? He's got you covered

Charging port seems to be not holding the charger? Something was blocking it but Nikto fixed it

He then made it a small business of just himself, not charging anyone for their technology issue(s) everyone has one

Nikto has even gone back to work, everyone now know about Nikto being able to fix technology, if their phones get clogged with sand Nikto's got them covered, it fell in the water, rice (apparently some did not know that)

[smoking-pipeweed]

LOTR | How they are when they're drunk

[ Lord of the Rings Masterlist ]

Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry, Aragorn, Boromir, Arwen, Legolas *reader is their S/O, gender-neutral Content warning * under the cut: suggestive themes (especially in Merry's) but no smut

Frodo

Oh this sweet boy gets real cocky and confident (canon in the books)

The alcohol breaks his shy boy exterior, and he becomes a hurricane of belly laughs and unbridled affection

Comes running over to you during a party at Hobbiton, throwing himself into your arms and slamming his lips onto yours

You almost fall over from shock, tasting beer on his tongue

"Come now, dance with me love?!" he excitedly exclaimed while starting to drag you

You glance at the other hobbits at the table to help save you from your drunk boyfriend's antics, but Sam was holding back a laugh from Frodo's abrupt behaviour, urging you on to go with him

You giggled while he danced awkwardly while trying to keep balance on his feet, holding onto you for slight support

"Alright, Mr. master of Bag End, I think it's time we get you home before all of Hobbiton make more gossip from you," you say to him later while he lays his head on your shoulder, rubbing his head against your cheek

He hums and sits up while giving you a lazy smile, eyes still glossy

He lets you drag him home, feed him some water despite his drunken refusal, and help him lie down in bed

All done while you try to pry his hands off of you while he laughs and begs for some kisses from you

Samwise

He becomes super protective of you

Like more so than usual

Doesn't leave your side, gets stressed when you wander too far and doesn't like it when other people stare at you a little too long.

You start to wonder if his drinking is bad for his stress levels, considering how attached to your side he seems to get

"Babe, I'm okay! I'm just grabbing some food for us from the share table." "Okay... don't be gone too long, please."

It gets worse in taverns, especially where there are a lot of larger men and elves and not so many hobbits.

He will keep a good hold of your hand when walking through the busy room, keeping you close to him.

"Honey, I think you've had enough to drink. You tried following me to the bathroom!"

Very much prefers to have some drinks at home with you, so he doesn't get all stressed.

He becomes a broken dam of stories, facts and always ends the night by pulling out his many maps and books of Middle-earth to show and teach you.

You drag him to bed when his eyes start drooping and his words slur even further than before

He happily obliges and tucks his face into your chest in bed, passing out immediately

Pippin

An absolute menace

You hearing something crash and burn in the distance? It's drunk pippin

Kind of feels like babysitting when he's had a little too much

"Babe, I can't let Merry win! I gotta beat his 12-second score!"

"Peregrine, please get off the barrel before you break a foot."

He and Merry are ruthless on the drinks. Just blink, and suddenly they've drunk a whole barrel between them

Also gets real cheeky with you with no shame

Like pinching your ass when walking past, earning a light smack on the head from you

Or when you're sitting at bar stools and he's seeing how high on your thigh he can creep his hand before you give him a look

Take him home, and he turns into a baby

Head on your lap and demanding you run your fingers through his curls

You swear you hear him purring when you do it

"Pippin, honey, I just want to read my book." "How can you be reading when you have ME in front of you?"

Eventually quietens and passes out in your lap with his arms wrapped tightly around your middle

Merry

Try and escape his advances, it's literally impossible

Becomes so unbelievably horny for you

Like an actual animal

By the time he's had like five drinks, he's DRAGGING you home

"Merry, you can't leave early just because you want sex." "WHAT? How dare you assume I'm leaving just for that! I'm actually very tired, excuse you."

Yeah... that story changes when you get home

As soon as the round door shuts, he has you pushed against it, lips against yours and quick hands going under your shirt

You indulge for a little, you'd be lying if you didn't enjoy this side of him, even a little bit

"Honey, you're very sweet, but you're very drunk and need some rest." "Ughhh but you're so prettyyyy~"

Still tries his luck while you're getting ready for bed, like grabbing you and pulling you against him while you're halfway through getting changed

Or his kisses on your neck turning into flirty bites until you push him off

Gets into bed all whiny but falls asleep quickly

You make it up to him in the morning~

Aragorn

He doesn't get drunk often

But you can tell when he is because he suddenly will act so vulnerable around you

A big telling sign is if you're talking to someone, he'll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and rest his forehead on your shoulder

Once the person is gone, you turn to him

"Starting to feel it a bit huh love?"

He nods with a slight groan

He follows you to get some water for himself

Likes it better when it's just you and him, cause then he lets himself loose and gets looked after by you

Likes to smoke his pipe after drinking

If you're staying in an inn, his drunken self INSISTS that he stay up and keep watch

You have to reassure him that he's safe and there's no need

He takes some convincing, maybe even dragging him out of the chair, but he does eventually agree and lets you pull him into the sheets

You help him get his ranger garments off while he enjoys it a little too much, he tries to unbutton your shirt and pants, and you lightly slap his hands away each time

Falls asleep with you tucked against his chest and his chin on your head

Boromir

He gets quite emotional

At first, with all his friends, he is very loud and social, the more he drinks

Super confident, the life of the party and the commander of Gondor's Army

But behind closed doors with you is where his flaws appear

He tries to remain his strong, stoic, proud sel,f but gets a little teary when you rub up and down his rough and scarred back while you're both in the bath together after the big night out

You kiss his tears away, already knowing the drill from other times he's drunk a lot

"You make everything so much quieter and simple." he mumbles against your neck, where you've pushed him

"It's okay baby, you can cry."

He sometimes brings up his father's treatment of Faramir, or his stresses around commanding the Gondor's Army, or the weight of being the steward of Gondor on his shoulders

All you can do is hold him as he rants and cries, giving sweet, loving kisses all over his beautiful face and tracing scars that litter his skin

holy fuck i love this man

Arwen

(AN: I know it's basically impossible for elves to get drunk but lets pretend for this imagines' sake)

Arwen loses her natural shyness and elegance and becomes much more outspoken, confident and sure in herself

She is not afraid to say what she is thinking in the moment, becoming super blunt

This always puts you on edge because you think she's going to say something out of pocket to the wrong person

"Arwen meleth-nin, I think it's time to head back to our room. I think you upset the last man a bit with your harsh rejection."

"Perhaps he ought to have reconsidered his boldness, especially with you so close."

She becomes all soft and cuddly with you when you're by yourself

She sways with you for a little in the moonlight, wanting to make use of the time you have together

Although she can get touchy after a minute, wanting a reaction out of you

You pick her up and lay her down in bed, earning a laugh from her

She slowly slips into a slumber while you brush your fingers through her flawless hair, humming a sweet tune of an old elven song she taught you

Legolas

(AN: this is more book legolas than movie legolas)

It's like his entire spirit comes alive

You'll find him swinging on branches upside down, singing loud elven songs into the night and diving into streams

Can hardly keep up with his drunken shenanigans

Also finds everything hilarious, like say anything to him and he doesn't stop laughing for five minutes

When with other people, he tries to get you two alone

Whether bringing you back to a quieter room in the back of the tavern or taking you outside

He likes to have his alone chats with you when he's a little tipsy

Always checking if you're okay

Once he's checked on you like four separate times in one hour, you realise he's had a little too much

You take him home despite his protests

By the time you've made it home (with many side adventures of him hearing a bird and wanting to look at it or swearing that the trees are trying to fight him), he is exhausted

He crashes into bed next to you, tangling his legs with yours and wrapping himself around you