#and yes you definitely sit on top of the big tree

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Foul Legacy meeting you, an astronomer studying at Sumeru's famous Akademiya. it's at night, several hours after most students have gone to sleep, apart from the ones in your Darshan, of course- your evenings are mostly spent outside somewhere quiet, looking up at the night sky with a lantern to keep you company. it's lovely and beautiful, the constellations twinkling above as you write your papers, if a little lonely; your classmates aren't really up for idle chatter most of the time. but it's alright, really. the silence doesn't get to you at all.

everything is fine.

normally your stargazing sessions are spent in silent contemplation, but one night you begin hearing rustling noises in the foliage behind you. yet when you turn, there's nothing- and no one- there, and you can only look back up with a slight frown. the rustling continues, slowly transitioning into the soft sound of heavy footsteps on moss as a presence tentatively settles next to you. you're not going to look. you're not going to look. you're not going to look-

you peek over, and let out a yelp at the monster sitting beside you, scrambling to get away.

the next moments are a flurry of chirps and yells and ruffled fur, the creature bowing his head and whining apologetically, carefully picking up a piece of paper you had dropped and holding it out to you as a peace offering. he purrs deeply when you eventually approach and take it from him, his claws barely even leaving a mark on the delicate parchment. the beast glances at the ground then back up to you, silently moving so you can sit back down exactly where you were, and when you tentatively cross your legs he curls up at your side, not touching, but simply looking up at the stars with the same awe that's always in your eyes.

you hesitate again, before reaching out and slowly setting a hand in the monster's soft hair, and are met with soft, happy purrs.

[clandestineloki]

Cold Flower (NSFW)

A/N: My public apology for going dormant on Tumblr for nearly 5 months.

tw: jotun!loki dom!loki, sub!cottagegirl!reader, loki’s cock is big but his size kink is bigger, corruption kink, praise kink, manhandling but very cutely if i may say!!, unrealistically fast paced because loki is horny ) >:D

read it on ao3!!

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The grass tickles your ankles as you step through the bushes, careful not to step on any pretty flowers in your path.

Sunset is nearing, and you've only gotten so much as a few ferns. But you don't mind. The forest will bloom when it wants to, and even if you haven't collected any flowers for your work you're having a wonderful time looking around at all the birds and the deer and the butterflies and nature; just getting away from the busy life in the village is enough of a treat.

Stepping through a clear patch, you look around for any deer traps. What deer traps? The ones that have hidden nets that burst out from the ground like flytraps and scoop up any poor being that just happened to be there, leaving them trapped up in the air by a rope tied to a tree.

Now that you think of it, a clear patch in the middle of the forest means one thing: a deer trap has been set off already.

Right above where you stand.

Realizing the danger of being anywhere near a threatened or harmed deer, you’re ready to bolt out of the woods when you look up, and see a net that’s filled with leaves, branches, and stray grass reeds.

And dangling out of the net is a leg— a leg that looks less like a deer’s… and more of a person’s.

You gasp in horror. Someone’s caught in it!

Running around the tree, you find the rope suspending the trap buried in the ground. You rummage for your shears and hastily cut it, grabbing the rope to pull it down with your weight and let the trap sink to the ground slowly.

When it does, you run over, cutting away as much of the net as you can, digging through the leaves until you reach someone covered in an enormous fur cape.

You gingerly pull it back, and stare in awe.

It’s a man, with dark hair and sharp features, no doubt very handsome despite the scratches and cuts he’s sustained. The linen top he’s wearing is littered with twigs.

Softly, you brush away the twigs when you touch his wrist and freeze.

And quite literally, because his skin is as cold as ice.

Almost as if he were a corpse.

“Sir! Sir! Please wake up!”

When Prince Loki’s eyes open and adjust to the glare of the sun— and the silhouette blocking it out— his breath hitches.

Is this Valhalla? Am I… dead?

Surely, he must be. For above him kneels the most beautiful girl, almost shimmering in the golden light, it’s definite that you’re an angel.

“Hello? Sir? Can you hear me?”

An even lovelier voice for a radiant woman. He nods, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank goodness!” You lean forward, brushing away twigs from his face and cloak. “I thought you had died! I hate those deer traps, they’re dangerous and they're so hard to see! It almost killed you! Are you alright?”

“Yes- Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

It’s as if he spoke without thinking, eager to hear more from your pretty lips. You catch your breath, kneeling back down, and he sits up to get a better look at the captivating face of his savior.

“How long have you been up there?”

Loki brushes his hand against his cheek. “I'm not quite sure- ah-”

He hisses when his fingers graze a wound on his temple, and he retracts his hand to find a few specks of scarlet.

“Probably not long, I'm still bleeding,” he shows you his hand, and you gasp.

“Oh, no,” you take a closer look at his face. “My house isn't far from here, I can help you clean up and get some rest. You must be exhausted. Are you alright with some porridge and biscuits? They're all I have the ingredients for and the farmers’ market is a bit far so I'm sorry if...”

Loki honestly can’t concentrate on what you're saying. He nods along, but he's rather focused on you.

As he tags along behind you as you retrace your steps to your home, Loki whispers a thanks to whatever Gods led him to be graced by your beauty in this moment, regardless of the circumstance. He had just been hunting for sport, unaware of the trap that had pulled him up into the tree so suddenly and rendered him unconscious.

Now, he's found something— no, someone— better; a much more rewarding, delicious little prey.

“I just realized I haven't introduced myself."

Loki looks up just as you say your name, timidly holding out your hand. He takes it after a moment.

“Loki,” he replies, once he finds it in himself to speak.

“Like the prince?"

He recoils a bit in surprise. “Yes- Yes, like the prince. Uh-"

“How are you feeling?" you ask, dabbing the cloth lightly against his wrist.

“They don't hurt if I don't move."

“Okay. Let me know if it does.”

Loki nods, watching you silently tend to his wounds, before he hisses softly.

You flinch, pulling away. “Oh, I'm sorry-"

“You really don't know who I am?” Loki asks.

A second passes as you look down at him, brows furrowing as you sit down next to him on your bed.

“I can't recall. Sorry, have you ordered flowers from me before?"

“You run a flower shop?”

“Yes, that's why I was in the woods. I was looking for fresh flowers and came across you up in that trap.” You tilt your head. “What were you doing in the forest, anyway?"

“I was... hunting for deer, and the last thing I remember is hearing something above me snap.”

“Hunting… Is that what you do for a living?”

“Well, no. My brother and I do it for sport."

“Oh."

Loki stares at you blankly. “My brother, Prince Thor."

You nod.

Loki chuckles. Your pretty little head hasn't registered it.

He leans in close, brushing his lips against your ear, and whispers very slowly:

“I'm Prince Loki."

And the reaction he gets is the cutest. Your lips part as your eyes widen, to which he grins.

But he doesn't expect you to fling yourself off the side of the bed and onto the ground, bowing down to him.

“Your Highness!” you squeak. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know!! I-”

“Darling, please," he chuckles, shaking his head. “That isn't necessary-"

“I'm so sorry, I'll get some tea, do you want anything from the market? Please, allow me-”

Loki bends down, lifting you off the floor in a princess carry and sets you down on the bed.

“Please, don’t stress yourself. You saved my life.”

He takes your hand, kissing it softly as he smiles up at you.

“Thank you, pretty angel.”

Your eyes widen as you stutter out tiny breaths. Norns, aren’t you the most adorable?

“I don’t think you believe me.” He stands up, pretending to be offended by your silence.

“No!” you cry . “I mean- I do believe you! It’s just- I was surprised, I didn’t think-”

“Didn’t think what? A prince would just be out in the woods for no reason?” He laughs, leaning down to you. Before you can respond, he chuckles again. “That’s alright,” he steps back, “you just need a little… evidence.”

Loki closes his eyes, and lets himself shift into his true form: blue skin, dark green patterns across his biceps. He hears the tiniest gasp of amazement from you as the magic also heals his wounds and cuts (and hopes that he’ll hear more of those cute noises very soon).

When he’s done transforming, he opens his eyes and stares down at you.

Dear Norns.

He knew he was already taller than you in human form, but this was just delightful. You’re much tinier than him, staring up at his stature with those wide doe eyes of yours.

“You are-” you blink a few times in shock. “You are the Jotun prince.”

He smiles even wider. “That’s right.”

“And… I… just saved the Jotun prince.”

He starts laughing, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Clever girl.” He knows he’s downright cruel, teasing you just because you’re so cute. “And do you want anything in return for ‘saving the Jotun prince’?”

“Well, I don’t know-”

Loki walks closer to you, and stands between your legs as he drops his cloak to the floor and leans down, drawling his next words very slowly.

“You deserve something… special. Something downright… pleasurable as a reward for saving my life. Something that you’ll remember for the rest of yours.”

He chuckles darkly when your breath hitches in realization.

He wants to make love to you.

“What?”

He pushes you down on the bed, trapping you in with his large body as he takes your wrists in one of his hands.

“You’ll feel undeniable bliss. I’ll take you over and over and over again until I’m sure you’re truly satisfied, because you’re such a sweet little angel saving my life and cleaning me up and looking so fuckable.”

You mewl, no doubt keening from his dirty words. He cups your chin.

“All you have to do is say yes. You don’t even have to do anything~”

His thumb brushes over your quivering lips, and push into your mouth. Loki grins as you look up at him, nodding slowly.

“Use your words, angel,” he teases, pulling his thumb away from your mouth.

It takes you a few moments to catch your breath. “Okay…”

He wanted to make you beg. He wanted you to say please, please fuck me so he could flip you over like you weighed nothing and take you over and over again like you’d asked but the way you whimpered withered away the last of his patience.

He had to make you his.

Loki captured you into a passionate kiss, muffling every last sound your pretty lips made so that only he could hear. He pulled away only to push you down on the sheets again, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you twitch in his hold, unable to comprehend how dizzy you are from just a kiss.

The two of you pull away for air as his dark green irises watches your eyes glaze over with submission. He grins, unbuttoning his white button-up and tosses it elsewhere.

He grins as you stare at his chest. Your tiny hands reach for him, tracing over the markings and patterns.

Loki hisses, taking your hands in one of his. You whimper as he stares down at you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “Did that hurt?”

“No, no.” His voice softens as he leans in, kissing your nose gently, his other hand pushing your dress up your thighs. He kisses your cheek, then presses his lips against your ear. You shiver at his ice-cold breath.

“It doesn’t, angel. It’s just that if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to resist flipping you over and pounding you into the sheets until you’re dripping with my cum and you can’t think.”

He pushes his knee against your crotch, making you squeak like a pathetic little mouse. Loki grins.

“I will be doing that, mind you,” he teases. “But I simply have to get a taste of your pretty juices first~”

Your skirt bunches up against your twitching hips as Loki stares down at your dripping cunt.

“Oh," Loki chuckles. “You're already wet for me, angel, isn't that adorable~?"

You mewl, bashfully covering your face as he grins at your embarrassment.

“Stop teasing..."

Loki shakes his head, pouting in mockery. “Only if you stop being so cute when you're flustered. But until then…”

He places his hands on your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he lowers his face to your mound.

“... I'll enjoy fucking you until you submit to me.”

Your eyes widen as he licks your folds very slowly, and you whine shakily.

“Prince Loki..."

Loki grins, kissing your pretty cunt wetly and pushing his tongue into your dripping hole. And your helpless whimper of pleasure as he devours your pretty pussy whole is the cutest and most captivating noise he's ever heard.

He draws it out of you again, and again, and again, drinking every bit of your slick, even if poor little you are just getting wetter and wetter.

You're panting now, and Loki is equally as short of breath, only ever breaking away from you to watch your pretty face scrunch up so cutely. Loki licks his lips, nibbling on your thighs and making you squeak and tremble in his icy grip.

“You're such an adorable little angel," Loki grumbles. "Makes me want to eat you up like a little mouse, hmm?”

He holds you down firmly as your moans tickle his ears. The way your little hole squeezes around nothing is just so cute, he just has to stuff you full after he makes you come far too many times than you can handle.

“Aww,” Loki chuckles as you whimper breathily, thighs thumping helplessly against the bed. “Little angel can’t take it anymore?”

He brushes a blue finger against your dripping folds, sinking into your hole for the millionth time making you squeak and sob in sensitivity.

“P-Please…” you mumble, glazed eyes pleading for a moment of rest.

He sighs, forgetting you’re just a pure little thing having her first time, and gently scoops you into his arms to press a few kisses to your cheek and whispering your name.

“Have I thanked you enough already~?” He teases, and you nod, nuzzling into his hold though you shiver lightly.

Loki’s heart skips a beat. He feels you cling to him tighter and he feels your little ass grinding against his cock.

“Well,” he muses, “I believe my kingdom will be overjoyed to find that an angel like yourself saved their prince, hmm?”

“Huh?” you ask, still pleasure-drunk as you settle into his lap, as if you perfectly fit in his hold.

“I said,” Loki chuckles his icy breath tickling your face, “My kingdom would be overjoyed to find a pretty thing like you saved the royal prince, wouldn't they?"

“Mhm..."

“And they'll throw a week-long celebration...” he continues, trailing kisses from your cheek to your shoulder. “All for you~”

“R-Really?” you gasp as he begins sucking on your skin, sure to leave marks after. “A whole week? That's too much-!”

Loki laughs against your shoulder, holding your hips down so he can feel your hips grind against his cock. “Nothing is too much for a perfect little angel like you~"

Loki licks the bite mark he's so carefully placed on your skin, then looks up at your glazed eyes and twitching pout.

“Would you like to come back with me to the palace?"

The look of confusion and bashfulness across your face makes his cock twitch against your bare folds.

“Me?! With you?!"

“Do you abhor the idea of that?”

He knows he's being mean and he knows you don't hate the idea, but Loki just can't resist seeing you so embarrassed and stuttering to apologize.

“No! I didn't mean that! I was just surprised-"

Loki shakes his head with a little chuckle, and brings you closer to his face to kiss the crease between your eyebrows.

“I know, I know. I was just teasing."

“Don't be mean like that!”

Loki laughs darkly when you cross your arms.

In a flash, he’s got you on your hands and knees before your pretty head can even figure out what’s going on.

“And if I do, what are you going to do about it?”

You shiver at the dark growl in his voice.

You're so far deep in this haze all you can see is blue.

“Your highness-!”

Loki presses your chest against the bed, leaving your pretty ass on display, purely his for the taking.

“You’re just a little mouse that can’t hurt anything, hmm? Just so innocent, and weak, and ready to be ravished.”

A cold, thick finger traces your wet folds, and you whimper, burying your face in the sheets as he tickles your hole until you’re shaking with need.

“Maybe I’ll take you back home with me… and make you my wife.”

Loki shoves his finger all the way in, knocking the wind out of you because you swear you can feel him in your tummy.

“Your- Your wife?” You ask, voice higher and breathier.

“Yes~” he mocks your airy voice. “My pretty wife, who won’t have to get her pretty hands dirty ever again, who I’ll take care of, and protect, and fuck every single night.”

Loki curls his finger, reaching that sensitive little part in your cunt that effectively leaves you a mumbling, drooling mess on him.

When he’s gotten you wet enough, he draws his finger back (to his cute little angel’s momentary dismay) and forces your thighs apart with his body, the head of his cock twitching against your folds.

Loki will forever remember the gasp you let out when you feel just how big he is.

“Do you want to be fully mine? Do you want me to fuck this little hole of yours with my cock until you’re screaming for me?”

You whine at his dirty words, slurring something that sounds like a yeah, and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“Really?” he chuckles, fingering your little hole one more time to slicken your folds. “Do you think I’ll fit~?”

And with the dirty wet noises that tickle his ears as he sinks all the way in he gets his reply.

“Oh?” Amused, he runs an icy finger up and down your bare back. “She can take it, after all. What a good girl~”

Loki barely gets the praise out before the prettiest whimpers fall out of your mouth like sweet honey, your poor cunt clenching down on him as your voice gets higher and breathier by the minute.

“Please-” you hiccup, turning to look at him with those pretty teary eyes.

His vermillion eyes stare you down cruelly as he grinds his hips down into your ass, making your head fall onto the sheets as you slur out a moan.

His cock feels so heavy inside you and by the way he laughs quietly you know he knows just how big he is compared to you.

And the way he pins you down harder lets you know he loves it.

“Oh, you just feel so good around my cock,” Loki groans, pulling back and thrusting into your leaking little pussy.

Poor you, already sensitive beyond imagination as this handsome blue prince ruins any other man for you with the way his cock stretches you out better than anyone ever will.

Not that anyone else will get the chance to. Loki’s decided it: he will take you home to the palace and make you his wife, and everyone will bow before their new princess.

Loki can't resist you any longer. He beats your poor cunt like the beast he is until you're whimpering and bucking against him helplessly.

“Feels... weird..." you shudder and gasp, tears leaking from your eyes as he sinks deeper into you, his huge cock hitting all the good spots inside you as your pleasure takes over your senses.

“Oh, is she close? Is this perfect little cunt going to come all over me?”

Loki's dirty words make you whimper and nod dumbly.

“Yeah," you sob.

Loki laughs at how blissed out his little saviour is and stops,pulling out slowly and groaning when he hears the sinful squelching as your juices drip onto the sheets. He turns you on your back, pinning your wrists to your sides, and captures your lips in his as he sinks into you once more.

“I missed these pretty lips," he smirks into the kiss, taking you for himself.

“Y-You just kissed me a few minutes ago..." You sigh dazedly, though you love the attention he's giving you.

“Still can't get enough of you. You're just so sweet~" Loki licks your lips, thrusting harder and making you squeak and link your fingers through his.

“Say my name."

“Loki...”

“Gods," he throws his head back, almost moaning at how submissive you sound. “Surrender to me, darling."

His hands snake down to the back of your thighs, lifting them and pressing them to your chest, quickening his pace.

Your eyes scrunch up as you nearly scream in pleasure, wriggling away as if you could escape from him.

“Surrender to me, angel~" he grins, kissing your neck and marking you up. “A pretty angel like you deserves to be pampered like this every day. Imagine that? You'll never have to lift a finger, I'll do all the work, I'll do all the fucking.”

Loki accentuates that last word with a hard thrust into your hole, making your eyes blur over with tears as you mewl helplessly in the Jotun prince’s tight grip.

“Awh, don't cry," he teases, kissing your nose when he gets a sinfully great idea.

He stops his movements, making sure he's buried all the way inside you before he flattens his tongue against your soaked cheek and licks your tears away.

You gasp, stunned for a moment before you keen and twitch helplessly, whining loudly as he does the same to your other cheek.

And your poor little cunt just clenches down again.

Loki growls, his primal instincts taking over because you're his ideal mate and you're nothing like he's ever seen. The sounds in the room get filthier and filthier as he loses control and rams into your poor hole.

“What do you say, angel?" Loki asks, letting go of your wrist before his hand makes its way down to your clit, rubbing the little bud and making you scream and tremble in his arms. “Be my- fuck- be my bride? Be my pretty little princess?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, chest heaving as your eyes flutter shut.

“Are you close?"

“Mhm..."

“Cute little mouse," he chuckles, pressing open mouth kisses to your neck as he rubs your clit. “Let go for me now, angel."

It’s a sight from heaven as you orgasm all over him, soaking his cock with your juices and helplessly thumping your thighs against the bed because Loki won't stop thrusting in and out of you.

Loki growls, pinning you to the bed. He stills, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm, thick cum filling you up. It makes you feel even more full than you already do and it makes you dizzy with even more pleasure.

It becomes too much for your melting brain to handle when he pushes deeper into you and you gasp, attempting to kick him away.

A firm, cold hand grabs your ankle and spreads you wider, and you whine shyly when he grins at you with a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Stay with me, darling," Loki teases, gripping your hips possessively and holding you still on his cock so he can finish filling you up.

It feels like hours before he breathes again, but it's only been seconds for him, already wanting another round with you.

But the prince resists, setting your sore legs down slowly and carefully sliding out of your cunt.

You sigh in exhaustion, but your breaths falters in embarrassment when you feel just how much he pumped into you, dripping out of your twitching folds and onto the bed.

A tiny drop even lands on your ass and Loki chuckles at your wide eyes, leaning down to kiss your lips and whisper a dirty promise that he'll fuck you down there too next time.

“Next time?” you ask, lips parting.

“Yes," he teases. " I've decided it, you're never leaving my side, my guardian angel~”

And he scoops you into his side, letting you rest before he has a few more rounds with your pretty hole— then he'll take you back home to the palace and convince you to stay. He'll show you the library. He'll let you lose yourself in the royal gardens all day if you wish! As long as you return to his chambers each night and let him please you the way you deserve to be.

But he's fallen for you already and the whole kingdom will burn in a blaze of sapphire dust if anything or anyone ever keeps him away from you.

[lustspren]

Red Hot Sloppy Christmas.

Male reader x Karina.

tags:  elf karina, oily sex, titjob, blowjob, master kink, breeding. 

word count: 4.7k

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Christmas was your favorite time of the year by far, you loved the atmosphere in the streets, you loved the freezing weather, perfect for snuggling up in a blanket at home with some hot chocolate, accompanied by the colorful lights on your tree.

It was Christmas Eve, you had gone out to dinner with your work colleagues to receive Christmas together; the experience was incredible, you drank, ate like a king, and exchanged gifts with your friends. The night seemed to get no better, but a very pleasant surprise awaited you at home.

You arrived at your apartment at about 1 in the morning, the jingle of your keys echoing through the hallway as you opened the door. You took off your trench coat as soon as you entered and closed the door behind you, hanging it on the coat rack to your right; you also took off your shoes, which you placed carefully on the carpet. You felt the floor much colder than normal, even with your socks on, that surprised you, you used to leave the air conditioning on, but never during this time, and the temperatures definitely didn't get that low. Your body also quickly succumbed to the cold, causing you to shiver; you frowned and walked into the living room, turned on the light, and almost didn't have a heart attack.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" you screamed, scared, "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?"

Sitting on the floor under your Christmas tree was probably the most beautiful girl you had seen in a long time, her raven hair was long and silky, with bangs that made her eyes stand out; she was wearing a sexy short Christmas strapless dress, black heeled boots that reached below her knees, and a choker of the same color with a small bow tie and a tiny jingle bell. And her ears… were they… pointy? Like an…?

"Oh, you finally arrived master!" she said with a smile from ear to ear, to get up and wipe her behind with her hands.

"M-Master?" you said nervously, without moving an inch of your body, "No, no, wait, answer my question, who the hell are you?"

"An elf, of course," she replied innocently, taking a few steps towards you with her hands behind her back, "and your Christmas present, for being such a good man all year."

"No no no no, this is ridiculous," you shook your head, "tell me the truth, and tell me how the hell did you get in here?"

"I'm telling you the truth, master," she moved even closer to you, now she was only two steps away, but you took a step back, still keeping your distance, "I already told you, I'm an elf, and I went sent here just to serve you, how I got in, or rather, how I appeared here, is not relevant."

"How do I know you're really an elf and not some crazy person trying to kill me?" you refused to believe any of it, your Christmas spirit was strong, but not that strong.

"Don't you think my little ears are enough evidence?" she turned her head slightly to the side, showing you her pretty pointy ears.

"They could be prosthetics," you replied skeptically.

She put her hands to her ears, pulling them several times with her fingers to show you that they were real.

"Very well, they are not."

"And in case you need another proof..." she snapped her fingers, making a small wooden horse appear between the two of you, your eyes widened, and then she snapped her fingers again, causing the horse to vanish into a cloud of snowflakes, which swirled around you and then disappeared.

"My god, you really are… real," you muttered, looking her up and down. Among all the amazement you had not stopped to detail her attributes, her big tits looked incredible, contained by the top of her dress, which was making a great effort not to fall off, and her legs were long and creamy, she really was beautiful in every way possible, you were quickly enraptured.

"Yes! Very real, master," she smiled excitedly, taking a long step forward to stand in front of you.

"So... you're here to serve me, you say," you tried to meet her eyes, which by the way were sapphire blue, but your gaze was distracted by the deep cleavage that herself had highlighted by clasping her arms in front of her, and of course, her bare shoulders and incredibly attractive clavicle weren't far behind, "in what way?"

"Well… that's up to you," she closed the distance between the two of you by wrapping her arms around your neck, which made you feel her boobs against your chest. You froze on the spot, and never so literally, because her arms felt as cold as ice, but that touch was enough to light your fireplace.

"First of all, do you have a name?" you asked, still not touching her.

"Well, you can call me Karina, master," she just looked into your eyes, which increasingly conveyed less innocent intentions.

"Very good Karina..." you raised your hands behind her, feeling her smooth back and then her shoulders with your fingertips, "If you were sent to serve me, I think you know very well everything I want right now, don't you?"

"Oh, of course I do, master," Karina let go of your neck and carefully lowered herself to her knees, “something like this, maybe?” she was teasing you, with a mischievous little smirk on her face.

"Yeah, just that, go ahead, cutie," you nodded toward the growing bulge in your pants.

"As you command, master," Karina completely transformed when she said that, her mischievous smile disappeared, but her eyes were still those of a woman who only wanted to please you. Her face turned leering, her mouth slightly open as she brought her hand straight to your cock through your pants; she stroked it slowly, with firm squeezes from time to time; it wasn't until the bulge was rock hard that she buried her face in it, giving little kisses that made you bite your lip.

She seemed to have received special training exclusively for this, her touch was perfect, delicate, firm and sexy, just like her kisses. Her strokes on your cock continued for a few long seconds, and she didn't stop until she saw a small stain on your pants, that led her to take off your pants, she just had to undo the button, zip it down, and pull your pants and your boxer down to your ankles, freeing your throbbing cock, who automatically was exposed to the cold air, that made you shiver.

"Oh, is it really cold master? It's my fault, sorry," Karina wrapped her icy fingers around your shaft carefully, giving it a few slow strokes, you winced at how cold it felt, "but don't worry, there are places on my body that could be quite warm to you."

Saying this she took you directly to her mouth, she took half of your cock, giving it the warmth she had promised you, you gasped, as she began to bob her head slowly and torturously. Your cock got slippery almost immediately, she knew very well what she was doing, she used her tongue in the perfect way at the perfect moments, and the movements of her head were exquisitely complemented by her silky lips moving all over your meat. You moaned several times because of how good the sensual blowjob she was giving you felt, Karina noticed it and she also moaned a couple times on your shaft, as if she was turned on by the mere fact of pleasing you. 

Two of her fingers wrapped around the base of your cock, which gave her free rein to take more than half of your shaft into her mouth, now taking you completely with each pump of her head. Your face twisted in pleasure as you let out a long moan, Karina's face also distorted as she became more and more aroused, causing her to look at you with eyes shining with lust. She didn't move faster at any time, she did everything nice and slow, that only confirmed to you that the slutty elf knew everything you liked. Her drool began to spill drop by drop from each side of her mouth, you felt like you were going to cum soon, so you only gave her a few more seconds until you finally stopped her.

"Stop, Karina," you affectionately separated her from your cock, she looked at you somewhat disconcerted, her breathing agitated and her cheeks flushed.

"Did something happen, master?" she asked innocently.

"Get naked, right now, but keep the boots, and the necklace," you ordered, taking a step back.

She raised her hand to snap her fingers and make her clothes disappear, but you stopped her immediately.

"No, do it yourself, no magic, be a good elf," you ordered, releasing her wrist.

"Yes, master," she nodded with a small smile, then stood up.

Her hands went to the top edge of her dress and she began to slowly lower it, revealing her cleavage inch by inch until she finally freed her milky pair of tits. You were mesmerized by how gorgeous and delicious they looked, if you were to compare them to fruits, they would definitely be a pair of perfectly round and firm melons. But it didn't end there, she kept lowering her dress all over her body until she reached her ankles, then she simply left the dress on the ground and took two steps forward to get out of it. You didn't realize it at the time, but your jaw dropped a little at how impressed you were by her body, which was hot as fuck, deliciously toned in every possible place, but not really muscled.

"Do you like my body, master? I worked it with a lot of love just for you," Karina asked with her hands behind her back.

"I love it, you really are… beautiful," you said, slightly flushed with lust, "But you're forgetting something," you glanced at her pine green panties, which you could easily tell how soaked they were.

Karina complied with the order, also taking off her panties and throwing them next to the dress. Now you had an outrageously beautiful elf from the north pole naked in front of you, and you were going to fuck her, surreal.

"Is that better, master?" you wanted to see her massage her tits, which she did within seconds of you thinking about it, which didn't even surprise you due to her qualities. She did it very slowly, bringing them together whenever she could.

"Much better honey, now come here," you took off the rest of your clothes in a matter of seconds, ignoring the low temperatures as it was contrasted by how hot your body was. You took her waist with both hands and pressed her against your body, this time her tits flattened against your chest, and your cock flat against her creamy tummy. She wrapped her arms around your neck, and that was your green light to finally kiss her.

You didn't even have 10 seconds in the kiss when you knew it was being the best kiss of your entire life, her lips tasted delicious, and her lips felt like two cotton balls because of how soft they were. Your tongue invaded her mouth, and she received it between small moans and gasps. Your hands ran through her soft body, caressing her back, her lower waist, her hips and making a small stop on her ass to give each buttock a strong squeeze. Karina tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck, making little caresses with that hand and giving slow strokes to your hard cock with the other one.

The fact that she knew everything you thought was a great advantage, because you could take advantage of it, you wanted her to climb onto your torso and wrap your legs around you, and she did so, with a little jump so that you only had to hold her. You continued kissing her, this time feeling how the tip of your cock brushed from time to time against her wet slit.

You took her to your room, whose door you opened awkwardly because your eyes were more closed than open, but when you were inside the first thing you did was sit with her on the edge of the bed, now she was on your lap, and her pussy was pressing directly against your throbbing cock. Karina attached to you even stronger, as she slightly moved her hips to rub against you, that's when a magnificent idea came to you.

"Hey, you know what I want right now… don't you?" you said pulling away from the kiss, looking into her eyes, which seemed to light up like two pretty streetlights. Her answer was obvious, and you didn't need to tell her, but you wanted to make sure.

"Sure, master, and I must say I love it," she replied with a giggle, then snapped her fingers and made a bottle of massage oil appear in her hand.

"My god, you really are amazing," that was the last thing you said before Karina opened the bottle and poured a small amount of the oil on your cock and on her tits so that it also spread on your chest, soon the rubbing between the two intimacies it became much easier and stickier, which made it feel even better.

"Well... I told you, master," she murmured against your lips in a raspy voice, "I was very well trained for this… to please you."

You kissed her again, but this time the kiss lasted much less, you couldn't concentrate when her two soft, oiled tits rubbed against you.

Once again, Karina read your mind and got off your lap to kneel between your legs. She then took both of her tits with her hands and began to massage them.

"You want my tits around your dick, don't you master?" she asked as she looked into your eyes.

"I don't need to answer that, do I?" you brought your hand to her cheek and caressed it with your thumb.

"No, of course not," she smiled, taking the bottle of oil and pouring it once more, this time in larger amounts on her breasts, your thighs, your abdomen and your cock, at the same time that she was in charge of spreading it herself.

Without much else to do Karina began to concentrate on the main task, she put the jar on the floor, and took your cock to position it between her two mounds, she joined one first, and then the other, until your shaft was part of a slippery and shiny meat sandwich. You didn't bother to hold back the audible moan that escaped your lips as her tits warmed you so well.

She wasted no time in moving up and down, your cock appearing and disappearing with each stroke. You leaned back slightly, resting your hands on the mattress and crumpling the sheets; your senses went completely crazy while Karina gave you the best titjob you could ever have, you moaned, and you put your hand on the elf's neck out of pure instinct, but that only prompted her to lower her neck a little and pull out her tongue, so when her tits came down, her tongue would meet your tip.

"Oh my fucking god," you gasped, closing your eyes for a second, your mouth parted. Karina began to move faster and faster, until she was at the perfect speed that you enjoyed the most. Your pre-cum was spilling every second that passed, but the elf picked it up almost immediately with her soft tongue, from which she also dripped saliva onto her tits.

"Am I doing well, master? Do you like it?" she asked, biting her lip, continuing to move her tits up and down. Her voice forced you to open your eyes and meet her gaze, and you didn't know if you were hallucinating, but you could swear that her blue eyes sparkled for a second.

"Fuck, I love it, just keep going please..." you managed to reply between gasping breaths.

"You're about to cum, aren't you? Master wants to cum on my pretty tits, doesn't he?" After saying that, Karina lowered her neck again, this time sucking the tip of your cock with each pumping of her tits.

You didn't have long to cum, but as soon as she said those words you couldn't contain yourself, and as a result, you exploded. Long and voluminous streams of cum shot out of your cock, one of them inside her mouth, but the rest went straight to her tits, since Karina had taken your cock and aimed it at them while she jerked you very slowly, draining each drop of your thick liquid. You moaned and moaned with your eyes closed, and it wasn't until a few long seconds later that your orgasm stopped.

It took you a moment to open your eyes, but when you did, you admired the beautiful painting you had done on her tits, not only shiny from the oil, but now also from your cum.

Karina's face was flushed, and her breathing was also agitated, but for different reasons, she was just as horny as you or more. She scooped up all the cum she could with her hands and then licked herself up, swallowing all of your load.

"Fuck come here, I want to eat those tits," you growled, grabbing her shoulders to get her to her feet and onto your lap again. You buried your face in her tits immediately, one nipple to your mouth, and then the other, licking and sucking on both like you were a baby who hasn't nursed in weeks. Karina put her hands on your neck and pressed your face even more against her mounds. She was enjoying it, because again she was moving her hips against your cock, making it rub against her pussy between small desperate moans.

"Ah... do you like them that much, master?" she gasped, as you continued to feast on her perfect pair of tits.

"I love them," you replied, giving each mound a firm squeeze, "but right now, I want to make you cum."

Karina climbed off your lap and onto the bed, then lay on her back with her legs open for you, stroking her inner thighs. She looked at you with a mischievous smile, and then she took off her boots, which she had been wearing all this time.

"Oh, you want to do things that messy, don't you, master?" she asked, you cursed inwardly, the fact that she could read your mind was also a scary thing.

"Yeah honey, so do your thing," you said after picking up the bottle of oil from the floor and going to kneel next to her body. Karina snapped her fingers, and a waterproof plastic blanket appeared on the bed, "good girl."

You got to work, pouring oil and spreading it all over her body in a kind of spontaneous massage, which you specifically concentrated on her legs and crotch, where you rubbed your hands continuously without touching her pussy completely. Then you went to her tits one more time, just to give them a few strokes and squeezes; you lay down next to Karina and crashed your lips against hers in a more torrid and passionate kiss, to make her separate her legs as much as possible and start rubbing her slit with your fingers.

Karina pulled you by the neck and made you stick your torso against her side, so she could feel your body rubbing against hers as you quickly stimulated her clit. She moaned against your lips, clinging to your neck with one hand and your shoulder with the other; she slightly squirmed on the slippery blanket, but she always kept her legs wide open in a very obedient manner, so you decided to up the ante, sticking two fingers inside her tight pussy.

"Master! Oh fuck!" she moaned aloud, pulling away from the kiss. She looked at you with her blue eyes, and you just took in admiring her gorgeous face as she moaned from the two fingers pumping in and out of her, hard enough to make the oil splatter from the crash of your palm against her pube.

You kept pumping your fingers for a long time without lowering the intensity for a single second, you licked her tits, sucked on her nipples, kissed her neck, and bit her jawline several times, all to be able to see that beautiful girl gone crazy with pleasure. Your labors paid off, because after a few seconds she caught your hand between her thighs, which clenched violently while the pretty elf had her first orgasm of the night. The bedroom was filled with her tender moans, and her fingers clung to your hair. Your hand remained trapped between her soft thighs until Karina's body relaxed, that's when her legs fell outstretched.

"Master... I know you want to you want to fuck me, please fuck me," she begged between small sighs.

"You know I do, but I want you up first," you gave her little kisses on the cheek and one last peck on her lips before laying down next to her. Karina got up with some difficulty and knelt down next to you, and just like you did a few minutes ago, she grabbed the bottle of oil and began to put it all over your body. She focused especially on your cock, which she stroked with her palm a few times before taking it between her fingers and beginning to rub it up and down. Her handjob made you hard in just an instant, that gave her the green light to straddle your abdomen.

There you two were, both bodies slippery and shiny, and Karina looking fucking gorgeous on top of you. She flopped forward, her face on top of yours, and her tits flattened against your chest; she reached back with one of her hands, taking your cock in one hand to rub the tip of it against her slit several times, seconds later, she lined it up with her pussy and completely impaled on your flesh with just one thrust.

You both moaned at the same time, you from feeling the overwhelming warmth of her pussy walls around your cock and her from having a big chunk of meat shoved deep inside. Karina clung to your shoulders as best as she could because of how slippery your skin and hers were, and began to move her hips at a considerable pace on your cock, which was moving in and out of her pussy with a delicious and pleasurable ease. Your lips and hers met once more, with your tongues as the main protagonists this time; Karina's hands went from your shoulders to your neck, holding it gently while she moved her hips expertly; her tits were continually rubbing against your chest thanks to her movements, back and forth all the time. You had never had sex like that, but you could be sure that it was the best sexual experience of your life, the contact felt much more intimate and passionate, and the shiny touch on your skin added a sexier touch to your bodies.

"Stop, honey, you know what to do," you gasped as you pulled away from the kiss. Karina didn't say anything, she just got off of you and lay on her back with her legs open, you got up and positioned yourself between them, to put your cock back into her slippery pussy.

You leaned forward, and without thinking twice you began to fuck Karina as she deserved, making her tits bounce with each thrust you gave. You held her legs back, reaching even deeper into her wet pussy; she moaned louder, and your mind went into a trance-like state where you could only go higher and higher.

"Just like that master! Fuck me hard! Use me like the pretty toy that I am!" she begged between beautiful whimpers, while you gave her exactly what she asked for, strong and deep thrusts that almost didn’t pin her against her mattress. 

The bed soon began to shake together because of the intense fucking you were giving her, Karina's tits were moving uncontrollably, and you decided to change position to be able to do something about it; you turned her body on her side from the hips down, and on her back from the hips up, that way you could grab her tits freely while you continued pouding her pussy.

"I'm going to cum inside you, are you okay with that, Karina?" in this new position your left hand was clinging to her waist, pressing her hard with your fingers, while the other hand was on her tits, either massaging them or pinching her nipples.

"You can cum anywhere on my body you want, master!" Karina's eyes were crystallized, about to cry because of how good she felt.

You stopped once more, this time to lie down next to her but without leaving her pussy, her back was now pressed against your chest, and your face was right next to hers; you wrapped one arm under her neck and the other between her tits, enveloping her in a warm, sticky embrace as you thrust frantically inside her. Karina turned her head to give you just a little kiss, because all she wanted was to look into your eyes while she cupped the side of your face with her hand.

"Fill me with your seed master, please... please!" she begged between moans and shrieks.

You didn't need her to tell you again. You went back to the trance of a few minutes ago, your right hand grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it hard, making it shake violently as a result of your thrusts. You don't know how much time passed, it could have been seconds or minutes, but your orgasm hit you like a category 5 hurricane. You moaned into Karina's ear, shooting your entire load into her silky cunt, but that only made the elf cum for the second time, now you two were prisoners of the spasms that mercilessly shook your bodies. Your thrusts became slow, not stopping until every little drop of your cum was perfectly planted inside her. She kept on overcoming her orgasm, so her pussy didn't let you go for a few seconds.

Silence took over the bedroom for a long time, in which you and Karina were perfectly coupled chest to back. You were the first to speak.

"You… you can't stay, right?" you asked innocently in a mutter.

Karina snapped her fingers, making the plastic blanket disappear under you, and not only that, making your bodies dry again. You couldn't do anything but thank her mentally, now you could feel the creamy softness of her skin. She turned around, and hugged you with one arm and one leg.

"I'm sorry but... no, I can't," she said with a sad smile, "when the sun starts to rise, I'll have to go home."

"Does that mean you can at least sleep over with me?" you took her chin with your fingers, giving her a little kiss.

"Yeah, sure master," she smiled, then kissed you back, "but hey, if you're still a good boy next year, I'll be back."

"Believe me, I'll be the best of boys every year to see you again," her blue eyes gave a nice sparkle again, that made you smile.

"Maybe I'll take you to my home for a visit, who knows?" she shrugged.

"To see the little sapling I just planted inside you already born?" you joked. Dumb.

"Yes, that's right," she said, more convinced than you'd like. You saw her frowning, and she simply closed her eyes, sinking her face on your neck, "rest well, master... until next year."

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SPREN NOTES:

Well, now, this is the last smut of the year, finally! It is the Christmas gift that I leave you, since I will be a little inactive during these days for obvious reasons. I hope you enjoy it!

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[dandylovesturtles]

Have some Sidelined AU tidepod duo feels for your soul

no content warnings

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When Mikey was eight, he wanted to climb a tree in Central Park.

Raph was too nervous to go with him - what if a branch snapped under his weight, or a human saw them, even though it was night? And Donnie had absolutely no interest, bent over his phone and scrolling away. But Leo hopped right up onto the branch next to him, grinning wide, and said, "Race you to the top!"

Mikey had been on rooftops with his brothers before, but climbing the tree was completely different. There were no flat spaces, no ladders, and everything was uneven spaces. They had to stretch their legs or swing over gaps to the next branch, hauling themselves up by the pure strength of their arms. It was fun and free and easy, and Mikey found himself laughing and whooping the whole way as he hurried to be faster than Leo.

He won the race. Looking back on it now, maybe Leo let him win. In the moment nothing like that occurred to him, though - he sat on one of the top branches at the thinnest part of the tree, one arm looped around the trunk and the other thrust high above his head in victory.

"YEEEEAAAH! I WON! THANK YOU, NEW YORK CITY!"

Leo pouted as he pulled himself up onto a branch close to Mikey. "Aww man! Can't believe I lost to a baby."

"I'm not a baby!" Mikey argued as he had many times before, swinging his legs back and forth. "Could a baby climb a whole tree?"

"Hmm..." Leo gave it some thought. "A monkey baby could."

Mikey had kicked at Leo's feet, but he was too far away to make contact, so it got boring fast. Instead, he let his eyes trail to the view around them.

"Wow... we're so high! You can see the whole city from here!"

"Totally," Leo agreed. "Dee and Raph are missing out."

Mikey snickered. "They aren't as cool as us."

"Well, we already knew that," said Leo, grinning and holding out a fist for Mikey to bump.

They sat there for several more minutes, just taking in the view. It wasn't the tallest tree in the park, and definitely wasn't tall enough to see over the skyscrapers, but at the time Mikey felt like he'd summitted Mount Everest. This was surely as high up as anyone had ever climbed.

Soon enough, Raph started to call for them to come down, and with a resigned sigh Leo swung backwards off the branch he was sitting on and flipped down to the next. "Come on, Mikey, let's go."

It was a cool move, and Mikey wanted to copy it. He fell back, watching the city flip upside down, then made it as far as dangling under the branch the way Leo had.

Only, there was nothing under his feet to step onto. He looked, but he couldn't find the branch he'd used to climb up.

"L-leo," he called nervously, kicking his feet over empty air. "There's nowhere to go."

"Hey, you're fine," said Leo, standing on a branch just in front of him. "The branch is just a few inches behind you."

Mikey tried to look over his shoulder and see it, but his shell was in the way. He windmilled his feet, not finding purchase, and his hands were starting to slip. "Leo!" he cried more urgently.

"Mikey, you're fine," said Leo, in the big brother voice he almost never used, and Mikey stopped looking for the branch to meet his eyes. "Just kick your feet back a little and you'll feel it."

Mikey kicked his feet back and found the branch. Instinctively he wrapped his toes around it, relaxing when he finally had somewhere to rest his weight.

He looked down, and the climb to the ground was suddenly a dizzying task.

"I can't do it."

"Yes you can. You got all the way up here, now you just have to do it backwards."

"I can't see the branches."

"So you go by feel. Here, watch me." Leo lowered himself over the branch he was standing on, feeling with his feet until he found the next branch. "See? Easy!"

"That's not easy!"

"Come on, Mikey, you got this!"

"What if I fall?"

"I'm right here with you," said Leo. "I'd never let you fall."

Somehow, that was all it took. Leo was right there, and he wasn't going to let Mikey fall.

Mikey lowered himself to the next branch. Leo cheered, "There you go!" and dropped down again.

It was slower going than it took to get to the top of the tree, but soon enough Mikey was dropping out of the lower branches and into Raph's waiting arms, feeling giddy with his triumph. Leo dropped down after, purposely losing his footing on the landing so he collided with Donnie, who nearly dropped his phone and began to yell.

Later, Mikey would remember the stomach-swooping fear, but he would also remember the excitement and pride as he got better at finding his way, which turned to easy joy as he swung more freely through the tree. And most of all, he remembered the trust he'd felt in Leo, right there by his side, ensuring he wouldn't fall and cheering him on every step of the way.

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Today, there's wood under Leo's hands again; not a tree branch, but the smoothed support poles Donnie made for his physical therapy. He stands between them, gripping tight, and takes laborious steps back and forth across the training room. He's done the course twice and is turning around for his third go.

He slumps, and motions for water. He's shaking and panting, even just this short walk taking a lot out of him.

Mikey hops forward and holds up the water bottle so Leo can suck on the straw.

"I'm totally wiped," he says after he's done drinking. Mikey can believe it - from this close he can see how Leo is sweating.

"If you want me to go all the way across Manhattan for the good doughnuts, you'll do two more," says Donnie. It's an empty threat and they all know it - if Leo manages to make it even halfway, Donnie will get him any treat he wants. But the twins have always worked best when they're challenging each other, and it's no surprise to Mikey that Leo straightens back up and steels himself to step forward.

"Dee's a slavedriver," he says, tossing Mikey a tired grin, before he starts again.

"Five reps is the goal today," Raph says from where he's leaning against the wall, physically fighting his need to hover. "You've done it before, you can do it again."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

Mikey watches Leo keep doggedly walking forward, holding onto the support bars with both hands so he doesn't slip, and he thinks about being at the top of the tree, when he was scared he would fall.

The worst part had been that he couldn't see what came next. Couldn't work out whether he could just step to the next branch, or if he'd have to swing or drop to it. The uncertainty had been scary, had almost made him freeze up. But Leo had been there, guiding him forward.

In a way, Leo's in his own tree now, coming down blind. He's having to feel for the steps and the drops, grasping for the next branch. Sometimes he hits a wall and ends up backtracking, sometimes he drops so hard it takes him days to get back up. And this time, there's no one going ahead to guide him, no one who can see the rough steps before they come, no one to warn him about missing branches.

But he's not alone, either. Donnie with all his equipment and gadgets. Raph with his training regimens and careful monitoring. And Mikey himself, with his meal plans and creative recipes that hide all the veggies Leo hates eating.

They're right here with him, and they'd never let him fall.

Leo turns around for his last walk. Mikey trots over with his water bottle again.

"Race you to the end?" he suggests, grinning, and Leo gives him an amused look.

"You've never been faster than me," he says, and Mikey can't help but grin.

"Maybe I'll surprise you."

So they race, across the room and back. Mikey makes it to the end first, cheering and throwing his hands in the air as he goes to retrieve Leo's chair.

"Can't believe you beat me," says Leo as he flops into the seat. But he holds out his shaking hand for a fistbump that Mikey gleefully returns.

Later, he'll say Leo let him win.

[beingawriteriskillingme]

I absolutely adore your writing! would you please do Mu Qing(Heaven Official’s Blessing) with the prompt “You look really good in my clothes” but in a fluffy way not spicy at all, also i’m not sure if it’ll work better with modern AU but you’re the expert so i’m sure you know best! thank you love! ❤️

Stealing Clothes {Mu Qing}

A/n: sorry this took so long but I hope you like it nonetheless. I don't write AUs in general so I took the liberty of writing this in the traditional tgcf timeline instead of ignoring it. I hope you like it and thank you for requesting. Also since you didn't specify the genre, I made the reader gn but feel free to tell me to change it.

Pairing: Mu Qing x gn!reader

Trigger warnings: none

The day was not really going as well as it should be. You woke up late, had to attend at least four of those meetings for the heavenly officials and then a feast, attend to your devotees prayers. Between the prayers and the next thing on our schedule, you actually had a ten minute break just to remind you that heavenly officials didn't just sit around all day.

Naturally, you decided to head out for a walk alone. Alone time was so needed right at that very moment, especially when your head was filled with all the things that you still had to do.

Whoever said the Heavenly Realm is the most perfect place in the world wasn't lying. From the flowers and the trees of all kinds and rarity all the way to the small ponds, lakes, rivers, everything was majestic. But whoever said the Heavenly Realm is the most flawless place in the world was definitely lying. Along with the the few officials who had told you earlier at the feast that you were one of the luckiest officials they knew.

With your ass right in the middle of a small mud puddle near Mu Qing's palace, you didn't really feel lucky right now. How did the puddle even came to be? It hadn't rained at all those past few days so there was no way there could be any mud.

The only reason you were lucky was because most of the officials were still at the feast and so, with Mu Qing's palace being the closest, you quickly stood up and practically ran inside.

You hadn't seen Mu Qing at the feast earlier but you knew that his schedule was equally full today so it wasn't surprising. If the two of you hadn't been dating you would have never stepped foot in his palace.

"What are you doing?"

"Why are you here?" It was a stupid question, really, but he had described his schedule so damn full last night at your stroll that you really had thought he wasn't going to be in his palace at all today. Yet there he was, standing with his arms folded against his chest.

He wasn't angry. Mu Qing always had that stance when he was curious. At least that was what youliked to believe. "I asked first." All it took was for him to examine your dirty clothes more carefully. "Oh..."

"Yes, oh... can I borrow some of yours?" Mu Qing's eyes widened and he quickly turned his head to the side, covering half of his face with his sleeve. "Please..."

"The wardrobe is over there..." He pointed at a door on the right side of the hallway. Casting him a smile, you quickly ran to the wardrobe and got changed. If you hadn't used some spiritual power to tailor his clothes to your size they would have been way too big on you.

Once you were done, you walked out and headed to Mu Qing's room which was opposite to the wardrobe. "How do I look?" You made a twirl so he could see the entirety of your new outfit.

"You used spiritual power to tailor my clothes but not to clean your own?" He raised an eyebrow in question.

"Shhh..." You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a big warm hug as a thank you. "Those are minor details."

A small pause followed and after Mu Qing made sure you were not looking at him, he let out a small smile and kissed the top of your head. "You look good in my clothes."

[corroded-hellfire]

I genuinely wanna know about Brittany and Eddie's story. Like how did they meet? What kind of relationship did they have? Did they actually love each other at one point or were they just irrational horny?

I love that you want to know what led up to the toxicity that we see between the two of them now. That genuinely makes my heart so happy. Showing is easier than telling when it comes to the question “what did of relationship did they have?” so if you have any specific questions or scenarios you’d wanna hear about between them, I would be happy to elaborate! They did genuinely love each other at some point. Was it ever the same point in time? Ever the same amount? All things that are debatable. But yes, they both did truly love one another somewhere along the way. And as for how they met, I know Eddie briefly mentioned it to reader in the past, so I thought I might expand a bit on that here!

Warnings: Brittany cause she needs her own warning tbh, Eddie gets hard cause he’s a dumb young boy, reader is not in this

Words: 1.2k

[As You Wish masterlist]

It’s been a good day for Eddie Munson so far. He came up with a great ending for the campaign he’s been hard at work on, Ms. O’Donnell had a substitute, and Jeff booked a new gig for Corroded Coffin next week. Now, to top it all off, he has one of his best customers meeting him, meaning he’ll score some great cash.

Eddie sits on top of the picnic table, metal lunchbox at his hip, tossing pretzels in the air and trying to catch them in his mouth. Two have hit him in the nose and one in the eye, but for the most part, he’s doing pretty well at it.

Distant giggling catches Eddie’s attention and he puts his baggie of pretzels back into the pocket of his jeans. Chrissy is always a bubbly person but even she doesn’t just laugh to herself for no reason. But she’s not alone, Eddie realizes as he glimpses two green cheerleader skirts approaching through the trees.

Hawkins High isn’t a big school, so Eddie’s seen all the cheerleaders around, even if he couldn’t tell you their names. Honestly, he probably wouldn’t be able to pick out their faces either if they weren’t in their uniforms. Why pay attention when sports are so far out of his realm?

Eddie fiddles with his cross ring as the girls approach and he can hear them talking, laughing over something together. He wonders if the other girl is here to score something too, or just tagging along with her friend. If she’s looking to buy, what could he talk her into?

A twig snaps as Chrissy finally steps into the small clearing, her friend a step behind her.

“Hey, Eddie,” Chrissy says, already reaching into her sweater pocket for the cash.

“Hi,” Eddie greets, but his gaze is already stuck on the second blonde cheerleader. Usually, there’d be a goofy smile on Eddie’s face if he were staring at a girl he was attracted to, but he has enough self awareness in the moment to realize he’s actually giving this girl a pretty charming smile.

Chrissy looks up and sees the two of them looking at one another. Brittany’s smiling right back at Eddie and it’s a smile Chrissy’s seen her friend give a million guys. Sighing as she counts the cash in her hand, Chrissy wonders if she should warn Eddie or if Brittany’s gaze will even stay on the metalhead for more than this afternoon.

“Um, the usual?” Chrissy asks, stepping closer to the picnic table.

No response. Eddie’s attention doesn’t stray from Brittany.

Chrissy purses her lips, silently wondering how long these two can stare at one another before someone busts them out here for doing a drug deal. Sure, no one ever comes out here but if these two don’t stop with the heart eyes, someone is bound to come by eventually. Maybe the cops when the three students never come home from school. Brittany’s parents are definitely the type to panic if they don’t know where their daughter is every minute of every day.

“Eddie?” Chrissy tries again.

“Huh?” Eddie blinks, tearing his gaze from the curvy stranger in front of him. “Oh, right. Uh, yeah. Half ounce? It’s fifteen.”

Chrissy hands him the cash and quickly stashes the small bag of green buds he hands her into the pocket of her sweater.

“And um,” Eddie drawls, eyes traveling back to Brittany, “what about you? Anything I can get you?”

The blonde with the heart-shaped face walks forward, hips swaying with every step. She gazes at Eddie from beneath her perfectly made up eyelashes and gives him a coy smile.

“I don’t think there’s anything in that little black box to satisfy me,” she says, her voice sickly sweet coming from those pretty pink glossed lips.

The sultriness in her tone goes straight to Eddie’s cock.

Swallowing down a groan and trying to conjure visions of Wayne’s old army buddies drunk and rowdy to diffuse his boner, Eddie slaps his ringed hands on his thighs.

“Well,” Eddie says, pushing himself up to stand on the wooden seat of the picnic table. He walks booted heel to toe until he comes to the edge of the wooden plank, then hops down, crushing autumn leaves beneath his feet. “You’ll just have to let me know what I can do to satisfy you, then.” Eddie slips his hands into the pockets of his black jeans and quirks up the corner of his mouth into a smile as he takes a few steps closer to Brittany. “Might even give you a discount.”

“Hmm,” Brittany hums, eyes clearly raking up and down Eddie’s form as she chooses her next words. “That’s a lot to consider. I think I’ll have to take some time to think on that one, Eddie Munson.”

His name on her lips throws him for a loop. Not that he wasn’t well-known around school for one reason or another, but the fact that she knows his name, who he is, and is still standing here flirting with him confounds him. Especially when she doesn’t even want to buy drugs.

“You know my name?” He’s aware it’s not the most suave thing to say, but his curiosity is far too piqued not to inquire further.

“I do,” is her only reply.

Eddie chuckles and presses a hand to his Metallica tee-clad chest.

“Isn’t it only fair I know the name of the fair maiden before me?”

Brittany giggles, her nose scrunching up as she turns her head to look at Chrissy.

“He is a nerd. But it’s adorable,” she says, looking back to Eddie.

Eddie sketches a bow, as if to further prove the point. It makes Brittany giggle again and the sound fills Eddie with excitement.

“I’m Brittany,” she introduces herself. “Brittany Sobachkin.”

Before Eddie gets the chance to say anything, Brittany grabs a black pen from an outer pocket of her backpack and shoves up the sleeve of Eddie’s leather jacket as far as it will go. The tip digs into his skin as she jots down seven numbers, replaces the cap, and puts the pen back in her bag.

“If you come up with anything you think can satisfy me, give me a call,” Brittany says.

Eddie stares at the numbers before lifting his head and nodding at the pretty blonde in front of him.

“I won’t let my brain rest until it comes up with something,” he vows.

Chrissy steps up next to Brittany and loops her arm through her fellow-cheerleader’s.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Chrissy says with a cheerful smile at the man, making it clear to the two others in the space that this is her initiating the goodbye. “Same time next week, yeah?”

“I’ll be here.” Eddie shrugs, turning to look around at the small clearing surrounding them.

“Will I have to wait that long to hear from you?” Brittany asks, lower lip sticking out in a pout.

“Absolutely not,” Eddie says with a bright grin.

“Good.” Brittany steps forwards and takes the pick necklace hanging around Eddie’s neck in between two of her perfectly manicured fingers. “I’ll see you around, Eddie.”

“You know where to find me.” He internally winces, wishing he could’ve come up with something better to say, but the girls are already turning away.

“Bye,” Chrissy trills, waving over her shoulder.

Eddie lifts one hand out of his pocket to give a single wave in return.

Once Eddie can no longer hear the girls’ fading footsteps in the leaves or twigs, he lets out a loud, large sigh, and collapses back against the picnic table.

“Well, fuck,” he says to himself with a small laugh. “I’m gonna marry her someday.”

[savethevamps]

Topmew: Our Favorite Lovebirds

Disclaimer: Please don’t come making backhanded comments about their relationship. If you wanna discuss them that’s fine, but it’s no reason to post blatant hate, or negativity disguised as compliments.

Topmew are the cutest couple guys, no really they are! They’re the definition of lovebirds and everyone needs to see them in action, so here’s a post just for that. This is also known as: Top and Mew sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g…

1. Their flirting. No one does cute, annoying flirting like Top and Mew! Oh you’re out to eat with them? Get ready to feel like the loneliness third wheel while these two burn a hole into eachother and get so close, you wonder if you’re intruding on something. (You are btw, never go out with them alone)

2. Their teasing. No their flirting and teasing are not the same, if you end up in a room with them and they start teasing eachother, it’s time to run for cover. These two don’t hold back, it’s always so charged between them! Who is in control? We don’t know okay? All we know is it’s cute, it’s gross, we need to leave the room before we start seeing bare skin. I mean we would love to see it but these two don’t share so…

3. Alright I know what everyone has been waiting for, yes their dates! We can all agree that Top is the #1 Boyfriend for all these dates he came up with like, wow man he really made a lot of people side eye their partner (I sure side eyed my exes). I can’t believe he was going all out like this and people still called him a player, this guy is a big lover boy!

4. Their touches are always soft, they treat eachother so gently and with so much care. Their hands are always connected to some part of the other person’s body, and it’s always gentle, tender, soft, soft, soft! They treat each other’s body with care and respect, oh they’re so cute it’s disgusting

5. They’re so enthusiastic about eachother. If one is talking, the other is on the edge of their seat listening and ready to learn more. They will fully turn their body away from everyone else just to make sure they don’t miss out on the words falling from the other’s lips. I mean they’re just eager to know about eachother it’s so, say it with me now, cute

6. The respect they have for eachother needs to be mentioned. Listen, they will never try to force the other to change no matter what! They wish the best for each other but they’ll never push, they’ll stand aside and allow the other to make their own decisions, and still love them regardless. To them, it doesn’t matter what the other does as long as they continue to be happy and healthy; we love that for them truly

7. The way they admire eachother. Now listen, we know they’re attracted to eachother we’re not fools, we can see. But the admiration in their eyes when they see the other doing something, or again when the other person is talking? Yes, that’s the good stuff right there. They admire the other as a person and of course they find each other attractive but man, those eyes get sparkly when they catch eachother doing something they love

8. They do whatever they can to make the other’s life easier. Oh you can’t sleep because of trauma? Let me lay down with you silly boy. Some asshole bumped you with their bike and broke your glasses? Well I would go after them but you said no, so let me tape them up rather poorly. Whatever they can do to help, they’ll do it! They just want their lover to have an easy day, no matter what

9. All they need is to be around each other. It doesn’t matter what they’re doing, they don’t have to talk; as long as they’re in each other’s company, they’re happy little campers. They get so giggly about it too, cmon guys it’s people watching you! They’re so comfortable in the other’s presence, they can relax as much as they like and let their guards down for once

10. Speaking of being giggly, whenever they’re together they’re smiling! What’s so funny guys? We would like to know the joke too, but of course we wouldn’t get it cause it’s not a word, or a look; it’s just pure love. They just find happiness in everything the other does so it breaks across their faces and rises out of their lungs until they’re laughing and ticking the other to make them laugh too! I’m telling you, they can’t help themselves guys, they’re lucky they’re so cute or I would call them losers

Anyway guys, that’s Topmew for you! These boys are in love and so cute it hurts. They just ooze love. No matter what way you flip it or reverse it, these two are in love. They say it with their eyes, their actions, and of course their mouths. They go the extra mile together, expecting absolutely nothing in return and it’s all because they’re in love. It really just pours out of them yknow?

[kickthecan-revolution]

I’ve had a beautiful day today, I saw this massive olive tree on my walk that canopied the air, it’s so beautiful. Even with pausing for a minute or so before each big hill, I shaved about two minutes off my overall walk time to radiation. Today’s appointment was a breeze, I was in and out within 15m - nine more to go.

I decided to walk hills in my way home to reduce the cost of the Uber ride back and ended up at the Fairmont Hotel at the very top of San Francisco. I haven’t been inside of it, ever I think? If so I can’t remember. It’s old and ornate, they are decorating for the holidays. It’s beautiful.

I got home and saw this bouquet of flowers had arrived from my friend Kelly in Seattle - it has little bananas in it! I think it’s one of the coolest flower deliveries I have ever received in my life, I can even eat part of it!

We ended up FaceTiming and got caught up with each other. She got married a little later in life and her husband is so great – a lot more conservative than probably I’d be comfortable with, and such a kind man at his core. They traveled last year, taking a couple of honeymoon trips they’d postponed because of Covid and spent three weeks in Uganda. They visited a school where Kelly learned that the only protein kids get is one egg a week and a quarter cup of milk a week. When Kelly asked what they could give for Christmas, the Director clapped her hands and said oh if we could get them a second egg that week to celebrate it would be so incredible. Later on that evening, Kelly and her husband were driving back to where they were staying and saw a little boy in the street and short story long they couldn’t get them out of their mind, and went to the school to see if they could sponsor him. It’s a boarding school, the school actually limits class and said they were full, but a Ugandan woman was advocating for him and they ended up calling the owner of the school who happens to be in Chicago right now jetlagged, who said yes to the exception.

I asked her to send me some information. There’s a lot of kids in America right now who need a lot of help. And, one egg a week and an education for 75 bucks a month? That just seems like a no-brainer but you can’t be emotional with these decisions, these kids need you to commit for a decade. So I’m sitting with it. I was initially leery about donating to a Christian school but it really works in this area and I trust Kelly. At minimum, it was such important perspective. One egg a week. Goddamn.

Then I chatted with a work colleague - I’m definitely sensing people at my level not wanting me to come back as a manager. We have….. a lot of managers. Too many, I get it. And I think this is just even more fuel to the motivation to leave next year, don’t go to a party where you aren’t wanted. And I don’t take it personally, or I’ll try not to, I’m kind of glad for it. I’m a great leader and could be even better but being a leader has never been my primary motivator. Creating things, explaining things, solving problems, making things - that’s what I really love.

Last call was with my sister just making plans for my trip there on Saturday where I’ll make some introductions between she and the new tenants.

It’s cloudy and cold, sunny earlier but now it feels like rain. My kittens are snuggled in and so am I. I’m making a little “thank you” video to send on Thanksgiving to those in my life who really helped me, I’m a little nervous that it will be cheesy but being vulnerable is something I’m going to practice more.

[int-writersmind]

I Hate Christmas, Peter Parker {Part 2}

Peter Parker x f!Reader

It’s simple: You don’t see what the big fuss is all about surrounding Christmas, but Peter Parker thinks that this is unacceptable and puts you through step two of a multiple step list to make you fall in love with the holiday. 

{Read Part 1}

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: Not well edited will fix soon; Another Christmas song suggestion, a personal fave

That stupid little elf that greeted you as you left your apartment every morning was a reminder that Peter’s little list was far from being over. That stupid little elf, with it’s stupid little plastic face, creepy smile and knowing eyes.

“It’s an elf on the shelf, kids love them!” Peter said when he placed it on the way out of your apartment after the two of you spent way too many hours decorating your place. You hated to admit it, but you actually had fun. But the elf on the shelf was not the cherry on top that Peter was so keen on it being.

“You’re telling me that children actually enjoy the idea of some vile creature constantly watching them?” you responded.

Anyway, you were dreading whatever was next, it was the second week of December and there wasn’t any movement from Peter’s end. Granted he was pretty busy with his second life, dealing with a group of baddies that decided that this time of year was the perfect time for a group project of evil–Peter’s words, not yours. 

You were admittedly gutted, Christmas was far from being your favorite holiday, but at least it gave Peter an excuse to annoy you more than often, and more Peter was always better. But you knew and understood everything that came with Peter’s other job.

It was late now, soft snow was falling from the night sky. Anywhere else that would be magically and beautiful, the very definition of a White Christmas. But all you could imagine was the aftermath that came when it snowed in the city. Train delays, black ice, yellow snow, and that god awful gray snow that somehow, not matter how careful you were, your foot always found itself in. It wasn’t Christmas fault of course, annoying snow could come at any time over the winter (and sometimes Spring) season, but the damn thing was always linked to the holiday.

You were loss in your work, trying to catch up on some documents before the holidays caused everyone to not check their emails until the new year. You were snuggled up in some pajamas pants that once had a matching top and a raglan t-shirt from the men’s section. As you are sip from your hot chocolate, you don’t even notice the subtle tapping coming from your window. Alone on your couch, you just chuck up the sound to some apartment ambience. It isn’t until the tapping become more preseinset that you notice it.

“Oh gosh, sorry,” You say to Peter as you open the window, reaching for a hoodie as the brisk winter air rushes in. Peter just sits on your windowsill, pulling his Spider-Man mask off. Your little apartment was tucked in a strange corner of the city, one where most of your windows were facing a wall, some Peter never really feared that someone was watching the two of you.

“Good thing I wasn’t bleeding out.” Peter just swings his legs in, not fully coming into the apartment.

“Not this time at least” You respond, “So what’s up? Can you stay?” You gesture to the Spider-Man costume. 

“Oh yeah, the city’s quiet tonight,” He glimpses at the city behind him before returning this attention back to you. “I was actually here because of…the list”

You roll your eyes. “Really, and what could possibly be on the list that involves Spider-Man?”

“The Tree.”

You try to stifle a groan, he was talking about the Rockefeller Christmas Tree, the one Christmas tree that all sane native born New Yorkers knew to avoid like the plague around this time. Yes, yes, it was very pretty with its gigantic size, thousands of lights, and of course that enormous Swarovski star on the top. The tree was nice to view on TV during the tree lighting ceremony and through other people’s social media, but actually being there, in the thick of it, was terrible. The crowds, the cold, the totally unoriginal photo ideas. “Peter–”

“Now listen here Debbie Downer,” You make a face at Peter, who puts his hands up in surrender. “If we go now I bet you it will be a fun time.”

The two of you just stare at one another, “Fine, I’ll get my coat.”

About fifteen minutes later, Peter has the two of you swinging through the snow and cold, both whipping past your face and ears, causing a slight stinging sensation. The damn coat, hat and scarf did nothing to cut down on the weather’s feeling. 

Since the two of you started dating and some time after Peter told you the truth of him being Spider-Man, you had your fair share of swinging through the city moments. It didn’t mean that you were used to the feeling of constantly falling through the sky to only be pulled forward. Oh c’mon this is slow Peter once said.

Thankfully the journey wasn’t as long as Peter quickly lands the two of you on a rooftop across the street from the Tree. “See, not too bad?” Peter says.

“Sure, sure, sure, sure.” You answer back, sitting at the edge of the building, feet dangling over the side, it takes Peter a few moments before he sits next to you.

Now without a mask and spotting a brown bag, Peter sits next to you, nudging his shoulder into yours, you can’t help but smile as you pull out a Christmas tree shaped donut out the bag.

As you bite into the somehow still warm pastry, glancing at the tree and all it sparking glory before looking at Peter. “Two Christmas trees on the list Parker?”

“Well, this wasn’t originally the plan ok,” Peter scoffs as he bites into a Santa shaped donut. “It was going to be a whole day, with ice skating, tree viewing–”

“I’m just joking,”You lightly punch him on the arm, taking another bite from the donut. “I actually quite like this, just the two of us, here, looking at the tree. You get to like, actually enjoy looking at it without getting in any one’s way. “

“That’s true, just the two of us up here…how many people can say they saw the tree like this?”

“Well, probably everyone that lives in this building?” You both laugh as the two of you finish the donuts. You lean over and kiss Peter, savoring the sweetness from his lips. You can’t help but lick your lips staring at him as you do so. “Just so you know, I really appreciate this.”

“I know,” Peter’s eyes glance downwards towards your lips. “Does this mean you're starting to love Christmas now?”

“Hell no, but I can think of a few ideas that might change my mind.” You lean in, hands resting on his chest, pecking at his lips again.

“Not yet,” He moves just slightly away from you, “But I promise the next one will be worth it.”

Before the two of you kiss again, the lights on the tree go off, you stare a little loss at one another. “Peter?”

“No Spidey-Sense, nothing’s wrong.”

You pull out your phone and check the time—midnight “Guess it's much later than I thought it was.”

“God, same, I’m so tired.” Peter lets his head fall on your chest, you hold him in your arms.

“Come back to my place Spider-boy,” You gently run your fingers through his hair. “You’re freezing and I have a hot chocolate with your name on it. “

“Sounds good to me,” Peter looks up. “But only if we can watch a Christmas movie.”

“Of course.” You say with just a hint sarcasm

~

Sorry for the late upload and the short length just not in the right head space right now, but I'll live. try to get something up on Wed but no promises in case I forget. But stay with me pls!

Anyway, to lighten things up, what Christmas movie do you think Peter would pick?

[mrskyler]

hellooo!! may i request headcannons for sunny with a reader whos very affectionate? thank youu!

✮⋆˙ Your own Sun˙⋆✮

Versão Português

「 Sunny x Affectionate! Male reader 」

[ English is not my first language, sorry for any writing mistakes ]

⌗ a/n: OMG MY FIRST REQUEST, I'M SO HAPPY! Thank you Anon for the request, I hope you like it! ‹𝟹 ( You didn't say if you wanted romantic or platonic, so I decided to do romantic. )

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⌗ Sunny HC's in public:

When you hug Sunny out of nowhere, especially if it's from behind, you feel him stiffen under your touch. He simply freezes in place and doesn't respond when you call his name, much less when you wave your hand in front of his eyes – trying to wake him from his trance.

Sunny's cheeks and ears turn red when you decide to show everyone that you love him; holding hands, clinging to him like a koala or calling him cute nicknames.

When this happens, Sunny immediately becomes a walking tomato and right away he can do three things:

1st - Pick up anything close to him and hide his face with it.

2nd - Hide behind something like a mailbox or a tree.

3rd - Run.

If you kiss Sunny on the cheek in public or in front of your friends, be prepared to hold him, because he will definitely faint.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Since Mari's death 4 years ago, your friends had become separated and it was painful to even have a simple picnic together. Knowing this, you were very surprised when they just showed up at your door one day and dragged you away for one.

When you arrived at the church door, you finally understood. They didn't want to leave Mari out, so they decided to have a picnic right next to her grave.

-

It's a sunny day and there's a slight breeze in the air. Eating a cake, you see Hero rummaging through the picnic basket looking for something. But you notice that his eyes are far away.

Maybe he's thinking about Mari.

Seeing this, you try to get his attention. "Hey Hero! Did you make this cake?" He jumps a little when his train of thought is cut off.

"H-Huh?" He looks in your direction confused, he didn't hear what you said.

You laugh a little at his reaction. "I asked if you made this cake." You say pointing with your fork at the cake in front of everyone.

He responds with a smile: "Ah yes, I made it (M/n). I used my grandmother's recipe."

"Really? It's really good Hero! You really are a great cook!" You congratulate him on the delicious cake.

He is a little surprised and gives an embarrassed smile with his eyes closed while rubbing the back of his neck. "Thank you (M/n), I'm glad you liked my cake." You return his thanks with a gentle smile.

Hero turns towards the basket and takes what he was looking for. Meanwhile, Basil tries to calm Aubrey who is cursing Kel while trying to stop him from eating his 4th piece of cake; and your boyfriend, Sunny, is sitting next to you.

You look at Sunny, who is basically leaning into your arm and has his head slightly resting on your shoulder. Which leaves you quite surprised, since he is normally very shy when it comes to showing any kind of affection in public – especially in the presence of his friends.

You close your eyes slightly, worried. Maybe he's just uncomfortable being at his dead sister's grave and is trying to look to you for some kind of comfort.

That would make sense, since earlier today when you guys put the picnic blanket down, Sunny didn't sit next to Mari like Hero. When this happened, you were surprised, but you didn't say anything and just sat next to her. You don't judge Sunny and you never could, after all, everyone goes through grief differently.

Turning your attention to your plate, you pick up the strawberry on top of the cake and with a big smile on your face, put it in your mouth. You fidget and make happy noises as you chew on it.

You didn't notice, but Sunny saw your reaction out of the corner of his eye. Looking down at his own plate, he sees the strawberry on top of his cake. With an idea in his head, his cheeks and ears turn slightly red. Then he picks up the strawberry with his fork and puts it on your plate.

"Sunny?" He jumps, almost knocking the plate off his lap.

Lifting his head slightly, Sunny sees your eyes looking at him.

He starts to get up ready to run.

"Sunny!! Sit down right now!" Comically screams your chibi version, while holding a chibi version of Sunny by the shoulders and forcing him to sit on the floor again. "The last time you ran after getting caught doing something for me, you almost got hit by a car!"

Returning to your normal forms, Sunny couldn't say anything in his defense because he knew very well that it was true. So he hid his embarrassed face with his hands, while he still had you holding him by the shoulders.

You let out a defeated sigh and turn your body towards him. "You don't need to be embarrassed Sunny. No one is going to make fun of you just because you're showing some kind of affection." You try to calm him down and reassure him that nothing bad will happen just because he gave you the strawberry from his cake.

You pet his head trying to comfort him, but you still had your other hand on his shoulder in case he freaks out again and decides to run.

Feeling his shoulder relax a little and seeing his head lower at your touch, you give him a gentle smile. "There, there, Sunny. There's no need to worry, nothing bad will happen to you. Not when I'm here." You laugh a little as you pretend to calm a little child or a puppy. But if you were to compare, Sunny always looked more like a cat than a dog.

After a few seconds of calming him down, he lowers his hands a little from his face – slightly showing his eyes. But even so, you can see his cheeks as red as a tomato.

Seeing this, you smile. "But thank you very much for the strawberry, dear!" You say without thinking much. Before Sunny understands what you said, you lift his bangs and plant a kiss on it, purposely making a loud, "Mwah!" noise.

You pull away a little and give a big smile with your eyes closed, until you feel Sunny falling on top of you.

You don't understand and think he's just leaning towards you like before, so you hug him and feel his warm face on your neck.

Meanwhile, your friends are in shock at what they just witnessed.

"(M/n)...I think Sunny passed out-"

"WHAT?!"

⌗ Sunny HC's in private:

When you stay at each other's houses, Sunny will follow you everywhere like a duckling.

When you leave the bathroom, you will trip over him – who has been sitting next to the door this whole time.

The moment you sit down on the bed or sofa, Sunny will already have his head in your lap or hugging you like a koala.

If you stroke his hair, he will somehow start to purr (?) and in a few seconds, he will be asleep.

Since Sunny spent years without having any contact with anyone other than his mother, he's not sure how to ask for affection from you. Then he will simply stand in front of you looking at your eyes, until you understand that he wants a hug or pat on the head.

If you kiss him anywhere on his face, he will still have that expressionless face, but you can see that his eyes soften a little and his cheeks and ears turn slightly red.

Sunny is a great listener. So when you're talking about something you like or just venting about something that happened to you, he will nod his head every now and then to reassure you that he's listening and understanding what you're saying.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

You go down the stairs of Sunny's house and go towards the kitchen to get something to drink.

Opening the fridge, you look for something you like – but only find water. Shrugging your shoulders, you pick up the water pitcher and fill a glass cup.

You put it in your mouth and turn around. Just to run into your boyfriend.

You spit out the water and start coughing nonstop.

Sunny is startled by your reaction, but becomes concerned when you start coughing uncontrollably.

He's been following you since the moment you got out of bed and walked out the bedroom door. But the problem was that you didn't hear his footsteps behind you when you were walking down the stairs.

Didn't even feel his presence in the kitchen – since he didn't say a word.

You put your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath. Seeing this, Sunny approaches worriedly, but you extend your arm and stop him.

You stand up and wipe the water running down your chin. "I'm fine Sunny, don't worry..." You say shakily and finished.

Sunny is freaking out inside.

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[willyismybicycle]

Title: this lust is a burden wee both share [1,751 words] (Part 4 of the earth, the sky, the sea) Rating: Explicit Pairing: Auston Matthews/Mitch Marner Tags: Blow Jobs, Blood and Injury, Light Masochism, Light Sadism, Crying, Wet & Messy, Rough Oral Sex, slight Bloodplay, slight degradation, Auston is a little mean and Mitch loves it, Top Auston Matthews, Bottom Mitch Marner A/N: Someone PLEASE stop me, jfc

Summary: November 28, 2023: Mitch takes a puck to the jaw and has to get stitches. He still wants to suck Auston’s dick though.

“Please? Miss your cock,” Mitch whispers, slowly sliding off the couch to settle on his knees. “Mitch…”

Written for my talented pal @mxaether, who I've dragged into this hellhole with me.

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“Jesus,” Auston mutters as he tilts Mitch’s head up and looks at the laceration from more angles than Mitch thinks is strictly necessary. It’s giving off “photographer for Vogue” vibes, while he models his big, stupid, stitches for Auston. 

“S’not that bad,” he says, trying to bat Auston’s hand away. 

“Your face literally has stitches in it,” Auston replies, sounding about as impressed as Mitch thought he’d be (which is: not at all). 

“Yeah but it’s fine,” Mitch tries again, squirming to get out of Auston’s hold. 

“Sit still,” Auston growls and, well fuck if Mitch doesn’t go a little boneless. The response is built into him, he can’t help it. He’s fucking Pavlov’s dog or whatever, okay? 

“What are you, a doctor or somethin’? C’mon, Tone,” Mitch pleads, fidgeting again. “Knock it off.”

“Stop being stubborn,” Auston chides. “I’m getting you some ice.”

“Auston, it’s fine.”

Auston raises an eyebrow at the use of his full first name, since Mitch hasn’t called him that in literally forever. 

“Honest,” Mitch vows, making an exaggerated cross over his heart. “Can’t even feel it.”

“Well, yeah, ‘cause they shot you up with fucking lidocaine!”

“Okay, and?! It’s perfect! It means I can still suck your dick toni—” 

“Don’t even finish that sentence, what the fuck Mitch. We are not.”

Mitch pouts, which he thinks shows off just how perfectly fine his jaw is. “Please?” 

Auston opens his mouth and — 

Mitch tries his best to smother his creeping grin, tries to keep looking innocent and pouty because Auston’s such a sucker for begging. Or pouting. Or just, in general, dominating someone who’s submitting so willingly.

(Which he is).

(So, so willingly).

“Please? Miss your cock,” Mitch whispers, slowly sliding off the couch to settle on his knees.

“Mitch…” 

Auston’s warning tone is definitely lacking its usual baritone, so Mitch keeps going. His hands slide up the fucking tree trunks that Auston calls thighs, and digs his fingers into the muscle, moaning already. Auston’s body is such a fucking gift. He can’t believe he gets to indulge in it everyday. 

“Yes?” Mitch asks, feigning innocence, giving his best doe eyes. Settling in comfortably, he runs his palms along the inside of Auston’s thighs, gently prying them apart. 

A shiver runs up his spine when Auston’s legs fall open for him — he knows he couldn’t move Auston one goddamn inch if he tried. This is Auston letting him. 

Auston letting him tug those shorts and briefs down, letting him nuzzle his face against Auston’s cock.

“Fuck,” is all Auston can say. But the way he says it — like it’s his last dying breath, like it’s the only word he knows, like he can’t possibly say anything else to get the point across? 

Fuck is right. 

Auston’s dick is beautiful and Mitch knows that most people don’t describe dicks as pretty or beautiful, but they’ve never seen Auston’s. It’s as thick as the fucking rest of him. Solid. Hefty. He loves when it’s nestled in the crevice between Auston’s groin and thigh as much as when it stands tall and proud like it is now. 

“Hell yes,” he says more to himself than Auston, taking the cock in his hand and giving it a few small strokes before licking up the entire length of it. He swipes his tongue back and forth as he makes his way from base to tip, spreading his spit as he goes. 

“Fuck, Mitch, I — are you sure?” Auston asks, his voice getting more and more breathless as Mitch continues. 

“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” Mitch says flippantly before going back to enjoying himself. He lets his tongue circle around the head of Auston’s cock, his hand gently pulling the foreskin back. 

“Shit,” Auston breathes out. Mitch watches Auston’s abs contract, watches the way his forearm muscles twitch with the effort of staying at his side. If he wasn’t already sucking dick, his mouth would be watering. 

The next time he dips his tongue in, softly prodding at the slit, he can taste the slight bitterness of Auston’s precome building up and he can’t help but stick his free hand down his pants. He’s so fucking hard — has been ever since Auston first grabbed his face, first dug his fingers into the space under his chin just close enough to the injury to make it throb. Just like his cock. 

He keeps his mouth open, tongue pressed down by the weight of Auston’s cock. Does his wound twinge a bit? Sure, maybe. But does he fucking love that sweet little sharp graze of pain? Yes. Very yes. Now he just has to make Auston keep going.  

–

Mitch looks like a fucking dream, and Auston hates how much he loves it. He doesn’t like seeing Mitch hurt. He doesn’t. 

But — 

Sometimes, when Mitch is bratty enough, when Mitch pushes Auston’s patience and gets spanked for it, Auston can’t help admiring the blossoming of blood and the way Mitch’s ass feels hot. Like a pile of cinder waiting for Auston’s hand to strike again and bring the flame back to life. 

Sometimes, when Mitch asks, Auston’s open palm will connect with Mitch’s cheek and Mitch turns the same shade of pink it gets when Auston whispers in his ear during a game. Telling him all the things Auston’s going to do once the game is over.

Sometimes, when they’re so goddamn impatient and they can’t wait to get home, they just have to hope the water from the shower is enough. Or Mitch will spit on Auston’s cock and Auston will spit on Mitch’s hole and then Auston has to keep a hand clamped over Mitch’s mouth anyway. Not that he wants to. The noise Mitch makes when it’s almost too much to handle is exquisite. A stifled screech that sounds like it’s tearing his throat up, a noise that should make Auston stop and ask if Mitch is okay, but instead he just drives in harder. 

So yeah, sometimes, Auston just can’t help the fact that Mitch looks so good when he’s in pain, sounds so good when he’s hurting.

Like right now, when he can tell that Mitch is straining even more than usual, that his jaw is open wide and willing, it’s so hot — but he can’t stop looking at the stitches as they get tugged and pulled. 

“Mitch, baby, you — stop, you gotta stop,” he tries, even though his hips traitorously thrust towards that tight, sweet warmth. 

“Nnnnngg,” Mitch groans, his throat constricting around Auston’s cock. It’s even worse with Mitch’s body bouncing lightly with his own masturbating. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” Auston exhales, stretching it out for as long as Mitch takes to seal his lips around the base of his cock and pull off slowly. 

“Cmon,” Mitch rasps. “Don’t lie to me, I know you want it, and I want it, so what’s the problem?”

“Your stitches, you fucking ass, that’s the problem.” Frustrated by Mitch’s defiance, he pokes at Mitch’s cheek above the injury, hoping to emphasize his point. 

Instead, Mitch moans and it’s not just a moan, like “mmm that’s yummy”, it’s a moan. Like “fuck, that’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted and I will die right here on the spot if I don’t have more”. One of those. 

It’s fucking filthy. 

And then Mitch tries to swallow Auston’s dick whole.

“You — fucking slut,” Auston grumbles, hand tangling in Mitch’s short hair. Fine. That’s how Mitch wants it? Fine. 

“Mmmhmmmm,” Mitch hums, the vibration travelling up Auston’s entire cock. 

Auston tugs Mitch’s head down further, gagging him just like Auston knows he wants. “What’s the matter? Suddenly can’t handle it after you fuckin’ beg for it?”

Mitch’s moans reach a new octave, like he’s enjoying it. Because he is. And Auston can’t have that, can he now? 

He brings his other hand to Mitch’s neck, thumb pressed against the racing pulse, pressed against his own cock buried in Mitch’s throat. 

And now Mitch starts to lose it a bit — the tears that have been building finally spilling out the corner of his eyes, the smug look shattering.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Auston goads, snapping his hips up, keeping Mitch firmly in place. “Jesus, Mitchy, you’re making a fucking mess.” 

It’s a combination of drool and precome, with Mitch’s jaw a little slack, his choking and coughing forcing spittle to leak from the corners of his mouth. He watches Mitch’s normally clear blue eyes grow dark and glassy, and he can’t hold himself back either. Mitch’s mouth feels far too good, like it was made specifically as a place for Auston to dump his come. 

“Fucking come, then,” Auston orders, his thumb sliding up Mitch’s neck to the delicate patch of stitches. The lidocaine has probably worn off by now, at least a little bit, so Auston presses just below it.

When Mitch whimpers loudly, Auston keeps going. He cups Mitch’s face in his large hands, smears the drool with his palms and the tears with his thumbs. 

And then he fucks Mitch’s mouth like his life depends on it. It’s so goddamm wet. Every time he thrusts up, the slap of his balls against Mitch’s chin is loud and lewd, joining the sounds of Mitch’s gurgles every time he hits the back of Mitch’s throat. 

He can feel Mitch’s orgasm through his own cock — the squirming, the tightening of Mitch’s throat, the hot exhale through Mitch’s nose that warms the spot right below his treasure trail. 

His palms are so warm and so wet. Heated by Mitch’s cheek, dampened by more tears and now a little blood. 

He comes down Mitch’s inviting throat, thighs tensed so hard he might’ve cracked Mitch’s skull if his own hands weren’t placed where they are. “Fuck, take it —”

Mitch hollows his cheeks and takes like he’s told. He swallows and bobs his head slowly, rubbing into Auston’s hands. 

When he finally pulls off, the last of spit and come dribbles down and starts cooling against Auston’s balls while he looks down at Mitch. 

He should feel guiltier about the small bit of blood smeared across one side of Mitch’s face, but the stitches are still in tact and Mitch looks like he’s fucking soaring. 

Shaking his head with a small smile, he tugs Mitch up into lap. “You’re fucking nuts,” he mutters. 

“Mm, you love it,” Mitch says, curling up like a cat in Auston’s arms. 

Mitch is right though — he does. He really, really does. 

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Just ignore it - 2

David schemes with his friend Lee over how to deal with whatever or whoever is bringing about these big booty changes. Things heat up, in the waking and unconscious worlds, and David finally confronts Logan (and his new friend).

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“I can only imagine the teaching reviews at the end of the semester. ‘Dr. Palmer had great hands-on pedagogy but a reality-warper gave a bunch of us comically fat asses and he said to just be chill about it.’” 

“Well we’ve both seen worse,” said Lee, nursing a gin and tonic across from me.

Lee was my closest friend and colleague at the Center, he specialized more in the ‘lab’ side of things. A few times a week, we would do happy hour at a gay bar a comfortable distance from campus, allegedly to strategize around whatever problems we were currently trying to solve but mostly just to vent over a few rounds of overly strong and suspiciously cheap drinks.

I had changed into some stretchy leisure shorts that looked painted on over the hemispheres of my ass cheeks, hoping they could handle any ‘aftershocks’ of growth that may arise. Still thinking about the incident during class, I wondered who else may have noted and identified it as such. While I felt bad for not having alerted my students yet, word getting out or someone taking action would not help the situation. At least not until I had more info.

Noah was a creative writing MFA whose skinny arms and svelte torso flared out into jiggly, wide hips. He had seemed to be adjusting himself to sit up straighter at first, but I surmised that it was actually his butt inflating enough to lift him up in his seat. As class ended, he had trouble extricating himself from his desk, his ballooning backside drawing more than a few stares as it nearly sent him off balance. Blake, by contrast, was one of the forest guys, a rectangle of muscle and one of the leg day enthusiast types that I mentioned earlier. Hiis khaki shorts, already stuffed to capacity, split along the side seams as his glutes and quads expanded with muscle, thankfully not reaching catastrophic failure. He definitely noticed, but didn’t seem to mention it, at least not during class, instead opting to power walk his way out of the room right after we wrapped up, his squat butt bouncing ludicrously in his shorts.

“The thing is,” I began, “shifting the threads of time and genetics to retcon someone into a fantastical, juicy derriere is a delicate process. It takes a lot of training, precision, and skill. But matter manipulation in real time? It’s powerful, brute force, carefully controlled chaos magic. And this guy can not only do both, but he’s getting clumsy. This is worrying, right?”

“It’s exciting!” exclaimed Lee. “Imagine the implications if we could study this, it would push the Center’s research agenda years forward.” He adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, focusing on the space between his hands as if trying to materialize a slideshow. “And yes, yes, we should be very concerned,” he added, noticing my stern look. “But you have to admit, right now it just seems like this guy’s staying in the realm of erotic fantasy.”

“Yeah, but until when? Then what does he move on to? And how long is this going to continue?” I asked, grabbing a handful of my left butt cheek.

“Hmm, you said you’re the most serious case, right? I mean, the others who have been changed are still within the realm of possibility?”

“They’re starting to push at the edges,” I said, rolling my eyes in frustration. “They’ve noticed but I don’t think they’ve noticed. See for yourself,” I added, nodding towards the door.

As if on cue, Blake walked in and sat at the bar, drawing surreptitious glances and outright stares. And who could blame them with those globes of muscle perched on top of a barstool, spilling out of a pair of workout shorts which were pulled taut against his tree trunk quads. I guessed he had actually gone to the gym after class by the looks of the sweat running down his back to his deep ass crack. I couldn’t imagine the show he must’ve put on doing deadlifts with that recently enhanced posterior. Were the magical changes just visible, or could he lift more? What could I squat with this wagon? Maybe not the most pressing questions, but ones that needed answers nonetheless.

“Okay, well, not not inside the realm of possibility,” said Lee, looking visibly pained to avert his gaze back to me, maybe remembering that my bubble booty was somehow even better.

We went through our respective repertoires of spells, spirits, and metaphysical conceptual formations, and nothing seemed to quite make sense for the situation. While we don’t usually talk shop this deeply after hours, this was a pernicious problem with no easy solution, and if I didn’t address it soon, the higher ups would inevitably catch wind of it and step in. And who knows where that would lead. As we talked, things began heating up at our little corner booth. Partially because of the subject matter and partially because with my recent changes, I was rendered acutely horny easily and often. I could feel a deep, yawning need gathering around my pelvis, a yearning. I was practically squirming in my seat, feeling a growing vortex of hunger. Eventually, Lee finally broke the tension.

“Do you feel that, too?” he asked. Any magic sensitive person in the establishment could probably tell that my hole needed a good thrashing, but I really keep forgetting that Lee’s senses are often more sharply attuned than mine.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I said, and before you knew it we were closing out and heading back to my place.

Lee could barely keep his hands off my bubble butt as we speed walked through the crisp night air. We almost caused a scene on the way up to my apartment as he stopped me on the stairs, bending me over slightly to bury his face in my crack, his hands gripping the flesh of my cheeks like he might fall off the face of the earth. When we made it to my bedroom, I turned around and held his eager hands at his sides, taking a moment to relish in his hungry, impatient gaze as I towered over him before leaning in for an indulgent kiss, our tongues urgently searching each other’s mouths.

With a flourish, I whipped his shirt off, revealing his trim torso and hairy chest. While I thought he was about to return the favor, he instead spun me around, looping his thumbs into the waistband of my overstuffed shorts and beginning to pull. What began as an over-dramatic act became a real struggle as he started to put some elbow grease into it, fighting to peel the fabric over my monster booty. Eventually I joined in, willing my shorts over the curve of my ass and ignoring the small pops of fabric tearing. Aftershocks, I said to myself sarcastically. When the pants finally came off, he let out a sigh of disbelief, caressing my glutes with something like reverence, before pushing me onto the bed and burying his face all the way down to my waiting hole.

He was an expert ass eater and was sending me into waves of pleasure, but I needed something else. Something deeper. Reaching into the nightstand I pulled out a dildo of blended blues and greens that had to be no less than fifteen inches. A toy that, at least in this timeline, I was very familiar with. And apparently so was he. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, at least in this version of events. Lee, ever the reliable friend, had come through on a regular basis to help scratch my unrelenting itch. After we lubed up the toy, I began working it farther and farther inside of me as I got to work on Lee’s juicy cock, which would have been impressive had it not paled in comparison to my recent enhancements. 

Afterward, Lee cuddled into my chest as I lay on my side, tracing lazy figure eights across his back and planting small kisses on his forehead. 

“I guess whatever this is has its perks,” I offered with a wry smile, reveling in the afterglow of yet another powerful orgasm. 

Lee perked up at this, that familiar look on his face reminding me that the gears are always turning. “That might be it, actually,” he said. “Like these erotic changes might not be a byproduct or any sort of trickery. They might themselves be the point. They might be leading to some sort of goal.”

“A goal for what?” I asked, imagining everything from a bubble butted harem to world domination.

“That’s the question,” said Lee, pursing his lips in thought. “More research is still needed on this, but extra-dimensional beings don’t really move through or perceive spacetime in anything resembling the way we do. So all they need is a conduit in this dimension to work through. Either way,” he continued, giving my ass an indulgent caress, “this thing really is something else. Just excellent work. And even if it might be a curse doesn’t mean you can't still treat it like a blessing.”

—

That night I had a dream that may have offered some clues. Being trained in lucid dreaming is one of the introductory facets of this work, and it can be an effective tool for receiving and processing sensitive information as well as exploring things hidden in your personal corner of the astral plane. But it was especially useful as a liminal space in which one could encounter beings on the edges of our realm, like our primary suspect.

I was walking into the paranormal artifacts collection, the archive that Logan works in, hoping no one was there yet because I had finally figured out the delicate matter of confronting Logan about the situation, and needed to make sure the meeting was one-on-one. What my strategy was was unclear, but in the dream I felt confident. As I approached the entryway, I noticed that the double doors had been removed, yet something else seemed off. My eyes were level with the top of the frame, which was disorienting enough, but as I ducked my head through I realized that I was already in a full crouch. In fact, I was crawling through the entryway on hands and knees, my shoulders bumping lightly against the edges of the frame. Thankfully, it was just Logan in the collection, standing over a table of ancient tomes, scrolls, and even a hologram, all arranged around some object that I couldn’t look directly at. He glanced toward me with chromatic rainbow pattern glasses, a noted difference from his usual look, but otherwise nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

He looked…lonely? No, solitary, he was missing something. I was about to call to him, but was stopped in my tracks by someone holding me back, gripping my waist to keep me from progressing farther into the room. I initially registered this as a warning or some sort of invisible barrier, but when I turned around, I didn’t see anything or anyone. I tried again, still stuck by some unknown force. With mild annoyance, I realized that not only did my hips and butt take up the entire doorway, they were too big to fit through. As I continued trying to squeeze the flesh of my colossal backside into the room, I could hear the frame audibly straining, but still had no luck.

Then came a familiar force pushing from behind. What felt like massive hands were digging into the underside of my glutes, eagerly kneading and squeezing my cheeks to massage them through. As I glanced back at Logan, still patiently watching, I realized why he seemed so alone. Whatever power had been seeping into my life wasn’t doing it through him in this instance, it was right behind me. I guess in the liminal dreamspace, this being had less need of a human gateway. With a final shove, I cleared the doorway, my giant form tumbling into the room, trying to get my bearings without starting a chain reaction by knocking over shelves and shelves of magical artifacts. Before I could get a clear look at whatever, whoever that was behind me, I felt those hands again, parting my ass cheeks and slipping in a tongue that felt nothing short of massive, even at these proportions. As they hungrily tossed my salad I was driven to higher and higher levels of ecstasy, my body following suit by expanding with every wave of pleasure. Getting back through the door frame was a lost cause as I became more worried about the approaching ceiling, my gargantuan hands and feet pushing aside bookcases, tables, and crates of identified ephemera as I grew relentlessly, looming over Logan as he tried to move his carefully arranged spread out of the way, eventually giving up and staring at the sight of my behemoth cock rising taller than his entire body, pulsing with the coming release–before I lazily woke up in the early morning sun.

I really felt like with more time I could’ve gotten some answers, if not for the loud creak of Lee padding his huge feet to the bathroom to relieve himself. He had an earlier day than I did, so whenever he stayed over, I just had to deal with the hustle and bustle while still bleary eyed and emerging from a REM cycle. While he’s one of few people who would fully believe me if I told him I was just being eaten out by an ancient deity–and would feel especially bad for waking me–I had left the world of dreams with a sufficient amount of useful data. How could I even complain? I thought, as Lee re-entered the room, shooting me a sleepy wink as he ducked his head back through the doorway, absentmindedly petting the semisoft schlong that swung back and forth around his knees. He’s really the only one who can satisfy me, it’s like we’re made for each–

Ah. Interesting. While this was definitely the body I ‘remembered,’ and definitely the dick that had brought unending pleasure like few else could, I had a sneaking suspicion that this was not his form last night. At least not in this timeline. All you need is a conduit, his words echoed in my head. Whatever this being was had managed to link me and Logan through the astral plane, using me as a temporary conduit for its erotic power. And the results were towering next to my bed, stretching almost to the ceiling, all long graceful lines and sinewy muscle, trying to finagle a beautiful, golden brown, unbelievably long dick into some chinos.

—

Slowly becoming the manifestation of someone’s wildly fantastical wet dream didn’t mean I still didn’t have work to do. After another go round with my favorite silicone monster cock–the best I could do following Lee’s departure–I threw together a quick breakfast and hauled my big butt to the office, settling into a morning of paperwork and emails that I had been neglecting in light of this recent case.

Before long, I could feel the pressure building down below, and tried less and less effectively to stay focused and get some work done, convincing myself that once I found a good stopping point, I could run to the bathroom, whip out my extra long dick, and suck myself off as a late morning pick me up. The feeling was similar to the phenomenon during class, a rolling crescendo of erotic energy in desperate need of release. Except it just kept building, the pressure getting more and more intense, like some deep gravitational presence moving closer and closer. Then in walks Logan, placing himself slowly, carefully in the chair opposite my desk.

“I…need your help,” he said.

I decided to play it cool. I had surmised that Logan wasn’t fully aware that he–or more accurately his dick–was the source of all this foolishness, but if he was coming to that realization, I had to handle the situation with care.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” I asked with genuine concern, though I was fairly certain he also had a dream of me growing to monstrous proportions and having my salad tossed by a higher dimensional being.

“I don’t quite know how to explain it, but I think you might be able to offer some clarification. There’s something I need you to see,” he said, pulling out what looked like a polished stone phallus with glittery lavender streaks, and a few cracks here and there. It looked to be about eight inches tall standing upright, the base composed of two concave bowls that resembled, of course, a ballsack.

“We received this at the museum before the start of the semester. It was lost in the mix of boxes of stuff from a smaller archive that had shut down recently–budget cuts, ya know, and there weren’t many details to go on. So it seemed like some sort of ancient fertility artifact and I was doing some analysis to get an idea of where and when it came from and there was this…energy that I could feel around it, like it was calling to me, and…well…”

Don’t tell me, I thought with an internal groan.

“I, um…” he continued.

“You fucked the ancient dildo, didn’t you?” I asked, figuring it would be easier if we just cut to the chase.

He lowered his head slightly in affirmation, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

“You fucked the ancient dildo,” I repeated, pinching the bridge of my nose with two fingers, “and now you’re cursed by some fertility god or related deity or supernatural being.”

“...Yeah.”

“One whose name we don’t know.”

“Correct.”

“Who may have been hidden in that thing for millennia until very recently.”

“Very likely.”

“And who is now, through you, trying to run amok.”

“Mmhm.”

“Okay. Alright. At least we’ve figured that out.”

“I was really hoping you could help me,” Logan jumped in, his voice rising in pitch, “I don’t know how to control it and it’s so strong. And I’m sorry for the changes to everyone, but it keeps like, demanding to be released, but I don’t really know what it’s saying and with what it already did to my boyfriend–”

“Hey,” I interjected, my voice becoming slow and deliberate. As Logan was talking, his hand wandered to the artifact sitting on my desk, touching it absentmindedly, and being this close I could feel this being trying to ooze their way into the plane of our existence. As Logan got more visibly worried, I felt my bubble butt pushing against the arms of my chair, my feet and legs slowly lengthening, my shoulders stretching wider as my torso extended, my clothes becoming snug. Meanwhile, Logan’s adorable twinkish visage became more acute, the bouncing curls of his hair increasing in volume, his lips plumping amongst his scruff, his body shrinking slightly as an astounding bulge in his pants lengthened even further.

“Deep breaths,” I continued. “Deep, deep breaths. We got this, you’re in the right place.”

He relaxed his grip on the artifact as I took his hands in mine, intentionally ignoring the fact that my mitts looked massive compared to his. We were reaching that energetic threshold, but I was confident that I could handle it.

“What changes do you remember?” I asked. “With you specifically.”

“Well,” he started, “my boyfriend always liked being the bigger one in the relationship, and I…think that before I found this I was around average height, but I’m not sure. But I’m pretty sure I’ve shrunk several inches, which he’s loved, and he can’t keep his hands off my butt, he keeps commenting on how perky it is. And then there’s…this.”

With a sigh of resignation, he rose from his chair and dropped his pants in one swift motion. He wasn’t wearing underwear, because what would even be the point with a schlong that came straight from someone’s hyperdick fantasy. Revealed to the air, his cock felt like a metaphysical locus of energy in the room, a gravity well pulling everything toward it as it stretched over my desk, and, before I could intervene, dropped a thick glob of precum into one of the bowls of the artifact.

I felt a heavy pulse of energy reverberate through the room which would probably have been felt over this whole section of campus. While this power was too ancient for our contemporary defenses, it likely set off alarms with every magic sensitive person in the area.

“What…was that?” he asked.

“You gave it an offering,” I said, staring intently at the artifact for any changes on any plane that I had access to.

“Is that bad?”

“It’s not good,” I responded curtly.

The dissipation of that energetic burst wasn’t followed by a feeling of relief, but dreadful anticipation. My stomach sank as I imagined the ocean flowing away from the beach before a tsunami. Whatever being this was was on its way, and it was tired of dealing with Logan as a conduit.

We had to act fast and I had an idea. A completely unhinged one, but the only one I could maintain amidst the torrent of hormones, pent up jizz, and the deep hunger of my hole. 

The erotic is a powerful force, one that with training and knowhow, can be a useful facet of any mage’s skillset. But more importantly, orgasms are, for lack of a better term, portals. Brief openings between dimensions, moments of energetic possibility. Whoever this being was, they were coming, and I had a sneaking suspicion that they were powerful enough to enter our world through brute force, a tear in the fabric of reality that could have ramifications far beyond ripped pants seams and donkey dicks. But if I opened a door in a controlled way I could set the terms of engagement and minimize destruction. I hoped.

“I know this is less than professional, but I need you to fuck me,” I said. “This curse seemingly works through erotic energy and orgasms are powerful focal points. If you fuck me, I may be able to redirect it, at least temporarily.”

Logan didn’t have to be told twice. His member looked ridiculous on his slight frame, still leaking precum as it rose fully to attention, defying gravity as it bobbed in the air between us. I briefly wondered how I was going to take all that before realizing it looked mighty familiar, very much like a certain dildo of slightly smaller size, but very similar shape, even with that curve. Of course, I thought.

Logan didn’t waste time, and soon I found myself bent over my own desk, my monumental bubble butt arched in the air as Logan’s mushroom head slowly pushed my hole wider and wider before slipping in.

Logan slid in and out with agonizing slowness, his prodigious cock working its way farther and farther with each stroke, the pleasure of his thrusts simply unreal. He had seemingly lost the capacity for words, his hands gripping the flesh of my fat ass as he was lost in cosmic orgasmic pleasure. Getting inch after inch of his dick into me could only be accomplished with magical assistance, yet I was still filled to the brim, feeling his mammoth cock pulsing against my walls with every one of his heartbeats. His precum mixed with sweat produced a loud squelch with every thrust, and as more and more of him entered me, I was rendered speechless by this never ending, all encompassing cock, in disbelief that there could possibly be more. It felt like a fantasy, because in a sense it was.

Finally, somehow, he bottomed out, and as I felt his pubes press against my overstretched hole, I took my chance, positioning my own cock over the second small bowl of the artifact as a glob of precum slid up my long shaft and oozed out, dropping into place. Although no sound was made on this plane of existence, I sensed something like a bell tolling in the far off distance, as if the circuit had been completed, and Logan’s dick pumped up as he began shooting volleys of cum deep inside of me, my own dick following suit.

As we were brought over the edge of oblivion, time slowed to a crawl, and through my other sight I could finally see the being that had been causing all this trouble, straining against the threads of our reality and oozing through with chaotic, erotic possibility. 

But orgasms are a portal. And I opened the door, pushing aside the beaded curtains of our world to meet our new–and very old–guest. Usually, in situations like these, one might whip out some sort of binding or banishment spell, but this was a being of deep magic, old magic, and it would burn even the best of us to a crisp. So there were no tricks or complicated grammars here, just my outstretched hand, fingers splayed and palm up. An invitation to a being who hadn’t yet figured out how to communicate in any recognizable modern language, apparently opting to manifest through erotic fantasy. And a recognition in return.

—

The sun was much lower in the sky when I came to, painting the sky from my window in the streaks of pink and purple of waning afternoon.

Logan had fallen back into the chair and passed out, visibly exhausted yet also relieved, the mushroom head of his soft dick drooling as it hung just over the chair’s edge. As he realized I had finally regained consciousness, he leaned forward to plant a tender kiss on my right cheek in thanks, letting out an overdramatic Oof as I fell back into his lap.

“Let me know if you need help explaining this to your boyfriend,” I said.

“He’s open minded, I think he’ll get it. It’s not my first time encountering a magical artifact.”

After we awkwardly cleaned up and got dressed–I really was enjoying the skirt look– Logan turned to me and said, “Thanks so much for this. I guess I’ll…see you next week.”

“No problem,” I replied. “It’s literally my job, and the skirts are admittedly a nice touch. I’ll see about taking care of this before getting it back to the archive,” I added, gingerly placing the artifact in a drawer of my desk.

It was a partial truth. What Logan had thought to be a curse was actually a collaborator, and it had found someone more capable to play with. In the recesses of the metaphysical plane of my mind, I felt a newcomer making themself comfortable, finally finding the words to express themself in this world.

I’m not a linguist, but it sounded something like…Let’s have some fun.

[articskele]

WOE, BIGGERING AU LORE BE UPON YE >:D

Tagging @iiboronii and @moonymelly hehehe

Ok so we follow the Buttermilk Daydreams storyline, with Artic and the Onceler meeting on the road, discovering the valley together, and Artic inventing mechanical wings!

Except this time thneeds do get off the ground like in the movie. The Onceler calls his family over and is excited to start business, but Artic has an increasingly bad feeling about this.

They said they weren’t gonna cut down trees. They made a deal, they had a compromise. And now that that’s gone, what’s stopping things from getting out of control?

The Onceler feels personally offended, betrayed even! She stuck around and believed in him this whole time, only for her to get cold feet the second he gets a once-in-a-lifetime chance at success? I mean something good finally happens to me, and she just has to come along and rain on my parade! What's her problem!

So the two have a falling out as the Onceler pursues growth and profit while Artic was content to stay as they were. Realizing he’s too far gone, she tries to destroy everything related to the wings and leaves. But he manages to hold onto old plans or steal his own wings back or something like that.

—

Timeskip to Thneedville, based on EPCOT and with a steampunk / industrial revolution aesthetic. The company controls basically everything, so you have no choice but to work for them.

Not to mention the way new and experimental appliances are constantly being installed and replaced in homes, just like in EPCOT. And there's a system similar to WEDCOMM (timestamp at 19:59 if the link doesn't work) where information is super centralized.

The Onceler’s office is at the very top of a super tall tower in the center of the city, with big open windows for birds (workers who use wings, I’ll get to that later) to fly in and make deliveries, give reports, etc.

OOH and there are definitely whisper-ma-phones set up all throughout the factory

I talk a lot about the acoustics of the factory with its massively high ceilings, but just imagine what it must sound like in there! The rumbling and hissing and clunking ka-thunks of pipes and gears! The whirring of fabric being spun!

—

The Onceler initially worked right alongside his employees, viewing the company as one big family. Making friendly chatter as the clickety clack of knitting needles filled the air.

When asked why he did this, well, why wouldn’t he? How was he supposed to run a business without knowing the people who did such hard work for him, much less sit idly by?

And besides, he was the one who invented this craft! He knows how to do things right around here.

That is, until one fateful day. The sun was setting, and most people had already left for the night. He could’ve sworn he fixed that finicky mess of a machine, or maybe tiredness had caught up to him.

But it only takes the smallest slip-up to get your arms caught in the gears and-

The Onceler shudders at the thought, slowly slipping off a glove to examine the scarred grooves and lines etched into his skin like wrought iron. Remembering the way his own shrieks and the sound of jamming gears reverberated through the room…....

No one spoke of that day. He made sure of it.

He became a lot more distant since then. A wakeup call that gradually changed the friendly guy who you’d almost forget was your boss, into Mister Onceler.

And the fact that he’s experienced firsthand how dangerous this place can be, yet it never gets resolved. He was able to save his own skin by taking a step back, but his workers are still at risk because he’d rather keep things as they are than pay for the costs it would take to redesign, rebuild, and reinstall everything.

—

Some jobs involve the use of wings, which he had stolen repurposed and refined for company use, using a more standardized base. Different types of wings have a different shape and color, making them easily identifiable!

Pigeons: They handle mail and deliveries throughout the city! Sometimes tasked to work with PR and give urgent news before the press can get to it. If you know where to look, it's not uncommon to see them hanging around large events just in case things go south.

Falcons: Tracking the weather, optimizing flight routes, and dealing with birdwatchers (explained later) to ensure pigeons have a safe trip. Sometimes they'll be the ones to deliver important mail / info, since falcon wings are built for speed.

Canaries: Coming from the phrase “canary in a coalmine”, and named for their bright yellow wings (like how construction workers have those orange vests with shiny stripes), these are the repairmen of Thneed Inc. Sometimes tasked with repairing malfunctioning machinery in midair, and rescuing anyone that’s gotten caught.

Vultures: Garbage and waste disposal, smogulous smoke and schloppity schlopp. It’s not common, but if anyone dies on the job, they’re the ones that discreetly dispose of the body. Black wings / hat / gloves, the latter of which has red palms.

Woodpeckers: Sporting spotted wings, they survey the valley and plan out axe-hacker routes through the steep terrain. They also evaluate the quality of truffula wood, checking for bugs and mold.

—

Pigeons and falcons used to be the same thing, as evidenced by how closely they work together, but over time they split into more specialized roles! I imagine during that transitional period, they were referred to as carrier pigeons and homing pigeons.

Each set of wings has its own ID number! A lot of bird-based terminology gets used and I love it so much it's so fun :D

There are big air vents set up all throughout the city for ease of flight, and there are little checkpoint towers for breaks during long trips. I imagine they've got an icebox with snacks and water in there, plus stuff like a medkit and a small radio.

Birdwatchers are thieves who track and intercept flights, often positioned near these air vents, using nets and such to down the bird and steal whatever they’re carrying / get information out of them.

Falcons have these talon-like attachments to their boots (inspired by Guardians of Ga'Hoole battle claws), for everything from added traction to divebombing a net to cut it open.

And it has a latch to pull the claws up if you're not using them, that way they don't make noise or scrape against the ground! The latch is on the inside of the boot (like the left side of the right boot, yknow the part where it curves in a little) so you can push it down with your other foot!

—

The Mister Once-ler in Chief himself has these fancy custom-fitted peacock wings that are dark green and red w/ gold accents, plus a detachable long peacock train that can fwoosh out and everything!

They're mostly for show, but I imagine there being a secret escape route in the office for when things get too heated and he needs to dip out fast, gliding down a spiral stairwell.

Also he definitely has goggles on the brim of his hat steampunk style. AND the tuft on his lapel is actually a hidden microphone, based on this post!!

—

As for Artic's design, I picture her in something like this!

—

Artic’s been living in an apartment working the assembly line, gone without her wings for at least a year or two. Sometimes her back feels… Not necessarily itchy? Just this vague sense of discomfort, like she can almost feel exactly where her wings would sit on her back.

She has a habit of rolling and flexing her shoulders, and sometimes she finds herself making room for them even when they’re not there.

Her coworkers are human versions of old D&D OCs, as a way to give them new life and a fun little reference ouo!

Kreva isn't a bird but she's super strong, Faye's in the confneectionery department, Averran is part of Thneed Inc's legal team, Veil is a vulture, and Kav is a newly appointed canary! The latter being a reference to how Kav was originally an aasimar with glowy yellow wings ouo

(Also the last canary, the one that Kav is replacing? Yeah, they're kinda dead-)

There's this scene where Kav is passing through and Artic stops her to inspect her wings and boy she is FUMING at what that rat bastard did to HER invention-

The frames are too standardized, the sensors feel dulled, the stitching is- Ok well the stitching is phenomenal and the fabric is sturdy. BUT LOOK AT HOW THEY MASSACRED HER CHILD

She also has a habit of giving others flight tips and stuff like how to adjust the straps properly, which makes people wonder how on earth she knows all this

—

One time they’re all drinking and hanging out, and Artic is staring longingly at a photo of the Onceler she keeps in a hidden pocket in her hat. The old Onceler. Her Onceler.

The others notice and they’re like “you knew the boss??????” and she rambles on about their time together and all the silly memories before everything went to shit. Artic voice I miss my friend Tails. I miss him a lot. I’ll be back

There's this scene of her dancing, using a pipe like a mic on a stand and having it roll off the inside of her wing like she’s dipping someone into a kiss- It’s not easy to make the wing curl in like that, but she describes it as like a flick of the wrist ouo

—

The second the Onceler realizes where she is and that she’s been working for him, he immediately appoints her as a falcon. Because his prideful ass will never admit it, but she knows how the wings work better than anyone.

She could help with making the wings more efficient, and figuring out how different flight routes play to the strengths of different wings shapes. And it's an excuse to see her again-

They argue often, over accusations of delivery routes not being fast enough, poor air quality and how pollution is affecting the weather, safety violations, etc.

I’m picturing this scene where Artic accuses him of not taking this seriously, of not grasping the very real danger people are in because he doesn’t know what it’s like to be within an inch of your life.

And after she storms out, he glances at his arm. His expression is unreadable as he pulls off the green fabric to see what became of it.

These two know each other better than anyone else. Unfortunately, they hate each other

They’re basically bitter exes even though they never actually dated akfjsdf- I’m picturing her chewing him out about something but he’s clearly not listening, and he blows smoke in her face to interrupt her

He’s such a RAT HE’S A RATTT

And you already KNOW they call each other snarky petnames- The Onceler calling Artic firecracker is sooooooooo <3

There's this scene where she's in his office as the sun sinks towards the horizon. A regular occurrence by now; they always seem to be swapping quips and trying to get on each other's nerves, but lately it's been more quiet.

He's standing by the window, she's sitting on his desk, and there's something about the way her hair shines in the golden light filling the room that's just......... Beautiful. I mean. It's getting late, you should probably go.

—

Eventually the two of them get into a scuffle which turns into a hate makeout sesh, but they find out that they've been holding onto old photos of each other and they're both so sentimental and aaauauauu...... You were right. I do need you.

They finally admit to how much they've missed each other. How much they love each other. And how sick and tired they are of pretending they don't care. Holding onto each other like it's all they have.

And the Onceler just bursts into tears. God, he's so sorry. For everything. For all the damage he's done and for everything he's gotten far too deep into. Was any of this worth it? If things keep going this way the whole valley could be dead. I can't do this alone, just- Just hold me and don't let go. Please.

Artic's there for him when no one else was, just like before. It's always been her. She reassures him that they can fix this, that everything's gonna be ok, but the Onceler asks how she's so sure.

We'll figure something out. We always do.

—

AAAUGH and this scene of them flying together- The Onceler hasn't flown in a while so he's a bit rusty, but it isn't long until they're soaring over the city below and the way they twirl under the moonlight makes it look like they're dancing at the top of the world.

It's just a much-needed breath of fresh air. The softness of familiar company, without having to hide it under layers of sarcasm. Just letting themselves love each other.

The transition from petname (derogatory) to petname (affectionate) hhhhh- AND THEM USING THEIR OLD NICKNAMES FOR EACH OTHER. Artic calling him Ollie again.........

Also I have the mental image of Artic sitting on the Onceler’s arm and resting her chin on her hands on top of his head, kinda like this and I think it’s funny. Get perched on idiot

—

But something that people haven’t really mentioned about the barren state of the valley is how that would make way for more extreme weather, like dust devils and flooding. (Note: The initial inspo for this was the end of the Biggering Storyboard, where to me it looks like there are dust devils in the distance ouo)

This HUGE flood happens that the city is not at all prepared for, so everybody works together to set up sandbags, evacuate people, get resources, and just minimize as much damage as possible.

Part of the factory gets busted up and fuckign explodes and Artic goes in to save someone (insert reference to the Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga’Hoole fire scene), but in doing so her wings catch on fire-

There’s this BANGER scene in my head of Artic spinning way up into the sky, red flames against the dark blue-greens of the sky, before falling like a shooting star and plummeting into the muddy water flooding the streets.

The Onceler drags her outta there but her wings don’t work anymore (and they were prob a huge hazard in a storm like this anyways since they’re made of metal), so she takes them off and continues the work on foot.

Eventually the storm passes, pale yellow light shining through smoggy blue-gray clouds. Everything is silent save for the idle dripping of water.

The catastrophe is over, and by this point everyone realizes that all this would never have happened if it weren’t for the damage the Onceler has done to the environment, so they’re all after his ass lmao-

BUT the last tree never got cut down, so perhaps there’s still hope. Efforts are made to rebuild everything that got damaged, and regrow everything that was lost. Woodpeckers are now tasked with tracking the valley's regrowth, checking on all the little saplings.

—

Artic and the Onceler sitting under a truffula tree as the valley regrows.

Him singing, hands gliding over the strings of his old guitar. The one that started it all. Feeling a fluttering in his chest as Artic joins in, the way their voices complement each other perfectly. Oh, how he missed her......

The song ends with one final strum, easing into a peaceful silence as they sit there in the shade. Listening to the birds chirping in the distance and the gentle rustling of untouched tufts in the breeze.

The Onceler leans back with his eyes closed, taking a deep breath of fresh air. A hand brushes over his and he instinctively holds it with a light squeeze. He turns to see Artic smiling at him with such a softness in her eyes, sweet as a memory. We made it.

There is hope. And despite everything that's happened, despite everything we've been through, it's gonna be alright after all <3

—

SO HERE’S THE PLAYLIST I’VE GOT SO FAR :D

So What: Their falling out from the Onceler's perspective. Storming off in a huff, determined to prove Artic wrong. To prove everyone wrong! He doesn't need her anyways! He's gonna do great, actually, and if she doesn't wanna be on the right side of progress then that's her own darn fault!

Fame < Infamy: This song represents that middle point between the gray and the green, so to speak. When things are just getting started and he's getting his first taste of things going his way. How he prioritizes his sprouting business over his relationships, reveling in the success and setting his sights ever higher. "The kid was alright, but it went to his head"

Biggering: The classic, the legend, the song which needs no introduction :D

Don't Mess With Me: A man reveling in his newfound power and desperate to be taken seriously now that things are finally going his way, but the lightness of the song (and the random mention of dinosaurs and even the name of the song itself) betrays that he might not be as cool and tough as he makes himself out to be.

No Place Like Home: THIS. THISSSS. If I had to choose a main theme for the AU, it would be THIS. IT’S SOOOO THEM IT’S EVERYTHING. This song was one of the big initial inspirations for the AU and I'm gonna make another post just goign crazyinsane over the lyrics BECAUSE IT'S SOOOOOOOOO

Devil in Disguise: This is of the songs I imagine Artic dancing to like that scene with the metal pipe ouo

Attention: Just kiss already

Toxic: JUST KISS ALREADYYYYY

House of Memories: The Onceler's regret for everything that happened between him and Artic and just wanting to go back to how things were. Both of them finally admitting their feelings for each other, how much they need each other. "WILL YOU REMEMBER ME IN THE SAME WAY / BECAUSE I REMEMBER YOU" EXPLODES AND DIES FOREVER. No one else understands me like you do, can we try again.....?

Vegas Lights: What if we were friends-turned-enemies-turned-lovers and we flew around the city at night, feeling the wind in your hair as you look down at all the lights dotting the ground below, and we rose into the air dancing under the moonlight....... And we kissed......... Haha jk jk. Unless? "We gotta be starting something / would you change it if you could?"

Glad You Came: Ok this song just sounds magical and they're just happy to be in each other's company and they trust each other and aaaaaa <3

My Love Mine All Mine: Artic and the Onceler all cuddled up with moonlight shining through the window and she thinks he's asleep so she starts singing this........ And her eyes are closed and the Onceler looks up to see her singing and her hair glows in the moonlight and ouhg......... <3

The Phoenix: The rising tide of the flood and fabric crackling in the heat. Our time is running out, but we can still make things right. How? We'll figure something out. We always do.

Underneath the Sycamore: This song just feels like a deep breath, relaxing your shoulders for the first time in forever. We made it. We really made it. And the softness they have for each other now........ They really do know each other better than anyone ouo

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers is the definition of “epic”. The climax is on a scale so massive it’s legendary. You see it and cannot imagine how the series could top itself in the final chapter. It also contains great, quieter character moments, just enough comedy to give you the emotional breaks you need before the action kicks up again and some romance too. The special effects were spectacular for the time and hold up today. Yes, the extended edition is long - you basically have to dedicate an entire evening to it – but it never feels long. As soon as it's over, you'll debate whether you have time to sit down and watch the next chapter.

As Frodo Baggins (Elijah Wood) and Samwise Gamgee (Sean Astin) make their way toward Mordor to destroy the Ring of Power, they discover that its previous owner, the creature called Gollum (Andy Serkis) is following them. Though treacherous, Gollum may be the key to fulfilling their quest. Meanwhile, Aragorn (Viggo Mortensen), Legolas (Orlando Bloom) and Gimli (John Rhys-Davies) arrive in the kingdom of Rohan to find its King, Théoden (Bernard Hill), corrupted by the wizard Saruman (Christopher Lee). In the forest near Saruman’s tower, Merry (Dominic Monaghan) and Pippin (Billy Boyd) try to convince Treebeard (voiced by Rhys-Davies) to join the fight against him and his army of Uruk-Hai.

Before we dig in, let me clarify that we’re talking about the Extended Edition of the film, which is 45 minutes longer than the already lengthy 179-minute theatrical version. Yes, that’s a lot of time spent in Middle-Earth. No, it doesn’t feel like too much. The pacing is the key. We begin with one story, see how dire the situation is, get to a turning point and are then whisked away to the next plot, where the cycle repeats itself. As the middle chapter in a trilogy, this film is not contained, but it feels complete. There are character arcs, clear stakes, and a beginning, middle and end within each of the three stories and for the picture as a whole. Even more than before, the action feels like it’s happening in a real place. You can see the history of the fortress of Helm’s Deep, of the people of Rohan, the realms in faraway lands that are choosing to either ally themselves with the great, never-blinking eye of Sauron, or against him and his forces. In the sets, costumes and weapons, you notice details that show how much love and dedication was poured into this project. When there is comedy, it’s not the kind that undercuts the action, it’s the kind that makes what comes next feel even more dramatic, exciting or tragic.

Director Peter Jackson has a knack for raising the stakes. You know it’s only a matter of time before Gollum betrays Sam and Frodo. You think that’s all the hobbits have to worry about but then they meet the late Boromir’s brother, Faramir (David Wenham). You figure the journey Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli will make to the fortress at Helm’s Deep will be perilous, but then we see what’s brewing in Saruman's lair. The journey there is the least of their problems. There’s a glimmer of hope in the form of Merry, Pippin and Treebeard but the more we learn about tree-like Ents, the less you have faith in them. Those are all part of the big picture but within the individual characters, we have engaging stories too. In the kingdom of the elves, Arwen (Liv Tyler) is told by her father, Elrond (Hugo Weaving), that the elves are abandoning Middle-Earth, and that she would be foolish to stay, particularly for love. Frodo and Sam are at odds when it comes to Gollum, with Frodo sympathizing with the creature and Sam believing they’d be better off without him. In Gollum himself, there is conflict, as the creature’s twisted mind cannot decide whether it should act as a loyal guide to the hobbits or kill them in their sleep.

Whether swords are drawn or sheathed, you’ll be gripped by the picture but what you’ll probably remember best about “The Two Towers” are the big, special-effects-heavy scenes. Most memorable is Gollum, a character created entirely by motion capture. It’s common nowadays, but this is a rare example of a pioneered technique that still holds up. As soon as Gollum enters the frame, you just think of him as a character, never as a trick of the camera. You might even forget there was a person, not a creature on set. Equally capable of knocking you off your feet is the big battle at the end of the film. This gigantic siege, set at night, in the rain, is so well-lit and well-directed that you’re never lost or disoriented. It feels like everything's been building up to this and in some ways it is, but in others, it hasn't. There's still more to come in The Return of the King.

Like its predecessor, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers is a significant achievement in filmmaking. The performances are excellent, the production on a scale we seldom see, the story and plot make you forget there’s a world outside of the movie itself. The only flaw in is that you can't sit down and watch this movie on its own, but it was never meant to be seen that way. (Extended Edition on Blu-ray, April 27, 2023)

[kbz-writes]

Here is my Winter Gift Exchange '23 fic for @moistspaghettis on tumblr. Sorry it's late but hope you like it! Happy holidays!

Thank you to @eyeshields for organizing!

Title: A Very Special Christmas (Bowl)

Rating: Gen

Relationship: Kobayakawa Sena/Shin Seijuurou

Tags: Fluff, Missing Scene, Crushes

Summary: Christmas Eve is considered one of the most romantic evenings. Leave it to Sena to spend it talking about football.

Tomorrow is Christmas, and Deimon did not make it to the Christmas Bowl. They’d been knocked out in the semifinals by Oujou in a rematch that mirrored last year. It had gone down to the wire, decided by one failed tackle at the end zone. Sena still gets a bit emotional when he thinks about it, even now a few weeks later. It had been a devastating loss. But if they had to lose to anyone, at least it had been to Oujou who’d gone on to win the whole thing and advanced to the Christmas Bowl. Even so, Sena’s restless energy has been compounding every day since Deimon got knocked out of the tournament.

He’s taken to late evening walks to try and help him wind down with varying levels of success.

Sena’s breath puffs out in little clouds and mingles with the string-light sparkly night air when he sighs, long and heavy. When he looks ahead again, he sees an approaching figure. Whoever they are, they’re pretty big. They cut an intimidating figure in their matching snow pants and jacket combo, but their ski mask has a pompom bobbing on top which instantly erases most of Sena’s nervousness. He decides against crossing the street in favor of scooting to the side to let them pass. If Sena were bolder, he would talk to them about joining a football club.

Instead of passing, the other guy pulls down his knitted ski mask and fixes Sena with a confused stare.

“Shin-san?” Sena asks, jaw dropping as recognition knives through him. Sena’s failed tackle had been against Shin to give Oujou the win. And there he was, wearing a pompom.

“Kobayakawa Sena?” Shin asks back, seemingly confused.

“Y-yes? What are you doing here?” Sena asks.

“Training,” Shin says after a pause. “This is my neighborhood.”

“This is—” Sena looks over his shoulder. He feels out of place immediately. The houses here are bigger traditional homes. Even the decorations are more elegant. The lights precisely line each wall, gold dusted ornaments drip from tree branches, lush wreaths at every door. There’s not an inflatable reindeer in sight. “I think I took a wrong turn somewhere. S-sorry, Shin-san.”

“Our schools are not that far apart. I’ve found myself in your neighborhood before.”

“Right,” Sena says, still embarrassed. “Well, I’ll let you get back to—to your run.”

Neither of them move.

“You don’t know how to get back,” Shin states bluntly.

“No, no, I definitely…” Sena forces himself to perk up. “I can figure it out!”

“Hm,” Shin says. He pulls the ski mask off completely and tucks it into his jacket pocket. With a gloved hand, he smooths out his messy dark hair. He looks over at Sena expectantly. “Do you want to come in for a moment? I can show you the way.”

“Oh, uh, okay,” Sena says, carefully shuffling after. They walk to a white house with red and yellow string lights mapping out the roof, making it resemble a frosted gingerbread house. “Are you excited about tomorrow?”

“Ah,” Shin says, blinking. He takes off his winter gloves and grips them tightly in one hand, but his gaze drifts off. He almost sounds distracted, which gives Sena pause. Shin’s consistent focus has always been one of his defining characteristics in Sena’s mind. “That’s right.”

“Shin-san, is everything… okay?” Sena asks with genuine concern. “I don’t want to pry, but, well.”

Ducking his head, Shin scrubs a hand through his hair again. A frustrated breath later, Shin drops his hand, but avoids Sena’s searching look. “We should sit down.”

With all the discipline Sena can muster, he hangs his coat up and takes his shoes off with exaggerated calm. They enter a small sitting room with a cozy looking kotatsu. There’s no decorations inside, and the house is quiet. Shin pours them water and sets out a small platter of sliced fruit despite Sena’s insistent protests.

“I heard your stomach growl,” Shin says.

“Erm, well,” Sena mumbles, “I don’t have to watch my diet so much now that it’s the off season.”

Shin stares at the sliced fruit. “I’d wanted our teams to meet in the finals.”

“Unlucky we were on the same side of the bracket,” Sena muses. “Again.”

“The commentators called it a grudge match.”

“It’s definitely not! That’s so embarrassing.” Shaking his head, Sena smiles as he thinks about their match. “I wish we’d won, but I’m glad it’s Oujou representing us.”

“Are you coming to watch tomorrow?”

As if there is any doubt. “Of course! We have a whole group going from Deimon. Some are doing a watch party at Komusubi’s. It’s gonna be a crazy game. I think you and Yamato are a good match up.”

Shin leans forward, arms crossed on the small kotatsu table. His dark eyes are intent as they pierce into Sena. “Who will you be rooting for?”

“For Shin-san,” Sena says simply, voice quiet. He pinches a thin slice of pear between his fingers. The pear bursts sweetly against Sena’s tongue when he bites into it. “If Deimon can’t win, then I want Oujou to win.”

There’s a heavy pause that makes Sena look up from eating, self-conscious.

Shin clears his throat. “Actually, I feel nervous for tomorrow.”

Several phrases of what to say run through Sena’s mind. Mainly shock and disbelief that someone like Shin—someone so steady and collected—could be nervous of all things. Sena from last year might have spoken out with the first thought that came to mind, but instead he pauses, eyes lowering.

 “I have not felt nerves in a long time,” Shin continues. “It’s off putting. I wasn’t expecting it.”

“What do you usually feel before a game?”

Shin’s broad hand rubs against his jaw, deep in thought. “Nothing.”

Sena’s mouth parts while Shin just shrugs. No wonder Shin seemed off.

“I remember I’d get so anxious the night before games that I would sleep walk,” Sena says, laughing. “It still happens sometimes.”

“When I said I was training earlier,” Shin says. “I was supposed to rest today, but I couldn’t sit still. Walked around for an hour.”

Sena’s face softens. He didn’t think he and Shin would have so much in common. “There’s all this weight on your shoulders to carry the team. Being the captain and ace and all that.”

“Representing all of the East,” Shin adds.

“And then all your teammates where this is their last year to play ever. So it feels like you have no choice but to win and—okay, sorry, that’s probably not helping.” Just imagining that has Sena drumming his fingers on the tabletop. He looks up at Shin, who’s barely just smiling, and his heartbeat picks up. Stupid anxiety. “Ah, being nervous—I think it shows how important tomorrow is for you,” Sena says softly.

Underneath the table, their knees brush together.

“Yeah, probably,” Shin says. His hand is again resting against his mouth, thoughtful. “I always want to perform well, which usually means winning.”

“But tomorrow?” Sena asks when Shin trails off.

“It’d really bother me if I lost on that big of a stage with you rooting for me.”

The pear drops from Sena’s limp grip. He swallows thickly. “W-what—if you—if you—?”

Shin continues eating. His dark eyes keep meeting Sena, and now it’s Sena looking away.

“I make you nervous?” Sena squeaks.

“Something like that.”

“Hiruma’ll be happy to know that I finally intimidated you,” Sena mumbles. “Only took two years.”

“You’re an exceptional athlete, but I did not say intimidating.”

“How’re your nerves?”

“Better.”

“Um, well, it is getting late, so if you’re still feeling pent up—um, anxious then maybe a walk, like, if you still needed to, ah, y’know, because of tomorrow.”

Over the last year, with joint training camps and scrimmaging, they’ve gotten close enough to figure out each other’s ticks and relax around each other. They’re both quieter by nature, but being comfortable has allowed them to joke in a way that they don’t do as often around others. Shin now parses through Sena’s word vomit with ease.

“Sure, I could use a walk.”

Shin cleans up for them, and a few minutes later, Shin’s walking Sena home. There’s an ease to his gait even in the snowy conditions, shoulders relaxed. More than that, Sena feels Shin present next to him, no longer miles away in his own head, spiraling. They chat quietly, about football, about other things, and the walk passes by pleasantly until they’re at Sena’s front gate.

“Do you, um, want to come in?” Sena asks.

“It is getting late,” Shin says.

“Oh, yeah.” Disappointment flutters briefly in Sena’s chest. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Maybe tomorrow,” Shin says, “after celebrating.”

Sena nods, no longer as wound up as he was earlier that evening. “Good luck, Shin-san.”

“Thank you, Kobayakawa,” Shin says. He waits by the gate until Sena’s inside before trekking off.

Sena peeks out the window, watching Shin’s broad back trail out of view.

"Was that your date?" Sena's mom, Mihae, asks suddenly from the living room. It looks like his parents just came back from their date. She's unclasping her fancy dangly earrings. His dad is loosening his tie.

"How long have you been watching?" Sena asks, mortified. "When did you come back?"

"Honey, don't even fret," Mihae says. "I was about your age when I first went out on Christmas Eve."

Sena's face floods with color. He plays back that evening spent with Shin, Christmas Eve spent with Shin. It was total happenstance but all the pieces seem to form the conclusion that it was, in fact, a date. Accidentally, but still a date. And what's more:

"I think we have another date tomorrow."

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Timestamp 1:45 PM

You woke up to the warm sun shining in through your bedroom window. You didn’t know what time it was but it felt pretty early. You rolled over reaching for the clock on your nightstand. The clock read 1:45 in the afternoon. You thought for a bit about what day it was. Saturday afternoon, you had the night off but what about Eunwoo, shouldn’t he be at work? You rolled back over and saw your husband Eunwoo sleeping, the rays of sun lightning up his skin. He looked so peaceful and beautiful you didn’t want to wake him.

“Eunwoo hey Eunwoo wake up you totally missed work it’s way past noon.” You said nudging his arm in an attempt to wake him up. He stirred a bit before his eyes opened and looked at you. “Yes you big dummy you’re totally late for work get up.” You said lightly hitting his chest.

“Calm down y/n I have the day off. I’m allowed to sleep.” Eunwoo smiled and went to roll on his side when you spoke up.

“You have the day off? You didn’t tell me. So does that mean we don��t have to get out of bed at all today?” You moved some of the hair out of your face before you let out a yawn.

“We can stay here all day yep. Besides it’s so nice with the sun shine lighting up the room. We can stay in bed as long as you want.” Eunwoo smiled and raised up in bed. Ruffling his hair the bed sheet covering him slid off his body and the sun shone on his chest. You couldn’t help but stare. You wanted to kiss him and cuddle for the rest of the day. “What are you looking at?” Eunwoo’s soft tone fazed you out of your thoughts.

“It’s just..I want to kiss you. You’re so beautiful in the sun. So so beautiful. But I’m too lazy I don’t want to move.” You pouted falling onto Eunwoo’s chest. Your hand trailed up his chest rubbing the skin on his pecks and then tracing small circles on his stomach. His skin was warm from the sun and so soft and smooth. You let out a satisfying sigh and you snuggled more into his chest.

“You’re like a cat you know that? Always laying in the sun, never wanting to move.” Eunwoo’s laughter was closely followed by your own. Eunwoo ran his fingers gently through your hair as you two laid on the bed. You listened to the birds outside and saw the trees blow gently in the spring breeze from the window across the room.

“Speaking of cat. We should totally get one. Wouldn’t it be so cute to have a little fluff ball running around oh Eunwoo we could both lay in the sun it would be wonderful.” You laid your hands open palmed, fingers laced on top of Eunwoo’s chest and rested your chin on your hands. You looked up at Eunwoo and made the best pouty face you could muster. He smiled chuckling to himself. You just smiled as he patted your head and decided since his lips were too far away and you were too lazy you’d just kiss his chest.

Giggling as your lips made small circles on his stomach and pecks you felt Eunwoo’s finger run through your hair again the feeling of his fingers gently on your scalp sent tingles throughout your entire body. You slowly inched yourself up to him til your lips finally met his. You couldn’t stop smiling and giggling against his lips.

One hand went down to the small of your back while the other tucked your hair behind your ear. You pulled away and Eunwoo was smiling back at you. “It’s such a nice day. You want to go outside? Maybe sit in the grass under the big tree?” He asked his fingers carressing your cheek. You thought for a bit. Outside meant more sun but also bugs and that meant you’d have to get out of bed. “Can we just stay like this. I love it.” You kissed Eunwoo on the lips again and laid back against his chest. Eunwoo put his arm around you pulling you into him gently rubbing from your temple to your ear. “Maybe we can think about getting a cat sometime soon. It’ll definitely make moments like this even better.”