#and trepidatiously excited.

[kingofattolia]

Lars Mikkelson as Thrawn!!!!

[m4rv3l-girl]

Vanilla - Part 2

Bucky x Y/N

Bucky gets the rope out….

Note: Plenty of you guys asked for it 😉

Part 1 if you missed it

Requests Open!

Warnings: Smut. Fingering. Unprotected P in v sex. Rope play.

Bucky’s thumb brushed over the length of rope in his hand, glancing toward the bedroom where the soft light spilled out into the hallway.

He’d spent weeks considering how to approach this, almost as long as he’d kept his promise to her, with his mind turning over possibilities and wondering if this might be the perfect answer to her casual suggestion one evening to “spice things up.”

After a few conversations and a fair share of nerve-steeling, he’d finally worked up the courage to present the idea. His palms felt a bit clammy, and a rare touch of nervousness flickered through him. Bucky wasn’t exactly known for restraint once he was certain about something, but he wanted tonight to be careful, to listen, to read every signal she might send.

Bucky stepped into the bedroom, watching her gaze shift from the paperback she’d been reading to the length of braided silk in his hands. He had barely even spoken a word, but your lips curved upward slightly, cheeks already warming.

“Bucky,” she murmured, sitting up against the headboard. “What’s that?”

“Just a little something I picked up,” he replied, his voice low and easy, though his pulse felt anything but. “Figured I’d keep my word. Thought this might be fun, but I want it to be perfect, too. So… if you’re interested?”

She set her book aside, tilting her head as her eyes scanned over him, a playful glint surfacing. “Oh, so we’re really doing this,” she teased, arching a brow. “Go on, tell me what you had in mind.”

Bucky’s grin widened as he moved to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. He took her hand, running his thumb along the back of it slowly. “I’d be taking my time with you,” he murmured, his tone velvet. “Tying you up, doing what I want to you. You’d feel safe, yeah?” His eyes searched hers, waiting for any sign of hesitance, any flicker that might suggest otherwise.

When none came, his confidence swelled.

“Close your eyes for me, Kitten?” he whispered.

She hesitated for only a beat before obliging, settling back as her lashes fluttered shut, and Bucky took a moment to study her like this. Completely relaxed, utterly trusting, each breath she took grounding him as he felt the warmth in his chest settle into something far deeper. He brushed his knuckles along her jawline, leaving a delicate trail as his voice filled the silence.

“Now, if you ever feel uncomfortable… you’ll tell me, right?”

Y/N nodded, barely suppressing a shiver at the deliberate slowness of his touch, his hand ghosting over the curve of her shoulder before resting at her collarbone. He took his time, letting the moment stretch. Then, with almost ceremonial slowness, he looped the rope around one of her wrists, keeping his motions precise and featherlight.

His voice softened, barely above a whisper. “Does this feel alright?”

“Perfect,” she murmured, the word rolling off her lips almost dreamily. her skin tingled, every little movement and brush of his fingertips amplified as he continued working with skill and patience, never once letting the rhythm falter. It wasn’t long before he was binding her other wrist, each knot soft yet securely in place, made for her alone.

He watched her reaction, noting every shift and breath, studying her like he was trying to memorize each response. “I told you I’d keep it interesting, didn’t I?” His words were a gentle tease, but beneath them lay a genuine affection that pulsed in the space between them.

He took her hands in his, leaning close until his breath fanned over her cheek. “You know we can stop if you want.”

When he finally secured the knot with a flourish, she tested the bind, finding it firm yet yielding to the touch. "Ready?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for one final nod of consent before the real fun began.

Her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation, Y/N nodded her reassurance.

Bucky's eyes lit up with a gentle thrill at her trust, his touch growing bolder as he trailed the rope up her arm, his fingertips leaving a delicious friction in their wake. With the same meticulous care, he began to bind her other wrist, the rope whispering against her skin. Each loop and tug was a silent promise of pleasure yet to come, a dance of restraint that thrummed with a newfound intimacy

As he worked, he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning across her face. "Relax," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm."I'll take care of you."

The final knot was tied, and he placed a tender kiss on her bound wrist, the gesture a silent reassurance that she was safe with him. With both her wrists secure, Bucky took a moment to admire his handiwork, his eyes lingering on the stark contrast of the rope against her pale skin.

He could see the goosebumps that had risen in response to his touch and the quickening of her pulse in the vein at the base of her throat. Satisfied with her comfort and his own growing desire, Bucky stood, the rope in his hand pulling her gently towards the edge of the bed.

He had more plans for the rope, and for the bound beauty before him, eager to explore the new dimensions of trust and desire that this playful bondage had introduced into their relationship.

Guiding her with the rope, Bucky directed Y/N to stand in front of the full-length mirror that dominated one wall of their room.

He secured her bound wrists to the top of the bedpost, ensuring she was standing with her face to the mirror.

The position allowed her to see everything that was happening in the reflection, which only heightened the excitement coursing through her body. His eyes never left hers in the mirror as he stepped back to appreciate the erotic tableau they created together. He could see the way her chest heaved with each shallow breath, the way her pupils had dilated with anticipation.

"Spread your legs," he instructed softly, and she obeyed, the rope around her wrists pulling taut as she leaned back slightly. The anticipation grew as he picked up the trailing rope, using it to create a soft, figure-eight loop around one ankle, then the other, before securing them both to the bottom corners of the bed. The tension in the ropes created a delicate tug, keeping her legs apart and exposed to his hungry gaze.

Y/N felt vulnerable yet incredibly powerful in her submission, and the look of admiration and desire in Bucky's eyes reflected back at her only amplified her arousal.

The air was charged with a new kind of energy, one that promised an unforgettable experience that would deepen the bond between them.

With Y/N now fully bound and exposed before him, Bucky took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her vulnerability. The ropes framed her body like an erotic sculpture, accentuating her curves and leaving her most sensitive areas open to his exploration. His heart raced with a mix of excitement and tenderness as he took in the sight of her, the trust she placed in him making him feel more connected to her than ever before.

He stepped closer, his hands tracing the rope that held her in place, his fingertips brushing lightly against her skin. "You look absolutely breathtaking," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He could see the reflection of her blush in the mirror, the way her eyes darkened with desire.

Moving with the grace of a predator, Bucky leaned in to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin just hard enough to make her gasp.

He felt the shiver that ran through her body and knew he had her full attention. With the rope as his guide, he began to explore her body, his hands following the path the restraints had laid out for him. His touch grew firmer, more demanding, as he cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples until they peaked beneath the fabric of her shirt.

The moan that escaped her lips was music to his ears, spurring him on. His hands moved lower, tracing the contours of her torso, the fabric of her clothing the only barrier between them.

He watched in the mirror as her hips swayed, searching for the friction she craved, and he knew it was time to remove that final obstacle. With a deft twist of his hand, he pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her nakedness to the cool air and his heated gaze.

With a low groan of need, Bucky stepped back, his eyes never leaving Y/N's reflection.

He took a moment to appreciate the art he had created, her body bound and open to his every whim. He reached down, his hand caressing her inner thigh before sliding up to graze the damp fabric of her panties.

Y/N's hips bucked in response, and he knew she was ready. With a wicked smirk, he bent down, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "Patience, darling." He gently slid her panties aside, revealing her glistening folds. His thumb began to circle her clit, the pressure just enough to keep her on edge. "Like this?" he asked, watching the play of pleasure on her face.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she nodded, the only answer she could give as she focused on the sensations building within her. Bucky's other hand slid behind her, one finger slipping inside her with a slow, deliberate ease that had her gasping for more. He watched as she strained against the ropes, the tension in her body echoing the tension in his own.

His movements grew more insistent, his finger curling to find that sweet spot deep within her.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing and the faint rustle of the ropes against the bedpost as she writhed in response to his touch. The whole situation had her teetering on the edge of release within seconds. He knew he had her on the precipice, and with one final, firm stroke, he sent her hurtling over the edge, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.

As she rode the waves of pleasure, Bucky removed his hand, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

As the final tremors of Y/N's climax subsided, Bucky couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He stood up, his own desire clear in the tightness of his jeans.

He stepped closer, his erection pressing against her thigh as he reached up to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. "Ready for more, Doll?" he asked, his voice gruff with need. She nodded eagerly, her eyes pleading for him to continue. With a smirk, Bucky took the rope attached to her ankle and began to loop it around his hand, creating a physical bond between them.

The sight of them bound together in such a primal, intimate way was almost too much for her to handle. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was filled with the promise of more pleasure to come. His hands began to explore her body once again, his touch growing more urgent as their passion flared.

He knew that the next steps in their erotic dance would push them both further, but the trust shining in her eyes was all the reassurance he needed to proceed.

His fingers trailed the ropes up her legs, caressing her skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. With a gentle tug, he guided her closer to the bed, the rope still taut between them.

He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, "On the bed, on your back."

He watched as she complied, the rope around her ankles stretching with the movement, keeping her legs open and accessible to him. Bucky climbed onto the bed, his gaze never leaving hers, and positioned himself between her thighs. He knew he was going to give her a night she would never forget, a testament to the love and trust that had grown between them. With a final, lingering kiss, he began to unbuckle his belt, the sound of it hitting the floor like a starting pistol for the passionate marathon that was about to unfold.

As Bucky freed himself from the confines of his pants, his erection stood proud and ready, a clear reflection of his desire.

He reached down, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand before his fingers slid down her neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone, and then further down to tease her hardened nipples. She arched her back, gasping into this neck as his thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled the sensitive flesh.

The anticipation was exquisite, her body trembling with need.

With a low growl, Bucky leaned over her, his eyes dark with passion. He claimed her mouth once again, the kiss deep and demanding, as he positioned his hips in alignment with hers. He felt her wetness against his shaft, and the heady scent of her arousal filled the room.

He knew she was ready.

With one swift movement, he pushed into her, the ropes holding her in place as she moaned into his mouth.

Her inner walls clenched around him, welcoming his intrusion, and he knew in that moment that this was where he belonged – deep inside her, connected in every way possible. The feel of her bound and open to him was intoxicating, and he began to move with a rhythm that matched the racing of their hearts.

He grabbed the rope in his flesh hand, pulling it up, pinning her wrists above her head as his hips continue relentlessly.

Each stroke was deliberate and powerful, as if to claim her soul with every thrust. He watched her eyes roll back, her breaths come in shallow gasps, and knew she was lost to the sensation as much as he was.

Their bodies moved in a symphony of passion, the ropes that bound her serving as a silent testament to their mutual surrender. His strokes grew deeper and more urgent, each one setting her nerves alight with pleasure that built higher and higher.

Her hands gripped the bed sheets, pulling them taut as she tried to hold on to something amidst the whirlwind of sensation.

Bucky's eyes never left hers, the connection between them growing stronger with every shared moan and every intimate touch. His metal thumb found her clit, and with expert precision, he began to rub it in slow figure eights that had her hips squirming up against him, seeking more of the delicious friction.

The intensity of their union grew as Bucky's thumb continued to tease her, his eyes dark with desire and focus. He could feel her body tightening around him, each pulse of her core a silent plea for release. He increased his pace, the slap of their skin filling the room, echoing the pounding of their hearts.

Suddenly, Y/N’s body tensed, her eyes widening as the first waves of her climax crashed over her.

She cried out, her muscles clenching around Bucky's shaft as he felt her release, her entire body shuddering beneath him. The sight of her pleasure was his undoing, and with a final, powerful thrust, he too found his release, their mingled cries of ecstasy piercing the quiet of the room.

For a moment, they remained connected, both of them lost in the aftershocks of their shared passion. Then, with a gentle kiss, Bucky pulled out and reached for the ropes, releasing her from her bonds with the same care with which he had bound her. They collapsed onto the bed, their limbs tangled, hearts racing, and bodies slick with sweat.

Bucky had carefully untangled the ropes from her body, his movements tender and caring.

He could feel the delicate balance between her post-orgasmic bliss and the beginnings of her sleepyness. He didn't want her to feel cold or uncomfortable, so he scooped her up into his arms, feeling her weight settle against him comfortably. "You okay, Doll?" he murmured into her ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine.

She nodded, her eyes still closed, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Where are we going?” She murmured.

He carried her to the bathroom, the cool air brushing against her skin making her shiver. “You need to pee, Kitten.” He set her down gently beside the toilet, his hand never leaving her waist to ensure she was steady on her feet. He watched with gentle concern as she did what she needed to do, his own satisfaction momentarily forgotten as he focused on her well-being.

When she was done, he picked her back up, cradling her against his chest, and walked back to the bed, placing her down gently before climbing in beside her.

He pulled the covers over them both, wrapping her in his warmth as they lay there, hearts gradually slowing, bodies still humming with the echoes of their shared ecstasy. He kissed her forehead, stroking her hair back from her face, and whispered sweet nothings into her ear as she curled into him, feeling cherished and protected.

“You’re so perfect, Honey. My best girl.”

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Soooo…You all wanted Bucky to get the rope out, did he do well..? 🤔

[elliewithcellie]

maybe eddie or steve and fem!single mom reader with a son who’s SUPER shy and doesn’t talk much around strangers…but they’re over at reader’s place one night recently after they’ve been introduced to your son making dinner and having a cozy night in…

you’re making dinner and you hear giggles and neither of your boys are anywhere to be found…so you go searching and find them playing with hot wheels or figurines together and it’s just too sweet

This is just such a cute idea I can't handle it. I picked Steve for this. I hope you like it! wc: 1.0k

Dino Drawings

The knock on your door stirred you from your focus.

“Shoot,” you muttered. “Shoot, shoot, shoot.”  Boiling water threatened to wade over the pot’s rim, and the red sauce bubbled, spraying out onto the counters and your blouse.

A little hand tugged on the hem of your shirt. “Mom, a knock.”

“I know, baby. It’s Mr. Steve. Come greet him with me.” You set your stove to a simmer and headed for the door, your son following close behind.

Steve stood in the entryway with flowers in his hands and a trepidatious smile on his face. “Am I early?” he asked.

“No, no,” you sighed. “I’m late. These are lovely, thank you.”

Your son peeked out behind your leg, his eyes wide as he gazed up at Steve.

“Hey, big guy!” Steve said, crouching to his level. “Long time, no see.”

Your little boy stayed put, his eyes now on you.

“Say hi, Sammy.”

A small hi was all his little voice could muster up before sprinting away into the kitchen.

Steve stood back up and chuckled, shaking his head.

“Sorry,” you said.

“I’m not worried. We’ll get there.” Steve’s smile relaxed as he pulled you closer with his free arm. He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, fleeting, but loving, nonetheless. “You’ve got sauce on your face,” he said as he used his thumb to wipe it off. “We having Italian?”

“A lame attempt,” you chuckled. “Come in. Come in before I burn something.”

Steve closed the door behind you and followed you into the kitchen.

“I can take those from you,” you said, hands out for the flowers.

“I got it, hon,” Steve said. “Sam can help me get these in water, right bud?”

Sam stood behind the table, barely peering over, and to your surprise, nodded.

“Come on, bud. Help me find a vase.”

You watched as Sam and Steve worked together to fill a vase with water. Steve cut the stems and handed them to Sam where he placed each flower carefully, one by one. They shared scrunched eyebrows as they focused on the task at hand. A warmth washed over you. Watching the boys distracted you from the food entirely until sauce splattered against your forearms.

“Ouch, ouch, shoot!” you grumbled. You wiped the sauce from your arms and sighed. As much as you didn’t want the cuteness overload to end, you had to finish dinner.

“Baby,” you called out. Both boys looked up from where they set the flowers. You laughed, your cheeks slightly rouging at the miscommunication.

“Sammy,” you corrected, “why don’t you show Mr. Steve your dinosaur drawings in your room?”

“No way, dino drawings?” Steve asked. “You’ve been holding out on me!”

Sam’s eyes brightened at Steve’s words. He remained silent but smiled up at Steve before zooming out of the kitchen and down the hall. He peeked around the corner of the hall and waved for Steve to follow him.

You felt as happy as Steve looked. Steve grinned ear to ear as if he couldn’t contain his excitement. “Alright, bud. Let’s see ‘em,” he called out as he all but jogged to catch up to your little boy. You turned back toward the stove, a smile refusing to leave your lips.

Thirty minutes later, the Chicken Parm was finally to temperature. You pulled the food from the oven. You grabbed three plates from the cabinet and set them down at the table. Seeing the third spot of your table filled pleased you to no end. You set out forks and napkins and dished out the spaghetti onto each plate. You relished in the silence, the lack of distractions. You finished setting the table and stood up straight. No distractions are a bad sign when you have children.

“Boys?” you called. No answer.

“Hmm,” you mumbled. You headed down the hall on your toes, sneaking around in your own home. Sam’s door had shut, but light peered through the crack, muffled ramblings permeating through.

You knocked and entered. Your boys looked up at you underneath a makeshift tent made of Sam’s comforter and a plastic hockey stick. Crayons of all colors and sizes rolled around over the construction paper that splayed across the floor in disarray.

“What do we have here?” you asked, hands on your hips.

“We’re drawing, Mom. Look! Mr. Steve said my drawings were cool, and that his favorite was the triceratops. I told him mine was the pterodactyl, and then I pulled out my crayons, and he said we should draw you one, and”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Your shy little boy going on and on in front of Steve, all thanks to Steve. Sam was comfortable. You kept your tears at bay as you watched your son be himself.

“This one we made for you,” Sam said. He held up a picture for you. In it was a long-necked dinosaur and three people standing next to it labeled Sam, Mom, and Mr. Steve. Above it, in different handwriting, were the words “I love Mom”.

“You made this for me?” you asked.

“You said the brontosaurus was your favorite, so I put us all with it,” Sam said smiling up at you.

“I love it, sweetie. Thank you. Now, go wash your hands, ok? Dinner is ready.”

Sam dashed out of his room, leaving you and Steve crouching under the tent. You rested your head on his. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Me?” Steve asked. “No, that’s all him.” He pressed his lips against your temple.

“He said it was your idea to draw something for me?”

“It was a collaboration.”

“Was it your idea to write ‘I love Mom’ then?”

Steve lifted his hand in surrender. “You caught me, there. But I made a mistake.” Steve leaned back to look at you. “I should have written ‘We love Mom’.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Your cheeks flushed pink, but you smiled, nonetheless. You leaned in and gave him a proper kiss on his lips for the first time tonight. “We love you, too, Mr. Steve. Now, let’s eat before it gets cold.”

Steve held you in your son’s makeshift tent for just a moment longer before following you into the kitchen.

[silentium-symphony]

Spoiled Rotten (Link x Reader) SMUT

(a/n) needed a break from now watch me whip, so here's some smut :) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

i didn’t really mean to make a sequel for Starved, it just kinda happened 💀 can def stand alone tho! i don't typically write a dominant reader, but i had a lot of fun trying smth new :) i hope you enjoy ♡

cw: afab!reader, mentioned somnophilia (like one line), swearing, nice and fluffy in the beginning, ya'll being absolute BRATS to each other oml, taking turns dominating the other :), link once again having the dirtiest mouth in the world, spreading you on all fours, riding link like the gorgeous stallion he is

wc: 5.8k

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Passerine warbles teased your consciousness from the lands of slumber to the realm of morning. A curtain of colors whisped behind your eyelids and you felt the warmth of the sunbeam conveniently placed on your eyes; cracking them open a smidgen spelled the death of your pupils as you were immediately blinded by its solar glory.

Your head lulled to the side, still very much weighted by sleep, and came face-to-face with your lightly snoring husband. His golden brows were pulled into a relaxed arch, no longer featuring a drawn, terse look. His cheeks, smushed into the pillow, slotted perfectly in your hand and you stroked them fondly. A soft moan left him and you could feel the little bits of tension in his jaw disappear completely. Looking further down, you saw his neck and chest littered with hickeys galore; your lips tingled hotly.

You lifted the arm that was dangled loosely over your waist with great care, gauging his expression for any hint of discomfort or arousal. You were genuinely shocked he didn't slug his arm over you and hug you tighter as he normally would. While setting his arm down in front of you, you saw bright red scratch marks running up and down his arms. Highlights of last night pervaded your mind and it took a considerable amount of mental fortitude to not start grinding against his bare member. Additionally, thinking about how he abused your cunt with his incessant pounding started to fill you up with post-orgasm sleepiness--not what you wanted when you were trying to get out of bed.

And he did all that right after he got back. Y'know... It makes sense why he'd be knocked out.

Your lips ghosted atop his twitching eyelids while you slinked out of bed and oNTO THE FLOOR OH SWEET HYLIA

A hand flew to the corner of your bedstand and you somehow managed to catch yourself before you ate shit. Link really diddly darn fucked you 'til your legs gave out, huh? Can't say you were complaining--

You hauled yourself up, your knees shivering and buckling from the arduous task of existing in an upright position. You scooted closer to your shared dresser, the smooth walls acting as support, and you slipped on one of Link's shirts. His scent wrapped around you comfortingly and was reminiscent of one of his hugs. There was also the added benefit of Link really liking you in his clothes--a fact you very much took advantage of.

With the wall still acting as your cane, you made the trepidatious trip to the kitchen.

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You balanced two plates of fried eggs and rice on a small wooden tray, complete with silverware, water, and two mug cakes! You managed to find the recipe haphazardly scribbled down on a random piece of parchment. You thought it looked delectable and hoped he thought the same.

You limped ambled your way to the bedroom and opened the old door as gingerly as possible.

Unluckily for you (and him, now that you thought about it), the wakeful tendencies stemming from the extreme sport of sleeping alone in the wilderness kicked in and his ears visibly twitched, disturbed by the softest sounds from across the room. He shuffled quickly and turned to you, his eyes still drooped with sleep.

"Mm... g'morn..." His nose quivered. "What smells so good...?"

"Breakfast!"

:O

:D

"Breakfast? In bed?" He could barely contain his excitement.

"Breakfast in bed!"

He sat up, propping and fluffing the pillows as you made your way over to him. He clapped and rubbed his hands in glee.

"Oh! Are those...?" The gears in Link's head buffered and churned.

"Mug cakes!" You set the tray down on his lap and saddled next to him.

"Mug cakes!!!" He returned your gleeful energy. "They look delicious, darling."

"Thank you, dear." You shoveled a fluffy mound of rice topped with an equally fluffy piece of egg in your mouth and sighed contently. He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek before dipping to your ear.

"Not as delicious as you though." He breathed, eyeing the plain white shirt hanging from your frame. You gasped at the sensation of heat tickling your neck and your palm connected with the backside of his head.

"Ow!" He pouted. "Unnecessary."

"J-Just eat the damn food!" Clearly flustered, you scraped more food into your mouth and promptly turned away from him. He laughed while smoothing out your bedhead before chowing down on the simple spread before him.

"How're you feeling? I'm sorry for being a bit... rough last night."

Good sir you almost broke my back and yours "a bit?"

He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. "Okay, fine, but my question still stands--how're you feeling?"

"I'm all right! My... Legs were pretty weak this morning." You shrunk, feeling Link's ego swell. You could practically feel the smirk on his face.

"Were you okay climbing out of bed this morning? You didn't fall, did you?"

You were so thankful he couldn't see the imaginary sweat beading down your brow.

"Nope! All good!"

"Glad to hear it."

Your conversation lapsed into a comfortable silence as you both relished in each other's company and the food. While you finished up the main dish, Link dipped his spoon into the gooey mug cake and almost kicked his feet in childlike joy.

"This is amazing! It tastes just like your hugs!"

Your heart simultaneously fluttered and melted into one big goop.

"Heheh... And what, good sir, do my hugs taste like?"

"Hm..." He leaned in and glomped onto you. "Warm... Soft... Sweet..."

While you were basking in his warm embrace, you didn't notice the sly hand sneaking for the hem of your shirt. Warm digits traced up your torso and cusped your breasts; a pleasurable chill shuddered through you.

"Tantalizing..." He husked, lowering you onto your back. "Enchanting..."

He showered your neck with gentle pecks and retraced the bruises and nips he planted on your skin the night before. Your arms wrapped loosely around him, pulling him closer. You could feel his dick begin to throb with heat.

"Mm... Link..."

Guuuurgle...

Oh.

He pulled away from you, light, innocent giggles bouncing between the two of you.

"Let's take our time today, okay?"

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After clearing breakfast and cuddling for an hour or so, you both finally got up and started your day. Link volunteered to wash the dirty dishes while you put away the... scattered clothes from last night. Tidying the room to your liking, you came down to meet your husband.

Whose got his lean, toned, battle-scarred back turned to you.

Your love marks from last night were due to join his never-ending collection of scars--at least for the coming weeks. A wicked smile crossed your lips and you stalked toward him, tiptoes feeling around the squeaky floorboards.

He soaped up the water some more and smiled at the bubbles that floated to his nose, humming a happy lil' tune, completely oblivious to your sinful intentions. As he dipped a plate into the soapy basin, arms wrapped around his torso and he felt something warm and soft trace his back and sides.

His next exhale caught in his throat and he sputtered... some type of exclamation. As quickly as it tensed, his sinewy muscles grew lax in your embrace, melting into your touch. He adored the way your mouth hungrily suctioned to his old scars and how divine it felt for your hands to caress him, rubbing soothing patterns into sore spots he never knew he had.

You worked your way up and brushed your lips along the still-fresh scratches on his shoulders. You painted them with tender, loving kisses as your hand drifted lower and lower...

"You're marked up so nicely for me..." Your fingers coasted the prominent bulge in his pants and he bit back a whine. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

Hands spun his waist around and his eyes flew shut, fully expecting to feel your lips slam into his as you took him right then and there.

...?

Except... You didn't...?

His eyes cracked open to his beloved's absence, confounded. A bright, chirpy whistle had him swiveling his head for a double take and he saw you happily drying the dishes he washed. Like nothing happened.

"You okay, love?" You looked at him through your lashes. "You've got stars in your eyes."

Said eyes twitched.

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The sun was still high up in the sky when you finished torturing the poor man with your household chores. The door swung open; Link went out first, bucket and brush in hand, while you stayed at the door for just a moment longer. The open windows couldn't quite demonstrate the soul-cleansing power of the fresh winds and you relished the wind tugging through your hair. Your lungs expanded as much as they could, filling themselves with the scent of home-tinged wilderness, before breathing out.

Epona's happy nickers tickled your ears and you drew closer to the duo. Link was going through her sleek coat, brushing it of dirt and grime while you filled her troughs with fresh hay and clean water. You threw yourself onto Epona and gave her fluttering kisses on her snout and neck, singing praises into the ears of your equestrian friend and thanking her repeatedly for bringing Link back home safely.

Link, smiling, grabbed the bucket and left her stall.

"I'm gonna grab some more water."

You acknowledged him with a bright "mm" and turned your attention to Epona, who was lovingly nuzzling your neck. Your husband rounded the corner and disappeared behind your house--you waited a few moments.

Now was your chance.

You flew out of her stall and veered into your house, cramming as many apples as you could hold in your arms, and practically teleported back to her stall. The sweet mare let out the happiest whinny you've ever heard and pawed the ground with anticipation. You peered over your shoulder as you presented her her favorite treats and prayed to Hylia Link's bucket broke or something. Just... Please Goddess, stall him for a bit.

Link loves hates it when you tease him with the 'nonsense' of Epona liking you more. You remembered the first time you brought up such a notion and Link was quick to scoff at your claims, assuring you that he and Epona share a bond like no other. The sweet, sweet look on his face when Epona responded to your voice and not his that one time never left your mind. To add insult to injury, not only did she straight up ignore the blonde--she clopped away from Link and over to you, leaving her beloved rider in the literal and metaphorical dust. Link reverted back to silence for the rest of the day.

Besides! She works just as hard as Link in keeping Hyrule safe. She deserves all the treats in the world.

Epona made quick work of the bushel and pressed her snout to you for more. You laughed and gently pushed her away, kissing her nose as you did. You turned around, half-expecting to see your husband with a silly exasperated look on his face; no one. You rocked on your heels, keeping a steady stream of pats on Epona's neck as you craned yours to find your beloved. Where was he?

The familiar knot of worry pitted your stomach and, pressing one final nuzzle into Epona, left her stall. You followed the trail your love had taken several minutes ago, careening your neck around the corner. The well sat unattended and the bucket your husband carried laid on its side. You approached the scene carefully, your lips forming into a 'Link?'

A pair of hands dug into your waist; your vision whizzed into a blend of colors, the back of your house bleeding into the scene of a little alcove. You barely had time to think let alone scream before something hot and wet muffled your lips. Your assailant pressed you further into the wall, pinning your arms above your head and coasting his digits up your thigh. Link's handsome features flooded your view and you moaned into the kiss, feeling your core grow hot with need.

He moved himself between your legs and gyrated his clothed tip against your engorged and sensitive bud. Your lips pulled away with a pop and he busied himself tarnishing your neck once again, reinforcing the lighter bruises already beginning to fade and making new ones in previously unexplored spots. His pants grew uncomfortably tight as he listened to the pathetic whimpers dripping out of you.

"Shh..." A playful kiss lapped your collarbone. "Not so loud hun, someone might hear..."

You fussed and squirmed under his treatment, his mischievous, nippy kisses along your skin sending your thoughts into overdrive. You hadn't even noticed your hips rolling faster, sloppier against him as your heat craved that sweet friction. Link felt your juices seep through the thin fabric of his pants and moisten the head of his cock.

"Look at you, making a mess all over me..." He sang, nibbling the lobe of your ear.

His hands left your wrist to find solace at the back of your thighs. With a grunt, he hoisted you into a seated position and pressed his full weight against yours, nullifying any chance for escape. Your legs hung uselessly at his hips as he continued moving against you in both body and lip.

His mouth moved to capture the beginnings of your breasts, suckling the curve of your mound until your chest glistened with his spit. He looked up at you through trembling lashes, committing your hooded gaze, gaping mouth, and flushed cheeks to memory.

The tips of your toes grazed the ground as Link lowered you delicately before he not so delicately spun you round and slammed your front against the wall. The sudden impact knocked what was left of precious air out of your lungs and your brain roared, the organ already doubling over from a pleasure-kissed lightheadedness.

Calloused hands connected with the soft of your inner thighs, flowing it open and dragging a finger, slow and deliberate, across your clothed folds. You all but screamed his name, his previous warnings to keep it quiet muddling with lusty bliss. Wet, hot breaths on bits of your exposed back sent your eyes rolling into your head and you balled your fists at the thought of him taking you here and now.

You felt his weight leave your form and you waited with growing impatience for him to be rid of his clothes. Your eyes were still squinted shut as you whined, trying to push your rear against his tented crotch hungrily.

He's... further away than you expected. How big is this alcove...?

You looked over your shoulder, confusion meddling with your arousal, and caught a glimpse of blonde swaggering away from you as if nothing had happened.

Heart thundering, legs quivering, blood rushing, your bent frame crumbled in on itself as your knees gave out from under you.

"LINK!!!"

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

Safe to say by the time dinner rolled around, the two of you could hardly look at each other and any attempts at making small talk felt like Ganon shooting his piss into your eyes. Any semblance of Link in your brain always ended up with him either railing you or you fucking him until collapse.

You looked up from your plate to grab the water pitcher before you and you could feel the darkness glimmering in his eyes, heavy with lust and frustration. Your thighs grinded against each other, hoping to satiate the growing need to stimulate yourself even if only a little.

You were one look away from pinning him onto the dining table and fucking him until he was a babbling, crying mess under you. Unbeknownst to you (not really), Link happened to share those same sentiments.

Hylia, you were so horny for each other and your skin felt aflamed by his absence. But... you'd be lying if you said you didn't find a sick pleasure in watching you and him squirm under each other's heavy gaze, seeing how long either of you could last before one of you bites the arrow and takes the other.

"(F/N)."

You jolted at the sound of your own name and looked up into Link's blown-out pupils and barely parted lips, moistened with spit. Not a word was spoken between the two bodies; a velvety darkness took hold of your chest and you absently felt your feet march over to your husband before locking lips with his in messy desperation. Your hands explored the warmth of his skin, rubbing the back of his shoulders, his face, his chest. With a small tug on your wrist, you fell into his lap and he steadied you with level hands. You rolled your hips against his aching cock, teasing his stiffness with every sultry sway.

His lips latched onto your shoulder and his teeth sunk into the soft flesh, feeling your body shiver against his. He moved in time with your motions, rocking you faster against his dick that sweltered with desire. His chair skitted back and his hands flew to your ass, squeezing the soft, plump flesh as he carried you to the bedroom. Your legs hugged his torso to keep yourself up as he blindly fumbled with the doorknob, impatience ticking both your features.

He swung the door open, the shockwave from the sudden slam knocking down whatever trinket or picture was hanging on the wall. You paid little mind to the clamor of knick-knacks as Link tripped onto the bed, his back sinking into the soft mattress and you adding to his weight. You braced your hands on the sides of his head while his found your hips, fondling and diveting the soft flesh.

Languid lips moved with his before traveling towards his jawline and down to the soft skin of his neck, lapping it with butterfly kisses. A shaky breath all but stopped at the base of his throat as he saw you trail red, hot pecks along the dip of his shoulder and down to his chest, assaulting his lust-stricken senses with a campaign of pleasure. You looked up at him teasingly, swirling the tip of your tongue about his perked nipple.

Link's eyes fluttered close as a breathy sigh left him, his hips bucking wildly against your own. He tried so hard to catch his breath, but every roll, every graze, everything flared a white flame throughout his core. His mind was slipping, he could feel it, but by the gods did he do his damnest to savor every little sensation he would feel tonight.

Your hands quickly discarded your undergarments and flew to the hem of your shirt, tossing it aside like you've done hundreds of times before. Link followed suit, doing the extra step of lifting his hips (you still on top) to shimmy his pants off. He kicked the offending fabric off the bed and you both sighed, enjoying the pleasurable tingles the cool night air brought to your hottest spots. You lifted yourself and slowly rubbed your folds all over him, drinking in his dirty mewls like it would be the last thing you tasted. Something dark snapped into your husband's eyes as a hand left your hip to cruelly flick your sensitive bundle of nerves.

A whine lapsed out of your mouth and you bobbed your dripping cunt up and down his tip. A growl countered your moans while his thumb rubbed long, teasing circles about your clit. Nails dug into the swordsman's thighs as tears clouded your vision.

"You want to play this game?" His eyes read. "Fine. Let's see who wins."

You're unceremoniously pushed forward by his limbs and your chest lands squarely atop his face. Link's muffled moans hummed between your mounds and you sighed, head lolling forward. You scooted your hole closer towards his propped thighs, dipping just past his angry head and taking a little bit more of him in your cunt. You whorled your hips slothfully, savoring the way he rubbed every corner of your entrance. Teeth dug punishingly into your nipples and worked the small buds until they were raw and red from abuse. A hot, sloppy tongue swirled around the aching buds, matching the pace with your hips.

It took everything in you to not let out the sweet cry bubbling in your chest as you pulled and twisted his soft golden locks, determined to break this man before he broke you. Without any warning, you rammed your cheeks against his thigh, taking all of him in one go; you both choked as you stretched to accommodate his length and girth while your caving walls sent him to cloud nine.

Link was the first to cry out, with you following shortly after. Still remembering the game you were playing, you slid off him almost completely before slamming yourself down again with a force that got him seeing stars. Knuckles tightened around your waist and nails dug into your supple softness as the man beneath you writhed with untold pleasures. Your throbbing heat begged you to wait, to adjust to his size, but you were so focused on getting him whimpering under you that you brushed the sensual shock off.

Link adjusted himself slightly to naturally hasten your rolls; you also adjusted yourself in a bid to level the control you had over him. You decided your gait, not him. Soft hands went to pry the battle-worn digits off your side but were promptly met with a sharp slap over your wrists, gluing them to one spot. As he positioned you slightly angled above his pelvis, his smirk countered your falling expression as you began to realize the compromising position you were in.

Not wasting any time, Link roughly entered your hole, keeping you right where he wanted you for maximum pleasure. His sudden entrance elicited the sweetest calls for his name and you threw your head back, barely keeping yourself together. Try as you might, you couldn't wriggle free from his grip (though he loved watching your futile attempts, your countenance contorting into the prettiest, sluttiest faces). Your hands twitched and convulsed, wrists writhing uselessly against your side as he hastened his thrusts.

"Nngh! Link! S-Slow--please!"

"Hm? What was that?" He asked coolly, exertion inapparent in his voice.

"T-Too fast--Link, I c-can’t--"

"Oh, but you took me so well last night. Besides, I'm having fun watching you struggle like this." He snickered, watching the rebellious glint in your eyes dull into something lustful. You were trying so hard to pry from his grasp. You thought you could break him first? How cute.

Link's head rolled into the bed as he felt you stretch and expand with every thrust, locking his cock in a vice grip. Gods, you were so tight. And warm. And wet. He cursed under his breath as he watched your juices pool at the base of his cock. His clasp unknowingly began to loosen.

Slackening just enough for you to wiggle free. He gasped, no longer feeling your convulsing hands under his and before he knew it, those same hands that got you under his control were pinned above him. You laughed something wicked as you sat promptly on his dick, stilling his wild pistoning. He felt small under your piercing gaze, like some prey item looking up at its predator. You leaned down and nipped his ear lobe, a soft whine escaping him.

"My turn." You purred, rolling against him painfully slow and giving your abused cunt a much-needed break. A groan rumbled out of him the instant he stopped pounding your insides at unimaginable speeds. You fought the wrists that tried to pull away from you and locked his lips with yours, tongue and teeth mashing sloppily against the other. Frustrated at your own slow pace, you took your rolls up a notch--fast enough to keep his mind from imploding but not enough to give it the release he craved.

"Please, just a bit faster..." He sputtered, pleading.

"Do you really think you're in a position to be giving orders?" You cooed. "Don't rush me."

Your hips lulled into a steady rhythm that was a step faster than what you were previously going. Link turned into a fumbling mess under you, filling your bedroom with his begging whines and gasps for more. With one hand still pinning him down, the other grazed the various scars that littered his abdomen. Your tongue swiped your bottom lip while you watched the outline of his abs convulse with each pleasure-stricken breath. Every one of your touches, every one of your kisses, every sloppy squelch your wet hole made as it took him whole fogged his mind with ecstasy.

"Mm! You've been so good... Letting me use your cock..." You whipped your hips forward, grip tightening around his wrists. The Hero of Hyrule's pathetic little whimpers traveled to your ears and you looked down at the whining man squirming underneath you, tears prodding his eyes.

"You like that? Hm? You like it when I bounce on your hard, hard cock?" You accentuated each word with a snap of your hips. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a cry of pleasure.

"Please... Please, let me touch you--feel you... I need it, please..."

"Not yet darling," you kissed his tears away, giggling as more came to replace what was lost. You felt him swell inside you and you moaned. "Fuck, Link..."

You leaned back, resting on his thighs for support, and gyrated your hips in a circular motion. Link was practically screaming, begging, imploring you to grab you, hold you, anything just please--

"Nuh uh uh," your sing-song voice dripped with a lusty venom. "The moment you lay your hands on me, I stop. Got it?"

"No!" Blue eyes shot up to meet yours, mortified. "Don't stop! Whatever you do, just don't... Ah... Don't stop..."

You fucked and fucked this man until your thighs clung to his with sweat. Link pressed his face into his bicep and his hands balled into pale fists, shaking as he fought the urge to overpower your teasing self and ram his throbbing cock against your sweetest spots.

"You look so pretty, Link... Gods, absolutely gorgeous." You gingerly pulled his face to look at you. "Don't hide from me, I want to see you..."

You sunk your chest into his as your hips lifted and snapped down with a lewd squelch. He let out a noise between a gasp and a yelp and he bucked his hips up to meet your cunt. You hovered in the air, low enough for Link to slip in and out of you but high enough where he couldn't immerse himself wholly. A race of obscenities slurred out of his mouth.

"P-Please (F/N)... Can you come down a little lower for me? I need you... Need you wrapped around me..."

"Mm... I'll think about it." You laughed darkly as Link strained harder to fill you up with his cock. Eventually, his breathing became haggard and you felt his heart thunder in his chest. He threw his head back and chanted your name like something holy. Your lips left bluish welts all over his alabaster skin and you pulled away, admiring your masterpiece.

"So pretty... All right, I'll give you what you want..." You began lowering your hips--barely at first--while Link sang your praises, feeling the lower half of his dick be squeezed by your tight, wet walls.

"You fill me up so well, baby..." You rolled your hips faster, faster, faster. "Fuck, you're so big...!"

Link's abs suddenly crunched up and you yelped, slipping into his lap. Rough hands pulled you off him and spun your body round, faceplanting you into the soft sheets. He scuttled you closer and poised your ass in the air, taking a moment or two to appreciate your hole pulsating with want. His torso dipped into the arch of your back, sending hot breaths up your spine and into your ear.

"It's been fun, but..." He licked the sensitive spot under your ear, melting into your moans. "I'm gonna make you mine now, okay?"

Two fingers curled into your needy hole and thrusted at mind-numbing speeds. You screamed into the fabric bunched at the foot of your bed, fists balling uselessly in response to his merciless onslaught. As if your mind wasn't wrecked with enough pleasure, another hand snaked around your waist and dipped down your pelvis, kneading your swollen clit. The simple motion almost got you coming undone by his fingers.

"I'm gonna make you regret teasing me for so long." He hissed, his sexual frustrations turning into something sadistic.

As quickly as they entered you, his fingers pulled out and rubbed your slick all over his throbbing cock. He pained to feel your tightness vice around him, but Link was a patient man.

"You're such a tease, you know that? Gods, look at you... You're making a mess of our sheets." He hummed, rubbing his twitching head along your folds. "Whatever will you do to make up for this?"

"A-Anything!" The word flew out of your mouth before you could catch yourself. "Just please--please fuck me already!"

He chuckled evilly, prodding your entrance deeper. A whine wrenched from your throat and you tried pushing your cunt against him, but you were kept firmly in place with his hands.

"Begging's a good look on you, darling," He sang sweetly. "(F/N), you're gorgeous... Spread out so beautifully for me..."

Whispers laced with obscene praises overtook your senses as you felt your husband slowly fill you up, making sure you felt every sweet inch seep into your core. No words could explain the unholy heat that spread from your core to your fingers, tingling them with mind-rocking sensations. You felt his pelvis against your ass and you both let out a pent-up sigh.

Not a moment later, his hips snapped to life and you were completely at the mercy of the Hero's thrusts. Your breasts spilled into his hands, a wave of soft flesh lapping the other side of his palm with every forceful thrust. The other hand reached for your abused folds and rubbed your clit, each swirl more feral than the last.

"So good... So good for me... Your body was made for me..."

You were sobbing at this point. Shaking. Screaming. All for your beloved Link. He fucked every sense of coherency from your mind, filling your brain and cunt with nothing but him. He straightened his back and burrowed his fingers into your hips, admiring the little crescents his nails left behind. The air behind you stirred and the burn of a slap seared into your bouncing cheeks, lodging a pained whine in your throat. He rubbed the swollen handmark, loving the red that grew to settle on your skin and traced your relatively unmarked back that was practically begging to be marked by him.

He started with gentle kisses and tonguing here and there, gauging your expression (or moans) for discomfort. A high-pitched mewl acted as permission for him to continue. He followed the natural curve of your spine, teething the soft flesh and suckling so contently. He initially took his sweet time marking you, but the thought of his bruises painting your skin spurred him faster, rougher.

He bit the back of your shoulder and dragged teeth and tongue to your neck, his home. You felt him breath deeply, no doubt getting drunk off your scent and the smell of sex that clung to the air. You suddenly felt a hand burrow into your disheveled, sweaty hair and he pulled you up, pressing your body flush against his. The modified position allowed him to reach even deeper and at speeds he hadn't gone before.

Digits wrapped about your chin and neck, prying them sideways to make way for even more hickeys. Each mark still wrought your skin with a heat you could never get used to, no matter how many times he claimed you. Moist lips covered the shell of your ear as a husky whisper wormed through your thoughts.

"My cute lil' wife... You're taking me so well. Making me feel so good... Do you feel good too? Are you drunk off my cock yet?"

Some messy confirmation stammered out of you as lidded (E/C) met hooded cerulean. The imperceptible knot in your gut began tangling itself into tight ribbons. You were getting close.

He pulled you into a messy kiss raptured with delight, losing any form of standard structure as tongues met and coiled around the other in an intoxicating dance. You were no longer yourself, turned into a mere plaything by your loving, adoring husband. He chuckled at the dazed look in your eyes, nuzzling into your cheek.

"I love you so, so much..." His hand on your clit moved faster and faster. "Come for me, okay? Can you do that for me, my queen?"

The all-too-familiar tension grew and grew in your lower abdomen; your head lolled downward, bopping your nose clumsily against Link's. Your hand wandered to the top of his sopping-wet fingers while the other snaked around his neck. He balanced your forehead against his and locked adoring eyes with you.

"Don't look away... Look at me. I want to see your slutty face as you come..."

His velvety purr was the last push you needed to fall the over edge and into the sweet, white abyss. A scream you didn't recognize sang into his ears as you poured your juices all over his hand, your cunt shaking from the magnitude of release. The delightful twitches shot him over the edge and his eyes fluttered shut, pure unfiltered bliss kissing his features as he brimmed you with his seed.

All the strength in the Hero's legs sapped, you both fell backwards into the plush sheets, sweat and slick binding your limbs into a messy pile. Spent exhales intermitted with each other and neither of you moved, locked in warm, satisfied catatonia.

"I've never..." He breathed out with much effort, "Came so hard... In my life..."

"I think I... saw the gods." Exhausted laughs spilled from the both of you and you felt his loving gaze. You looked over at him as he tucked your sweaty locks behind your ear.

"Makes sense. You're absolutely divine, after all."

A weak slap to his bicep and a chortle.

"Must you tease me?"

"It's not teasing if it's the truth." He rubbed into your neck and sighed, feeling the post-orgasm sleepiness weigh his eyelids; your consciousness was already waist-deep into slumber. In the moments leading up to what would undoubtedly be the best sleep of your lives, he drew you closer and treated your ear with a low, tired whisper.

"I love you, (F/N)... Thank you for being mine."

[skyfallscotland]

So close to onyx storm!! Honestly already fighting the battle not to look at the end the minute I get my hands on it 🙈

Omg don’t even tempt me! I’ve never done that but honestly…my anxiety issues make it hard. I’m not even sure if I’m excited for it to be honest 😂 I feel more trepidatious than anything else. Tell me that’s not just me?!

I’m low key hoping my pre-order comes early like some people’s did last time 🤣 also a pre-warning, I’ll give everyone the tags to block beforehand AND put them under a cut, but I’ll probably be posting my reactions as I read, because I’m like that 😬🥳

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos Halloween Special 2024

Spock x Empath! Reader

Halloween Special

            “A test of courage?” said Spock, raising a brow. “I hardly think that necessary after our countless missions.”

            “Whatever they try to do to scare us, I’m pretty sure we’ve been through worse,” chuckled (Y/N).

            “Yeah, but he’s a young captain, he’s cocky, and he’s challenging me to prove myself,” said Kirk, waving a hand. “We might as well teach him a lesson about underestimating people.”

            “I think he’s an upstart,” said Uhura. She grinned. “We should scare his crew while they try to scare us.”

            “I approve. Very Russian,” said Chekhov.

            “I think this whole thing is gonna be tiring,” said Bones. “At my age, I don’t need to get scared.”

            “I think it could be fun,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Spock raised a brow. “T’hy’la?”

            “Think of it as a training exercise, dear,” said (Y/N). “Facing fear and learning not to underestimate your opponents.”

            “So, when is this ‘challenge’ happening?” asked Chekov curiously.

            “Tomorrow,” said Kirk. “The captain saw me at the refuel station today and got eager about proving himself.”

            “And we’re definitely going to his ship, aren’t we?” sighed Bones.

            “In costume. You know, to get in the Halloween spirit,” said Kirk.

            “Ah, that human celebration,” said Spock.

            “Having a holiday surrounding fear is quite odd,” said (Y/N).

            “But fun,” said Uhura with a smile.

            Spock and (Y/N) cast each other doubtful looks.

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            “We’re about to enter our haunted house—haunted ship,” said Kirk. He looked quite excited. He was dressed as Elton John, a very, very old human musician, complete with a crazy getup.

            “I’ve got the ‘sparklers’ ready,” said Uhura. “Scotty prepared them for me.” In her neon getup, she was a seventies barbie with the dramatic hair and earrings to match.

            “I’ve got smoke bombs,” said Chekov cheerfully. “I wanted Molotov cocktails, but Uhura talked me down.” He was a ballerino from a Russian dance.

            “Sparklers with smoke will be dramatic enough,” said Uhura.

            “And give us a chance to scare the youngsters properly,” said Bones. He had been hesitant to join in, but he was wearing an old, earth-style doctor uniform.

            “I still fail to understand the necessity of all of this,” said Spock.

            “Me, too, but I’ll let everyone know when someone’s coming.” Their empathic auras couldn’t hide from (Y/N).

            Spock and (Y/N) stood side-by-side in black. Spock had on a sleek black suit, and (Y/N) wore a lovely black dress. According to Kirk and Uhura, who had dressed them, they were Mr. and Mrs. Smith from an old Earth movie.

            “Then let’s go,” said Kirk, grinning as they stepped onto the new ship.

            The lights had been dimmed, and various pieces of equipment, fake, were sparking. It was trepidatious to continue walking inward, but the group did.

            “(L/N)?” said Kirk.

            “Around the corner,” whispered (Y/N).

            “Uhura, Chekov?” said Kirk.

            “Ready,” said Uhura, grinning.

            Chekov excitedly lifted his smoke bombs.

            “Who’s going to lead?” said Bones. “With my heart—”

            “Bones, you’re still relatively,” said (Y/N), amused.

            “Still,” said Bones.

            “I’ll go,” said Spock. He was hardly going to be startled now due to (Y/N)’s warning, so he could let the other ship spring their trap.

            “Have fun, dear,” said (Y/N).

            Spock nodded, walked in front of the group, and rounded the corner.

            “Ha!” Several people jumped out of nowhere, but Spock was no perturbed.

            He looked at their phasers and raised a brow. “Holding a weapon against a fellow officer is prohibited.”

            The group faltered.

            “But smoke bombs are just good fun,” said Chekov, jumping out from behind Spock.

            The other crew let out a surprised cry, and Chekov smashed the bombs on the floor. In an instant, smoke covered the hallway, and the crew coughed. Chekov grinned madly.

            Bang! Bang!

            The other crew yelped and ran as they heard what sounded like explosions. And, from the smoke behind them, Uhura emerged like a pink-clad demon.

            “Run for your lives!” she said, the sparklers going off in her hand. Chekov whooped and ran with her. Kirk laughed and gave chase.

            “I always thought Jim was a rule-follower,” said Bones. “I mean, until becoming a captain.”

            “He was a bookworm at the academy,” said (Y/N). “Perhaps he missed out on mischief.”

            “That would explain a lot,” said Bones. He grinned. “Might as well join him in it.” And, “age” notwithstanding, he ran down the hall.

            “We should make sure they don’t go too far,” said (Y/N).

            “Captain Kirk has a sense of responsibility,” said Spock. “It is the others that are far too entertained.”

            “But isn’t that the fun of them?” said (Y/N), smiling fondly.

            Spock paused. “I suppose.”

            (Y/N) chuckled and touched their fingers to his. “Come on, dear. Let’s go keep an eye on our friends.”

            “Lead the way, T’hy’la,” said Spock. He would follow wherever they went.

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[ghostradiodylan]

Can we just talk about Kaitlyn’s response to kissing Ryan for one second? (You know, not that we do that perverted het shit in this house /j)

Now if you’ve only ever made the correct choice kissed Dylan, you could be forgiven for thinking Kaitlyn is pretty into Ryan. She looks a little pouty about not being chosen here.

[Also oh my god she’s so tiny the beer bottle is huge in her little Barbie hand I want to squish her 😍]

This is right after the “shall we?” She doesn’t look unhappy… but she looks a little trepidatious. She does not look like she’s won the kissing Ryan Erzahler lottery.

Is it because Dylan’s giving her a real cunty side-eye? Hard to say.

[Look, they're besties and he'd literally die for her, but he's thinking about cutting a bitch right now.]

Pre-kiss. Does she look excited about this? She kinda looks dead inside to me.

[Why does she look like she’s thinking, did I leave the oven on?]

Immediately after…

Does… does she look pleased to you, my guy? She kinda looks like she just realized she doesn’t actually like men disappointed to me.

She kind of cringe smiles at this line. You would, right?

I just really want to know what kind of direction they gave Brenda here because my girl is NOT happy. There’s, like, a silent ‘ugh’ in this face! And we don’t know why! Is it because she’s worried about Dylan’s feelings? She didn’t seem that worried about him before the actual kiss. Is it because of the awkward silence that accompanied it? It’s not like she knows everyone would have cheered if he picked Dylan, only we know that.

Then she sits down and…

Well, guess that happened.

She looks significantly happier about Dylan kissing her supposed crush.

She could just be putting on a brave face for her friends, but Dylan can’t even see her yet and she’s already smiling.

And, of course, the game further affirms this because we don’t get the ‘disappointed’ chyron regarding Kaitlyn if Dylan is chosen instead.

So, I totally respect everyone’s right to ship them as a throuple, but when people say SMG should have just made them a canon throuple in the game I have to disagree, unless they were going to fundamentally change the characters and their reactions to each other in order to do it. (Other than Kaitlyn’s reactions here, writer/director Will Byles says Dylan is gay, not bisuxal, and we know he’s canonically pretty jealous.) And that’s not just my compulsory monogamy speaking, I actually think Nick/Abi/Emma would be a perfectly workable throuple and I’m surprised more people don’t write them that way.

But mainly I think Kaitlyn just… really isn’t that into Ryan. And I do wish we got more insight into her character on this topic and just in general. Is it because she knows Dylan likes him more than she does? Is it because she’s actually a lesbian suffering under comphet (or completely aro/ace and just not accepting it) and she had to tell Jacob something when he asked who she thought the hottest person at camp was, so she picked the brooding loner who never talks to anyone because that seemed safe? Is she secretly harboring feelings for Jacob and that’s why she’s so hard on her childhood friend about his relationship with Emma?? There’s just no way to know.

[waitmyturtles]

Considering my angst at GMMTV yesterday, I’m clocking my giddiness over Wandee Goodday (episode 2). The bisexual deliciousness! The shirtless workouts! I’m trepidatiously excited.

As I’m watching two Fon Kannitha shows in My Precious and 23.5 at the moment, I also happen to be watching two Golf Tanwarin shows in Wandee and my Old GMMTV Challenge rewatch of The Eclipse. Golf’s thing is, we are going to tackle internal and external homophobia (at least between these two shows), and you as viewers are gonna like it or not. I like how both of these shows dive headfirst into this issue, with each character having a clearly delineated issue and reason as to why they’re dealing with it (along with Kao and his stated obstacles vis à vis his asexuality).

I wanna know more about Wandee’s issues with romantic ideals over real-life observations of the engaged and pheromonic vibes he’s got with Yak, à la Saengtai in La Pluie. I cannot wait to continue watching his whole thing with romance like a tennis fan swinging my head back to Tai.

[throughtrialbyfire]

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this is a bit from chapter 32 of Cycle of the Serpent that i churned out at uh… 5 this morning? i think? anyways for a rough draft, i think it's fun. lets just say things are about to get weird in this arc <3

The manuscripts on display were the first things Athenath lead the other two towards. Peering down at the glass that kept them safely contained, Athenath leaned forward, trying to digest every ounce of information they could from the plaques and the pages themselves. Some of them were old poems and epics, some were histories, all against cushioning, dark velvet. Two pages of entire worlds, contained in glass and mahogany. The beauty of the calligraphy didn't slip Athenath's mind, either, every stroke of a quill in deep, vivid inks, faded only by the ravages of time, still left an impression on the Altmer as they examined the artful detailing of the letters. There, in one, an indrik portrayed in thin hues, and a poem to match its beauty. They looked up from the manuscripts, their eyes falling on a tapestry above the stairwell. A plaque sat against the wall, and on trepidatious feet, he inched to it, eyes scanning the text. 'Wolf Queen of Solitude' He narrowed his gaze, reading the text over and over, along with the name of the artist attached. He looked back up to the tapestry, the deep emerald and indigo hues of the background twisting into the image of an old woman, ghostly in her own right, pale and small in the thick colors, with a wolf making up the foreground, ice-white eyes watching over all who passed under the stairwell. The weaving of it was masterful in its own right, probably taking up weeks, months, or even years of careful consideration over the colors and the pattern, of the style and the technique. Every move seemed deliberate, every choice imbued with purpose. They turned, his friends already examining other works, with Emeros taking time to carefully read the faded correspondences on display, and Wyndrelis pouring his attentions into a painting, the details so fine that it was as though one could step right in. Athenath watched them for a moment, before speaking up. "Do either of you know who the 'wolf queen' is?"

Emeros straightened, rubbing at his eyes. "She was a ruler in Skyrim, was she not?" He asked, carding his fingers through his chestnut hair. "If I call, she had something to do with a siege of Solitude, but it's been quite some time since I've heard the name." "That would be Queen Potema," came a voice, carried on brisk footsteps from another hall. The trio turned, their attentions fixated on the Breton coming into view, his chin held high and a smile pushing the lines finely into his warm, square face. "She was the wife of King Mantiarco, who ruled Solitude up until the one-hundredth year of the third era." He continued, bringing his hands together in front of him, elbows wide apart, his posture high and keen like a preening bird. He turned his gaze from one to the other, the elves still and quiet before him. "I assume you three are applicants to the college?" A smile plastered itself onto Athenath's mouth, eyes bright as they nodded rapidly, raking fingers through a section of their curls. "Yes, we're hoping to join the Bard's College this term," he replied, stilling the excitement that rambled like a river under his voice, "we've completed our course selections, where do we need to…?" "Oh! If that's the case, I'll take them up to Viarmo's office," he extended a large, calloused hand. Emeros cleared his throat and tapped the papers atop a glass display into an even row before stepping over, passing them into the waiting palm of the Breton. "And who might you be, if I may ask?" Emeros arched a brow, the quizzical look on his face not tamping down on the Breton's grin. Athenath thought about elbowing him in the ribs, that same, boiling sensation, both inside him and all around him that they'd hoped had been snuffed out sparking for one quick moment, before again dissipating into nothingness at all, along with the urge itself.

The man laughed, adjusting the cap on his head. Dark and flat on the top, banded with a round, white material, which was wrapped with strips of blue ribbon, and plumed with two periwinkle feathers. "You're right, I guess I should introduce myself. I am Giraud Gemane, the Dean of History here at the Bard's College. You will be taking classes with me sooner or later, though I'd suggest sooner, as we've a lot to cover in my course." Emeros extended a hand, and Giraud shook it. He extended his own to Athenath, who shook it firmly, enthusiasm in their grasp. When he extended out towards Wyndrelis' direction, the Dunmer shrunk back and waved a hand. Giraud didn't seem offended by this, shrugging as he straightened out the papers in his palm. "Well, I'll see that Viarmo gets these," he turned towards the stairs, his fur-lined boots making great thuds against the tile, "and I hope I'll be seeing your faces in my course very soon." With that, Giraud ascended the stairs, his footsteps echoing after him.

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober D12: Down The Rabbit Hole - Wen Junhui

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Pairing: Madhatter! Wen Junhui x Alice! Afab Reader

Genre: Some angst, Some Horror, Some Fluff, Smut

Summary: When you fell down into Wonderland the Hatter seems to be more than excited at your sudden arrival.

Warnings: Slight horror themes, slight possessive themes, use of the term Alice as like a title, claws mentioned, bondage, oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, dollification, cursing, dirty talk.

Word Count: 4165

You tend to find yourself a peaceful person, but the way this rabbit has been running amuck in your garden was making you seriously consider it. Today when you caught the little white blur of fur rush by you found yourself chasing it out, but you didn't stop at the end of your garden today. No, you wanted to know exactly where it was coming from. Turning the corner after him though you felt the ground give under you, though you supposed that's what you got for not looking at where you were going. Your eyes squeezed shut as you waited for the impact, an impact that never came though. So you trepidatiously peeked your eyes open to find yourself still falling, down a hole. Little flickers of light here and there illuminating the dirt hole and the contents of it. Reaching out to whatever stuck out from the walls in hopes of catching yourself on the way down. Though the first thing you grabbed was an umbrella which ripped right out of the wall, not to anyone's surprise. The way it popped open and caught you seconds before you hit the ground, as if you had entered a television show and that word of physics is what now applied. Not that you had any room to complain considering it saved you quite the bit of pain.

Looking around you find the light source, another hole that you crouch down and crawl through knowing that you fell too far down to be heard if you yell and there wasn't enough to climb up. So you'd have to find another way out. When you came through though you found yourself in a forest. A lust forest where the only sign of life around was the dirt trail and directional signs. Though the signs were mocking you in and of themselves. After all, who named locations here and there and nowhere? So instead you let your feet and gut guide you in the best direction, though opting out of the nowhere direction not wanting to determine why it was so interestingly named. Only to be just as perturbed at the next set which simply said this way and that way. Certainly someone must be finding themselves rather humorous right now, but you did not find them as such.

"Oho, we finally have another visitor. The hatter will most certainly be happy to see you." A voice calls startling you enough to cause a jump and search around for the source only to hear a laugh, "Look up."

Scouring the tree branches you find a rather peculiar man laying across one, head on his hands and pink and blue cat ears stop his head, a tail in the same colors swishing behind him. If you looked closely you could notice rather cat-like golden eyes and faint little whiskers across his cheeks.

"Well why are you up there? Uhm…sir?" You question him tilting your head and only making him laugh gleefully again.

"I love it up here as most cats do, though the title of sir is far too proper for someone as mad as me. My name is Soonyoung, this forest's resid Cheshire cat." He introduced standing on the branch and making a rather dramatic bow before falling forward off the branch only for his tail to swirl around him and he disappeared into thin air. Only to feel a tap on the shoulder and cause you to turn to find him there. "Where exactly do you find yourself going?"

"Oh well, wherever will take me home." You inform him rather adamantly with a nod.

"That simply won't do, you see we lost our last Alice and so we've just been waiting for someone to come visit us so we could have a new one. The hatter has been so lonely since they've left you see." He tells you hands clasping together in front of him as he starts to walk in circles now though around what you weren't entirely sure. Though not long after his arm is around your shoulder and suddenly he's got claws firm against you there, "Come along I'll show you the way. We really shouldn't keep him waiting. It's bad manners to be late for tea, you know."

Soonyoung strolls along as if you're the most willing companion, bobbing his head back and forth as he hums the whole way along, his tail swishing happily behind him. Though his humming stops as you hear singing and the soft clink of dishes in the distance, the cat boy practically vibrates in anticipation at your side. His arm dropping from around you and grasping firm around your wrist to guide you but now behind him. 

"Oh ~ Jun ~ I've brought you a surprise!" Soonyoung calls pulling you out from behind him for the others to see. The one man no doubt the hatter if you had to guess based on the top hat he wore, suit covered in scraps of materials and fabric for any sudden use in any color known to be tangible for dyeing. His eyes widening, mouth opening in shock as he stutters over words he doesn’t even know he’s trying to say. You get distracted only a moment later as the man who had been laid over the table pops up at the commotion, soft rounded ears atop his head and a thin tail the same grey color as the ears stills behind him.

“C-C-CAT!” He trembles pointing to the very mischievous cheshire that had brought you to the group. 

“Easy Wonwoo I was just leaving now that they have been announced.” Soonyoung turns to you with a smile, bringing the back of your hand to his mouth for a kiss, “See you again soon, once you’re Alice.” 

With that his tail swirls over his form again, making him disappear from your sight once more, only this time he doesn’t pop up again. When you turn back to the trio you now are able to look at the third man, tall brown ears sticking out from a mop of fluffed brown hair. His eyes dark and baggy as if the man had no idea what sleep even was. He bounced up and down clapping his hands appearing much like a child hyped up on far too much caffeine and sugar to be healthy and you were slightly concerned he might have a heart attack in the next second. 

“Alice is here! Alice is here! Alice is here!” He chanted over and over until it seemed to snap the man in the hat out of his daze as he chuckled softly.

“Yes it would appear so Shua.” Hat smiles softly at you for a moment before taking a few steps closer,  and taking his hat off to bow in introduction, “I am Jun, Wonderlands one and only Hatter. The mad hatter. Our march hare over there is Joshua. There’s also our drowsy little dormouse over there in Wonwoo, and it would be our honor if you would be so kind as to join us for tea.” 

You hesitated for a moment,  but determined that they appeared to be much less threatening than the cat had been and you were rather thirsty after all the events of the day. A calming cup of tea could do you quite a bit of good. With a small nod you take Jun’s outstretched hand and allow him to guide you to a seat which he pulled out for you before pushing it back in.  Jun then immediately gets a glass and pours the tea in followed by sugar and cream, but before placing it in front of you he’s grabbing all sorts of pastries and jams and quite the entire spread for you. Placing one time after another down at your seat before you were even given the opportunity to taste anything. Meanwhile Joshua was bouncing between one seat after another faster than you felt your eyes or brain could keep up. Wonwoo sighs and settles into the seat to your right before you could get too much more overwhelmed, crossing his arms on the table before resting his head on them, eyes already half closed again.

“Don’t pay them any mind, they lack any manners. They don’t mean any harm by it, however, tell us a bit about yourself though.” He tries to ease you a little, effortlessly bringing the tea cup that had been nearly buried in the spread forward for you to finally grasp and sip from.

“My name is Y/N, but for some reason everyone has been calling me Alice since arriving. Do you know why that is?” You start, sharing merely a tidbit before asking the first of many questions.

Wonwoo nodded and let his eyes slip closed, “Consider it more of a title. The first visitor we had from outside Wonderland was named Alice and so since then any visitors are often referred to as such by many here. It’s nice to meet you though Y/N.” 

“It’s nice to meet you too Wonwoo… how did they all arrive here? Because I fell down here not long ago.” You share and he hums in response letting you know that despite appearances he was not yet asleep.

“Most of the time that is how, though there have been a few exceptions. You just fell though, are you alright?” He peeks open the eye closest to you, scanning before it’s closed once again.

“Yes I feel fine, just confused and overwhelmed.” You assure with a soft sigh, reaching out between the jars for one that looked interesting as you had a toast in front of you with nothing atop. Much rather the thought of doing it yourself than a practical stranger.

“Ahh not that one…it’s not jam.” Wonwoo whispers, pulling it away and sliding it down the table to the hatter, “Jun I told you not at the table, that’s not…sanitary.” 

Your brows looking at the thick substance in the jar so dark you had mistaken it for a blackberry or perhaps even black cherry, but in this light it appeared too red for such and a shiver ran down your spine. Seeing the protective hold Jun had over it didn’t help.

“Now take our guest somewhere to rest. Y/N has had a long day and needs to recover.” He seems to demand of Jun and before you can argue his hand is soft over yours, “He’s odd and overwhelming, but I can guarantee you are in no danger with him. You are the last person he would ever hurt.” 

"Come Y/N you can stay with me!" Jun beams at you waving for you to follow as he starts to head off down another path now. Until you both come upon a hat shop that he's soon unlocking the main door for, "My house is on the back end, just through the shop."

You follow him, albeit tentatively through the shop and past a door with a padlock on it, which certainly doesn't put you at ease. Jun finally stops in front of a pale blue door, turning to smile at you.

"This is the guest room, make yourself at home. My room is right across the way, the purple door if you need anything." He informs you before opening the door for you. The room is mostly blues and white, with soft notes of pink and gold laced throughout. It looks classy and nice, almost too nice for the chaotic hatter that you have seen, wondering how a man could have something so put together such as this. 

"I think I'll be alright, thank you. Just exhausted." You assure him, slipping into the room and shutting the door. Looking through the dresser for something comfortable you could put in. Finding a larger cotton shirt and some point pants that would do the trick for the night. Finding a bathroom to freshen up in for the night and then going to bed as the fatigue set in.

The next morning you hope you woke before Jun and could slip out to be on your way, but when you open your door to find his own open across the way you know you're not that lucky. Then decided to look for a backdoor out, also to come up blank. Sighing as you concede and head towards the shop again. Jun is already in there working though now as you step in there’s threads strung up all across the expanse of the shop, something he can navigate with ease. You however nearly immediately get tangled up in there. It catches Jun’s attention and when he looks at you his breath hitches.

“You look good in my shirt.” His words surprise you slightly as you look down at what you’re wearing again, when you look back up he’s navigated through the maze of threads to stand right before where you’re twisted up. His hands reach out to the hem of his shirt on you and gently starts to tug up causing your eyes to widen and you squirm, only tightening the grip of the strings on you.

“Hey! What are you doing? Stop that!” Your protests make Jun pause looking at you softly.

“Don’t worry. I’m just doing this to put that on you.” He gestures over to the corner and when you look you now notice a blue bouffant dress on a mannequin that you had somehow missed previously, “I want to ensure it fits perfectly for you, so I want to alter it for you. Let me help please.”

He’s speaking so softly to you, treating you so delicately that even though you’re flustered and feel slightly vulnerable still you nod softly letting him get his shirt off you. Followed by the pants only a moment or two later. Jun pulled out a knife a moment later, flipping it open to effortlessly cut a few of the threads that would be in the way a moment later. Then he’s leaving you to go retrieve the dress and a few supplies.  Coming back to help you step into a crinoline, followed by a frilled white petticoat, the edges scalloped and with delicate blue and gold designs embroidered into it.  Then he’s getting the dress on you and stepping behind to slip the lace through the corset back loosely before stepping around to button the front and then going to the back once more to tighten it to fit properly.

“If I pull it too tight just speak up, I want it to fit you the way it is made to, but I don’t want you in pain.” He speaks right against your ear, breath warm and almost comforting in a way as he begins. Though he takes his time and doesn’t hurt you at all in the process. Then he’s in your line of sight, but only momentarily before he’s off to get things once again. Returning with white ruffled socks that he kneels to put on you, then followed by brown lace booties with just the tiniest bit of heel. “Now for the final touch.”

Jun goes to a box that he brings over, then moving onto your hair, twisting one side away from your face and pinning it up before he’s taking a hat out of the box. A pearly white teacup with gold trim the centerpiece looking almost as if it were atop a ruffled doily, delicate blue bows the same color as the dress circling the base of the cup. Each with  a flower of pearls at the center of it. He follows the twist of your hair towards the back of your head, putting the hat on just off to the side. Then twisting a blue and white ribbon into the hair on the other side of your head, leaving just a few stray bits down to frame your face and neck. Stepping back to take in his masterpiece. 

“You look breathtaking in blue.” He says and the way he sounds as if he truly cannot breath only persuades you he believes those very words. Then he hums realizing you haven’t seen yet and he goes to get the floor length mirror from where it is doing no good and place it before you so you can take yourself in. Him appearing proud of himself at the gasp you let out at the sight.

“I can’t believe that’s me… I don’t think I’ve ever looked so classy or beautiful before…” You admit and his cheeks are burning at the comment.

“You were already so beautiful, I simply dressed you.” He dismisses with a soft wave, “I know you have just arrived, but I promise I won’t fail you. Not like any other time, I haven’t been enough for other Alices that or the queen got to them first… I swear to you though that no harm will come to you now, I won’t allow it. I will make you happy. I’ll be enough this time.”

You really didn’t know the eclectic hatter all that well and there were still things about him that put you on edge, but the way he had just treated you made you feel that he shouldn’t be considering himself in such a light. Not that you believed anyone should view themselves as unworthy, but especially someone who had just put in all that work to make you feel beautiful for the sake of it. 

“Jun… come here.” Your request confuses him, yet he says nothing to complain coming over to where you’re still tied up. Not close enough though and you click your tongue, “Closer.”

Once it’s enough you lean up and press your lips against his for a moment, finding them far softer than they had simply appeared. The way he froze against you let you know that whatever he had expected was not that, but he still refused to complain, leaning in only a moment later to press your lips firmer together.  You are breaking away first, looking into his dark eyes as you speak.

“Jun, you have nothing to prove to me. You need to understand that. I don’t know what has happened with you and the other visitors, but you don’t need to prove anything to anyone who comes here.” You try to assure him, though the way his brows scrunch you can tell there is still an internal debate. 

His hands find your hips, gripping them as he steps closer, letting you feel his hard on pressed against the waist of the dress, “Will you allow me this? Allow me to prove that I am enough in every way not to you, but to myself?” 

You blinked at him, confounded by the blatancy of his statement and his astounding actions, mouth agape as you stumbled to find the words to respond to his query, “ I… I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me.”

He raises a brow at your nervous chuckle, licking his lips at the way you flustered so easily for him, “Oh, but I think you do my pretty little Alice.” 

Jun’s hands slipped lower now toying with the bottom hem of your dress before leaning in letting his breath tickle your ear and neck again. Though this time you noticed how good he smelled, of earl grey and bergamot something you wouldn’t mind being surrounded in. 

“I want to fuck you in this pretty little dress. Having you falling apart on my cock like my pretty little doll.”  His voice almost seems to have the faintest little bit of a growl to it and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“Okay, but just… don’t rush it please. I don’t want it to hurt.” You feel your cheeks burn at the request and how little hesitation you showed now that it truly came down to it, but you knew the request would be necessary based on what you had felt when he pressed against you. 

“Of course my pretty doll, I would never hurt you.” He assures you, dropping to his knees, tugging on a string behind him and your legs are being tugged apart, spreading you for him.  Flipping the skirt of your dress rather dramatically over his hat as it keeps the material out of his way so his lips could press against your panties delicately before he’s ripping them off. “Don’t worry doll no one will be able to tell under this dress of yours.”

His hands are on your thighs as he finally gets a taste of you, almost instantly going feral at it and becoming desperate to drink down as much of you as he can get. Despite the way his mouth gets almost aggressive however, he never grips at your thighs, his touch simply brushing delicately against your skin as if he’s afraid to damage it.  

“Sweetest thing I ever tasted, doll. I don’t know how I’ll go back to my tea table now, not without the taste of you filling my cup instead. Nothing will ever satisfy me other than you now.” He groans before his tongue is pressing in trying to get as deep as possible to truly get the most of you that he could. The actions cause his nose to press firmly against your clit and whenever he shifts to get better access he rubs against it increasing your pleasure tenfold. That being nearly all it took to make you cum for him, the last straw being when his moans grew loud enough for you to hear and not just feel despite being muffled by all the layers of dress in the way. Jun took his time lapping gently at you until he was sure he had gotten every last drop of your cum and only then coming back from underneath and into your view, lips and chin glistening, nearly dripping even in you. 

“Somehow you’re even sweeter when you cum doll, though I’m thinking that might only be for me.” He smirks up at you as you watch his tongue slip out to lap up as much as he can off his face, “You’re definitely ready for me now though.” 

He’s reaching around to help you despite the strings, turning you and bending you over, now with quite the number of threads tangled beneath where your upper half is bent. His hands work to bunch the material of the dress in a way where he can push in without ruining what he had put so much effort into perfecting for you. Feeling as though he were floating, with the way your still sensitive cunt squeezed him and you moaned softly at the feeling of him.

“I knew you were perfect doll, but to feel it adds so much more. Now let me show you that you’re not the only perfection here.” Jun emphasizes his point with a purposeful thrust, one that hit deep and just right showing he did in fact know exactly what he was doing. Each one to follow after was just as skillful and soon had your eyes rolling back until all you saw was stars. Sure your cries could be heard far outside of his shop, not that either of you cared as you grew obsessed with the feeling of each other. You hadn’t intended to be here sure, but with the way Jun’s cock was bullying your spot and had you drooling you may have to stay simply to curb the addiction this create within your core. 

“Fuck Junnie… fuck me full please… you ruined my panties now if you fill me I’ll leak down my legs under the pretty dress you made me. Marked and soiled as your little dolly. Your pretty little Alice.”  Your words made him twitch inside of you, nearly losing it. Only he held off long enough to rub at your clit and hear you fall apart for him. Stilling pressed firmly against your cervix as he felt you lose yourself on his cock and threw him over the edge.

“So perfect for me. Only who knows, I fucked it deep in there baby doll. So some of it might just stay in and take. Give you my babies.” His words make you whimper at the thought alone. 

He goes to get something to gently wipe you off with before he’s cutting the threads one at a time to help you out of them while you’re still shaky and unsettled, not wanting any accidents. Then he’s helping you back to the guest room to lay you down again, lightly kissing your forehead.

“You take a nap and rest up after all that. I’ll just do some more work and by the time you wake I’ll have lunch ready for us.” He assures you, brushing the hair out of your face and tucking you in before he’s heading back to the doorway. When he turns to look at you once more he smiles seeing you already in a peaceful sleep.

“Welcome home my Alice.”

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[arclundarchivist]

Spoilers CRE91!

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Seriously if you haven’t watched, DO NOT READ!

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This… changes so much of the party dynamic.

FCG had faith, he had love, he believed in them and the cause of the Gods and Exandria, and how is this going to affect the party’s views.

He gave his life to put down Otohan, an arm of Ludinus, they can’t turn from that now no matter what.

But I’m worried, some of them might spin this to be spiteful at the Gods again.

Ashton… I’m unsure of.

I have a feeling that Orym is going to incorporate that piece he took into his armor.

Laudna, again denied the power she wanted and down a friend… yeah not looking forward to where that might go.

But Imogen has her mother, she didn’t falter. The Storm Lord was watching, and now… what happens?

What is Sam gonna bring to the table? Is he gonna play a Ruidian?

Is Leliana going to leave with the party?

This has me FULLY EXCITED if a bit trepidatious for whatever may come next!

[yurisorcerer]

Finally fuckin' finished my favorite show of last season. I got lucky, most of the episodes I had yet to watch formed a contiguous arc.

And what an arc. It's been a while since I've been simultaneously really excited about where a show *could* go and a little trepidatious about where it might fail to go.

So! Ruby knows that the doctor she bonded with in a past life was murdered some sixteen years ago. She doesn't YET know that said doctor is now her brother, but I imagine that's coming down the pipe in pretty short order. She handles the former....in what is I guess the Hoshino family way, by which I mean she develops a single-minded obsession with catching her beloved's killer. This will have knock-on effects, I am quite positive. It's already *having* knock-on effects. I mean even just for me alone, I've long fluttered between Akane and Kana as my two favorite characters, but I think dark-star-eyes Ruby might give them a run for their money. Predictably---because this is how this series works---her psyche being stained with trauma and obsession gives Ruby a palpable dark charisma, something that's a million miles away from where the character was up to this point. It's an interesting direction, and and it's incredibly entertaining, but part of me does wonder if Oshi no Ko has the chops for all this.

Put super bluntly, I love this series, and I love a lot of things about it. I love its endless bag of visual tricks, I love its sheer sense of style and panache, I love its characters, almost all of whom are a joy to watch. Its THEMES, though, those are a thing where I've never been totally clear on where exactly Oshi no Ko stands. I think up to a point (around the end of season 1, maybe?) you can make the case that ONK is a pretty straightforward "fame fucks you up" kind of thing, and it definitely is at least partly that, but the series takes waaaaaaaaay too much voyeuristic pleasure in showing us just how magnetic people whose personalities are cracked in a certain way can be. It's downright lurid, in spots. And that's not to say that there isn't a real joy to be had in the talents that the cast have, because there is---Melt's episode is almost entirely about that---but now that we're heading once again into the darker, seedier aspects of this series' story, I do wonder what it's all going to add up to by the end. Again being honest, I wonder if it's writing checks it can't cash with imagery like this.

(Yes I know that first one is from their music video, but the music video is also part of the anime. Oshi no Ko *loves* to mix textual layers like this.)

I have always kind of suspected that Akasaka Aka is fundamentally a somewhat morally conservative writer, so I don't know what him attempting to steer Ruby in this new direction is going to look like. I'm not sure he really has it in him to let her go apeshit the way a couple scenes in this episode seem to promise. Certainly, I am vaguely aware that at least some fans of the manga think it's all downhill from here, but the guy's surprised me before and I wouldn't be too shocked if he did so again.

Even if the series completely fucks up its landing, I have to say I've REALLY enjoyed the ride. Season 2 is probably even better than Season 1, and Season 1 was no fucking slouch. These are my soap operas, and I do sometimes wonder if it reflects badly on me as a person that I get as much of a kick as I do out of seeing The Hoshino Family's Fun Time Misery Hour when it's airing.

I may cave and read the manga at some point, but even if I do I will definitely be there for Season 3 next year. The anime has been end to end gorgeous so far and I am really interested to see what they pull off in the episodes to come.

[justaboutdead]

House of Leaves, 2001, and Daisy Bell (and why its not creepy)

(Fairly minor) Spoilers for House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski and 2001: a Space Odyssey by Stanley Kubrick

About 500 pages into House of Leaves, Will Navidson begins falling. Alone in the twisting labyrinthine corridors of the House, he is alone, out of supplies, by all metrics thoroughly and definitively defeated. The floor suddenly disappears beneath him and he begins to fall. And there it is, vertically stark against the white page, as many lines are in this section, falling just as he is.

“Daisy. Daisy. Daisy. Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I’m half crazy over the love of you. That’s not right.”

Daisy Bell was written in 1892 by composer Frank Dean under the pen name Harry Dacre. A relatively prolific composer at the time, he is thought to have written the song about Daisy Greville, the Countess of Warwick at the time, although evidence for this factoid is sketch at best, and the lyrics directly contradict this reading.

Daisy Bell is a very simple romance song that tells a very endearing story of a young couple’s romance, being unable to afford much more than the eponymous “bicycle built for two.” There’s also an often ignored line about how they will both “despise Policemen and lamps as well.” Even from a modern perspective this song feels really intimate and cute, expressing joy despite poverty, in the policemen line even expressing disgust at cops and urbanization without care for the environment.

Through a variety of circumstances, Daisy Bell, despite this global appeal, has become primarily associated with advances in computing, being the first song to be synthesized by a computer in 1961 on an IBM 7094, and references to this development persist.

The resilience of references to this accomplishment are remarkably popular, primarily due to Arthur C. Clarke and Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: a Space Odyssey in which the computer HAL 9000 sings the opening lines of the song as he is deactivated, calling back to the IBM demo, which Clarke himself had witnessed.

This rendition, and the original synthesized rendition are often described as creepy and off putting, but I find them strangely endearing. The original version represents a massive leap in computing, its few seconds of audio, and is extremely imperfect. The choice of Daisy Bell, and simple live song from a hundred years ago also helps to humanize the voice singing it. HAL 9000’s rendition is pained, sung as he looses his memory and cognitive functions in what feels like an eternity, in both novel and film. HAL 9000 is a painfully sympathetic character for me. While in the film his intentions remain fairly ambiguous, in the novel they come from a conflict in his instructions, and how he chooses to navigate around those instructions, interpreting them extremely literally being a computer.

It is clear that the intention with the character was to present an uncanny valley human-like consciousness, but honestly a lot of the time it just reads like he’s on the spectrum. He speaks extremely deliberately with awkward pacing. He reflects, in many ways my own anxieties about being excluded, as-well as a very human survival instinct. He is a bad liar, and extremely trepidatious about the task he believes he has to do. He reads in many ways as I would expect a human to in a position of such intense responsibility.

Thus HAL 9000’s final song to me Isn’t creepy, its confirmation of just how human he is. It is, distinctly, something he asks to sing, he almost reads as excited to show it off. It is fitting that the last song he sings is the first song a computer ever sung. I care way more about HAL than I do any of the other characters in the movie, despite his atrocious actions. In many ways he seems the most human, and I think that was part of the point.

My favorite rendition of the song comes from this popular lineage of synthesized version. Tamachang���s Daisy Bell from Future Music With Future VOICES is hauntingly beautiful. Composed of three synthesized voices, that of IBM 7094, Vocoder, and Vocaloid 4 Cyber Diva, as a fusion of old and new, it’s genuinely a really beautiful piece. Each voice has its own unique qualities, all of which lend the song distinctly different emotion.

The narrative I like to imagine is one i have seen dozens of comments on the song mentioning, and stems from the fact that Cyber Diva sounds far more youthful than the other two. In this framing, it is a newer computer saying goodbye to her old relatives as they die, via singing an extremely human cheesy love-song with them. All of these narratives around computers and Daisy Bell are a byproduct of our tendency to over-anthropomorphize computers.

House of Leaves, on the other hand, seeks to draw on themes completely unrelated to the long lineage of robotic Daisy Bells. My first thought when I saw the line in the novel, was of Navidson’s daughter, Daisy. I could see this having been a lullaby, sung to her as he put her to bed. I do not believe this reading to be the most compelling, however. The novel does not spend much time on Navidson’s children.

An often cited fact about the novel, and the Navidson record in particular is that its actually primarily a love story. I believe this to be a far more compelling understanding of the song’s conclusion. Will and Karen Navidson have been through hell together, and this song, sung when things seem darkest, as Navidson falls, as we latter understand, towards his wife, is the subtle confirmation, that despite everything they’ve been through, they will be ok.

House of Leaves, in general, is about, on some level, love (not just romantic) in the face of adversity, both through the lens of the Navidsons troubled reparation of their relationship, as well as Johnny’s slow collapse and our eventual understanding of his past. Daisy Bell is a perfect expression of the realization of these themes. That love can persist even when circumstances seem dire, and can in fact help you through those circumstances. A relatively simple message, but with many complexities

Thank you for entertaining my over-analysis :)

Fav Daisy Bell:

Original synthesized Daisy Bell:

Daisy Bell Hall 9000:

[jayvikbrainrot]

I shouldn’t be starting another chapter fic, but maybe I could do a really long one shot?

👀👀👀👀💦

Basically I really really want to write about Viktor teaching Jayce the four relationship “F’s” and slowly falling in love with him, because I’m cheesy AF

Teach Me

He wasn’t sure how they got here. He and Jayce sitting on the floor, alcohol in hand and stomach. They were celebrating a successful pitch meeting that had finally resulted in an investor stamp of approval to start prototyping.

They had raided their meager stash for drinks and hadn't stopped at just one. His brain, a little fuzzy from the cocktail of whiskeys he’d had so far, heard something so unacceptable he was at a loss for words.

“Ehm what?” He asked, perhaps hearing it again it might start to make sense.

Jayce flashed a small smile around his beer bottle, “It’s true, I’ve never been kissed. Or I guess done the kissing either.” He looked away shyly before taking a swig.

“That’s…” his mind went through a quick succession of words all of which paled for how he felt. Eventually settling on… “wrong.”

Jayce chuckled, “Thats sweet. But still doesn’t change anything.”

Viktor’s mind, a constant churn of problem solving blurted out, “Ech I should just kiss you and get it over it.” Em, wait that wasn’t right, “…over with…”

Jayce was looking at him with a wary sort of awe, and then Viktor realized he must have said something odd. His ears caught up with his mouth and he could feel his face blush furiously. He and Jayce had only been partners for a little shy of a year. Definitely settled into a comfortable enough friendship, but not like this. He couldn’t look Jayce in the eyes.

“I mean… if you wanted to I wouldn’t stop you.” Jayce said slowly. “It’s actually something that weighs on me quite a bit.”

Viktor looked at his partner. What an odd predicament. He certainly thought Jayce was handsome enough, clever, and if he was being honest, totally adorable. He had that rare pure hearted optimism that had been quashed by so much of Zaun. And now he was saying, admitting, he wanted to be kissed by Viktor? Huh. Well, he could do that.

“Come on, then.” Viktor said, gesturing him over with a finger.

Jayce looked a little shocked, but put his beer aside and crawled over on hands and knees. He sat obediently in front of Viktor. A shy sort of excitement present on his face. Oh this beautiful boy, how had no one else been tempted?

He sat up, and because Jayce had still not moved close enough, grabbed his tie, and pulled him in. Up close Jayce was a little trepidatious, eyes roaming Viktor’s face, his tongue darting out to wet his very lovely lips.

He pulled Jayce the last bit forward, their lips unaligned, but easily fixed. His lips were warm and soft, and the barest hint of hops and bitterness clung to them. He stayed that way for just a moment longer before letting Jayce go. Done. Not perfect by any means, but at least Jayce was no longer hung up on something so trivial.

Jayce didn’t pull back right away, lingering, starry-eyed, and blushing. That felt like an accomplishment at least. Viktor leaned back, till his shoulders hit his desk with a thump. A giggle escaped him, here he was, in his late twenties acting just like a school boy. But then again Jayce had only just left university hadn’t he? School was school, so maybe not so strange. At least for one of them.

Jayce sat back, swiping a thumb over his lip, smiling. Jayce was a good one, maybe this would be good for him. Especially if his only references had been books and film, oh speaking of…

“So, have you finished that book I lent you?” Viktor ventured.

[dracarialove]

Secret Desires

*Check the 'secret desires' tag if you haven't read chapter 1

[Chapter 3: Admit It]

The cave was eerily silent, no wind nor voice to fill the empty space all around them. It was peaceful and unbothering to the hugging Mobians, if not slightly trepidatious as their hearts beat quickly in their chests.

The bonded pair were quiet for the time being, sinking into each other within a frozen moment. Neither one complained – they didn't want to disrupt the unspoken bliss.

Rouge's hug tightened, and her hands began rubbing his back intimately. Gentle, steady motions were both soothing and unnerving to the hedgehog, who typically shrunk away from physical affection.

The embrace was lasting much longer than the usual quick squeeze she would give him in excitement. Shadow wasn't sure if she was doing it on purpose or if she was caught in the emotions of being cared about so deeply by him, the reserved Ultimate Lifeform.

He didn't open up to anyone the way he did with her, but that privilege didn't change the fact that Rouge was an independent lady. Usually, she didn't care if someone showed concern over her – and if she did, she didn't let it be known.

She also typically didn't expect or accept help if she thought she could handle a situation on her own, and her partner was no exception.

But now she was showing him a level of appreciation he wasn't prepared for; and maybe it was because they were alone, underground in a cave where no one else would catch her being vulnerable.

He could see how she might feel inclined to give him a clearer show of gratitude with this level of privacy to hide it. Even though he hadn't quite been ready for it, he appreciated the gesture all the same.

He kept his arms around her, loosely so she could easily pull away when she was done, and he let himself get a bit comfortable in her arms for the time being.

But Rouge stayed where she was. The dusting of tiny mushroom spores that'd invaded her body were making their way further into her system, and it started to affect her sensibility.

The spy knew Shadow's boundaries and wouldn't have held him so long… if she wasn't starting to feel a powerful need to be within his bubble.

It was more than the casual desire to have him carry her, or to hold his hand if there was an excusable reason for it – she relished the press of their bodies and the rhythmic stroke of her hands over his prickly fur.

The white tuft below his neck brushed gently against the bare skin of her chest, feeling even softer than she remembered. She wanted him to hug her tighter, the effect of the mushroom making her feel a connection to Shadow that couldn't be quelled.

But he was just sitting with his arms draped gingerly around her. His body heat became a silent comfort, coercing Rouge to feel more of it before she could even consider pulling away.

Maybe that made embracing Shadow dangerous; she was feeling greedy for his touch, tempted to make up for all the past moments when she'd wanted his affections and didn't get them.

With a brisk, soulful sigh, she turned her face to graze her nose against his cheek and murmured something earnestly under her breath.

"I want more moments like this… with you…"

Her forehead rested against the side of his face and he felt the faint wisps of her breath on his muzzle. A hesitant part of him doubted her claim for a reason he couldn't pinpoint, responding, "You do?"

Her body tensed up, squeezing him, and her closed eyes scrunched with the furrow of white brows. Her voice was more affirming when she answered, "Yes. Why do you think I…"

His arms closed around her a little more. "What?" he urged her to finish her sentence.

Rouge's face left his, her eyes opening to look at him. The hedgehog's visage was captivatingly handsome, the black, red, and tan shades of his face lined with a soft green hue from the glowing plants all around them. And being so alluringly near, it was almost like a dream.

How had he let her get this close to him? It'd happened so naturally, but all at once the lack of space between them felt invasive – excitingly so. Shadow saw an emotion in her gaze he'd never been struck with before: enchantment.

"I invite you out like this for more than just profit and adventure," she admitted. "It's an excuse to spend time with you… because I've been wanting that so much lately…"

Shadow paused, thinking of what to say, then replied, "You don't need excuses, Rouge. You could just… ask."

"No, I can't," she said with a combative chuckle. "You're so… distant, most of the time. It's hard enough to reach you for missions. But getting you to just hang out?" She huffed a little. "That's nearly impossible."

He thought again, considering their relationship might not be as established as he'd assumed. He believed he was very reachable when it came to Rouge, with an instant line of communication always open between them. But, maybe his standoffish nature made her feel like she was imposing on him. He didn't mean for that to be the case.

"Okay," he conceded, "you might be right about that. But I thought… well…"

Shadow looked away briefly, feeling more antsy within her intimate grip. He let out a breath and reiterated, "Maybe I've had it wrong… but I thought we were closer than that. I didn't mean to make you feel like you couldn't reach out."

The bat's brows furled again with the discovery of a miscommunication between them. He was saying – in his own stoic way – that he wanted more time with her too, and was likely waiting for her to invite him out.

He always did have trouble taking the first steps when it came to anything emotional. He just accepted the silence on her end; while she tried to respect his boundaries. A call here and there, that's all she thought he could stand.

He'd even sounded annoyed to join the treasure hunt on such short notice. But now he confessed that wasn't the case, the subtler meanings behind his words more obvious to Rouge, who knew how to decipher his language.

She had to banish the misunderstanding. She had to finally, definitively, tell him how she felt.

"So, we've both had it wrong this whole time," she said, unwrapping her arms from around his body. "I just didn't want to pester you…"

She stayed within his aura, her body leaning towards his as she took one of his hands in hers. "But if you want more with me too, then… I think it's time I lay my cards on the table."

Emboldened by the floaty feeling swimming in her head, she looked him deeply in the eyes. "No more hints. No more secrets. Shadow…"

He stared back, his heart racing at what she was going to say. A part of him couldn't believe this was happening, though he'd desired it for so long.

"You're much more than just a friend to me," Rouge told him, enveloping his hand within hers and holding it near her chest like a prized possession.

"The feelings I have for you… they're deeper than that. A lot deeper. At this point, it's easy to say I have love for you. I know I can be closed off sometimes too, but… you've chiseled your way into my heart."

She leaned closer and her turquoise gaze dropped lower, to Shadow's unmoving lips. Her next words were quiet and soft. "You're my Shadow…"

His eyes dropped as well, tempted but resisting the urge to lean forward himself. It felt surreal the way they sat so close together, holding hands and hovering their faces inches apart. He wanted to tell her all the ways he cared, and admit that they'd waited too long to acknowledge just how strong their bond was.

Yet his impulses remained restricted by his own cautiousness, vaguely worried that the good thing they had going could be destroyed so easily if anything went wrong. One slip-up was all it would take to rip away their chance at romance, and their friendship along with it.

However, even Shadow could not ignore forever the burning desire that rose in his chest at the thought of being with Rouge. Really being with her, in every way, was a fantasy he'd been silently chasing.

A fantasy he would never confess to having – not only because it made him vulnerable, but because it made him feel shame for holding back so much. If Rouge had feelings for him, then what had he been waiting for?

And with that question, the action-oriented side of him chastised the hedgehog for his cowardice up to this point. It told him he should've done something.

Because of that, he didn't move when the woman closed the gap between them. He let her lean into him, allowed her to press glossy lips against his, and succumbed to the droop of his dark eyelids coaxing the want for a deeper kiss.

The moment dragged on, second after second of their mouths pushing into each other a little bit more, until Rouge broke the initial contact; only for a beat, just so she could go in for another, firmer kiss. Her eyes closed, teal irises hidden behind the cover of blue-painted lids and long dark lashes. And he almost closed his, too.

Until he remembered what had led to this moment. The mushroom, the spores, the presence of a foreign substance in the bat's system. That stuff had gotten in her nose, her mouth, undoubtedly her eyes, and they still didn't know the extent of the effects she would feel.

As soon as he was reminded of it, Shadow's instincts took over, and he pulled back. Rouge almost moved with him, her lips not ready to leave his, and it took a second for her to process that he was backing off. When her eyes fluttered open, the pout of her pretty mouth relaxed, and confusion settled into her expression.

"Rouge… are you okay?" he asked, ruby eyes scanning her face.

"I'm fine," she answered, sounding puzzled at his concern, then leaned in again. "Come back here…"

Still unsure, he turned his face enough that her lips landed on his muzzle when she kissed him again. The possibilities weren't lost on him that she might not have full agency of her emotions; that she was coming on to him under the influence of a drug-like state.

He didn't want their first romantic moment to be tainted if things went too far… if it turned out she wasn't in her right mind. Even though Rouge was dotting his cheek with definitive pecks, his gut said it wasn't a surefire answer in this case. He also didn't want to ignore his initial plan of getting her to safety, and so tried to turn his attention to that mission instead.

"Rouge, we have to go," he breathed, finding it more and more difficult to resist the passion she planted near his mouth.

She was still holding his hand near her chest, close enough that he could feel the rise and fall of her breastplate as she breathed heavily. Her other hand was brushing the space between his shoulder and chin, teasing between his skin and fur with a smooth glove.

Difficult to resist…

Shadow let out a grunt, frustrated with his own weakening will, and broke his hand free of her grasp to grab her shoulders. He held her back enough to make eye contact.

"Rouge. We can't do this… not now. Remember what I said before? The mushrooms… I'm getting you out of here."

She stalled, blinking and seeming to revert back to her level-headed self. Her dreamy look was replaced with the collected expression he was used to seeing on her, and she left his personal space. "Right… you did say that."

He stood from the ground and held out his hand to help her up. "Gather the crystals – we're not leaving them behind."

His assurance brought a smile to her face, and she easily found the strength to scoop up all the jewels and dump them into her treasure pouch before returning to the spot they'd entered from.

Rouge's arms wrapped around the speedster's body from behind, and she lifted him to fly up through the earthy tunnel that'd led them down. Unfortunately, her flight seemed to be weaker than before.

Shadow noticed the flap of her wings was more strained than usual, as if she was having trouble carrying him upwards. But she managed to bring them out of the underground cave, letting her partner land on his feet before dropping to the floor herself.

"Everything alright?" Shadow asked, conjuring a Chaos Spear and watching her catch her breath briefly. He held out a hand in case she started to stumble.

She didn't answer him with words, instead nodding and standing up straight again. She peered around to pinpoint the landmarks that were visible by the light of the Spear, then pointed to their right. "The exit is back that way."

"Are you sure you've got this?" he asked as she approached him. "It's a pretty big chasm to fly over."

"I'll be damned if I don't try," she insisted, hopping into the air and grabbing his arm when he raised it.

She managed to lift her companion off the ground and fly a short distance, though his feet dangled only a yard from the earthen floor. He stared up at her as she flapped her wings with effort, noticing the subtle strain in her face, until she let out a groan and scrunched her eyes shut.

She started to wobble in the air, her flight quickly becoming unstable, and Shadow braced himself to land back on the ground as they descended.

When his shoes hit solid land, he took a handful of stumbly steps forward to even out the momentum, soon dropping his Chaos Spear to catch Rouge from falling.

One arm braced in front of her body, wrapping around the front of her waist to stop the lady from landing face-first. The other slid up her back so her own arm could hook above his shoulder, and he guided Rouge to touch down safely.

Her knees buckled, but he held her up, letting her grab onto him as she regained her footing. They were close enough to each other that he could just barely make out the swish of her head shaking. A breath left his nose and he looked towards the direction they had to go, even though he couldn't see a thing.

"Sorry," Rouge said. "I just got dizzy there…"

"Then you won't be trying that again." Shadow let go of her and stepped ahead. "Get on my back and hold on. I'll figure a way out."

She wasn't arguing this time, reaching out to the faint figure in front of her. It took some squinting and searching to see where his quills ended and his back began, but once she touched his spines, the hedgehog crouched a bit and leaned forward so she could rest her form against his.

Her breasts nestled between his spines as her arms slinked over his shoulders, the squish of her chest against him a sensation he forced himself to ignore.

His arms reached backwards to help the spy wrap her legs around his waist, gloved fingers holding the underside of her thighs. He hoisted her up for a firmer position, making sure her legs wouldn't interfere with his movement.

"Hold on as tight as you can," he told her, releasing her thighs and summoning another Chaos Spear in his non-dominant hand.

He felt Rouge's embrace strengthen, her overlapping arms pressing more snugly against his chest; her legs hugging his sides more intimately.

Though her ankles hooked each other in front of Shadow's body, she was aware enough to avoid letting her calves rest against his groin, which he was thankful for.

Once she was situated, the Ultimate Lifeform readied himself to speed ahead, intending to reach higher ground using the pillars around them.

"Are you ready?" he asked. "I'll be moving quickly."

Her head nodded beside his, and he felt another press against his back as she took a deep breath. He raised the Spear to light his path, then took off at what was a jogging speed for him.

He set his sights on one of the shorter obelisks ahead, then put more force behind his movement and boosted the fiery air from his skates to strengthen a calculated jump.

They flew through the air towards the bronze monument, and Rouge was jostled against his body when he grabbed onto the smooth pointed top. He stopped short, holding onto the pillar, and directed his voice at his passenger.

"You're still hanging in there?"

"Yeah… just get us out of here."

She sounded a little tired, more than ready to leave this place, and he had to oblige quickly. So, he propelled himself from one stone statue to the next, not stopping between jumps and climbing higher as they neared the massive cliffside.

But he knew the pillars were not close enough for him to simply jump from the last one to the cliff. He would have to push off of it with all his strength and use a forceful boost from his skates to drive them farther.

He prepared to do so as he continued ahead, and when the cliff was in sight, he tensed his leg muscles as much as he could, letting out a grunt as he launched upward towards the wall of earth.

Halfway across the gap, he bent his legs and surged Chaos energy through his shoes to force a burst of flaming air beneath him, sending them skyward just enough to clear the top of the cliff.

He leaned forward as much as possible to guide their momentum, watching the elevated ground approach quickly and preparing himself for the harsh landing.

He braced to avoid stumbling when his feet hit the hardened floor, holding onto Rouge with his unoccupied hand so he wouldn't drop her.

The force of their fall shoved her body against his and she let out an involuntary shout while Shadow reclaimed the rhythm of skating along the floor.

Her wings spread out behind her, which helped to slow them from rushing too far ahead, and the speedy man was able to stop without knocking himself off balance.

They ended up near the opening of the narrow path they'd entered through, and Shadow let out a sigh of relief that they hadn't crashed into the stone wall. When the adrenaline passed, he let go of his partner, and she slowly slid off of him.

"Well, wasn't that a joyride…" Rouge commented heavily. "Remind me to never be unable to fly again."

"Ha," breathed Shadow, straightening his posture. "At least we made it. Come on."

He offered her his hand and began leading the way through the thin corridor, holding the Spear in front of him. They shimmied along the stone – less anxious now about making it out – holding hands until they emerged into the wider part of the path.

The sound of pouring rain echoed through the cave, and once they were able to see the mountainside opening Rouge had made, they realized it was storming just beyond the threshold.

Water fell heavily in dense sheets just outside the cavernous mouth, and the roar of wind rushed by every few seconds. The stone floor touching the edge of the grass was dark gray, soaked at its border and speckled with rain a little farther inside. The scent of musty earth and sediment was strong.

The pair stared at the violent weather, their hands clenching together a little tighter when a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder fiercely cracked the sky. Shadow looked to Rouge and said, "We can't go out in that. It's too risky."

"You're right," she agreed, wrapping her other arm around his to hold him close. "We should just sit and rest. Wait it out."

He gave her a nod, and they found a spot to situate themselves; Shadow leaning his back against the cave wall and letting Rouge seat herself between his outstretched legs.

He wouldn't deny her the comfort of lying in his arms if it's what she wanted, so he allowed the ivory bat to lean at an angle against him and rested one arm gently over her back.

She laid her head on his chest, one arm wrapping around him as well, and closed her eyes to relish the solace of cuddling with her best friend. The warmth of his body was heavenly compared to the chilly air of the cavern.

"By the way," she spoke suddenly, her voice floating up the cave walls, "I don't regret kissing you… just in case you were worried about that."

Looking down at her, Shadow felt safe enough to avoid restraining his emotions. He cracked a smile and rubbed her back a few times, considering the boldness in her cadence as a sign of total honesty. "I don't either. Tell me again how you're feeling."

She let out a semi-sleepy breath. "Still a bit dizzy. But otherwise, nothing to report."

"Sleep it off, then. If this dizziness goes away on its own, I think you'll be alright."

Rouge nestled in closer, snuggling herself to him and making him blush beyond his control. "Thanks for letting me lay with you…"

His hand rubbed her back again, almost innately. "You're welcome."

She fell silent but for the very quiet wisps of her exhales, and Shadow looked to the outside world, watching the storm play out while Rouge's body pressed against his with every breath.

*Explicit 4th chapter only available on Ao3 for registered users

[campaignskyjacks]

Skyjoust return from the war?

My Dearest Anon,

It has been cold here on the front. After months of corrupted audio, re-records, and a seven-week infection of podcaster's lung, I feared I would never return to the RSS feed. Never again to see your sweet grey face and signature sunglasses. But I am writing to you now in high spirits. I have just learned that Command officially announced on the OSN Patreon that Skyjoust! is finally airing in earnest. That our long struggle is over.

There was loss along the way. Entier recording sessions rendered unusable, that will never be heard by another soul. I shall be returning to your ears whole and victorious. I will bring more exciting news over the following weeks. Including news of a game and the launch of a new season of Skyjacks: Courier's Call.

I must admit to being trepidatious after such a long and lonesome separation. But I do believe I am ready to greet you. I pray you will meet me at the new Skyjoust! feed that we might embrace once more.

I long to have you hear my voice once again, sweet Anon. To bask in your oddly featureless smile. We are blessed that we shall have that very soon.

Bi-weekly Yours,

The Skyjoust! Podcast