#and he has his preferable he feels best in

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀(𝐑)𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑

summary: ever since dating sebek, it seems you have not just landed yourself a boyfriend but also a personal knight

pairings: sebek x gn! reader

warnings: just fluff

a/n: a small blurb to air my feelings for the croc while i wait for my wrists to get better, so i can tackle bigger projects; i wanted to make this a hc-style post but i think i unlearned how to do that

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Sebek is your knight in shining armour and, well, he definitely gives the job his utmost dedication. In terms of priorities, you’re right up there with Malleus, Lilia and Silver. Not that he’d ever -willingly- tell you that out loud, but it’s pretty obvious to everyone with eyes.

In terms of gentlemanliness, he brings out the big guns. True to textbook and the teachings of Lilia and Baur, Sebek will carry your bag(s) or textbooks without accepting much protest. He’s a personal guard for the great Malleus-sama, a weight as little as this is trivial to him! It’s best to just accept his service with a smile and a thanks.

The same goes for him holding doors open for you or protecting your head with his hand when you bend down to pick something up. While Sebek usually takes some time to read the room or grasp the context of a conversation at hand, he is very attentive when it comes to you. Not only does he take note of your preferences, he also makes sure you don’t forget or neglect to eat and drink enough. Given his training as a knight, he’s well acquainted with a healthy diet and keeps an eye on if you meet the recommended nutrient intake too. And Seven help the person who has the gall to actually disrespect you, Sebek will raise hell, his weapon and his volume if that’s what it takes to defend you.

By spending enough time with you, he also memorises your routines, almost without actually intending to. Sebek also listens to you intently, taking some matters more seriously than you even, and checks in on you throughout the day, especially when you told him about certain appointments. When it comes to any changes in your mental health, he might not pick up on it as fast as on any physical injuries, but you bet he is just as protective about it. His attempts to cheer you up might be a little clumsy, but they’re so genuine it already makes you feel better just through his effort alone. If he could physically fight your doubts and insecurities, you can bet that he would without hesitation.

At the end of the day, Sebek would try to help you with nearly everything to the best of his abilities, even if what you’re asking of him is outside of his strengths. You want to wear your hair a certain way? He has never tried to do anyone’s hair before but he will try to recreate the tutorial you have shown him, even if his fingers shake. Sure, he has never repotted a plant or taken care of one for longer periods of time, but just tell him what to do and he will follow your instructions. With his earnestness and determination to learn and his drive to help you, his attempts turn out at least decent in the majority of cases. Just don’t tease him when he doesn’t get it quite right the first time around.

For Sebek, his behaviour goes without saying. He’s your partner, of course he wants to support you in any way he can and to consider your welfare and feelings in what he does. Anything else would be ludicrous and inexcusable for someone of his standing. If you, however, show him any kind of affection in return for his attentiveness, he becomes utterly bashful. Tell him how much you appreciate his help or give him a grateful kiss on the cheek and watch him turn beet red as he stutters through his next sentence. In the literal heat of the moment, Sebek might blurt out something nonsensical but please know that your endorsement means everything to him and warms his heart. It may also boost his ego juuuuuust a smidge~

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[borathae]

Red Shirt | JJK x f.Reader

↳ Full Art

“Jungkook tries to sneak away after last night, unaware that you have been watching him all this time.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Morning After!AU, Magic!AU, Smut

Warnings: nudity, messy bodies after messy sex, Kook is a fucking flirt & tease, she takes pictures of him, allusions to: rough & passionate sex, pegging, breeding with fake cum, vaginal sex, creampies, marking & bruises, naked cuddling

Wordcount: 1k

a/n: patreon stresses me out so much omfg 😭 BUT here is another lil short story to one of my art ohohoh ❤ if you want to support me on patreon, i will love you forever (my dream is to one day only live off my art & writing jdsfjj)

“Come back to bed“, you say, sitting up to trail your boyfriend with your eyes as the latter hurries through the room.

“You know I want to, but I can’t”, Jungkook tells you and scans his eyes over the floor in search for his briefs.

He woke up earlier than you. The sun had barely passed the distant mountains and you hugged him to your chest when he did.

It is a regular thing that Jungkook wakes up in your arms as your little spoon. Jungkook doesn’t need to hold something as he sleeps, while you do. He doesn’t mind when you roll over in your sleep and pull him against your chest. He liked it this morning especially.

You were rough last night. Jungkook wanted you to. The wet, creamy reminder of it still oozed out of Jungkook as he sat up after waking up. It seeped deep into your rose-coloured satin sheets, joining all the other stains you and he painted last night. The once purple and pink marks on Jungkook’s body healed over night, but Jungkook still remembers all the spots they covered. It tingles when he brushes his fingers over them.

Jungkook liked waking up as your little spoon this morning. He liked feeling your bared, silken skin against his equally as bared skin. He liked the tickling swirls of breath dancing over the nape of his neck and he liked the sensation of your soft cunt against his ass. You and he didn’t clean up last night because you are both into feeling the sex on your skins the morning after, so Jungkook woke up to your messy cunt pressed against his sticky ass.

Jungkook liked it and he would have stayed in your arms if he didn’t have responsibilities today.

“Why can’t you stay? It’s too early to leave”, you bargain, missing his touch. The worst part about mornings with him, is when he has to leave and you have to make do with the solitude which once he filled. Just as you filled him last night. And then he did you. Fuck, last night was so messy and passionate.

Jungkook bends down to pick up his briefs, “I promised Yoongi to help with the Rippers. I can’t let him down”, he argues and straightens up. His torn apart briefs hang on his pointer finger in messy shreds.

You eye them and press your legs together. It smears the mess all over your thighs.

“Really?” Jungkook says with a chuckle on his lips, “couldn’t you have gone easy on them?”

“No.”

“You’re unbelievable”, Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head. “Ever since you learned how to use your magic to get stronger, you’re a maniac”, he says with fondness in his voice. He discards the torn briefs on the floor and snatches his jeans. He steps into them and pulls them up, stuffing his cock into them.

“So this is your best solution? No underwear?” you ask, lifting your right brow in question.

“I’m already late and running back to my wing takes too much time”, Jungkook says and turns to hurry to where you discarded his red button up. It was right after you pushed him into your bedroom and told him that you will have him arching his back later, which turned out to be true.

You drop into the sheets with a loud sigh, rubbing your hand over your own forehead.

“You aren’t making it easier for me when you leave like this.”

“I know. It’s not my preferred way either, but I’m late.”

“You know that I wasn’t speaking of uncomfortable pants”, you say as you laugh breathily.

Jungkook chuckles, “I’m aware.”

You sit up again. The sun is shining into your bedroom, illuminating your boyfriend’s fit stature temptingly well. Bright spots of lights cover his chest and parts of his sculpted abs, dark shadows blend into the colours and hide his tattoos in slight mystery. His jeans are still open enough to reveal his shaft and parts of his balls to your eyes. His dark hair hangs messily, matching in colour with his thick bush. You reach for your film camera and snap a picture as Jungkook is putting on his shirt.

The latter lifts his head at the sound of the shutter, watching you lower the camera again.

“For me”, you say, giving Jungkook a playful grin.

Jungkook lets out a fond scoff and closes his shirt, “you’re too obsessed with me.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are”, Jungkook says and stuffs the shirt into his tight jeans.

“Even if I was, is that a problem?”

“Yeah, a little”, Jungkook says, closing the buttons of his jeans.

“Why?” you laugh as you ask the question.

“Because…” Jungkook closes the distance between you and him. He takes your face between his fingers and tilts your head up.

You moan softly, looking up at Jungkook with slight submission in your adoring eyes.

Jungkook traces your lips, “…it makes me wanna act up”, he rasps and kisses you.

You mewl, pulling him closer by a bundle of his red shirt. You arch your back, parting your lips so Jungkook could claim what will always be his’.

Jungkook, however, doesn’t deepen the kiss, breaking it with a gentle bite to your lower lip. It tingles.

“Kook…please…” you sigh, chasing him with an arch of your back and your thighs rubbing together.

“It’ll get late today. Try not to think of me too much”, Jungkook whispers and brushes his thumb over your parted lips. Seconds later he is gone, leaving you with nothing but stained sheets, ripped briefs and the memory of how it was to be buried in his willing ass.

[fizzyapplecandy]

The one where you fall in love with a pirate

Hyung line X fem reader

Genres and warnings: short imagines, fluff, mature language, humor, so many kisses

Word count: 4k

I've been on a roll with our hyung line, and I can't stop thinking about a pirate au. Maknae line will be out shortly.

Lots of love, and happy reading X

Hongjoong

Your relationship with the Captain has always been a bit strained. He wasn't too fond of a female crewmate, but his fellow pirates adored you. He, for the life of him, couldn't understand why. Women weren't meant to be out on the sea, and you'd proved his point many times. You were constantly sea sick, the rocking causing your nausea. You hated getting wet, which happened a lot on a pirate ship. You also hated how out of touch you were with the world all the time.

Sure, you cooked for them. You even payed attention to all of their preferences, always making a variety of dishes. You kept the deck pristine, and the boys now had clean clothes, sewn together where needed, always neatly stacked in their cupboards.

Wooyoung pleaded with him to take you in, stating how cruel the townspeople were towards you. Your father was a gambler, and people were after you to pay his debts.

To this day, Hongjoong doesn't know what came over him to say yes. Maybe it was the terror written so clearly on your face, or the bruises visible on your arms. Or the fact that you were... Pretty. Soft spoken, well mannered, and a much needed addition to their ship.

He would never admit it out loud.

One night, he couldn't sleep, so he went out on the deck to get some fresh air. He was surprised to see you there, sitting on a barrel in your nightgown. The flimsy material wasn't enough to keep you warm, he thought. Nights in the open sea could get extremely cold.

Without much thought, he took off his coat and placed it over your shoulders.

You weren't aware of his presence until he did so, and it startled you for a second.

"Oh, Captain! You don't need to do that, you'll freeze!" You were about to take it off and give it back, but Hongjoong stopped you, placing his warm hands over your cold ones.

"No need. I can handle it. You on the other hand..."

He took in your red cheeks and pale lips, your whole body shivering, teeth almost clicking together.

You chuckled and wrapped the coat tighter around yourself.

"You're right. Silly me, I was in such a rush..." You stopped suddenly, turning your head away.

Hongjoong leaned on one of the pillars, gaze fixed on you.

"In a rush? Care to explain?"

You swallowed, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. Hongjoong was intimidating, and you experienced first hand why the called him the 'Sea Monster' in your town. However, the amount of care he put into his crew, the sheer worry on his face whenever one of them wasn't okay... It told you much more about the stoic Captain than he liked to show.

"Well... I kind of... Have nightmares. They aren't that bad anymore. I think being on this ship with all of you helps." You glanced at him, noticing how he hasn't moved an inch, paying attention to your words.

"Sometimes I need to feel present. I need to know that it was just a dream. So the cold kind of... It lets me know I'm here, and I'm safe."

You stood up and turned towards him fully.

"Does that sound weird?"

There was a pause between you. No words were said, but your eyes never left eachother.

"No, it doesn't sound weird. But getting hypothermia isn't the best solution, you know?"

Did he just joke around with you? That's a first. Before you could help it, a giggle left your mouth. You quickly covered it with your hand, eyes widening.

"Am I amusing you, Miss Y/N?"

Hongjoong's tone was relaxed, and you felt like he was almost mocking you, but not in a bad way.

"Ah, no, no! Sorry! It's just... I haven't talked to you like this... Ever. So, you know..." You trailed off, not knowing what to say.

The Captain made his way over to you, now inches apart. He took in every little detail of your face, as if he finally gave himself permission to indulge in his curiosity towards you.

"We talk. You just don't listen to me. Maybe you find me boring compared to the others?"

You flailed your arms around, shaking your head.

"Of course not! You're not boring! I mean, your the Captain! You always tell these amazing stories, and you're so kind towards everyone, even though you don't like to admit it. You... You saved my life that day, and I'm forever in your debt."

Hongjoong didn't know what came over him. One moment he was watching how your chest rose and fell after your energetic exclamation, and in the other, his hands were on your cheeks, lips firmly planted against yours.

You made a noise of surprise, not expecting the kiss, but you certainly didn't mind. In your head, it kind of happened differently, but now that you were wrapped in each others embrace, you wouldn't want it any other way.

There was no saying who pulled away first, but you were both breathing heavily, and your giggles filled the air again.

"Oh my Captain... That was..."

"Yeah... I... Y/N..."

You shushed him, grabbing his cheeks between your palms, placing another sweet kiss on his lips.

That night, in the warmth of his embrace, you were rooted in the moment, and it was the best one in your life so far.

Hongjoong just had to make sure the next one would be even better.

Seonghwa

Of course he had the task of keeping the princess occupied. He figured they'd make Yeosang do it, but he would have probably freaked you out with his staring.

Seonghwa watched as you shifted in your seat, back straight, hands crossed in your lap. You were the epitome of royalty, and you stood out like a sore thumb in the dingy old room on their ship.

For someone who's just been kidnapped and held at ransome, you seemed pretty calm.

"How much money did you ask for?"

Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowed.

"Excuse me?"

You turned towards him, your stance as perfect as ever.

"Money? You did ask for it in favour of giving me back? Otherwise this would be a ridiculous way of courting me."

The pirate stood flabbergasted. A smile was about to make it's way on your face, but you managed to control your emotions.

"Well..." He started, voice a bit unsure. "Our Captain does the deals, but I assume you're worth a pretty penny."

You nodded, and he thought you'd go back to being poised, but you managed to surprise him again.

You shot up from your seat, startling the poor man. The crown you wore was ripped from your head, and you placed it in front of Seonghwa.

"Here, this is worth more than a pretty penny. Go give it to your captain, and ask him if he needs a maid or a cook on this ship."

"What?"

Seonghwa watched the woman, noticing how her expression hasn't changed. She was dead serious about this.

"You heard me. I'm sick and tired of living like Rapunzel! You probably don't know who that is, but nevermind. I want to sail around the world, go on adventures, you know? I don't want to marry a prince, and I cannot stand being in dresses like this anymore!"

Seonghwa didn't know whether to be scared or turned on by you. You were a strong willed woman, and you weren't backing down. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel intrigued. Maybe keeping you with them wouldn't be such a bad idea?

He stood up from his seat and grabbed the crown from the table. Without another glance towards you, he went to the door.

"I'll see what I can do."

.

.

"Oh come on! You literally don't let me do anything fun around here!"

"Yeah, well, that's because you get into trouble more than I anticipated. Now let go!"

You and Seognhwa were playing tug of war with your favorite bag. The boys went out into town to gather supplies for your next trip, and you wanted to go with them. Seonghwa was stuck babysitting you again, and he wouldn't let you leave.

"Please! Do you hate me? Do you not want to see me happy! Come on Hwa!"

It's been about three months since you ran away with them, leaving your castle and princess status behind. Seonghwa asked you from time to time if you regret your decision, but the answer was always a strong 'No'.

"Princess, I've about had it with you! Can you please just let go and sit still for once!"

Now, that wasn't the tone of voice he usually used with you. He was accustomed to your antics, and he let you do whatever you wanted, but he never once sounded as serious about saying no as now.

You slowly loosened your grip on the strap, and you could tell something was wrong with him.

"Hwa? Hey, I won't go. See? Here's the bag, take it. I'll stay on the ship."

He only nodded before turning around and marching to the other end of the deck. You quickly followed after him, trying to look at his face, but he wouldn't turn your way.

"Seonghwa? I know I'm a bit tough to deal with, but something's up with you. Wanna tell me before we start a guessing game?"

His hands gripped the railing tightly, and he tried to calm down enough to look at you. Seonghwa knew his fear was a bit irrational, but it wouldn't go away. He also knew he had to tell you before you started freaking out.

So, he took a deep breath and turned to look into your eyes.

"Listen. I know you love it here. I know you love the boys, the ship, the food Wooyoung makes, the strange animals San sometimes brings aboard... But what if..." His gaze fell to the floor.

"What if, one day, you venture out into the city and realise you miss it? What if you want to go back?"

Seonghwa paused, noticing how quiet you were. As if sensing his unease, you came closer and took his hands in yours.

"Go on." You whispered.

"I can't let you go, Y/N. I... You've made me so happy. Even though you give me constant headaches, I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Oh Seonghwa..."

Before he could tell you to let him down easily, he was surprised with your lips pressed onto his. He quickly gathered himself, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, getting lost into the passionate kiss between you.

You pulled away first, and he was about to chase after you, not wanting it to be over, but you placed a finger on his lips.

"I just want to say... I will never leave you. Yes, I love exploring the city, but I've found my home now."

You leaned your forehead onto his.

"You are my home, Seognhwa."

After that, he let you wander off as much as you wanted, because he knew you'd always come back to him.

Yunho

"Hey! Get back here you son of a bitch!"

Yunho never ran so fast in his life before. His legs were about to give out, but thank goodness the dock was close.

You see, he may or may not have gotten into a slight altercation with a merchant.

The man wanted Yunho to pay for the compass, whereas Yunho... Well... Didn't.

Now, he was in a chasing match with said merchant, as well as three of his friends. They were surprisingly slow, and he thought he was in the clear until he bumped into something.

Or more precisely, someone.

The basket you held flew up in the air, and it was raining apples all around.

"I think he went that way boss!" The men were coming closer, and Yunho cursed from his position on the floor. You on the other hand dusted off your skirt before kicking the man in the leg.

"Hey, I'd say you have about five seconds before they catch you, so why don't you hide in my shop?"

His eyes widened, and he quickly got up and followed after you. You ushered him behind the counter and motioned for him to stay quiet.

There was noise outside, and the door of your shop opened.

"Hello there Miss Y/N. You didn't happen to see a mongrel with long legs running around?"

Yunho glanced at you from his crouched position, and you seemed casual enough.

"No, I can't say that I have. Sorry gentlemen."

They grumbled, but soon enough, the shop was enveloped in silence. You glanced outside, seeing them going back where they came from.

"All clear now big boy. You can come out."

Yunho poked his head up, and you chuckled. The tall man gave you a youthful vibe, and the smile on his face made you stop in your tracks.

"That was a close one. Thank you, little lady. I'm sorry about your apples."

You waved him off while he curiously looked around your bookshop.

"Wow, quite a collection. Are you the owner?"

"My father is. I just help around when I can. Now..." You stepped closer to him, examining his handsome features.

"What did you do? That was one hell of a chase."

Yunho laughed, but he stopped abruptly to check his pockets. He let out a sigh of relief as he took the small compass out. He extended his hand and held it over to you.

"Oh, wow. Did you steal it?" You watched as he nodded, expression almost sheepish.

"I didn't bring any money with me, and I know my Captain wouldn't let me go back for it because we're in a hurry, so..."

He trailed off, but you got his point.

"Ahh... I see. Well, in that case you might want to hurry to your ship before Mister Jung finds you."

His eyes widened and he rushed past you towards the door. You were almost sad to see him go.

"Thank you, again. I wish you all the best!"

He was out before you could reply, but you followed after him to watch as he ran down the street, an apple from your basket in his hand as well.

"What a silly boy..."

.

.

It's been about a month since your encounter with the gentle giant, as you called him. You couldn't stop thinking about his handsome face, and it made you sad every time. You figured he was a pirate by the way he dressed, and he only confirmed it when he mentioned his ship.

Your father always knew you were a free spirit, and he was sad you chose to stay in the city and spend your days in the bookstore. He knew you felt uneasy about leaving him, but he couldn't convince you to change your mind. That is, until he found a young man curiously peeking through the shop window.

The tall man came inside, and he could sense his nervousness in the air.

"Hello there... Is... Is the little lady somewhere around here?"

Your father smiled. "Oh, my daughter. She went out to get us some fruit. You're welcome to wait inside."

Yunho nodded, and went over to one of the shelves to browse. It didn't take long for you to return, and you almost dropped the basket of pears you were holding.

"Oh..."

Yunho turned towards you, a big smile spreading across his face.

"Hey there! Long time no see!"

You glanced at your father, and he nodded slightly before smirking. After that, he stood up and went to the back to give you some privacy.

"Yeah, long time... What are you doing here?"

You placed the pears on the counter, offering one to... Well you didn't know his name.

"Well, I... I had to go and settle my debt with Mister Jung. I also..."

He took the fruit from your hand, fingers brushing yours. You looked into each other's eyes, unconsciously coming closer.

"I had to see you again. I know it might sound crazy, but I can't stop thinking about you, little lady."

Yunho leaned in slightly, his voice almost a whisper.

"What's your name? I need to know the name of the girl of my dreams. Mine's Yunho."

"I'm Y/N." You managed to mumble, eyes still fixated on his.

"Say, you two, why don't you go back to our house and start packing Y/N's bags?"

You let out a startled noise, and turned around to look at your father. He was standing behind the counter, a wide smile gracing his features.

"Dad? What..."

"Yunho, I assume you're here to ask my daughter to come with you, is that right? I know how you pirates get."

Yunho stood frozen, surprised at how easily her dad got him figured out. He was right, he did come to ask Y/N to travel with him. His life was on the sea, has been for a long time, but she... She was something he felt was missing.

"I can really go?" You went towards your father, not believing what was happening.

He gently placed his arms around you in a hug, whispering into your ear.

"You were never meant to love a mundane life, my sweetie. Go now, before I become too sentimental."

It wasn't long after that your bags were packed and you were waving at your father from Yunho's ship. As the town you grew up in got smaller, your eyes filled with tears.

A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, and a kiss was placed on top of your head.

"Everything okay little lady?"

You turned around in Yunho's embrace, placing your hands on his chest. Without much thought, you got on your tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He stood frozen for a moment before his arms tightened around you, deepening the kiss.

When you finally broke apart, you placed your head above his heart, listening to the steady beats.

"Everything is perfect."

Yeosang

Yeosang loved being a pirate. He loved the freedom he had, the laughs he shared with his shipmates, who he now viewed as brothers. He loved everything about his life. Apart from the times they had to wreak havoc in a random town.

They tried to bring justice where they could. Once they found out about groups doing harm on the townspeople, they intervened in no time.

Tonight wasn't any different from their usual agenda, if he excluded you.

They were seated in one of the more problematic bars in town. Hongjoong told them the job was simple - Get in, take out the bad guys, get out. There was one man, Han Sehun, and he was known for intimidating the lower class people into giving him their well earned salaries, as well as harassing women.

That's where you came into the picture. You were working the night shift at the bar tonight, and you hated it every time. Sehun was adamant on making your life hell, but you couldn't complain because you needed the job. Your parents were long gone, and there wasn't anyone in town you were close with.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice the handsome men making an entrance. You could tell there was something different about them.

One in particular caught your eyes the most. He had a blonde mullet, and he seemed like the calmest of them all. As if he could sense your eyes on him, he turned his head, but you managed to look away in time.

"Yeosang, stop staring at the pretty lady. You'll scare her." Wooyoung chuckled after pinching Yeosang's cheek.

He swatted his hand away.

"I'm not staring."

Wooyoung smirked. "Sure you aren't."

Without another word, Wooyoung stood up and went over to you. He smiled at you, showing you eight fingers and motioning to their table. You nodded, giving him a thumbs up.

Yeosang was nervous all of the sudden. He knew they were on a mission, so what was Wooyoung doing.

"Relax, Sangie. The pretty lady will bring us some drinks in a second."

Hongjoong pinched his nose.

"Now is not the time for drinking, or staring at girls. Get it together."

Wooyoung held his hands up, and Yeosang remained still. That is, until you came to their table holding a tray with eight beers.

"Here you go boys. Enjoy!"

His mind must be playing tricks on him, because it seemed like your eyes only met his before you went back to the counter.

Before he could dwell on it, Sehun started causing a scene at the bar.

"Oh come on Y/N, when will you give it up? You know I can show you a good time."

"For the last time, please leave me alone."

"Still trying to act tough? Just wait until I fuck the attitude right out of you!"

Yeosang had the sudden urge to march over an fuck up his face, but Hongjoong's glare kept him at bay. They had to wait for the perfect timing, otherwise they would cause a ruckus.

The night went on like this with Sehun's comments getting even worse. Yeosang felt immense relief when he saw Hongjoong nodd, and the plan went into action.

Soon enough, the bar was turned over upside-down. Sehun was in handcuffs, and you were hiding under your counter. The officers would be here any moment, and the boys had to run.

Yeosang glanced at his crewmates as they went down an alley, his chest tightening.

"I have to do something quickly. Meet you at the ship."

"Yeosang!" Their voices were now faded into the background as he re-entered the place they wrecked.

"Hello? Miss?"

You slowly lifted your head from your hiding place, glancing at the handsome man from earlier. You should have known they were pirates, his outfit basically screamed it in your face.

"H-Hi?"

He turned his head towards your voice, a small smile gracing his features.

"There you are. Come out, I won't hurt you."

For some reason, you believed him. After all, they managed to take away your town's biggest problem.

You carefully got up, and he could tell your dress was ripped in some places. Probably got caught in one of the broken tables.

"What do you want?" You asked, voice trembling.

He approached you, paying attention to your body language. You were still apprehensive, but slowly loosening up.

"I'll cut right to the chase. Want to come on a little trip with me?"

.

.

It's been about a month since you took Yeosang up on his offer. You weren't sure what came over you to say yes so quickly, but you felt like he was trustworthy.

Honestly, you didn't have much left in the town, and you felt like you weren't leaving anyone behind. You only gained another family, a bit rowdy, but definitely lovely and supportive.

You also gained something else along the way, and you hoped Yeosang was feeling the same.

"Hey there treasure. What's got your head in the clouds?"

His voice brought you out of your daydream, and you could feel him beside you, gripping the railing. The sea was calmer than usual, giving you a sense of peace.

"Oh, nothing much. Just thinking about you."

Yeosang let out a startled noise.

"M-Me?"

You turned to look at him, noticing the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah, you. I don't think I ever thanked you properly for taking me away from my miserable life."

Yeosang stayed silent, observing your expression. You looked... Happy.

"So, forgive me if I'm reading this wrong, but I just can't hold it in."

Before he could get a word in, you placed a kiss on his cheek, lightly catching his lips. It took him off guard, but he wanted to make sure you knew the feelings were mutual.

So, as you went to pull away, he grabbed your waist and placed a proper kiss on your lips.

You just looked at each other, smiles stretched out from ear to ear.

"I can't hold it in either."

.

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[luxiiebee]

For Nhae'ruk de Riva! Answers below! <3

What type of plant would Harding gift your Rook? Probably a succulent - Nhae'ruk is the type of person to forget about needing to water plants, so Harding would opt for one of the 'easier' types to gift her. Unfortunately, Nhae'ruk would almost certainly overwater it in her attempt to keep it alive...

Do they like Harding's cooking? Nhae'ruk will eat almost anything. But... She has also been known to visit home after eating, which Harding thankfully never questioned.

What animal/monster would Davrin carve for your Rook? An alicorn - whilst she's always been inclined to horses, there's something magical about one with wings and a horn.

Does your Rook like the walks in Arlathan with Davrin? Definitely! Even more so when the griffons return to Arlathan. Nhae'ruk is impartial to listening & watching birds, so never turns down a stroll through Arlathan.

What is something Neve could call on your Rook for if she needs certain expertise for a case? Nhae'ruk has a strange way with people, often able to wiggle her way into their comfort zones just enough to get the information she needs, without them even realising they're offering it up. She's apt at reading through the lines in most cases... Unless those lines regard herself - then she is honestly quite useless.

Does your Rook share Neve's love of fried fish? Nhae'ruk tolerates fried fish, and won't turn her nose up if offered it - but it's definitely a Minrathous thing. She prefers her seafood in a paella.

Does your Rook join Bellara in her technical talks about the Fade and various artifacts or are they more content to listen? Nhae'ruk isn't particularly 'with it' when it comes to the technologies or magic of Thedas - her whole life has been sculpted by physical weapons, rather than magic. She finds it fascinating, however, and could listen to Bellara talk for days.

Do your Rook and Bellara read serials together? Nhae'ruk doesn't read serials, unfortunately, as true crime isn't really her thing. She does, however, read romance novels with her.

What is your Rook's favorite dish that Lucanis cooks? Nhae'ruk will genuinely eat anything Lucanis cooks - they often cook paella together which is her comfort dish. Lucanis has worked out that she loves a lemon cheesecake the most, so makes it for her as a surprise every once in a while. Her eyes always dilate just a little when she sees it.

What would Lucanis buy for your Rook at the Grande Market? He has gifted her a necklace with a feather charm in the past, but would likely gift her knives once he realised that, unlike Viago, she can easily be won over with a shiny new dagger.

What dragon would Taash think your Rook would like the best? Taash is under the impression that Nhae'ruk likes Wyverns the best, as she asks a lot of questions about where they're located. They don't understand why she likes the smaller variation, when the larger dragons are arguably much cooler.

Do they bring your Rook 'round the Hall of Valor to drink often? They often encourage Nhae'ruk to come and drink because they think she's 'cool', being a Crow. Nhae'ruk often gets a little wine-drunk, however, and has to be hauled back to the lighthouse over their shoulder.

Would your Rook like Emmrich's mother's hazelnut torte? She would love it! Nhae'ruk loves anything cakey - and loves hazelnut in general.

What kind of tea would Emmrich make for your Rook? Nhae'ruk enjoys a green or chamomile tea, if she had to choose one. She finds them both calming - though she is more of a coffee drinker at heart.

Bonus: What is one thing a companion does to cheer up your Rook if they're feeling down? Lucanis is the first to notice if Nhae'ruk is feeling even just a little off. His solution is usually a batch of churros and a cioccolata calda which he takes straight to her room. He offers her quiet company, whilst she watches the fish swim in the window, sometimes whilst he plays with her hair.

Small Rook & Companion Questions:

What type of plant would Harding gift your Rook?

Do they like Harding's cooking?

What animal/monster would Davrin carve for your Rook?

Does your Rook like the walks in Arlathan with Davrin?

What is something Neve could call on your Rook for if she needs certain expertise for a case?

Does your Rook share Neve's love of fried fish?

Does your Rook join Bellara in her technical talks about the Fade and various artifacts or are they more content to listen?

Do your Rook and Bellara read serials together?

What is your Rook's favorite dish that Lucanis cooks?

What would Lucanis buy for your Rook at the Grande Market?

What dragon would Taash think your Rook would like the best?

Do they bring your Rook 'round the Hall of Valor to drink often?

Would your Rook like Emmrich's mother's hazelnut torte?

What kind of tea would Emmrich make for your Rook?

Bonus: What is one thing a companion does to cheer up your Rook if they're feeling down?

[loredrinker]

Lavellan Joining Solas in the Fade - the Least Risk for Thedas in the Long Run

Solas, as a former spirit, is a man who has to navigate emotions rather than embody them.  

Solas: A spirit does not work through emotions. It embodies them. Varric: But he isn't a spirit, is he? He made himself human, and humans change. 

His life seems to have been one of extremes. And spirits reflect so who he surrounds himself with matters - or lack thereof considering what isolation does to him.  

Like all humans/mortals, Solas’ has to deal with emotions but as a former spirit who embodies and reflects, then the presence of someone who understands him (sees him) is important.

Simply put, he needs help processing his emotions. (Don't we all though?) 

Logically, the best thing for Thedas in the long run is for Lavellan to be with Solas in the Fade. 

In the Atonement ending where Solas goes alone, he enters the Fade with a clear purpose and a healthier state of mind. This is good, yet Thedas is left to trust that his atonement will lead to lasting stability. Even with his resolve, Solas will still be alone in what he sees as a prison of regret. While he may have found some measure of peace upon entering, Thedas can only hope that years of isolation do not erode his convictions.

The Fade is fluid, shaped by thought, belief, and emotion. Left alone, Solas alone defines his reality – so what happens if, over time, his belief in himself wavers? If his purpose falters? 

I believe Lavellan’s presence benefits both Solas and Thedas - she is a safeguard.

By being there, Lavellan acts as an anchor. Her presence prevents him from slipping too far in either direction, giving him someone to share the burden of his emotions - and hers as well. How many times do we feel better when we talk out our feelings with those we love?

Solas created the regret prison – that's how he sees it. But Lavellan changes its nature by refusing to see it as a prison at all. It’s why she tells him it won’t be terrible if they’re together. She reframes his exile, turning it from a sentence into something else - a path walked alongside someone. 

She sees him as a man capable of change echoing what Varric says: "...and humans change."

If she refuses to see him purely as a monster, if she holds to the truth that he can remember his original purpose and find redemption through atonement - then the Fade prison will bend to that belief. Which means eventually, I believe they can find a way out of it. If spirits mirror what they encounter, then being in the Fade with Lavellan means Solas is continuously reflecting someone who loves him, who challenges him emotionally, who refuses to let him forget his humanity. Someone who sees him. 

Lavellan was forced into the role of Herald, then Inquisitor - eventually accepting her path. She made decisions that shaped Thedas, choosing what was best for the world over personal preference or wants.  So how lovely, that a personal choice rooted in love now finally aligns with her role as a leader, continuing to protect Thedas. 

[ssentimentals]

Hiii!! It is been a long time since i got here 🤧, I hope you are doing good. I saw the new request prompts and the number 47. Sickfic/caretaking has attracted my attention, so I was going to ask you if you could write a woozi x reader who has bad migraines and maybe it is mixed this time with back pain.

You can change it if it is too specific or do not do it if you don't feel like it!!

hiii angel, you should come here more often 💜 i am good, hope you're well too! i definitely can, thank you for requesting!

prompt: sickfic/caretaking

woozi could see it. you tried your best to hide it and he gotta give it to you - it took him few days to catch up. he hates how you go all out to help and support others, but don't let others do the same for you, always ignoring your problems because they are not 'big enough'. he knows that probability of you admitting you're in pain is as low as snow during summer, but he still tries: 'how are you feeling, babe?'

you look up from your laptop, your face illluminated by blue screen. you were grimacing few seconds earlier but now you're trying to smile at him: 'all good, just a bit tired.'

your lie falls flat. woozi is always careful, always tries not to voerstep and make you start lecturing him on whole 'i am independent and strong woman, i can take care of myself' thing but his patience snaps. without saying anything he comes closer and points at your laptop: 'save your work. save your work and close your laptop.'

you blink at him. 'what-'

'do it yourself before i take that laptop away and just turn it off without saving shit,' he bites, not caring that his tone is off. 'you work can wait, we need to stop your migraine first.' at this your eyes widen and woozi quirks an eyebrow at you: 'you hid those pills well, baby, but not well enough.'

you have nothing to say. those migraines started few days ago and yesterday they got so bad that your eyes dtarted watering against your will. add back pain on top of that and you turned into a one big exposed nerve and you knew that your boyfriend saw right through you and your attempts to hide it. lie that you're fine is on your tongue but you swallow it, following woozi to the bedroom. you don't like admitting but it feels nice to be taken care of, to have someone else fret over you. woozi is not very expressive, but you can feel all of his feelings even when he doesn't say much. right now you know that he's worried and annoyed at your for not saying anything, for example.

'we can try cold and hot packs on your neck, which one do you prefer?' he asks in a business tone. when you get under the covers, his hands instantly smooth the blanket and he fluffs the other pillow, making sure you're comfortable. 'i'll turn off the light, do you want lavender oil? i'm not giving you another pill, i'm sure you've taken plenty already.'

'cold pack,' you answer, grimacing when back echoes in pain once you fully lie down. 'and no oil for now, i think.'

woozi nods and quickly gets to work. in few minutes you have cold pack pressed to your neck, light turned off and window open. he places cup with a herbal tea nearby and gingerly lies down. woozi is not used to seeing you like this - his usually strong girl never looks this fragile. it pains and angers him; he reaches out to take your hand in his. 'never hide this from me,' he asks quietly with a slight tremor in his voice. 'i don't want you to suffer alone. i'm always here to help you.'

'it's just a migraine,' you whisper and a sudden pain that shoots from your neck straight to your head makes you gasp. 'oh god.'

'nothing is 'just' when it comes to you,' he mutters and leans closer, worried. 'is cold pack not helping? if it's very bad-'

'give it time,' you interrupt. 'ten minutes or so. we can change it to hot pack if this one won't work.' you open your eyes, squinting at him. 'i am sorry for not telling you sooner. i thought it'd go away. didn't want to bother you.'

'you never bother me,' he instantly says, scowling. 'stop thinking that. nothing about you is ever a bother. let me take care of you.'

you sigh and close your eyes. a bit later you feel cold lips pressed on your forehead. woozi kisses your forehead, tip of your nose, both of your cheeks. you smile and lips press on yours in a light kiss. 'try to sleep,' woozi whispers. 'i will change packs. rest, baby.'

'i love you,' you whisper back without opening your eyes. cold pack helps with the tension, easing the pain. 'thank you.'

'i love you more, my strong girl.' woozi kisses your forehead once more. 'now rest. i'll be right here when you wake up.'

putting his phone on 'do not disturb' woozi lies down next to you and carefully wraps one arm around you. he'll be right here for you even if you can't ask that out loud. he'll still be here.

a/n: hopefully you liked it!! - nini

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[solxamber]

Hi i hope you're having a great day ! I'd like to request for the valentines event :3 Azul, Romantic, "My Sweetest Love" by The Cat's Whiskers (feat. Kazuma Mitchell) Thankyou so much for your hard work :D

PARADOX LIVE??? IN MY INBOX??? I'VE PRAYED FOR DAYS LIKE THESE

"My Sweetest Love" || Azul Ashengrotto

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: My Sweetest Love by Cat's Whiskers (ft. Kazuma Mitchell)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 940

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: First Date, Friends to Lovers

Azul had imagined this night countless times. He had planned every detail, every possible outcome, rehearsed the words he would say and the way he would say them—because when it came to you, nothing could be left to chance.

You deserved only the best. And now, finally, you were his—at least for tonight.

He arrives at your door in a sleek, polished car, stepping out with a confidence that masks the rapid beat of his heart. The moment you step outside, dressed to the nines, with that unmistakable glint of amusement in your eyes, his breath catches.

He’s always thought you were resplendent. He’s known it for as long as he’s known you. But tonight, something feels different. More real. More his.

He opens the door for you, ever the gentleman, though the brush of your fingers as you settle inside nearly undoes his carefully constructed composure.

Azul has never liked feeling out of his depth. It is a sensation that reminds him of deep, crushing waters, of helplessness and uncertainty. But he has prepared for this. He has made sure everything is perfect.

A reservation at the finest restaurant, an exquisite menu, wine hand-selected for the occasion. A night designed for you.

Nothing less than perfection. Nothing less than the absolute best.

Because Azul knows you. He knows your tastes, your preferences, the subtle shifts in your expression when something truly pleases you. He wants to see that expression tonight, not because of some business deal, not because of some carefully crafted persuasion—no, this time, he wants it simply because he loves you.

And he does. He loves you more than he should, more than he ever intended to.

The realization settles in his chest like an anchor, but tonight, he allows himself to sink into it.

Just this once, he tells himself. Just tonight, he will not hold back.

He watches you across the candlelit table, the golden glow of the restaurant soft against your features. When you laugh, he can’t help but smile—real, unguarded, the kind that only comes when he’s with you.

His heart beats faster.

Everything about tonight feels unreal, like he’s trapped in a dream, one where you are his and there is no fear of waking up to a world where you are not.

He wonders if you can hear it. If you can see through him as easily as you always do.

By the time dinner is over, Azul has spent the entire evening ensuring your happiness, watching as you indulge in every luxury he can offer. But it is not enough. It will never be enough.

Because no matter how many resources he has, no matter how much power he wields, there is one thing he cannot control.

Your heart.

The night air is cool as you step outside, and without thinking, he shrugs off his coat, draping it over your shoulders. The gesture is instinctive, natural—until your fingers brush against his as you adjust it, and suddenly, the breath leaves his lungs.

It takes everything in him not to pull you closer.

He suggests a quiet drive, something away from the crowds, the noise, the distractions. A night cruise, perhaps. The ocean, the stars, just the two of you.

You agree without hesitation.

Azul grips the steering wheel a little too tightly.

The drive is peaceful, the city lights flickering behind you as the road stretches ahead. When he glances at you, he sees the way your eyes soften, the way the reflection of the stars dance in your gaze.

And suddenly, he thinks—maybe this is enough.

Maybe, for tonight, he can allow himself this fantasy.

His fingers twitch against the wheel. Even after parking, he's clutching it like it's the only thing that's keeping him grounded. He wants to say it. Wants to tell you how much you mean to him, how every carefully laid plan, every luxurious choice tonight, was all for you.

But before he can gather the courage, you speak first.

“You really thought of everything, huh?” you muse, turning to him with that teasing lilt in your voice. “Should I be worried?”

Azul chuckles, but the sound is softer than usual. “Is it so unbelievable that I’d want to make you happy?”

You hum, considering. Then, with a smirk, you add, “Well, I do like seeing you like this. You should take me out more often.”

His heart stumbles over itself.

Azul hesitates for only a moment before he turns to you fully, his voice quieter now, more serious.

“Then let me.”

The words linger between you, unspoken questions hanging in the air. And then, slowly, he leans in—closer, closer—until he can see the way your lashes flutter, the way your breath catches just slightly.

And you don’t pull away.

You don’t move back, don’t laugh, don’t tease.

Instead, you close the distance.

And in that moment, just as your lips meet his, Azul swears—

Nothing will ever compare to you.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[user947468]

NSFW Alphabet - Arisu Ryohei

Hello! If you're from my Chishiya fic please look away, I am really deep in writers block and I thought this could be fun.. Warning this is fully explicit, if you're not into that please click off!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very, very gentle. He's scared that he hurt you in someway, or was too rough, or you would regret it immediately after- doesn't matter if you took the initiative or not. Despite being a borderline genius- he's not that knowledgeable in after care, but he tries his best. Cleaning you and himself up after with a wet rag, tissues, toilet paper- which ever was the most convenient at the time- and making sure you feel comfortable, asking if you need anything, ect, ect.. he loves your comforting praises after more than he would like to admit.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Arisu couldn't answer that question earnestly with a gun to his head. He didn't have a favorite, couldn't physically choose one. He was obsessed with everything about you, infatuated with every inch of your being- one moment he would ogle your thighs, than your waist, your chest, your lips, your eye's- yep, he would have to take the bullet. As for him.. well, they don't call them gamer fingers for nothing. He's a bit too proud of how long he can go without getting a hand cramp.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

When Arisu was young he was freaked out by it, thought it was dirty and inhuman- even though it subsided in his late high school years and his hormones were flying through the roof it was always a thought in the back of his mind. That's why it took him by complete shock when you asked him if he wanted to cum on your face, and how fast he came after the fact. He couldn't take his eye's off you after, having to shake himself out of his mind before he got hard again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While not major to most- Arisu would never admit to watching as much porn as he frequently does. He's an absolute porn-freak. One websites, apps, magazines- you name it, he's seen it. Oh, and he has a thing for keeping your underwear- which he would never tell you of course, or take without your permission!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's not a virgin, while he doesn't have women throwing themselves at him left and right, he's not completely oblivious to the sex scene. And sure, he's watched it, and heard story's from his friends- but doing it is a whole other ball park.. its a good thing he's a fast learner. But there are still a good handful of thing he's yet to be introduced too.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything you want. Preferably position's he could fully watch you in, but if wanted to try something new Arisu was anything but picky. However, he does have a knack for missionary and cowgirl- he adores picking apart your reactions, how your head throws back when he fondles your breast, or when he sucks bruises into your neck and you follow up with a low moan.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Arisu always tries to make light of a situation with humor. Especially during your first few nights together; if he feels like the silences are too prolonged he'll tell a joke, or when you make a move and all he can do is let out a nervous giggle- its adorable in hindsight, although you know he hates when he reacts like a untouched-virgin.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nicely trimmed, not too short, not too long. Before you, he would never give shaving a second glance. After all why would he need too? No one was going to see him there anyways. It was on your first date that he bashfully decided to keep himself more well groomed, for your sake.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Nervous, of course. He's overly sensitive, hyper-aware of everything going on- and you wouldn't have it any other way. He's takes his time, making sure you know how much you mean to him every step of the way- whether is be by his words, or his hands, or his tongue..

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He surprisingly has a higher sex drive than you would think. He could go one after the other after the other.. he only needs a few length breaks in between before he's back on track! His record was four in one day- which he only counted because of a stupid, and completely childish bet with Karube and Chota.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Arisu never gave thought to power play, especially being titled the submissive one- and maybe it was just you that provoked it in him-but when you first climbed on-top of him, whispering borderline pornographic praises in his ear- moving his hands where you wanted them, refusing to let him cum to early- he knew he would do anything you asked, and you knew it too.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom- preferably yours. Covered completely by you; your clothes, your perfume, your bed sheet.. he's not one to venture off, especially while still living with family. Although his guard does lower in the borderlands, he'll do it anywhere he deems safe enough for you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything. Nothing. Someday's he could see you in a skimpy bathing suit and all he can think is how beautiful your eyes are or how much he adores your laugh. Other days he can get hard in an instant if you look at him a certain way- mind twirling with different images of you- you under him, on-top of him, him between your legs...

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything to hurt you is an absolute no. Blood, knifes, scratch marks- there all no-go's. He's even hesitant to use degrading nicknames. Although he wouldn't mind mild restrains or gags of some sort, on him of course. And don't even think about calling him daddy, he will gag.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both! Want to give him a blowjob? His pants are already coming off. You asked him to eat you out? He's on his knee's in seconds. Although he love's you warm mouth and curious tongue- nothing beats being between your legs. Tasting you, smelling you- don't even get him started on you tightening your thighs around his head, keeping him in place while you ride out your orgasm.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

Most of the time Arisu likes to keep it slow and sensual, covering every conceivable inch of you in small kisses and following your shape with gentle wandering hands. Once in a while he'll get caught up in bliss, pace radical and tight grips- but he'll apologies immediately after, brushing your hair out of the way and asking if your okay- you always are.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his favorite, he enjoys cherishing every moment with you, every whimper and shutter of yours graved into his mind- but there not half bad in his opinion. He has morning wood but a class in fifteen minutes? If your up for it, he is too. After all he would be a fool to not take the chance up.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) 

If it's nothing too crazy, like almost sadistic, he'll try anything once if it makes you happy. Arisu has no problem stepping out of his comfort zone for you, matter of fact doing introduced him to things he would have never known he was into. Although you'll have to slowly get through his shy demeanor at first.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a loser-gamer with a porn addiction... yeah he's not lasting long at all! But he does really, really, try to hold off when you ask him too, after all he doesn't want to disappoint you. Either way he makes up for it by offering a second round, he'll need a second to recharge but as soon as you start leaving kisses down his neck it's go time!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

Would he ever by himself? Absolutely not. Even if he wanted too, he'd be too embarrassed to go out and buy one- hell, he wouldn't even want the charge on his card. Besides a fleshlight - which was a joke gift Karube got him for his birthday, "I knew you'd love it!" he said, watching Arisu's face turn the brightest shade of red any ones every seen- Arisu's never once owned a sex toy on his own account. Until he meet you. It started off innocent enough- cheeky lingerie, strawberry lube, clit vibrators- than you turned the vibrators on him and introduced him to male sex toys.. he was sure his brain chemistry changed after the fact.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You would say he's a tease, he would say he's making sure every inch of you doesn't go unappreciated. He really doesn't mean too, and when ever he notices you getting aggravated or huffy for more friction, he gives you a sly smile and ask's you what you want him to do to you. When said, he jumps straight into action.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

Arisu really tries to hold it in, truly, with all his might - but he's just naturally loud. And you would be lying if you said he wasn't good at it. Every whimper, moan, grunt, and curse could be heard from the man, none of his reactions going unnoticed. He didn't shy away from being verbal either, much to your delight.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This man is most love-struck fool ever. And that leads to a lot of desperation on his end, especially while your away. How dare you treat him so good? Give him the most live changing orgasm than leave to your collage classes thirty minutes latter? The amount of things he's rubbed himself off too because of it was shameful; your voicemail, a small note you left him on a sticky note, the smell of your shampoo..

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

Arisu was an average length, 6 and a half inches long - he swear the half inch makes a huge difference - and a width of an inch and a half, lean like the rest of his body. Pale pink and a strong veins coming from his shaft, they were always the most sensitive- along with his tip of his dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He could do without getting off everyday. Sleeping through it or taking a cold shower if necessary, and he never beg you into anything you weren't in the mood for but it's safe to say it doesn't take long to get him in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As much as his hormones love raging off the charts- his physical athleticism slows him down. Generally he could fall asleep anywhere, anyplace in seconds- but plus being physically and mentally tired? He's already in a deep sleep. (After after-care, of course) Good luck trying to wake him up!

[dandysworldhcs]

uhh can we request dandy hcs if thats alright?? first time doing this so uhh-

sorry if this makes zero sense lmao.

-amethyst anon

!! yes you can request dandy headcanons hold on ill copy-paste the ones i talked about in my main blog and add any that i can think of right now

-any pronouns, he/it preferred but he doesnt really care too much

-literally no one knows what he is but hes some flavor of queer and nonbinary

-insectoid.he has little antennae and mandibles in my design

-he purposefully blocks out memories from his twisted form.he feels guilty killing people that look and sound and act like his friends and he doesnt like thinking about it so he tries his best to forget. unfortunately he ends up forgetting other things as well so he has some memory issues

-oh also ive seen a lot of people hc that he knows what happens to the holiday toons but i like to think he doesnt. hes just as sad and confused about their sudden departure as the rest of the toons

-the only other person that knows about astro's extra set of arms and is extremely protective about this secret. you couldnt torture this information out of him

-very vocal stimmer. chitters and hums and makes noises constantly. everyones used to it -sometimes he gets overwhelmed and needs to.lay down and zone out and decompress for a bit. pebble knows when hes about to drop to the floor and blank out and always goes to him and lets dandy lean on him. pebble's texture helps ground him and he usually takes around 15 minutes to feel normal again. its very rare to see him in this state so if you end up making him feel like this then You Messed Up Badly.

-listen to atlantisia by sparkbird while thinking about dandy. trust me thats his song

i tried keeping these as universal as possible since a lot of my dandy headcanons revolve around my personal theories

[gardenwalrus]

The Beatles speaking about themselves in DISC (12 October 1963) [Paul & John section here]

[GEORGE] Our dress style has changed…  It was when I was relaxing in a Boeing jet on the way back from America last week that I realised that in many ways I was still the same George Harrison I was before The Beatles were so well known. But I also realise that in some ways my life HAS changed - mostly for the better I’m glad to say.  The most obvious change is financial. That’s very nice, but I don’t think it's the most important thing. It’s nice to be able to buy a new car and new clothes when you want them, but I was happy when I couldn’t afford these things.  One big way The Beatles generally have changed is in their style of dress. Eighteen months ago, for instance, we dressed far more casually than we do now. 

I think my social life has changed considerably as well. Now we meet far more people than we ever met before.  I mean, like, when we appear at a one-night stand we’re often invited back after the show to a nearby club. People seem to go out of their way to try and make sure we have a little fun after our work.  A question I’ve been asked quite a few times over the past 12 months is: “What do you think is the right age to get married?”  I honestly think there’s no such thing as ‘the right age.’ I think that you should get married when you decide that this is the time when you should get married. This is a decision which you can only make yourself. There’s no correct age.  In my personal tastes, I’m a bit undecided about clothes, too. I haven’t got any definite preferences. But if something I see pleases me I’ll buy it and wear it whether it’s in the French style, or Italian, or English.  One thing I really do get enthusiastic about is music. As I’ve said before in DISC, I like the coloured American groups like The Shirelles and The Miracles. But I’m fond of a lot of other music - Segovia on classical guitar, for example. 

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[RINGO] I’m the silent type…  I’m the one the boys call the silent type. Well, I haven’t got all that much to say for myself, and I prefer to listen to other people speaking. My real name is Richard Starkey, but the Ringo bit has been with me for so long, I don’t think of myself as a ‘Richard’ anymore. Of all the Beatles, I live nearest to the city centre - about 10 minutes walk and six bus stops away. It’s not a rich part of town, but my mum has all her friends there and doesn’t want to move out.  Some of my family are just outside London. They sometimes come and visit us, and once a year my dad makes a trek down south.  I want to do things for my family, but they keep telling me to save my money. Eventually I think I’ll open a chain of hairdressing shops in and around Liverpool. I’d like my main shop to be in the centre of the city, and be THE place.  I have enough hairdressing friends to keep the shops well staffed, but feel with a haircut like mine it would be best for me to stay away from them!  I have my hair cut about once every three months! I’m joking of course. I have it trimmed when the mood takes me and have no special barber.  You don’t hear very much about me in the group, because I don’t sing. I had my big and only singing moment on ‘Boys’ for our LP, and really made the most of it.  And, surprisingly enough, although I’m a drummer I don’t have a favourite musician. Well, not a real one. I like to see good showmanship in any artist, and I hope to get a chance of seeing Brook Benton while he’s in England. It’s a stroke of luck he’ll be doing the Palladium show at the same time as us, but I’ll probably be so nervous, I won’t have time to appreciate his act.  I don’t eat very much. If I did, I’d probably have much more energy. As a kid, I was very fond of chips and jam-butty (that’s a jam sandwich), and to this day, I still like it. Even if I enjoyed it, I don’t think I’d ever get used to eating caviar or drinking champagne.  One of my ambitions in life is to learn how to play the piano. I’d willingly take lessons if only I had the time. But my main ambition is to be happy all the time.  Yet I don’t relax very much. I like to be active. Even if I have a chance to go on holiday, instead of sitting in the sun all day I’m off exploring the local neighbourhood. I think I do this because if I didn’t I’d be nothing more than just plain lazy! I very rarely go near a Chinese or Italian restaurant. Don’t like either food, and if anything has onions in it then I’m completely done for.  I’m mad for rings. I wear four, and would wear them on all my fingers if I didn’t think they’d get in the way. Often I get wrist ache from drumming too much, but the only other ailment I suffer from is occasional colds. I’m not as bad as John though. He keeps on losing his voice. Never doing a performance, but usually just after a recording session. 

[sapphiresaphics]

Severance: my best guess.

This will contain spoilers from season 1 to season 2 Episode 7.

I’ve not tried to do any theory crafting for Severance yet, so I’m gonna try now based on all the available information we have.

So the Eagan family is a bit of a cult. It started in the late 1800’s with a guy who worked in an Ether factory. Ether is used by doctors as an anesthetic and is primarily used in surgeries. Ether can also cause hallucinations and distorted thinking.

Which brings me to Kier Eagan and his 4 tempers and his 9 principals. Kier supposedly conquered the 4 tempers (Woe, Frolic, Dread, and Malice). These would be emotions that he feels were detrimental to life. And he created the 9 principals (Vision, Verve, Wit, Cheer, Humility, Benevolence, Nimbleness, Probity, Wiles) as emotional virtues that he cherished.

It would not surprise me that this old man working in an ether factory frequently had hallucinations and visions and wrote down his stories as a distorted Bible of sorts. “These are the things that hold you back, these are the things that make you strong” sort of thing. And because this was a business and he was the CEO (a crazy CEO but a CEO nevertheless) these principals and tenants were passed down through the generations.

And for our immediate purposes it seems to have worked. The Lumon company grew from a small Ether factory that made topical salves, to a giant tech company that has their hands in many pies all over the world. Kinda like how Google went from an internet search browser to basically owning everything we interact with today.

And over the years that cult like devotion to Keir Eagan and his mantras has resulted in the corporation of Lumon wanting to impose Keri’s wisdom and will on the rest of humanity, as most religions often want to do.

Fast forward and they’ve developed a technology that can separate your consciousness into two beings. Memories for each consciousness only exist for that consciousness and cannot transfer over to the other. The severance procedure.

This procedure allows people to go to work, but never actually deal with work because their innie is the one doing all the unpleasant tasks for them. Great on the surface, but there’s a twist. That other consciousness of yours that is created… well it’s another person. With its own wants and dreams and desires. And as this procedure is being tested Lumon discovers that these innies are increasingly resistant to having their entire lives be reduced to working forever until they die.

So Lumon has a problem. I believe they think the reason these innies are so unhappy is because they have the 4 tempers in them. It’s not because they’re people with wants and dreams, it’s because they also have Woe, Frolic, Dread, and Malice in them. That’s why the innies keep fighting back.

Stepping back for a minute we are also aware that Lumon raises kids through various programs. Harmony Cobel was raised through some sort of “girls for Lumon” program. As most likely was Milchek and Miss Wong. And these programs seem to focus heavily on removing emotion from your essence. Cobel was praying to keep her emotions under control, Milchek was practicing in a mirror to adhere to Lumon’s desires for him. And Wong can’t graduate from her fellowship until she is deemed worthy.

I think what the Macro Data Refiners are doing is finding these components and providing data for the severance chips to suppress these emotions. To ensure that they aren’t being preferable to any of the data, it’s all sent to them encoded and jumbled up. But some numbers “feel” a certain way. And the MDR members are able to basically sense these emotions and bin them. “You feel the hurt down there too, you just don’t know what it is.”

Remember this is a corporation and they are pushing a product they want everyone in the world to get. So if the goal of this product is to push the idea that you can get this medial procedure and then ever again have to experience anything negative ever, they need to ensure that when outies return to consciousness that no negative side effects linger.

And Gemma is their test subject for this procedure. They are using her by placing her into various different stressful environments and situations, adjusting the chips, and seeing when she comes out of them if she feels or recalls anything negative.

I don’t know if the point of the chips will be to control the innies as well, removing all will to resist or something along those lines. They’ve shown surprisingly little care into the lives of the innies. But they do seem to at least be aware that controlling the innies is a problem. That’s why they lean so heavily on the cult stuff. That’s why they isolate departments and keep everyone fearful of one another.

I think that’s also why Bert is different. He seems to RELISH in the vices. A “scoundrel” as he calls himself. He seems to believe that innies deserve to experience pleasure. He is the snake to Lumon’s garden of Eden if you will. Since he’s a partner with Lumon, it’s possible that he views the innies as a source of allowing people to express those carnal desires and thoughts free from the guilt of having them as an outie.

And we’ve seen at least with the waffle party that Lumon has this belief in mastering and overcoming those same vices and pleasures. Why else would the waffle party have the 4 tempers dancing erotically while the “founder” sits in the bed and does nothing, whip in hand ready to strike if they rustle their emotions?

So this is Lumon’s pitch to the world. Imagine you never have to worry about doing anything negative you don’t want ever again. Get this wonderful medical procedure and you’ll be able to, at the push of a button, skip over your entire work day and just come home refreshed and happy to continue to live your life. If you want to have a baby and don’t want to deal with the pain of childbirth, just use the severance chip to skip over that! Don’t want to do a boring repetitive task like writing Christmas thank you notes? Don’t want to fly on an airplane? Don’t want to go to the dentist? Just use our chip and skip over that moment and get on with your life.

And of course this has extreemly dangerous implications for the rest of the world. What if you want to go to war but don’t want to deal with the fear of dying? What if you want an army of people who can perform manual labor all day without rest? What if you want to have sex but don’t want the shame or fear you might have a kid? Any Vice or fear or labor you need… Severance will be there to take care of it.

And for Lumon’s part… well that’s potentially even more sinister. We don’t know what their goal is, but good god can you imagine if Google had access to your brain and at a moment’s notice they could just switch you off??? We’ve seen that the Overtime Contingency works outside of the Lumon building. Giving a CULT access to EVERYONE in the world that they can manipulate at any time would be… horrific.

“They will all be Kier’s children”

So I think that’s the plan. Perfect this technology so they can market it as a way to bypass your negative feelings, but it’s a Trojan horse. You’re actually surrendering your will and personhood to this cult. A cult who can use you to do anything they want. Make anything they need. Do any task they want. And you’d never know it, because you’re no longer the outie.

Fucking TERRIFYING.

[kitchenisking]

bent right to your wind by usuallysunny - (Rating: G, Words: 3,371)

“Thank you. For all your kindness. If I secure a proposal, it will be because of you.”

She turns from him and takes one step before his hand darts out to catch hers.

“Please do not leave,” he murmurs, thumb gently tracing the inside of her wrist, feeling her pulse leap under his touch, “not yet. There is still so much I need to say.”

.....

Colin’s POV of the willow scene—and beyond.

Needs and Wants by BritishGirl93 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,467)

Portia is just trying to ensure that Penelope has what she needs to make her happy. What Penelope needs and wants should not be determined by her mother, but by herself.

Savoring Pastries by Pale_Darkness - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9,130)

Wanted to add more romance and sex in the transition between the Dankworth - Finch ball and the following sex scene within the Bridgerton TV series. I do prefer them over the book, so storyline won't follow as close with the book series. Hope you enjoy!

Ribbons and Rings by IcyDragonfruit - (Rating: G, Words: 6,539)

Where the Bridgerton family retreats to Aubrey Hall after the 1815 season. Colin’s bedroom still has items of his that he needs to go through now that he is married, some of which bring back memories of his childhood.

uh-oh i'm fallin' in love (oh no) by stolemystark17 - (Rating: G, Words: 2,599)

Colin was fairly certain his heart was attempting to choke him, or leap from his throat. In fact, he could hardly hear anything, especially not the gasps and fervent whispers of those in the sanctuary as his body involuntarily stood up, his fingers tapping the pew in front of him without rhythm. He did not even register Eloise pulling on his waistcoat next to him. He was only aware of Penelope. Looking at him. In horror. (But at least she was looking at him). And he was certain she whispered, “Oh no.”

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Colin didn't stop the proposal at the Queen's Ball, but he can stop the banns.

Tropes by canyonoflight - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,014)

Tropes, tropes, they fuck

Washers & Broken Promises by GleefullyPolin (GleefullyCaptainSwan) - (Rating: T, Words: 14,173)

I, Colin, promise to protect and cherish you, Pen, as long as we both shall live. I, Penelope, promise that you, Colin, will always be my best friend.

“Now we’re married.” She was in a daze as she opened her eyes, watching as he stood up and held his hand out to her to help her off the ground. “You’re my wife and I will always protect you.”

Who gives a shit about broken promises?

Priorities by VesnaElite - (Rating: T, Words: 3,267)

Penelope attends a ball and manages to charm a young Lord. Little does she know she’s about to dance with her husband tonight and awake some jealousy with consequences.

An Office Affair by blueskies717 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,895)

“We can’t do this. There is so much at stake,” It sounded like it hurt him physically to say it.

“I know,” She felt sadness creeping in. It was so bad that she couldn’t even face him anymore.

“Look at me, Pen."

“I can’t.”

“Do it anyways.”

And Baby Makes Three by Linny27, SpiceWeasel (Linny27) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 12,749)

Just a little bit of fun to round out my POV Series. Pen realizes that she's pregnant and tries to gather up the courage to tell Colin.

[thatoneautisticshark]

Hear me out- Ghost and either Gaz or Soap go to the movies and sit in the prime spot of the back row in the middle so they're right under the projector room that has the open window. The movie starts and they realize it's just them in the theater so they decide to fool around but try to keep quiet so whoever is in the projector booth doesn't catch them and kick them out 🎥🍿

-ttt

Hehe! Yes yes yup absoulutely!! Hearing you loud and clear.

Sorry it took a little while!!! It was such a cute idea I was inspired to make art of itt!! So I'll add that at the end! :3

Gaz shifted his weight between feet as he waited outside the theatre. He genuinely couldn't believe he got ghost to agree to come to see a film with him!

Ghost was usually so standoffish, but Gaz really felt he had been making progress recently, Ghost would let Gaz sit next to him and yap, or sometimes even would seek Gaz out to sit next to in the mess.

He hadn't pushed Gaz off that time after a long mission, when Gaz was exhausted and fell asleep against him in the heli. And Ghost had even been talking more around him.

This was a chance to get to just hang with Ghost, and he couldn't believe the other had agreed. He had asked ready to be stabbed for even asking, but Ghost just shrugged and went “Sure. Why not?”

Gaz nervously tugged at the collar of his sleeveless shirt, suddenly feeling it was a little promiscuous. Which was ridiculous, it was a hot day and it wasn't a weird shirt to wear.

He probably wouldn't feel like this, if he hadn't gained himself a massive crush on his lieutenant. But he did. And this was the lieutenant who was always covered, so a sleeveless shirt felt very very bare.

But before he had time to continue criticizing his wardrobe choices, the cause of his panic walked in.

And fuckkk he looked good.

Gaz was sure his face turned a little pink. “Ghost! Over here. Uhm.. I already bought snacks.. but if you don't like them I can get others uhm.” Ghost cut off his rambling

“What you have is fine. Come on, let's go”Gaz nodded awkwardly, shutting his mouth as he led the way. Heading upstairs to the theatre, Ghost following behind.

“Oh sweet we are the first ones here! I guess we can pick our seats, any preference?”

Ghost nodded “Back, let's go” Before interlocking his hand with Gaz's and walking to the back.Gaz nearly dropped the drinks with how fast his heart rate jumped, silently thanking the low lighting in the cinema as he scrambled after Ghost.

They ended up sitting in the back in the middle of the row. Right in the dark.

And Ghost's warm ungloved hand was still interlocked with Gaz's, but he didn't dare bring it up, should Ghost pull away if it was mentioned.

The movie started, and Ghost was still holding Gaz's hand as Gaz ate the popcorn. “Uhm… are you gonna have any?”

Ghost hesitated, glancing around the theatre. “I was probably not.. but there's no one here, so I actually will.”

He pushed the mask up to his nose, revealing his mouth, and Gaz did his best not to stare at the large scar, instead glancing around the theatre. “Huh we really are alone huh? That's rare. I don't see that happening often”

“Maybe the film you have brought me to is just shit” Ghost demanded through a mouthful of popcorn.

How dare he.

Gaz snorted jokingly whacking Ghost's shoulder “Oi!” He hesitated before deciding to actually make a move on Ghost.

He hoped at least if it fucked their relationship he could sort it out with Ghost and apologize before they got back to base. “Well you know what people do in empty theatres yeah?”

Ghost blinked at him. “No?”

Gaz paused, brain stopping for a second. Was Ghost gently turning him down? It would be better then getting yelled at atleast.

But the Brit looked genuinely confused, all his attention was on Gaz, and his head was cocked to the side. Much like a puppy.

Gaz faltered, some of his bravado gone. “Come on… like back row.. in an empty theatre… It's a whole movie troupe” he gestured awkwardly with his hands.

Ghost blinked at him again. “No. I don't know. I am not one who really watches movies, this is an exception.”

An expectation? Ghost didn't particularly like movies? But made an exception to come with him? Gaz felt his heart melt, but refocused on the fact that Ghost was not catching his drift

. “Oh for crying out loud… Jesus. I'm asking if you want to snog.” Gaz stated bluntly

And Ghost flushed, bright pink, Gaz could only see a little of his face, but it was pink. His mouth fell open, and then opened and closed a few times.

Gaz couldn't believe a look like that was being directed at him, but it was. Ghost finally nodded quickly, still silent, eyes blown wide.

He nodded?

HE NODDED!?

Gaz wanted to squeal in happiness.

Ghost was really going to kiss him. Gaz took a deep breath to steady himself, before leaning forward, connecting their lips.

The larger man tensed but didn't pull back, slowly relaxing into the kiss, with soft groans, as his large hands slowly found their way to Gaz’s waist.

They ended up awkwardly twisting, feet ending against other seats as they moved without breaking the kiss.

But Gaz didn't give a shit.

His world had centered down to the feeling of the warm lips moving against his own. Ghost perfectly slotted against him, filling every hole he didn't know he had.

Although there were other holes Simon could fill, but that could happen later.

The sillyss they are kissingggg

[vampyreelf]

Daughter-In-Law

Summary: You are to marry Legolas, but when you spend time with his father, you have different thoughts.

Thranduil x Reader / Legolas x Reader

Warnings: Smut, a little bit of angst, cheating.

AO3 Link

GIF on @ladyalatariel

You were to marry the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas and leave your family in Rivendell. You have seen Legolas many a time but never got the courage to speak with him, only admiring him from afar. After evil was defeated and the ring destroyed, Elrond alongside the King of Mirkwood thought it best to strengthen relations between the two kingdoms so a marriage pact was struck between you, Elrond’s niece, who he has been raising since your parents died in battle, and the Prince, Legolas.

Your uncle came to you with the proposal, late at night and it was something that gladdened your heart.

“If the arrangement does not please you, another elf, although not as beautiful, will take your place. But know that you are the one that pleases Legolas and Thranduil the most.” Elrond touched your face and that made you smile.

“Legolas is quite handsome.” You looked away and Elrond smiled, he was quite protective of you, since you were incredibly young, only 62 years old, you are but a baby in his eyes.

“So I have been told by many elves in our kingdom.” The two of you laughed.

“I accept it, but I would prefer to spend some time with Legolas in Rivendell before departing to Mirkwood.” Elrond hugs you and he leaves pleased with the result, he of course would never force you into marriage, especially so young but he also knows that the relations between Rivendell and Mirkwood would take a toll due to your refusal.

Meanwhile in Mirkwood, news of your acceptance has reached the King and the Prince, who could not be happier with the news.

“It seems that you have a bride to be, Legolas.” His father, Thranduil spoke in his regal tone, giving nothing away to his son, who was as giddy as a human child with a new trinket.

“That warms my heart, she is the most beautiful elf I have ever laid eyes upon, father.” Legolas was so excited, he never gave much thought about marriage, much less marrying for an alliance but you? He would do anything for you, for your affection.

“Very well, she requests your presence in Rivendell before she moves permanently to our kingdom.” Thranduil reads from the message sent by Elrond, that was non negotiable.

“Of course, I will go as soon as I am able.” If you asked for his heart on a silver platter, Legolas would give it to you. “Father, would you be inclined to come with me? Everyone would rejoice in seeing the King of Mirkwood supporting his son.” The Prince wanted to mend their fractured relationship, there has been some improvement but the road was still long.

“Yes, but I cannot stay for long. There are many matters that require my utmost attention.” Legolas was elated that his father was coming, and Thranduil couldn’t wait to see you.

“Perfect, I will prepare everything.” Legolas left the throne room and Thranduil smirked, things were going according to plan.

Everyone was in Rivendell, Arwen was helping getting you ready, you were so happy to share this moment with her.

“You look marvellous, your love story with Legolas starts now.” The two of you laughed together, and you got up, the dress was gifted by Arwen from Gondor and you loved the deep purple colour, you also had a headpiece from your mother, with diamonds and rubies.

“Arwen, I want the deep love you and Aragorn have, how I envy you, my dear cousin and friend.” Arwen smiled and hugged you deeply, like her father, she is also quite protective of you.

“And you shall have it, my love.” Your cousin touches your face and you smile, you can feel her love and it warms your heart. The two of you heard a knock at the door. “Come in.” The door was opened and it was Aragorn, and Arwen went to him with a smile on her face.

“Are the ladies ready?” The King of Gondor looks at his Queen and then you. “My dear cousin, you look marvellous, Legolas will surely have his heart out of his chest.” Aragorn kisses your cheek, he knew of Legolas’ feelings for you since the fellowship, he described your eyes for hours on end, and how lucky he would be if you gave him your favour.

“Thank you, Aragorn. Is Legolas here yet?” You were thrilled about the prospect of being Legolas’ wife and his future Queen, but for now, you were content in being in his presence.

“Yes, he and his father arrived a few hours ago and he cannot wait to see you.” Aragorn wanted nothing but happiness for the two of you, Legolas was his biggest friend and you were Arwen’s cousin, friend and confidant, this would have to work.

“His father? One would assume that the King of Mirkwood would stay in his beloved kingdom.” You have seen Legolas’ father only once, you were still a child and he came to negotiate with your uncle, and you were intimidated by him, one would say, scared.

“Legolas has informed me that it was at his behest, and to signal that he does indeed approve of the union.” You nodded at his declaration, one small glimpse when you were younger isn’t enough to form an opinion on someone, especially not your father-in-law and future king.

“Well, that settles it then. Shall we go to the banquet?” The couple nods at you and you smile, excited about seeing your future husband.

With Arwen on his right and you on his left, Aragorn guides the two of you to the banquet hall, one of the elves announces you and the King and Queen of Gondor, Legolas was the first one to stand up and come to you. 

“My lady, you are breathtaking.” Legolas kisses your hand, his piercing blue eyes never leaving yours, the irony of him saying that you are breathtaking when he was the one that took your breath away by kissing your hand.

“My Prince, you are too kind.” You smiled and Legolas felt the heat on his face, you were perfect for him, and there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you already.

“I only speak the truth that my eyes allow me to witness, my Lady.” The two of you were completely engrossed in each other’s presence that Arwen and Aragorn could slip away and leave the newest couple by themselves.

“To think that you were apprehensive about Legolas and my cousin, it seems that they were made for one another.” Arwen beamed while looking at the two of you, and Aragorn kissed his beloved’s hand.

“It seems that you are correct, which concerns me since you always seem to be.” Arwen laughed and the two of them sat down while you and Legolas were still talking.

“Would you mind telling stories about your time with the fellowship, if you don’t mind?” You have heard many stories with Aragorn and Arwen but he doesn’t go into many details, it seems to spare your ears of such death but you don’t mind at all.

“Of course, I would be delighted in sharing tales of courage, friendship and even death, my love.” You looked at him surprised and Legolas looked even more taken aback than you, but you smiled and he seemed to lighten. “Forgive me, but I was driven to express my feelings.” You kissed Legolas on the cheek and he beamed, his heart was singing.

“It would be wrong of me not to encourage such affections, my love.” The words felt like honey in your mouth and you had no idea how to refer to Legolas as anything but.

“The Valar themselves have blessed me with you, my love.” Legolas kissed your hand again, in the moonlight his skin was even more gorgeous, his flowing platinum blonde hair was a cascade of beauty. He touched your beautiful hair, only admiring your beauty, to him you were the only elf in this room.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Thranduil was watching you intently. How his son only has eyes for you and how it seems that you are the same, also how you didn't even kiss him on the lips, how sweet and innocent you were.

“I give you my word Lord Elrond, your dear niece will be well taken care of in Mirkwood, she shall want for nothing.” Thranduil bows his head, and Elrond is relieved, he wants nothing but the best for you and it seems that you will have that in your new home.

It was now the end of the banquet, and you were ready to retire for the evening. You had the best time with Legolas, who was the only person that had your attention all night. Well, that wasn’t entirely the case, there was one person that you had fleeting glances with, the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil. The elf looked positively regal this evening, you could see where Legolas got his handsome features from, he was still as intimidating as you remembered but it also came with a great curiosity, what was he like? Legolas hasn’t mentioned him all evening, so you decided not to pry, your relationship was still in its earliest infancy and you didn't want to ruin anything, you couldn’t, you were to spend the eternity with Legolas, whatever curiosity you had of his father, it can be answered in the next few centuries.

“Should I accompany you to your chambers, my love?” The prince couldn’t even contain his smile when it came to you, his happiness was indeed contagious, you quickly realised that you loved that about Legolas.

“Of course, my love.” With your agreement, Legolas accompanied you to your chambers. The silence between the two of you was comforting, his arms were around your waist, his soft touch was heartening.

Once arriving at your door, Legolas put his hand on your cheeks and softly kissed your lips and it felt incredibly soft, your first kiss and it was perfect. His right hand moved to your hair, and his left hand to your waist, he was respectful and proper but also it felt good, his kiss was amazing.

“I've wanted to do this since I first laid my eyes on your form tonight.” His sultry voice gave you goosebumps, and you smiled fondly at him, the confession made you warm.

“One wonders if you have done it, and scandalised all of Rivendell, and most of all my uncle.” The two of you laughed softly. “You shall have all eternity to kiss my lips, and I yours.” Those prompted Legolas to kiss you again, and he twirled you around afterwards.

“You are such a tease, my love.” Legolas put you down in front of your door again. “I hope you have a great night’s sleep.” The Mirkwood Prince kisses your hand.

“You as well, my love.” With that, Legolas left and you entered your chambers.

Gracefully you removed the headpiece off of your head, your mind filled with thoughts of Legolas, but at the back of your mind, his father, Thranduil was ever present. His regal and imposing figure was etched in your mind, you still had many questions about the King but you were too intimidated to ask Legolas, even less ask Thranduil himself. Now you were ready for some rest, and your dreams shall be of Legolas, your beloved and future husband.

“You are delicious, absolutely irresistible.” The elf kissed your neck again, your breath was shallow, biting your lips to stop the moans from escaping. But he suddenly stopped kissing you and looked at you with such intensity that you were taken aback. “Never deprive me of your lovely noises, they are mine only.” He kissed your collarbones, your moans now no longer trapped on your throat. Your hands went to his platinum blonde hair, and you pulled it, this time he was the one making him moan.

“I want to consume you fully, tell me you are mine.” He whispers in your ear, his big hand pulling up your dress, touching your thigh as well.

“I’m yours, all yours.” You chanted, as if you were possessed by pure lust, perhaps you were.

“Yes, all mine.” His hand touched your pussy and your mouth opened slightly, a moan escaping. “No one else will ever satisfy you, not even Legolas.” His finger expertly entered you making you gasp, his thumb making small circles on your engorged clit.

“Thranduil.” You kiss him again, pulling his hair.

You wake up feeling aroused, the dream threw you off slightly, for a moment it was as if it was Legolas, but that was not the case, it was his aloof father. It was a great dream you cannot lie, but this was all it was, a fantasy, a childish fantasy. You got ready for the day, you were used to waking up quite early, so you decided to take a walk alongside the river.

The sun was shining and everything looked perfect, it was extremely helpful to calm your troubling thoughts about your eventful dream about the King of Mirkwood, you wondered if he behaved that way in real life. You felt guilty, you knew that Legolas would never appreciate the troubling thoughts you were thinking, it made you feel dirty.

“My Lady.” The velvety voice of King Thranduil stopped you in your tracks, you looked behind you and he looked positively regal, his broad shoulders were imposing, and his handsome features gave nothing away.

“King Thranduil, forgive me for I assumed to be the only one here.” You curtsied the elf king and he bowed his head to acknowledge you.

“I am quite accustomed to being awake in the early hours, I wasn’t expecting you to be an early bird.” His lips curled in a hint of a smile and you smiled as well, your opinion of him being intimidating was slowly eroding with a small smile.

“Since early infancy I have been awakening in the early hours, it is simply how I was made.” How are you being more open to your father-in-law than your beloved?

“And how perfectly made you are.” He whispered, his face and voice gave nothing away, it was as if he didn't say anything at all, but he was truly awaiting your reaction.

“Thank you, my King.” You had nothing else to say, of course his words provoked a reaction that you weren’t expecting, a reaction that Legolas didn't give you, your lips parted slightly and your pupils dilated, and of course, Thranduil noticed, it was the reaction he was aiming for.

“One must speak the truth as one sees it, wouldn’t you agree?” You nodded, afraid of what else you might reveal to Thranduil, you felt as if you weren’t in your body, as if he was controlling it. “I am incredibly pleased that you are to marry my son, no other has a beauty such as yourself, my Lady.” You smiled at him again, not finding the correct words on how to express yourself, were you uncomfortable? No, you were in fact quite at ease with the Mirkwood King, you were…not accustomed to such compliments, Legolas was the first one to be so unabashedly forthcoming in his infatuations, now you know from whom he gets it from.

“You are far too kind, my King.” Those are the only words you allowed yourself to utter in front of him in this moment, anything else might betray the thoughts or even worse, the dream you had about the King.

“I have been accused of many things, but kind hasn’t been uttered for a millenia.” He jests and it makes you laugh, it disarms you completely and Thranduil gets closer to yourself without you noticing it. He admires your features, the same way Legolas was but his eyes carry something heavier, something that Legolas doesn’t possess in his blue orbs.

Thranduil decides to push your boundaries once again, he gently grabs your hand and kisses it, holding eye contact for a few minutes. You say nothing, you are lost in his deep blue eyes, the storm of emotions held in them overwhelm you, but you dare not to move away, you want his warmth, you want his skin connected to yours, you didn't want this moment to ever end.

“Will I see you at the banquet tonight, my Lady?” His voice was sultry, it suited him completely. It invaded your senses in a way you didn't think possible, you felt it deep inside you.

“Of course, my King.” You smile, feeling the effect of his voice on your cheeks, they are warm.

“Then I shall see you then, for now I must attend urgent matters with Lord Elrond.” And just like that, he left you. And you missed his warmth and imposing presence, but you took a deep breath and carried on walking but the thoughts about Thranduil were now in the forefront of your mind.

The banquet came rather quickly, and you were speaking to Legolas, Arwen and Aragorn, but your eyes were looking for Thranduil, and he was speaking with Elrond and not looking in your direction. You were confused, did you do anything to make the King angry at you? He seemed so at ease in your company, but now it seems that he has been personally offended by your presence. But you tried to take your mind off of it, and enjoy your beloved’s company the best you could. Now after a few hours, it was only you and Arwen and you still have Thranduil in your mind, so you decide to ask Arwen some questions.

“Dear cousin, when you first met Aragorn…” You whispered to her, afraid of anyone listening in your conversation. “How did you feel? Did you feel things deep in your being?” Arwen smirked at you, she knew exactly what you were talking about.

“My dearest cousin, you are full of surprises.” Of course she would tease you about this. “Of course, and I am sure he will be quite understanding, share with him your troubles.” Arwen leaves your presence and you ponder on her words, maybe you should talk to Thranduil about this.

It was now time for Legolas to accompany you to your chambers again, and you barely spoke with him but you still enjoyed his company, but Thranduil invaded all of your thoughts this evening.

“My love, have I done something to offend you?” Looking at him shocked you fervently shook your head.

“There is nothing that you could ever do to offend me, my love.” You kissed his cheek again and he smiled at you. “Sweet dreams, my love.” Legolas kissed your cheek and went back to his chambers. Once he left you took a deep breath, you needed to speak with Thranduil.

As if you had summoned him, Thranduil appeared behind you and he looked as handsome as this morning, his crown made him look even more regal, his outfit made of the finest fabrics in Middle Earth and he seems to know how handsome he looks.

“My King.” You curtsied and he bowed his head in acknowledgement again, just like this morning.

“Forgive me for being so forward but you look absolutely ravishing this evening.” Again with his sultry voice, and the deep feelings within you come alive again.

“My King.” You enter your chambers but you leave the door open, Thranduil enters your most intimate room, not even Legolas has laid eyes on it, and here he is, inside your chambers, and it’s overwhelming. He locks the door and comes closer to you, his scent is overwhelming, his presence covers you completely. “Thranduil.” You whisper and he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.

“Yes, say my name again.” His arm goes around your waist and he pulls you closer to him, his strength was surprising when it shouldn’t be since you know he’s a formidable warrior.

“Thranduil.” You whisper again, you cannot help but to obey him. The King has an indescribable pull on you, almost as if you can’t help but be under his spell. “What have you done to me?” You look into his blue orbs, looking for an answer and he looks at you with nothing but desire.

He kissed you deeply and passionately, his other hand going to your hair to keep you in place, your hands placed on his broad shoulders. His tongue fighting for dominance with yours and without much of a fight he has it, his lips travel to your jaw, down to your neck, it reminds you of your dream. You moaned and Thranduil looked at you, he admires you with nothing but lust now.

 “You awakened something within me, things that I cannot describe.” Your fingers travel to his lips, they are perfect, incredibly soft.

“Desire, that is what I have awoken in you.” He kisses your neck, it seems that he can’t resist you, the same way you feel about him. “And you have done the same to myself, feelings that I thought were thoroughly killed within me.” Thranduil pulls you even closer, his warmth was all over your body and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“This is wrong, what about Legolas?” You are ashamed of your actions, thinking about your sweet Prince, and here you are entangled with the impetuous King.

“My son,” Thranduil raises your dress to your thigh. “Needs a wife, an heir,” Both of his hands put your dress around your waist, the cold air made you shiver, making you incredibly aware of how wet you were. “Which I do not, and I cannot justify a marriage to a lovely Lady,” He inserts a finger inside you, and you moan, he smirks. “Such as yourself.” His rhythm was slow, he was getting to your body, your sweet reactions.

“But I want you.” You whispered, eyes closed and lips parted. Thranduil had his gaze fixed upon you, you spoke your heart so freely, he envied that about you. “I need you.” With that, Thranduil inserted a second finger inside you, making you moan a bit louder, your hands holding his shoulders to stop you from losing your balance.

“You shall live in my kingdom, you will be mine.” He growled in your ear, already incredibly possessive of you, you might be his son’s bride, but in reality, you were his, fully.

“Thranduil.” He picked up his speed, the noises from your pussy were pornographic, he was making a mess between your legs. Thranduil felt your pussy contracting against his fingers.

“Let go, I want to own your sweet releases.” He whispers in your ear, his thumb goes to your clit, you scream and Thranduil puts his hand around your mouth. “We wouldn’t want us to be discovered, my Lady.” With your mouth covered, he picks up his pace and your breath gets shallow, your eyes roll to the back of your head, moans still escape but Thranduil looks at you with but lust. “Let go.” He whispers, and as if he had complete control over your body, you cum all over his fingers, Thranduil looks down, admiring your pussy and your juices. He helps you ride out your orgasm, he slowly removes his hand and kisses you more softly but still with the dominance expected from a King.

“What happened?” You asked after regaining your breath, even with Arwen being your best friend, you didn't have the courage to ask about more mature subjects such as this.

“When the pleasure I give you is too great, it releases in such a way, it is believed this is the biggest pleasure an elf can experience.” Thranduil removes his fingers and you immediately feel empty, but his fingers go to his mouth, tasting you in great delight. “And you are the sweetest of them all, my Lady.” He kisses you again and you also taste yourself in his tongue, you moan into his mouth.

“Is there more?” You genuinely wondered, which made the Mirkwood King laugh, a genuine and hearty laugh, something you never thought to hear from him.

“Of course there is, but this will be something you will experience in Mirkwood only.” Thranduil kisses your forehead, and looks at you with something that was hard for you to place. “Now, sleep.” He made sure that you were in bed, after sleep overtook you he watched you for a few minutes and left your chambers.

You woke up and somehow you felt different, you didn't remember seeing Thranduil leaving but you missed him, you missed his body close to yours, and especially his fingers inside you. He was the only thing in your mind, all consuming and the worst part of it was that he was leaving today for Mirkwood. You started to get ready for the day, and hopefully getting a glimpse of Thranduil.

Once you were ready, you went to the main hall and there it was Legolas saying his goodbyes to Thranduil. Both men stopped to look at you, Thranduil’s face gave nothing away, as usual and Legolas’ face lit up seeing you, his beloved.

“My love, my father is going back to our kingdom. But do not fret, we shall see him soon.” Legolas all but drags you to where his father is, and not for a second his eyes deviated from yourself.

“My King, I hope that your stay in Rivendell was satisfactory.” You curtsied him again, one thing that he loved seeing you do.

“It was, and I shall see you in Mirkwood, my Lady.” He bowed his head in acknowledgment, he knew that he couldn’t stay here for too long. Thranduil mounted his elk and looked at his son. “See you at your wedding, Legolas.” With that he left Rivendell and he didn't look back.

“My love, I want us to spend time together, as much as we can. I want to know everything about you.” Legolas kisses your hand and guides you away to the gardens, and your mind is still on Thranduil and when you would be able to see him again.

After a decade of you and Legolas staying in Rivendell, and often travelling to Gondor to meet with Arwen and Aragorn, it was time for your wedding. The worst part is that Thranduil didn't come to visit his son at all, all you had of him was in your memories. Your relationship with Legolas only grew stronger but you still had his father at the back of your mind, you felt guilty about the fact that when Legolas kissed you, you couldn’t help but compare it with the kiss you shared with Thranduil, and you felt even worse when Legolas’ kiss felt short as well.

All of your belongings were being carried to carriages, Legolas was getting his horse ready, he was so happy about finally taking you to Mirkwood but you were nervous, seeing Thranduil after all this time. After many dreams of him, after comparing father and son, you will see him again.

“My love, I received word from my father and he is overseeing every single detail about our ceremony, your dress is ready.” Legolas kisses you with great excitement, his happiness is contagious.

“Has your father chosen my dress?” This was odd but this fact made you warm inside.

“I hope that doesn’t displease you, my father thought of a worthy gift for our upcoming nuptials.” You smiled and kissed him, he was so considerate of your feelings, you couldn’t ask for a better husband, and yet, you wanted Thranduil to be your husband, instead of his son.

“I am most pleased with this arrangement, and our ceremony will be filled with laughter and love.” Legolas visibly relaxes and smiles again, his only goal in life is to make you happy.

“Well, we shall be in Mirkwood in no time.” Legolas helps you get on the horse, it will be a long journey but you love horseback riding.

Arwen and other elves are helping you get ready for your wedding, and Legolas gifted you a crown worthy of a Princess, it was sent to you by Legolas himself and Arwen is carefully placing it on your perfectly made hair. You look stunning but the feeling at the pit of your stomach, the feeling that you should be marrying a King, not a Prince.

“You look even more stunning than myself at my own wedding, dear cousin.” Arwen hugs you from behind, he couldn’t be happier for you, she thought that you and Legolas were perfect for each other.

“The Queen of Gondor tells deceitful lies.” The two of you laughed and you hugged her.

“Are you ready?” You nod at Arwen, and she takes you to the room where Elrond and Aragorn were waiting for the two of you.

“You are a vision, dear niece.” Elrond kisses you, he will be the one to take you to Legolas, he will give you away to Legolas, while Thranduil watches.

You are now a married woman, and you married Legolas. Thranduil didn't take his eyes off of you, he is discreet but you feel his blue orbs on you, the King of Mirkwood has an intense but discreet stare. You were speaking with Mirkwood Lords and Ladies, they were incredibly pleasant and already addressing you as a Princess of Mirkwood. Legolas is now drinking with the dwarf, Gimli, he is boisterous but a good dwarf at heart.

“Will you be a more involved Princess in Mirkwood matters, Princess?” You smiled at the elves, it was overwhelming to think that you were a representative of Mirkwood, in Rivendell you could just be you.

“Whatever the kingdom requires of me it shall be done.” They smiled at your graceful answer, and conversation went back to a more pleasant subject.

It was now late at night, and you were getting ready to go to bed. You went to Legolas who was still drinking with Gimli, who was encouraging Legolas to drink even more.

“Shall we retire for the evening, my love?” You enquire and Legolas looks at you with a smile.

“You will have the elf for yourself for the rest of the days, lassie…let him drink.” He puts yet another glass of alcohol on Legolas’ hands making the two of you laugh.

“Alright, dwarf.” You kissed Legolas. “You shall have him today, and only today.” Legolas kissed you again, with nothing but love in his eyes.

“I will come later, my love.” You nod your head and go back to the room where you got ready, for some reason it didn't feel right to be in Legolas’ room without him. 

You were removing your jewels, and your crown, the room wasn’t lit but somehow you enjoyed only the moonlight entering the room. You admired the crown, it looked so pretty, and it made it real that you were now a Princess, the Princess of Mirkwood. But you were still imagining if instead of the crown of a Princess it would be the crown of a Queen.

“Do you approve of the crown, Princess?” His voice startled you, he was in the dark corner of the room. He slowly raises and comes closer to you, his skin, hair and crown illuminated but the moonlight, he was utterly perfect.

“Of course, my King.” You curtsied him, and looked away, you were angry at him for ignoring you for a decade. “My apologies, I was not aware that you were in this room. I shall take my leave.” You turned around but he came closer to you, his broad chest against your back, his nose against the tip of your ear.

“Stay.” He whispers. “Please.” He begs, and you knew that he doesn’t do this lightly, a King never begs.

“Why should I? You haven’t spoken to me in a whole decade, you made your position as clear as a summer day.” His hand removes the laces of your wedding dress, the wedding dress that he chose especially for you.

“I wanted your relationship to flourish with my son, he deserves to be happy.” After undoing the knots of your dress, he removes it from your figure, it goes around your feet. “You deserve to be happy, I am being incredibly selfish by being here but I do not care, Legolas cares more about drinking with that dwarf than his precious wife.” Thranduil kisses your neck, his long fingers touching your collarbone, and his other hand around your waist. “Do not deny me, I will not bear it.” You turn around and kiss him, he quickly brought you closer to his chest.

“Never ignore me again, Thranduil.” The seriousness in your voice made him nod solemnly, he didn't want you to be disappointed, ever.

“I will never.” His hand went to your face and he kissed you again, he removes your smallclothes and you are now naked right in front of the King. He stops to admire your perfect body, your skin, committing to memory every single detail about yourself. “But I must let you know that you are mine, and I would never let my son have you first.” His words had such an effect on you, you were soaked.

“Why do you say such things?” Thranduil knew that those words affected you and he loved the fact that simply his words could make you like this, lips parted, and wet.

“Because it's the truth, Princess.” He looked at your nipples and they were hard, he grabbed one of your breasts and put your nipple in his mouth, you closed your eyes and put your hands on his luscious blonde hair, moaning. His skilled tongue swirled around your nipple and he was driving you crazy, you could only concentrate in the pleasure he was giving you. Thranduil lets go of your nipple with a pop and he looks at you. “Do you have any idea how much I had to restrain myself from claiming you that day in your chambers?” He guides you to the bed, he lays you and kisses your body, he starts with your collarbone.

“Thranduil, I want to feel you, you’re fully clothed.” You noted and he smirked, he removed his tunic first, then his boots, and later his shirt, followed by his trousers. You looked in awe at his perfect body lit by the moonlight.

“Is that enough?” He was enjoying the fact of how desperate you were for him, the level of desire was truly the same. “Open your legs for me.” You immediately obeyed and he was quickly between them, you looked at him and his cock, it was big and girthy, was that supposed to enter you? He must’ve seen the panic in your face because his eyes softened slightly. “You have nothing to fear, I will make sure that you are ready for me.” Thranduil kissed your breasts, then your abdomen, then your mound, he positioned your legs on your shoulders and then you felt it.

His tongue on your clit, you arched your back, you remember how good his fingers felt inside you but that was nothing compared to his tongue. He sucks on your clit and you moan, the pleasure radiating all over your body, it was such a different pleasure, totally foreign but as if you were made to be pleasured by Thranduil’s tongue.

“Oh, Thranduil.” You moaned and that encouraged him to pick up his pace, he was eating you out as if a man starved, all of your juices going to his chin, his tongue skilfully on your clit then to your entrance, he was fucking you with his tongue, your moans were a holy symphony for Thranduil’s ear, he would kill anything and everything to hear it the rest of eternity. 

He knew that you were close, despite spending so little time together he already knew your body more than you knew yourself. Thranduil picks up the pace and sucks on your clit again, you can feel your orgasm approaching. “Let go for me.” Again, your body obeyed his words and you came even harder than last time, you knew that it was different, it was more intense and you screamed. Thranduil helps you ride out your high, kissing your inner thigh, and admiring you falling apart. “You looked even more gorgeous falling apart.” Your breathing was still shallow, you were trying to catch your breath, and you felt the sheets being wet underneath you.

“What happened?” You look at your lover confused, and he smiles and kisses you.

“The humans named it ‘squirting’, it happens with a female when the pleasure is too great.” Thranduil kisses your abdomen and coming closer to you, he puts your nipple in his mouth, he sucks on them with fervour. Thranduil kissed you and you tasted yourself on his tongue, you felt the tip of your cock on your pussy.

“Once we are intimate this way, we cannot stop this.” You knew what he was doing, he was giving you a way out, but deep down the two of you knew that you cannot stop this even if you tried. To answer him, you kissed him and that way Thranduil had all the confirmation he needed.

Thranduil aligns himself and starts thrusting, he looks at you with so much lust and admiration, his face contorted in pleasure, the same as yours, his grunts and your moans making a pornographic symphony, your nails go to his back, you were trying to ground yourself due to the tsunami of pleasure invading all of your senses, you kissed Thranduil and he kissed your jaw and neck, he got his mouth close to your ear, his thrusts were slow and deep.

“You feel perfect around me.” He whispered and you clench around him, causing him to grunt. “You seem to respond well to praise, darling.” You felt your nipples against his chest, and the pleasure was coming to a breaking point again, his grunts and moans were like music to your ears. “I can feel that you are close, let go for me, darling.” He whispered again and you were clenching around his cock, you never felt so full as you are now, his cock is huge inside you and it’s bringing you even closer to the edge.

“Thranduil.” You moaned his name and you came around his cock, he grunted and you felt yourself spill inside you.

“You are perfect, darling.” Thranduil kissed you and he removed himself from you, and you felt empty. Thranduil laid down and put you on top of him, you could hear his heartbeat.

“What happens now, Thranduil?” You looked at him, you needed his reassurance since you wouldn’t let him go at all.

“I do not know but I will never let you go, darling.” He kissed your forehead and you fell into a peaceful sleep.

[panboba]

I have an idea about tfa Sentinel but It's a very very very very long story. But in short, I want Sentinel to have an existential crisis when he sees other tf verses. I prefer the idea it was tarn showing the truth because he’s behind the multiverse plan.

He sees his other versions, he sees that tfp Sentinel was brutally killed, he sees idw Sentinel is hated by everyone and ends up failing to meet his goal, he sees bay Sentinel getting brutally killed by his best friend other version because he sided with the Decepticons. Then he finally sees that tfo Sentinel killed the primes, work with the quintessons, and was a heartless ruler that ruined Cybertron. Sentinel tried to denied what he saw, he gets furious at Tarn, accusing him of lying but Tarn just laughs. Tarn tells the blue mech that's the truth, that Sentinel is nothing more but a pathetic bastard that everyone hates and just dies, with nothing but humiliation.

Sentinel starts being anxious and angry, until Tarn says, "Matter of fact, you are practically an anomaly because you were never meant to be with Optimus". Sentinel gets confused, and tarn shows him the multiverse again, he sees a trio, g1, it's Optimus, Elita and...Megatron, he's not there... why is Megatron there and not him. He looks to another verse, and again not him, but Megatron and he looks again and again again, and no sign of him, but only Megatron. He realizes that Optimus and Elita were not for him, but for Megatron. He's just shocked, he has no words to say...he thought...but that would mean...b-but... Tarn just starts laughing, "Oh did someone just had a reality check? Awww, you realize that your dear Optimus and what was her name? Oh yeah! Elita! Did you thought they were meant for you?". Tarn just keeps laughing. Sentinel starts getting emotional but he tries to fight tarn pitifully since many thoughts are running through his mind. Tarn just smirks as he easily is blocking Sentinel's attacks, "You know what's the best part? You don't matter at the end, you were meant to be the shadow of Optimus, you were meant to make Megatron look better, don't you get it? Your whole existence is just useless, the world would be better without you".

Sentinel gets distracted by Tarn's hurtful words and gets push down on his chassis. Tarn gets on top of him and grabs his chin. "As a matter of fact, you meet the same fate as your other verses". Sentinel sees himself has taken the Matrix and tries to kill Megatron only to lead death towards himself and... the Jettwins. "NOOOOOOO!!!!!", Sentinel screams out as he mourns for the jettwins. Tarn just smiles and forcefully makes Sentinel sees his corpse and the Jettwins', "Now don't be like that, you should embrace your fate, man I feel pity for those small seekers, they died at your selfish hands".

Sentinel screams out and pushes Tarn off him, Sentinel starts beating the spark out of Tarn. Tarn starts to struggle and he sees that one of the multiverse portals are open. Tarn tries to move but Sentinel refuse to let him out of his sight. Tarn then sees a gun lying there and grabs it, as Sentinel runs up to him, Tarn shoots him, making Sentinel to stop moving and fall to the ground. He's been hit close to his spark, he tries to crawl towards Tarn as he loosing power or consciousness. Tarn looks down on him and just pushes him with his pede into the multiverse portal. Tarn is convinced the useless stupid blue mech will die shortly.

[morallygrayboys]

Wally Clark NSFW! alphabet

Requested by the lovely @notheoneuneed

I lowkey giggled so much when writing this. Thanks for the request!!! ♡

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If anyone wants me to turn this into a fic like "alphabet soup" by the amazing, @whoopsyeahokay , I would be happy to! ♡ (For real, tho, that fic got me through so many boring class periods, and it needs more recognition! 😪)

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A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man FOR SURE is an aftercare king! He makes sure his partner is cleaned up, hydrated, and well cared for. I feel like he's definitely the type of man to run a bath for his partner if he was a little rough, or just in general.

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wally is a big boy, so I feel like his favorite part of HIS body would be his hands. Being able to hold his partner close to him is a must for intercourse. He 100% uses those fingers to his advantage. 🤭

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's get one thing straight. Wally may have been an 80s jock and a bully, but he treats his lady RIGHT. He is not cumming anywhere but inside her, condom or not. With her permission, of course. He would never disrespect his lady by painting her with his cum like a common whore. #gentleman

D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don't think he has any, to be honest. I feel like he'd be very open and honest with his partner about what he likes/ is willing to do.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This man has been dead for 40 years... He's got experience. For those saying, "Well, he hasn't had anyone to practice with," the man probably found a way to fulfill his needs.

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Easy. Wally is a sensitive, romantic soul. He loves and craves intimacy, which missionary gives. He's the type of person to look into his partners eyes as they reach climax.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy, he's a silly goofy boy. It's a very intimate act, so he'll try and lighten the mood if it's your first time to make you more comfortable.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's got a little stubble. C'mon, guys, he's been stuck in school for 40 years. There's not much to work with. But he does try his best to keep it well managed.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said before, this man is a GENTLEMAN. He will not cum before you, and will make sure you cum at least twice before he does. He will definitely hold you as close to him as possible when he cums. Giving kisses to your body as you come down from your high, and giving encouraging words/praise the whole time.

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He's been trapped in high school for 40 years. There's no way that someone hasn't caught him "relieving himself" at some point. He'll definitely jack off to a polaroid of you.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation. He loves to make his partner cum multiple times. It gives him a sense of accomplishment and pride that he made his partner feel so good.

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

Wally is not picky. He will take you anywhere you let him. The gym, the football field, the cafeteria, the hallway during passing period. If you say yes, this man is taking FULL advantage of that consent.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything and everything. This man LOVES you with all his heart. Anything you do turns him on. If you even breathe the same air as him, he gets hard.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think the only thing that he wouldn't do would be anything that disrespects or hurts his partner.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes giving and receiving, but he prefers giving. He loves to feel the way his partner shakes and loves hearing their whines as he makes them cum.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'll go at whatever pace you ask, but if he's in a particular mood, girl, you better hold tf on because he's gonna take you to pound town.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes. The answer is yes. He will take you anywhere any chance he can get it. He loves to be intimate with his partner, mostly to let everyone know that they belong to him.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He usually likes to keep it simple, but if you ask him, I'm sure he won't mind trying something new. He would definitely take the risk of a pregnancy just to feel himself filling you up and marking you in a primal way that only HE can.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh honey, this man can go forever. That man is a big boy athlete and can go on, and on, and on, WELL after you've finished.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He'd probably use a vibrator on his partners clit while he ruts deep into them, maximizing their pleasure and his. He loves to hear the whimpers that you'd make, it just eggs him on even more.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a tease. Wally will edge you until you BEG for him to make you cum, drawing out your pleasure just to make you fucking EXPLODE. And he'll do it with a smile on his face.

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. Loud Asf. He wants the world to know how good you make him feel, and he'll let you know, too. He'll tell you things like, "fuckk, you're doing so good, baby." "Keep going, just like that," and so on.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Your first time with him is very romantic, he's got a bed set up, there's flowers and music, the whole package. There's nothing he won't do to make you feel comfortable.

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big boy. Big, big boy. I'm saying like 7-8 inches. He's both a grower AND a shower. He's 6 inches soft, which you can tell from the scenes with him wearing sweatpants.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like I said before, if he's horny, he'll let you know. And then he'll go until you tell him to stop. Wally LOVES you and is NOT afraid to let anyone and everyone know.

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on how long you let him go for, but he'll usually hold you close to him and rub your back until you fall asleep. He's a protector, so he won't sleep until he knows you're safe.

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