#for there are far too little k&j fics

[twolonelystars]

kris and jack nation... we are so back

[yallthemwitches]

“It’s horrid for you, you know.” “No worries–I do loads of things that are bad for me,” he smirks. “Oh? Like what?” He falters, the rushing stream of banter getting interrupted by a fork in the river. Maybe she is imagining it, but she sees the words start to form on his lips. Fancying you. 

Happy New Year! Enjoy a final fic for 2024 and see you on the other side with lots more fluff with these cuties.

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“Hey, Evans.”

“Hey…quidditch knobhead?” 

He cracks a smile that sends her heart soaring out the window along with the cigarette smoke. 

Like always, he appears as though a vision. Standing in front of her in his quidditch uniform, a crudely made sash slings loose across his torso with the words Quidditch Hero emblazoned in gold, the addendum of knobhead hastily added in Black’s unmistakable elegant scrawl. 

“Thought you would like my new title,” he grins a little wider, his lips looking too soft and dangerous to linger on. 

“Love it—hope it makes it into the awards case.” She offers a smile and hopes he hasn’t picked up legitimacy since they’ve last spoken, otherwise he’d see how the sight of him windswept and sweaty turns all her cognitive function into melting goo.

It’s why she had sequestered herself to the far outreaches of the common room. Under the guise of being nonchalant she can keep her heart at bay and not let the dam holding back all her infuriating feelings come pouring out with one sip of spiked punch. But that isn’t to say she hasn’t been watching him—she doesn’t have the option. For better or worse it had been like that in these past few weeks: the world swirling like brush strokes in an impressionist painting while James stands out, hard lined and striking in the forefront. 

Just another thing not to linger on.

“Was wondering if I could share a smoke,” he says with a lopsided grin. It’s one of the ones that could mean anything and her eyebrows rise beyond her fringe.  

“You don’t smoke.”

“I could smoke—you could teach me. Sirius says I need to find something better to do with my mouth than talk all the time.”

She laughs and her head falls back against the stone—and she’s thankful because otherwise he would see the blush that has sprouted on her cheeks from his rather forward innuendo.

He grins wider, a glowing, ethereal expression she has noticed he always does when he gets her to laugh like that. If I could bottle up a sound, it would be your laugh he had said a few days ago in some murky passageway. I’d listen to it until I went deaf.  

“It’s horrid for you, you know.”

“No worries–I do loads of things that are bad for me,” he smirks.

“Oh? Like what?”

He falters, the rushing stream of banter getting interrupted by a fork in the river. Maybe she is imagining it, but she sees the words start to form on his lips. Fancying you. 

Maybe it was a trick of the light. 

He doesn’t answer, letting the conversation waft away. She had known for years that James was never someone who could hide his emotions well. Even now she watches a spectrum from playful to anxious to yearning cross past his face like watching water ripple in sunlight. A sudden urge to lean forward and kiss them all away one by one enters, but she lets it pass. Just another feeling to push out the window and die in the cold air.

“So,” he prods, shifting his weight, “Did you see the game?”

“Game? What game?” she says in mock surprise. The corners of his mouth twitch upwards.

“Oh, y’know, just some blokes on sticks, faffing around—one of which being myself.”

“Oh, right,” she counters, giving herself a little tap to the head, “yeah that little thing–though I didn’t realize you were playing, seeing as you were very discreet.”

He laughs and his sash flutters at his waist. Removing his glasses, he wipes them against the hem of his jersey and the small sight of skin on his abdomen makes her feel ravenous—derailing her thoughts into many recurring memories of times when her hands have skimmed the exact spot, her lips giving soft pecks on their way down… 

“Yeah, that’s what they say about me. Very humble.” He turns bashful, arching his eyebrow and nearly bursting her heart into a thousand pieces. 

“Apparently 100 points worth,” she snorts.

“So you were there.”

Another break in the banter, another silence. Up until this point, she had been doing a good job at keeping the rest of the room at bay, the noise and shifting bodies just fragments of light refracting in her peripheral vision, but their silence opens a hatch and suddenly it all pours in: the rest of the quidditch team drunkenly chanting ROAST THE RAVENCLAWS, the static of some Orlocs tune wafting from the radio, the swaying and heavy petting of couples on a makeshift dance floor now giving her sensory overload.

And yet, here he is, in the forefront of it all, looking so bloody pleased. 

“Yeah, of course,” she murmurs. It’s not a lie, at least partly.

“But I didn’t see you at the end —on the pitch when we won.” His voice goes soft and she has the sudden urge to reach for him. Stop, you are in public.

“Yeah-–I wasn’t feeling…well.” 

She turns away, hoping that looking out the small window will give some respite from the change in conversation, but instead finds James’ image reflecting back at her in the darkness of the Scottish countryside.

“Are you ok?” 

The sound of his worry just wedges the lump in her throat further. Things were so much easier when it was just them tangled together in some dark space where the world couldn’t come dripping in, but there had been a leak in their safe haven for some time now, slowly letting in feelings that were much more complicated than just the joy of his warm skin against hers. As much as she tried to push them away, they continued to creep back, crowding her like a billowing fog.

In the reflected glass, she watches his mouth reopen, then clap shut like a hinged box. His brow furrowed and frustrated by her lack of response. 

“It’s fine. I’m alright…shouldn’t you be–I dunno– taking broom shots with your mates,” she says quietly, turning back from the mirror to face him. 

James doesn’t even glance behind him at the party, his jaw clicking as though on the precipice of something important. Instead, he downs the rest of amber liquid in his glass in one go— the curve of his neck dangerous enough for her to want to flee. 

Placing the cup down on the sill, he uses the proximity to come in closer, angling his body so they are blocked from the fray. He slides his hand down her arm, soft and questioning before reaching her palm and pressing his fingers into the center. 

“I’m not in the mood for broom shots,” he murmurs, “I’m in the mood to hear what’s bothering you.”

He stops pressing, fingers slotting themselves between hers until her own curl willingly. It’s the first time they have done this: shown any sort of affection towards each other in a public setting. A nervous twinge forces her to look over his shoulder to see if any of the party goers have taken notice of their proximity—of how somehow the class prefect has gained a monopoly on the man of the hour.

James watches her for a moment, eyes darting around her face as though looking for answers in a textbook. She can feel the dam inside her coming loose—the sensation of thousand bats fluttering and gnawing at her insides. It's something they don’t do: talk about it. The future, the war, their secret relationship—these were all just abstract ideas when held at a distance, but to talk about them– invest emotion in them–that gave them power.

“Lily—we need to talk.” 

His face furrows, his lips parted. Inside her stomach, the sensation of a thousand bats flutter and gnaw to be let out.

“It’s becoming hard,” he says slowly, clamping his eyes closed. A pool of blush billows just under his glasses.

“It's becoming hard to not have you around.”

She blinks, trying to keep her emotions steady on the surface, meanwhile the bats in her stomach continue to bite though, piercing skin. 

“What do you mean? I’m right here.”

“You know that's not what I mean,” he sighs, dropping her hand. “When I finished the game—y’know landed and everyone was there on the pitch–the only person I wanted to see was you.” 

His eyes were open again, round and full of something resembling pain. 

“I know it’s silly and I have no right to even dream of it, but I can’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to hold you right then—I didn’t even care about the bloody win, I just kept thinking about the second I could find you and—“ 

He looks almost feral now, the words continuing to tumble out.

“--And you should know, even though I’m horrid with words–yet seem to spew them constantly– that you mean a lot to me. Maybe too much…a scary amount, and I need you to say something to me, Evans because I know this might be easy for you and all but I’m dying he–”

It was as though her body moved on its own accord—some dark annals of confidence bursting forth out of her to lean in and press her lips against his. Underneath her, his body freezes, the noise of the party that had slinked in the outskirts of their senses now rushing in again and making them very aware of how brash, how public, they are being. 

It lasts only seconds and she pulls away, leaning far back into the turret of the window like being repelled by an opposing force. 

“God, I’m sorry,” she gasps, wiping her mouth as though to remove the lingering feel of his lips, “I just—you were sort of spiraling, so–” 

She stops speaking, not knowing where her line of thought was going or if it even had a directive.

James blinks, mouth still slightly ajar in the way he had so neatly slotted his lips with hers. 

“Lily—can you just...”

But she leans back further, the dam that has held her together for this long, kept all those easy nights pressed together a casual thing, starting to evaporate into dust and scatter. 

“I think I’m in love with you.”

He freezes, his eyes going wide and glassy. It feels euphoric, finally putting form to the words that had been eating her alive for weeks now. But it doesn’t make it any more terrifying—and she certainly wishes she had thought it through enough to pick a better setting. 

She can see everything he wants just in his eyes. He wants to say I love you too—merlin fuck I always have. He wants to lift her up and spin her, just like he had imagined doing at his quidditch win. He wants to push in, force her legs to part just enough to let him slot against her like all the times they have done before in the solace of her patrols— she can see it because, unlike her, James has never had an issue showing his feelings. She has held him back. She always took the lead. 

“Lily, merlin–I—”

But she presses a hand against his mouth, trying not to savor how soft and warm his lips feel against her fingers. 

“Please—can you just give it a moment?”

She knows she is asking the world—silence has never been his strong suit. 

“How long?”

“Excuse me,” she stammers. Something lights behind his eyes she hasn’t ever seen before and it burns hot. Hotter than any time they have tangled together.

“How long do I have to give it before I can respond?”

Her eyes widen, and something resembling laughter passes her lips. 

“I don’t know? Three seconds? Wh–”

“Three.” 

He presses in, his arms now snaking around her waist, his sash fluttering against her and rising goosebumps on her arms. Around them, the world begins to swirl—everything becoming unrefined and fuzzy. The only grounding she can find is him—but it has always been him, the one sharp, tangible thing keeping her tethered within chaos. 

“James–”

“Two.” 

He exhales against her neck, tracing his nose up her pressure point to her jaw. She tilts her head back, laying against the cold stone, hands pulling him closer until her back needs to arch to hold the weight of him against her. His lips reach hers and her mouth is already parted, waiting to slot against his. But he takes his time, brushing every last bit of blush off her cheeks with fluttering touches, hands grasping as though, if he let go, she’d fall away into the night. 

Later, he will say it back—say all the things he has wanted to and more since the moment he met her in Kings Cross all those years ago. Later, they can explain to their onlooking friends too. Tell them how all the patrols, all the late night studying has been culminating in this moment: them against all odds in the common room windowsill. Later, they will have all the time in the world, but it is of the essence now. He only has a second left. 

“One.”

[morguemistress]

sfw alphabet of chop? (i'm 100% not obsessed with him)

Robert "Chop-Top" Sawyer x Reader: SFW Alphabet

All prompts for this fic have been taken from here.

This post was proof read by @naboo-123

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's always glued to your hip or following you around like a dog. Robert shows his affection for you through physical touch and by writing you songs. He may also get you little presents that reminded him of you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a best friend, he's a menace. You two are always teasing each other or playing pranks. You two bonded over your love for music and that has been the foundation of your friendship sense. He's always inviting you to shows with him or bringing you new CD's or vinyls to listen to.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man loves to cuddle. Sometimes he'll just throw himself onto you like he's tackling you. If you're sitting down somewhere, he wants to be next to you. If you're getting ready for bed, he wants to come up and hug you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Like I said before, he shows his affection physically.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He's talked about settling down with you, carrying on the Sawyer name. But part of him is worried that he's unable to have children due to his exposure to chemical weapons. The man can cook though, he's a Sawyer, what did you expect? Cleaning is his issue, he's a messy person and you can definitely tell if you look at the kitchen after he's been in there.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you'd die if things ended. Depending on how long you two had been together, you knew about the family secret and that information can't get out. Like he trusted you enough to introduce you to his family of cannibals and now you just want to leave?? Yeah no..

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment is really important to him if you have formed a genuine relationship. He wouldn't want to rush into a marriage but it would definitely be in the back of his mind.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's a rather chaotic person towards his family, but towards you he's very different. He is very gentle when it comes to touching you, sometimes he treats you as though you are made of glass. He holds you carefully, brushes your hair behind your ear, everything. Emotionally speaking, he enjoys teasing you, but he's careful to never take things too far.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs are a must have if you are dating Robert Sawyer. He needs to feel you in front of him to ground himself. Sometimes he gets lost in his own head.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I think he would say it the day you got together. I see you two sitting on the hood of his truck under the stars as he talks about life. Then he just randomly turns to you and says how much he loves you. Like what? Hello?

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Robert is one jealous man, especially when it comes to his brothers. If he sees one of them do something a little too friendly or get a little too close to you, he's pissed. He never takes it out on you, rather the opposite. He'll be a little more touchy with you in more public areas of the house, making sure that his brothers know you're his.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

This man showers you in kisses on the daily. He makes it his goal to give you as many little pecks as he can. If you make him happy he'll swing you around and cover your face with kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Children are usually scared of Bobby, every now and then when a brave little one makes their way onto the farm he's the one to chase them off and give them a good scare. But, he has thought about having kids of his own, and he hopes deep down in his heart that he'd make a good dad.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He wakes up super early, sometimes before 6am (curtesy of being in the war.) and if he's up, you're up. He doesn't want to start his day without you and he'd rather wake you up than let you sleep.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He's a night owl so you two don't go to bed until late. When it is time to settle in for the night however, he puts on one of his slower records and you two snuggle up together for a bit.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Most of the more personal information about him is shared when the two of you go for a late night drive in his truck. He didn't tell you everything all at once, but rather a few weeks, and new things still pop up in conversation every now and then.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's not easily angered unless it's under reasonable circumstances. For example, if someone repeatedly annoys him he won't really care, but if someone hurts one of his family members he's ready to pounce.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers the smallest things you say. For example if you were to even mention liking a certain band, BOOM you have a pin with their logo on it. Or if he's feeling bold, he'll add one of their songs to his setlist. But if you ask this man to do something he'll "forget" at least twice before it gets done.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment in your relationship was the first time you came to one of his shows. Seeing you in the audience made his heart flutter. He loves when you come out to watch him perform.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

The man is quite literally a psychotic, war vet/murderer/cannibal. IF anyone dares to even look at you the wrong way they're ending up on the dinner table. He doesn't expect you to protect him, but it sure does make his heart beat a bit faster when you get defensive over him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in as much effort as he can. He can't afford to take you out on lavish and fancy dates, but he will do his best to put together a picnic for you guys. Anniversaries are sometimes hard for him to remember, but he does his best.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a bad habit of auto-cannibalism. He's constantly picking at the skin or scabs around his plate and eating them. You have to remind him that he's not food.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn't really care about the way his face looks, but he definitely puts effort into his outfits. We're talking staying up late to lay something out for the next day.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You two complete each other, there is no him without you. Since you two began dating you find comfort in each others presence. With you around Robert feels somewhat normal.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I have no idea what to write here, sorry guys!! Writers block is kicking my ass.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn't like a partner who's the complete opposite of him, or who's not willing to try new things. If you're a clean freak who likes to have a routine, I hate to say it but you're not his type. To be with him you've gotta be okay with a messier lifestyle.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

This man will fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, an when he's out, he's out. He is a huge snuggle bug, the only downside to sleeping in the same bed with him is that he moves around A LOT.

Alright I really hope this was good, feel free to give me any feedback. This was my first time writing an alphabet fic!

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 22: Billy Loomis

For day 22 I decided to give the ghostface girlies another treat for this month. Plus since I've only done Poly ghostface so far technically this isn't overlapping and it's an entirely separate person (I've been running out of people to write NSFW alphabets for without too many characters getting two or three fics)

Notes: Minors DNI, NSFW, Smut.

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Billy loves pillow talk, he could stay up for hours afterwards just talking to you about anything and everything going on in your lives. If you know about Ghostface he enjoys telling you about what him and Stu get up to when you aren't around.

He also likes to clean you both up too, not much lovey dovey shit though since he wants to focus on cleaning the mess and being able to relax with you.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

His favorite body part on him (Besides his hair) are his arms. I've always taken him as the guy who works out at least a little. Plus with all the Ghostface stuff he's gotta have at least some muscle there. He's overall quite proud of his body.

On you he loves your thighs. No matter how thick or not they are he thinks their great. No matter if your sitting in your bedroom or next to him in the cafeteria he's always got a hand on them making sure everyone else knows who you belong too.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Billy's not trying to risk anything at all even if you can't get pregnant so he always pulls out. He likes to cum on your chest but your face is also a close second for him.

D is for Dirty Secret:

Before you and Billy got super close to where the two of you began a relationship, you were probably close to the top of the Ghostface list. He'd never tell you but he thought at first you were just like everyone else at school so he had no qualms with going after you until he realized you weren't and found himself becoming attracted to you.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

Billy is Billy. He's got loads of experience in both one night stands after parties and actual relationships. That doesn't make him the best boyfriend in the entire world, but he's not entirely stupid on how to make the relationship work.

F is for Favorite Position:

Billy surprisingly is a simple guy. He likes missionary cause he loves looking into your eyes and watching what he does to you as he whispers gentle praises in your ear.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

He can laugh a little and get cocky during sex. He's not the most serious person ever by a long shot but he also is gonna stick to his goal of making you both cum.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

The king at taking care of himself. He keeps himself well groomed pretty much everywhere. I mean he does have an image at school to upkeep.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

Billy has romance down to a science. He isn't afraid to break out all the bells and whistles to really knock you off your feet. Like I said he's good at this shit both putting on a facade and actually meaning it.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

He does it pretty regularly whether he's with you or not. It's something to pass the time when he's board waiting for Stu for Ghostface shit and he just actually enjoys doing it so why not.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Bondage, Billy loves to tie you up and leave you desperate for him. Bonus points if you cry and beg him to fuck you while he's doing it.

I could also see him having a slight daddy kink, or maybe at least calling him sir or something. He loves having that sort of power over you. He's also got a major corruption kink that I think is pretty self explanatory.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

He like it best on a bed or a couch. He also really enjoys the times neither of you can wait till you get to either of your houses so he pulls over to the side of the road and you do it in the back of his car.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

He loves when you surprise him with skimpy outfits. He also really enjoys when you wear these outfits to school or out and about with him so he can stare at you and get a list together of everything he's going to do to you later.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

He's not gonna share you (Maybe with Stu since I am a fan of Poly Ghostface), You're his and he's not willing to let anyone else touch you.

He also won't ever like physically strike you, He just isn't into shit like that and doesn't think it actually has any purpose besides hurting you.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Really big on both giving and receiving. Is maybe just a tad more into receiving since he thinks your amazing at it, but he's not afraid to have you for a meal here and there.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

Billy loves to be a bit rough around the edges but he likes to take things slow. He's really into savoring the moments the with you and making it a nice experience for the both of you.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

Billy likes quickies, if you can't make it to a bed or anywhere to do the whole shebang he'll go for a quickie in maybe the back of his car or a random janitors closest.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

He has his particular things he's just not into and not going to try but he is down to experiment with some things. I could see it also being something you have to bring up for him to even give it a second thought. He just knows what he's into and is satisfied with it.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

He can go for a while, maybe a good few hours. He does like to give you breaks though as he knows he can get rougher especially when he starts to get tired towards the end.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

I could see him having a few things himself to use when he jerks off and stuff, but most of the hardcore toys he saves for you if your into it. He will also be really into buying you toys to try out that caught his eye.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

He teases a good bit cause he likes to rile you up, but he's never gonna be to terribly mean about it. It's more so just playful teasing to get you worked up.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

Billy audibly moans a lot but he's not the loudest with it. He likes when your loud so anyone who's around knows who makes you feel that good but he himself doesn't get that loud.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Out of all the outfits, he likes pink frilly things the best. There's something so innocent about it to him that he likes to corrupt. That if you really wanna get him worked up show up in some pink frilly shit.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

A good six inches. He's about medium in girth too and the shaft itself is pretty straight. Perfect for hitting all the good spots.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

It fluctuates, it can be high if your working him up, but he usually isn't ready to go at the drop of a hat.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

Like in aftercare he likes to talk to you afterwards so he's not gonna fall asleep for awhile. You'll most likely be the one to fall asleep first and shortly after you since he'll have no one to talk to he will fall asleep himself.

[blackjackkent]

Ask prompt fill for @astreamofstars from this ask meme: Light and Dark Metaphors Jaheira/Khalid - "ships in the night" This is a prequel to one of the longer J/K fics I've been working on. :D Perhaps it will help me with motivation to get that done eventually.

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“No, no,” the Rashemaar tells her cheerfully. “He is a miniature giant space hamster. The name is most clear, is it not?”

Jaheira squints, peering at the small, furry rodent in the man’s hand. It stares back at her with beady, intelligent eyes, casually licking its paw to wash its face. “...Perfectly,” she says dryly.

She cannot quite figure their new traveling companions out. Well - Dynaheir is not so much of a mystery; she is stern with an almost regal air, and not (or at least not yet) much given to casual conversation, but Jaheira can understand that well enough. She herself is not generally voluble with strangers.

But Minsc… Minsc is a puzzle. She was, at first, utterly convinced that he was having a laugh at her expense, with his hamster and his odd manner and his habit of hurling himself directly at any enemy they encounter with a loud cry and remarkably little concern for self-preservation. But as they have traveled on together, she is starting to realize that he is, in fact, just like that.

The hamster is a strange one, too. Despite surreptitiously casting a spell for animal speech on herself, she cannot get a word out of it; it just stares at her with those beady little eyes and then scurries up and down Minsc’s arm.

The whole thing has her deeply on edge - more so than she already was just by virtue of accompanying the two near-children from Candlekeep who make up the rest of their party. When she and Khalid departed on this Nashkel fact-finding mission, they had not expected to end up gathering strays along the way. It makes things far more difficult…

“Minsc would ask if Jaheira also keeps an animal,” Minsc continues with that air of affable good-humor, seemingly unperturbed by Jaheira’s evident confusion. “But Minsc has seen the truth. In battle, Jaheira holds all manner of animals inside her!”

“...That is one way of putting it.” Jaheira has to admit she has never heard wildshaping described quite this way before.

“Boo wonders if you have ever turned into a hamster,” Minsc says eagerly.

“Well, he may continue wondering.” Jaheira sighs. It is not really Minsc’s fault that she is stuck on guard duty with him. This was, in fact, Dynaheir’s request - that the watch be split so that at least one of the pair of Rashemaar travelers be awake at all times. Jaheira can even understand why; in Dynaheir’s place, she would not offer full trust immediately either.

But if she has many more nights spent with only Minsc, followed by an empty bed as Khalid takes his shift, she might quite possibly go mad.

“Are you and Dynaheir… attached?” she asks carefully. Perhaps, if the answer is yes, there might be hope that this state of affairs will not last long. 

“Minsc is very attached to Dynaheir!” Minsc replies jovially. “By oath and by word - and by spell, at times, when Minsc becomes lost and must be dragged along. She is Minsc’s wychlaran, his witch, and Minsc shall follow her until he dies or the dajemma is complete, and see she comes to no harm.”

He squints at Jaheira curiously. “Is this what you mean by attached?”

“It is not. But never mind it,” Jaheira says, with a sort of weary resignation. She tilts her head, peering past the veil of leaves above them to judge the moon’s position. “It grows late enough,” she adds. “Go wake your… ‘witch’, and I shall wake my husband.”

Without waiting for a response, she trudges towards the edge of camp and the familiar, battered tent that she has carried since before she and Khalid even met. Poking her head inside, she nudges gently at the pile of blankets on the bedroll.

“Khalid?” she calls softly, her voice far gentler than it was in talking to Minsc. “Wake up, my love.” The blanket emits a drowsy groan, and she smiles to herself. “You are called to the watch, Harper.”

“B-be damned to the watch,” Khalid mumbles, muffled from within the bunched fabric.

Jaheira climbs fully into the tent, reaching under the blanket until she finds her husband’s hand and squeezes it tightly. “Shall I tell Dynaheir she shall watch alone?”

“N-no, no, I am up. I am up. I d-do not dare annoy that woman, I th-th-think.” Khalid sighs and sits up, coming fully into view as the blankets fall away. His hair is tousled and messy and his eyelids are still heavy with sleep - but his expression brightens as he catches sight of her face. “A k-kiss before I go?” he asks as he begins to clamber past her towards the tent flap.

As if she would deny it. With the current state of things, this is the only proper moment of privacy she and Khalid are afforded; it feels like clinging to water dripping rapidly out of her hands. She doesn’t even waste time answering, just cups his face in both hands and kisses him so fiercely that he overbalances and falls into her embrace. 

One of his arms locks around her waist with eager, thrilling strength, catching him in the fall, jolting their bodies together. He is warm from the blankets and his embrace feels welcoming, safe, wonderfully familiar.

“My love…” she mumbles. She rests her hand for a moment against Khalid’s chest, feeling the beat of his heart under his thin shirt. 

He brushes his fingertips against her lips, his eyes bright in the dim light of the fire outside. “Good night, d-darling,” he murmurs. “I will see you soon.”

Then, reluctantly, he draws back and disappears outside, leaving her alone in the tent. With a soft groan, she heaves herself onto the bedroll, stretches out under the blankets, breathes in the scent of him left behind.

She is struck for a moment by visions of a hundred nights in their past journeys traveling alone. It all seems so much simpler by comparison; there was nothing to distract them from each other, no orphaned young wards in need of her protection, no strange new companions carrying hamsters in their pockets. 

Grumbling low in the back of her throat, she rolls over and pulls the blanket around her. Perhaps we must simply settle this business in Nashkel, she thinks. And then matters will return to normal…

[constantfragmentation]

To the recent Silco fic request Nonnie post...

DAMN! YOU!!!! (j/k)

So, I'm curious if anyone is interested. I'll put some story ideas on the back burner to simmer while I finish my current three horribly neglected fics.

I don't think I have an idea for Pirate Silco and Mermaid Reader but I've had another Pirate Silco idea for a couple of years. BUT @cognacandlilac has already written a killer Pirate Silco and I don't think I could even come close to that brilliance.

I can see Silco being captured after the Day of Ash (along with his would be crew) and put in jail and sold as a slave to a plantation in Ionia.

As a slave, the daughter of his Piltover owner finds him fascinating and too intelligent to be a slave and there's a little flirting. He hates her for who she is but can't help loving her a little. He breaks free and hits the high seas since he can't go back to Zaun. Marcus has been charged with hunting him down and killing him.

When her ship comes under attack and he discovers she's a passenger heading back to Piltover. The only problem, she isn't HIS captive but held for ransom by another pirate captain from Zaun, Finn.

I could see Beauty and the Beast but not sure how I might pull that off. I might have to go old-school BatB (non-Disney) and thinking of making Beast!Silco... a werewolf?

Vander becomes Warwick Werewolf and infects Silco as revenge for killing him (and Silco's revenge for Vander's murder attempt). Silco moves to the far side of town, hiding his condition and I'll need to figure out how Beauty gets involved...

God. Fucking. Damnit. Now, I'm going to brainstorm ideas.

Oh lord. Phantom of the Opera is so many levels of fun with Silco. The face is just part of it. I think my 1920's Flapper Art Deco style setting in Zaun and super Victorian/Edwardian Piltover might work and make this a reverse Phantom of the Opera. Reader (a blues singer) was from Zaun and presumed dead after the Day of Ash. Silco horribly disfigured, secretly runs the most popular blues speakeasy in the Underground and he discovers a beautiful opera singer in Piltover looks and sounds VERY much like someone he thought was dead.

Alright, Old Man Silco fuckers and monster fuckers, let's see what you have to say:

[tokyo-chainsaw-dragon2]

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 (𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬)

A/N: First time doing this and fic for Big Boss. Will do more if I have the time for them.

Requested by: No one

Pairing: Big Boss X Fem!Reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟔𝟏𝟕 (𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔)

⚠️Warnings: 18+ MDNI, NSFW (obviously)

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🐍A >>> Aftercare🐍(what they're like after sex)

Snake is the type of person, who after intercourse, would have zero energy. Look away for just a minute, then back over, and he's already sitting up in bed with a cig in his mouth. He always tells you that smoking calms his nerves, but you don't believe him.

🐍B >>> Body part🐍(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

For himself, it's his tongue. For you, it's your pussy and thighs. Very easy to figure out where this part gets headed.

🐍C >>> Cum🐍(anything to do with cum, basically)

Warm and semi-sticky, has the consistency of Clover honey (minus the clear part). It tastes semi-bitter, but a sweet aftertaste makes up for it.

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

Whenever he takes a shower alone, he mixes a little bit of your conditioner with his body wash and rubs that concoction all over his dick. Obviously with both hands to get the simulation of your pussy.

🐍E >>> Experience🐍(how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Big Boss has experience and knows what he's doing, but he needs some coaching getting back used to it.

🐍F >>> Favorite position🐍(this goes without saying)

🐍G >>> Goofy🐍(are they more serious during the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It's a very serious matter for him and doesn't fool around.

🐍H >>> Hair🐍(how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

He's well groomed down there per say, but does leave a bit of a hair trailing from his belly button to the base of his cock. It's relatively thin, but it's like his beard hair (all scruffy and scratchy).

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

When it comes to intimacy with Snake, he focuses on one thing and one thing only: cumming into you so he can feel less deprived of touch and pussy. Like I said, a very serious matter for him.

🐍J >>> Jack off🐍(masturbation headcanon)

When he's alone at home, he will jack off in the shower. Sometimes he'll jack off in your bed a little too far and cum into one of your pillow cases.

🐍K >>> Kink🐍(one or more of their kinks)

Dominance, panty, and outdoor sex kinks.

🐍L >>> Location🐍(favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere around the house, really (the bedroom and kitchen being his preferred). Out in public, it's a quickie up against the women's bathroom sink or a back alley.

🐍M >>> Motivation🐍(what turns them on, gets them going)

Either you being intoxicated or when the heat in the house gets unbearable in the summer time, you strip down naked in front of him to cool down.

🐍N >>> No🐍(something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Big Boss hates when you wear overpowering perfume, yet he can stand the smell of his own cigars. He also hates when you're being over obsessively clingy (Snake needs his personal space too).

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

Doesn't have a preference.

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

His pace varies. If it's been a day or two, he'll go slow and take his time. If it's been a couple weeks to a month, he can go feral (aka really fast and rough, nearly destroying your pussy).

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

Every once in a while, Snake will do a quickie, but that solely depends on the location for when he gets horny (like if you're both at a party and he needs to "take care of something").

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

He normally doesn't do this, just keeps the same routine everytime no matter the location. Once in a great while, he will try something new.

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

Big Boss has quite a bit of stamina, can last about 3 or 4 rounds.

🐍T >>> Toys🐍(do they own toys? do they use them?)

He's not really the type of guy who uses sex toys and doesn't own any.

🐍U >>> Unfair🐍(how much they like to tease)

Snake isn't that good at teasing, but he tries his best when he's drunk.

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

Big Boss is Big Boss, so expect him to be loud. On days when he's not feeling it or tired, he's a bit vocal, but not too much.

🐍W >>> Wild card🐍(a random headcanon for the character)

Two words: pussy eating.

🐍X >>> X-ray🐍(let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Big Boss is a GIRTHY 8 1/2 inches. Don't ask on how you manage to fit most that in your mouth when you go for blowjobs on him.

🐍Y >>> Yearning🐍(how high is their sex drive?)

This man gets touch and pussy deprived after just one and a half weeks without intimacy, so a high sex drive for him.

🐍Z >>> Zzz🐍(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Expect him to be awake for the next few hours, since he's too busy smoking. Need I say more?

[shadowjinx2906]

I just wrote a scene that my fic is nowhere near and its making me want to cry because I’m an evil genius and parallels and angst but also comfort and giggles

I am rewriting the first few chapters, because I wanted ✨more✨ as well as a better plan, and also want to have a good bit prewritten before I update again but this is the fic (I suck at summaries and will one day redo that 😅):

The Black Snake (24269 words) by ShadowJinx Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Regulus Black & Remus Lupin, Sirius Black & James Potter, Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr. & Remus Lupin & Evan Rosier Characters: Harry Potter Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black Needs a Hug, POV Alternating, Angst with a Happy Ending, Regulus with a knife, BAMF Regulus Black, BAMF Remus Lupin, Rosekiller, Jegulus, wolfstar, Character Death, i want you to laugh, but I also want you to cry, Zombie Apocalypse, Blood and Violence, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Death Eater Remus Lupin, Regulus Black is a Little Shit, no beta we drown like regulus black, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, The Walking Dead References, did I mention tags might contain spoilers yet?, Alternate Universe - The Walking Dead Fusion, Kinda, Bad Parent Walburga Black, Bad Parent Orion Black, Morally Grey Regulus Black, Morally Grey Characters, Traumatic things happen and everyone reacts in their own way, I intend to break your heart so read at your own risk, But it’s not all angst I promise, Pushing the boundaries of platonic, platonic but intimate, Platonic Sex, idk if itll be explicit or just implied yet, did I mention that people die?, like its the marauders in a TWD AU so expect death, but don't forget i want you to laugh and be happy too, even if your favorite character dies.., maybe I should stop with the tags or else I'll scare everyone away lol, I am planning a happy ending though I solemnly swear Summary: Regulus Black (22) and his estranged brother, Sirius Black (24), are separated during the apocalypse and experience it very differently. One becomes a Death Eater and the other joins the Order of the Phoenix. One looks for his brother and the other hopes he never finds him. Will they find each other? What will happen if they do? Have they changed too much, or will they find each other just in time? … As James raises his hand a third time, the door finally yanks open. Regulus’s hand, full of black and silver rings, leans against the side of it. A scowl that would make Walburga Black proud immediately crosses his features—his bored expression long gone—when he sees them and promptly slams the door in their faces. So.. he’s definitely not out… It’ll be okay. Probably. “Little fucking shit,” Sirius growls. A muffled yell from the other side reaches James’ ears, “Remus! Your idiots are here!” “Well, that’s just rude,” James mutters. Sirius is right. __ SO, this is far from finished but I have plans for it <333

[blue-jisungs]

☆彡 BLUE-JISUNGS' 2ND ANNIVERSARY ! ★彡

4/03/2022. that’s when a certain silly girl decided to post her first work to a new platform. that silly girl is axe and a new platform (for her) is tumblr. 2 years passed so so quickly i don’t even know how?? thank you all for being here for me and supporting my work, it means so much to me!!

to celebrate this, i decided to make an event!! it’s nothing too fancy but i hope you’ll enjoy it: seventeen members as dpr ian and dpr live (dabin) songs! ofc i wouldn’t be myself if there wasn’t a little twist~~ here’s the deal: i’ll post titles of songs so far, you don’t know which member it is unless posted AND within each fic there’s a spoiler who’s gonna be next !! the range is 500-4k words for some of them, there is a variety of genres so i hope everyone will find something to enjoy. also, i made most of the banners myself — however id like to thank @slytherinshua , @eternalgyuuu and @l3visbby for your help with some of them !!

i don’t wanna make it too long so if anyone is interested, a few words from me and thank you note is below the masterlist ! <3 be aware that the schedule may change as i haven’t written all pieces yet!

ACTION!, dpr live — c. vernon [4/03]

SO I DANCED, dpr ian — l. chan [7/03]

SUMMER TIGHTS, dpr live — k. soonyoung [10/03]

TEXT ME, dpr live — k. mingyu [12/03]

PEANUT BUTTER & TEARS, dpr ian — y. jeonghan [15/03]

BALLROOM EXTRAVAGANZA, dpr ian — l. seokmin [18/03]

SO BEAUTIFUL, dpr ian — h. joshua [21/03]

YELLOW CAB, dpr live — b. seungkwan [24/03]

JASMINE, dpr live — x. minghao [27/03]

PLAYLIST, dpr live — l. jihoon [30/03]

MERRY GO, dpr ian — w. junhui [1/04]

JAM & BUTTERFLY, dpr live — j. wonwoo [4/04]

ONE SHOT, dpr ian — c. seunghcheol, [7/04]

★彡 a small thank you note !

i wanted to say thank you all from the bottom of my heart, my moots, followers and friends! those two years were amazing and i can’t imagine my life without you. i’m so so glad i decided to move to tumblr!! thank you for staying by my side and being there for my ups and downs. love you so so much !!

tagging my svt tl just in case ! @mirxzii ,, @primoppang ,, @l3visbby ,, @nicholasluvbot ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @slytherinshua ,, @kazmura ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @eternalgyuuu ,, @rubywonu ,, @haecien ,, @mine-gyu

[gday-gecko]

my friend @theannoying1 is writing a fic and it's really cool, u should check it out :)

summary: Remus and Sirius, being the idiots they are, take far too long to discover how they really feel. Shenanigans ensue.

wolfstar, jegulus, background marylily. minimal angst. hogwarts, no voldy, no prank, none of that angsty stuff. short chapters. a lot of fun silly little things :)

[tang-yuann]

Fanart for my completed fic, The Clock Problem. SS x OFC

Summary:

What if the teenaged Severus Snape had someone other than Lily by his side?

Enter May Shen, an ambitious Ravenclaw fueled by her desire to be Hogwarts' top student. After an arithmancy class seating chart places her next to Severus Snape, she forms an alliance with the poor, bullied boy in hopes of profiting from his incredible skill in potions. A true friendship soon emerges, making her one of the Marauder's marked targets. When the professors refuse to interfere with James Potter's relentless attacks, she decides to take matters into her own hands.

May and Severus must work together to seek their vengeance, all while trying to find their place in the looming warzone that is Wizarding Britain.

Exerpt:

He watches as her long fingers carefully pry open the sticky sealing of a plastic bag and pull out a tissue. With a soft Auguamenti , she conjures a thin stream of water, soaking the tissue thoroughly but evenly.

“This might hurt a little,” she murmurs, bringing the wad up to his bloodied face and dabbing softly. Long used to his mother’s rough hands that had bandaged wounds far more severe, he hardly winces at the slight sting of May’s featherlight touch. 

“Are you okay?” she asks, discarding the used tissue and wetting a new one. “Can I keep going?”

“Y-yeah.”

Only as she leans in to wipe a scratch close to his left eye does he abruptly notice her proximity: her hands, pale and soft, one gently lifting his chin as the other cleans his cuts; her eyes, chocolate-brown under the light, brows furrowed in concentration; her hair, let out of its usual ponytail, flowing in a silky, black sheet over her shoulder. When a strand slips from its place tucked neatly behind her ears, she turns away from him and flips it over her shoulder, spreading the floral scent of her shampoo through the stale air of their room.

 “Two more to go,” she announces, the weight of her hand soft against his cheeks. “Black should really trim his goddamn nails.”

He chuckles, trying to repress his now-accelerating heartbeat and the rising heat in his face. All too soon, the light pressure against his face ceases, and the air in front of him is cool once more. 

“An episkey should heal this fine,” she says, reaching for her wand. She leans in once more, and he tries to grasp it, to breathe her in – the flowery air, the softness of her hands, the low whisper of the healing spell in his ear – but she finishes before he can absorb her presence once more.

He hardly registers the hot-and-cold flash of episkey .

“All done.”

Sure enough, he reaches up to find the skin on his face unblemished. “Uhm, thanks. You really didn’t have to, though. I would’ve been fine.”

She looks away for a moment, tucking the stray strands of hair behind her ear. “Well, we can’t have you walking around with evidence on your face.”

Right. Evidence.

“Why’d you use petrificus on them?” he asks, pushing his mind away from the dizzying few minutes of newfound feelings.

“I took a gamble by using Black’s wand, and I didn’t want to risk backfire. Petrificus is simpler than stupefy ,” she answers easily. “Plus, I wanted them to be conscious during the painful waiting period.”

He smirks. “I hope they’re still lying there.”

“I just hope they don’t try to avenge themselves again.”

[pappydaddy]

idiot (j.m.)

a/n: ha, i'm baaaack! bet cha didn't think y'all were getting this fic!

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader

requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: jj tries to impress his girlfriend, but it doesn't go as well as he planned.

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warnings: reckless actions, accident, mention of a dislocation, mention of breaking a bone, fluff.

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JJ has done stupid and reckless things before. It was expected of him and he liked to live up to expectations. He was the unhinged friend that stressed everyone out. Since meeting him in elementary school, Y/N didn’t know JJ not to be daring which meant that she (being the nervous and apprehensive person she was) often found herself on the verge of a heart attack whenever he pulled his little stunts. Since they started dating two years ago, his chaos and recklessness has decreased, but not by any significant bounds. 

  But the decrease wasn’t from JJ changing, it was from Y/N insisting that he needs to be safe and arguing with him (which actually makes him think first). Even then, it’s a fifty-fifty shot that he actually listens. For instance, there was a new skatepark installed on The Cut, a last-ditch effort to (a) make The Cut look nicer, (b) keep Pogues out of Kook territory, and (c) lower crime rates. Of course, JJ, who has never skateboarded before, was convinced it was just like surfing so, therefore, he believed he would be a pro at it. He was wrong. Horribly wrong. But, thanks to Y/N, he was wearing a helmet and managed to avoid concussing himself on the concrete after he fell off the metal railing (nearly hitting his head on that). 

  Now, the dirt bike track was finally up and running again following the brief closure (three years) due to the owner going to jail for embezzlement. Now, after two former motocross x-game finalists who grew up in The Cut had bought it, it was fixed up and ready to be used again. Of course, JJ was naturally drawn to it, visiting every day so far this summer. Most of the time, Y/N went with him, but she was unable to go the past three weeks because Sarah had pulled her away to the mainland for shopping. 

  “Babe, I am so excited for you to come to the course again,” JJ was nearly bouncing off the walls all day. He even woke up at nine in the morning (and was like this from the start). His breakfast of a mixture of half a box of fruity pebbles and half a box of lucky charms was not helping anything. “I’ve been working on so many neat moves with Nathan, he says that I have enough skill that I could enter comps and win huge cash prizes.” 

  She looked over at him from where she packed things into her tote bag. “Nathan would know, maybe you should enter some contests. You could probably enter some surfing contests too,” She nodded, double checking the contents of her bag. JJ spending every day at the course has led to Nathan (one of the owners) coaching him as a hobby. Completely free and completely spontaneous. “You could really make a career out of these, J.” She reminded him. 

  “I don’t know, Babe,” He shrugged, grabbing the sunscreen and her sunglasses that she forgot on her dresser. “Some of these guys that play these sports come from rich families who pay for only the best training. No way I can compete against that. Their parents buy them wins basically! How can I win against someone who bribes the judges? Or someone who has the best bike?” He pointed out, handing her the items as she started to walk out of their room. 

  “Thanks,” She smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “And Nathan has competed against them and won, he can teach you how. Talent is always better than money in the long run. It’s worth a try if you think you’ll be happy,” A honk sound from outside, signalling that the Twinkie was there. “I mean, you asked me out because you thought it would make you happy and look at us now. Living together.” She gestured around at the small cottage-like house they rent. Two-bedroom, one bath, and the floor plan was open concept because it was just a kitchen and living room. 

  “Would you be okay if I started competing,” JJ asked her, his hand reaching out to gently grab her arm when she started to walk towards the front door, another honk sounding from John B. She turned around, seeing him inches away from her, eyes staring down into hers as he waited for her answer. “It’s easy to get hurt in these sports and I don’t want you worrying all the time.” 

  She sighed, smiling at him, hands coming up to cup his face. “I’m always gonna worry about you JJ. What matters is if you’re happy. You sacrifice so much for me, I can sacrifice being scared out of my wits for the length of a competition.” With that, she rolled up to the balls of her feet, pressing a kiss to his lips just when another honk sounded. 

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  “I can’t believe you said you would be fine with him competing,” Sarah shook her head as she watched the course. People zipped around, mud flying in every direction. Sarah and Y/N sat on the bleachers, free sodas from the cooler in hand. Y/N looked up from her book, eyes searching for JJ instantly, quickly finding him talking to Nathan off on the side. “I mean, someone wipes out every second. If John B started competing in motocross I would have a nervous breakdown.” 

  Y/N shrugged, eyes leaving JJ to see John B ripping around the course. “It makes him happy and he’s really excited about Nathan telling him he could do well at this,” She took a sip of her soda, the cool liquid helping cool her body temperature. “I’m not going to let my worries ruin this for him.” 

  “You’re braver than me, girl.” Sarah shook her head, taking a drink of her own soda just as Kie and Pope turned the corner, climbing the bleachers with take out containers in their hands from the food truck parked in the parking lot. 

  “We got JJ and John B’s, they are on the bottom to stay warm,” Pope told the two girls, handing them two containers. “Though, I don’t know why I try since they will devour them cold by choice,” Pope shook his head, settling down beside Sarah, picking up his untouched soda. “Are they almost ready for a break anyway? They’ve been at this for hours.” He asked, popping the tab open, the carbonation hissing as it rushed out. 

  Glancing over at the track, Y/N shrugged. “John B will probably be done once he finishes this lap, but JJ is probably gonna take the course once more so Nathan can time him,” She explained. “He’s aiming to break his personal best.” She was proven correct when JJ pulled his helmet over his head, securing it as he nodded along to whatever Nathan was telling him, his face hidden by the dark tinted face shield. 

  Just as John B finished his lap, JJ revved his engine, mud slinging around as his tire spun. Y/N perked up slightly as he drove to the startline. With a flick of Nathan’s thumb, JJ took off, zipping around the track. Y/N wiggled to the edge of her seat, setting her soda and the two containers of fries on the bench beside her. Something told her to keep watching. Maybe it was that she thought he would make a new personal best or maybe JJ had been a little too good about not making reckless decisions as of late. She wasn’t too sure, but here she was hanging off of every mound and every turn as if he were competing for a national title. 

  Then, it all made sense when she noticed Nathan’s hands flying through the air, looking like he was telling JJ to slow down or something as he yelled into the radio that allows him to communicate with JJ. “Is that some kind of signal?” Sarah asked, her nose wrinkling as she watched Nathan’s hand movements in confusion. 

  “They have radio communication, he wouldn’t need to use hand signals unless JJ was training for a race,” John B, who Y/N didn’t notice had joined them, explained. He tipped his uncapped water bottle towards Nathan. “It looks like he’s stressin’. Must think JJ’s pushing himself too hard.” 

  The group watched with worried expressions. From where they sat, they could hear the raised voice of Nathan but they couldn’t hear what he was saying over the roar of JJ’s motor. It was a split second. A tiny movement. But it told Y/N exactly what was going on. As JJ flew by the stands, she could see the way his head stayed tilted towards her for a second too long to not be a coincidence, followed by a sudden surge of speed. “Oh, God, JJ,” She tucked her lip between her teeth. “Please don’t. Listen to Nathan.” She pleaded quietly, hoping he could sense her wishes. 

  “Don’t do what? What’s he doing?” Pope asked, looking at Y/N with nervous eyes. Before Y/N could react, JJ’s bike took the turn too tight, tire hitting the soft mud at such a high speed (nearly double the speed Nathan suggested probably), slinging mud and causing him to lose control. Everyone stood as the bike started to fall, flinging JJ off it, but Y/N was already running down the bleachers while Nathan ran towards him from the ground. 

  “JJ,” Y/N yelled, not caring that her white sneakers were getting covered in sloppy mud. Somehow, she managed to get to JJ before Nathan, dropping to her knees, ignoring the cold, uncomfortable feeling of mud shifting under her. “JJ, does anything hurt? Oh my god.” She muttered, shaking fingers trying to undo his helmet strap to pull it off, but she could barely feel any of her limbs as panic took over. 

  “My shoulder,” JJ’s voice was strained and muffled as Y/N still fumbled with the helmet. Finally pulling it off his head, she could see his face screwed up in pain, his other hand clutching the shoulder he landed on (and was currently laying on). “It really hurts.” He could barely open his eyes as he flopped his head back, mud matting into his blonde hair. 

  “His shoulder hurts, what do we do?” Y/N looked up at Nathan who turned the bike off, handing it off to John B to put away. Crouching down on the other side of JJ, he looked down at him. 

  “I think he popped his shoulder out of place,” Nathan observed, looking up at Y/N as she softly stoked JJ’s hair, feeling rather useless as he groaned in pain, a few tears even slipping from his shut eyes, mixing with the mud laying under him. “Let’s sit him up first, but someone has to take him to the hospital to get it set.”  

  “You’re not gonna go to the hospital?” Y/N asked him, eyes nearly popping out. While all of them were now adults, Nathan was in his early thirties making him more of an adult than the 19-year-olds who currently surrounded him.

  A whimper from JJ made her look down at him, seeing him trying to move. Gently, she placed her hand on his chest, rubbing it to calm him down. “I’ll be right behind you guys, I just don’t have the room to drive him to the hospital comfortably in my two-seater.” He pointed over to the car park where his black Mazda MX-5 sat, backed into the spot next to the Twinkie - a hilarious sight. 

  “We’ll help him to the van, Y/N/N,” John B crouched down, placing his hand on Y/N’s shoulder. Startled, she looked over at him. He could see the tears building in her eyes as she blinked at him, nodding. “He’ll be okay, it’s just a popped shoulder. Remember when he broke his collarbone in freshman year? This is like that but less severe.” 

  He knew she already knew that, but when you see the one you love in unbearable pain, common sense tends to take a backseat. “Okay,” She muttered, looking around - needing something to take her mind off her boyfriend laying there, not being able to open his eyes from the amount of pain he was in. “I'll open the passenger seat and get it set for him-” As she spoke, she slowly took her hands from JJ, moving to stand up but her words were cut off as a hand reached out to grab her wrist. 

  “No, stay,” JJ spoke through clenched teeth, his eyes fluttering open to look at her. His crystal clear blue eyes were clouded by tears and laced with pain as she looked back down at him, kneeling beside him. “I need you.” He whimpered, eyes snapping closed again. 

  “I won’t leave you, J.” She reassured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek softly, hoping it brought him some comfort at least. 

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  After a very uncomfortable drive with John B going way over every single speed limit, Y/N and JJ sat in an ER bay, the curtain shielding them from the rest of the ER. “Do you think I just dislocated it?” JJ asked, his voice hoarse. He shifted his head on the pillow, looking at Y/N. He was laying more comfortably after the doctors prescribed some pain meds, but Y/N was still treating him like a porcelain doll. 

  “The tests are just to make sure they aren’t missing anything, J,” She reassured him, rubbing soothing circles on his good arm. “Whatever it is, I will take good care of you.” She smiled, throwing a wink at him knowing flirty innuendos were his favourite thing ever - especially when they came from his insanely hot girlfriend. 

  Just as JJ opened his mouth to retort, the curtain opened with a flourish. In came the doctor, followed by two interns all sporting crisp white coats. “Okay, Mr. Maybank,” The older looking doctor spoke up, eyes on the tablet he held, clicking away on it. “We got your scans back, and it looks like you have a very minor glenoid fracture on top of your treated dislocation. Now that your dislocation has been reduced, you should feel a little more comfortable, but that fracture is gonna give you some issues,” He explained, setting the tablet down and pulling a prescription pad from his coat pocket. “I am going to prescribe you some pain medication, Hydrocodone,” He spoke as he scribbled quickly. “Also known as Vicodin. I am not going to prescribe much as it's highly addictive, I recommend only using what you need along with icing frequently and resting it for a full two weeks,” He explained, handing JJ the prescription before pulling a pamphlet from his chest pocket. “That’s a pamphlet on opioids explaining how they work, major side-effects to watch out for, and tips to avoid getting addicted to them. I like to hand them out to help patients manage their pain safely.” 

  “How long does the recovery take?” Y/N asked, her hand gripping JJ’s in relief. 

  “Typically, recovery takes a total of 12 to 16 months. Like I said, after two weeks you can return to normal activity aside from heavy-lifting, sports, or strenuous activity. Then, after a span of 6 weeks or 3 months, you can resume normal activity if your shoulder permits. I would recommend a physical therapist to help with recovery, but for now, lots of rest and my interns will put your arm in a sling.” He gave them a tight smile, nodding as he turned and left the makeshift room. 

  “Hear that, J. Lots of rest and you’re gonna be fine.” Y/N smiled, letting go of JJ’s hand, standing to move out of the way of the interns as they moved around, getting his arm in a sling. She busied herself with collecting his shoes as the nurses helped her dress him earlier (so she didn’t jostle his shoulder getting his clothes on. John B had been so kind as to run to their place to get him clean clothes. 

  “You’re all set, Mr. Maybank, we will see you in 6 weeks to check on your recovery.” With that, they also left the makeshift room, leaving the curtain open. Y/N knew they were busy people and it was just an ER, but the speed of everything made her head spin slightly. 

  “I think I could get used to my hot girlfriend taking care of me for two whole weeks,” JJ commented as she kneeled down in front of him from where the interns helped him sit up, his legs over the edge of the bed. She looked up at him, shooting him a scornful look. “I think restraining myself will be a little strenuous though-”

  “JJ Maybank, no funny business until you are better, until you are cleared to resume all activity, any funny business is off the table,” She informed him sternly. He narrowed his eyes at her, pouting his lip. “I mean it JJ. Maybe then you will take recovery seriously.” 

  “If recovery means we can’t take part in my favourite pastime, then I am going to take it as serious as hell,” He remarked. “This is going to be the fastest and best recovery the doctors have ever seen. Then, you are going to have the time of your life once I am cleared.” He smirked, watching as she stood up, shaking her head. 

  Her smile she had been trying to fight broke free as she sat beside him, making sure to sit to his left (his uninjured side). “I am sure you will.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips. The sound of multiple approaching footsteps made them pull away to see their friends slipping into the open curtain. 

  “Nathan is talking to your doctor, he said he would cover the medical bill,” Pope explained, pointing over his shoulder. “Good thing it was only a minor fracture, now we just have to make sure JJ actually listens during recovery.” He remarked, shooting a playful glare at the blonde. Everyone knew JJ would be a pain in the ass during recovery, always doing things he shouldn’t be doing. 

  “Not gonna be an issue,” Y/N spoke confidently. “We already talked about it and JJ is gonna take it very seriously,” She looked towards him, almost daring him not to keep his word when her face suddenly changed, looking like she had a question. “Why did you take that turn too fast anyway? Nathan was telling you to slow down and the course looked extra muddy today thanks to that rainstorm we just had.” 

  Suddenly, JJ’s cheeks tinged red in a blush and he dropped his eyes to his lap. “I wanted to impress you.” He muttered bashfully, ashamed because she endlessly told him that he impresses her every single day. 

  “You’re an idiot, JJ! You severely injured yourself to impress the girl who has seen you throw up on yourself.” She rolled her eyes, slightly shaking his hair, the only thing she thought she could do to not cause him more pain. 

  Quickly, the bashfulness was wiped from JJ’s face as a smug smile took over his face. “Well, at least I am your idiot, right?” JJ asked, making her roll her eyes at him, a large smile fighting a way onto her face as she leaned in. 

  “That’s why you’re an idiot for trying to impress me, you’re mine forever - regardless of idiocy.” She pressed another kiss to his lips, smiling into the kiss like a fool in love. 

  Pope and John B groaned at the display of affection, but Sarah and Kie cooed, hugging each other. Pope and John B started to gag as the kiss lingered, the pair of them staring into each other’s eyes intently. “Oh, shut up guys-” Kie rolled her eyes at Pope and John B. 

  “Y’all know you’re the reason I believe in love, ya know?” Sarah cooed, ignoring the other three, watching JJ and Y/N as if they were her favourite ship in a show. John B shot her a look, gesturing to himself before giving up. JJ and Y/N were the reason they all believed in love. 

  “Well, she’s the reason I believe in love.” JJ remarked, pressing another kiss to Y/N’s lips.   

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[Podfic] Fifty Shades of Granger by winterwells

[Podfic] Fifty Shades of Granger by winterwells https://ift.tt/NXaCGrP by MandGReadings Draco Malfoy finds himself reentering society after having been on house arrest for the past five years. The Wizengamot has graciously given him the opportunity to leave the manor provided he gets a job at the Ministry.   What could go wrong?   Dramione, post-war AU This is an audio/podfic version of the original fic Fifty Shades of Granger by winterwells. Words: 323, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Humor, BAMF Hermione Granger, Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Ministry of Magic Employee Draco Malfoy, Explicit Sexual Content, Innocent Draco Malfoy, but he wants Hermione to corrupt him, Virgin Draco Malfoy, Dom Hermione Granger, Sub Draco Malfoy, Tropes, Satire, Sex Positive Hermione Granger, Wizard of Oz References, Banter, Fluff and Humor, Funny, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Sex, Dom/sub, but they'll ease into it, Draco Malfoy is Clueless About Muggle Things, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Third Person, Draco Malfoy is So Done, Corn - Freeform, literally corn, one bed, plus a tornado, Harry Potter Is NOT actually dead in this fic, Far too much corn, but also some porn, Lecturing as Foreplay, Road Trips, Forced Proximity, Crookshanks is a Little Shit (Harry Potter), but we love him, Inappropriate Humor, Inappropriate Erections, Draco's, Drunken Shenanigans, followed by Draco's Sober Mortification, Rom com vibes, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, and a good shag, Wandless Magic (Harry Potter), Theo and Blaise advisory board, Podfic, No Beta We Die like Draco's Dignity, Podfic Length: 3-3.5 Hours, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: M4B, Audio Format: Streaming, Audio Format: Download via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/ABuhx2N January 16, 2025 at 09:42PM

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Avatar | ATWOW: FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

This is for anyone else who is searching for certain avatar (wotw) fics; I’ve got you.

Important note: many of these fics are nsfw so please check for “MINORS DNI” notes or warnings ⚠️ and don’t forget to follow and support these writers ✨

I was suppose to post this a month ago but school kept me hella busy and I didn’t have the energy to post anything but here it is now😃 I also imma start binging this as well!! Enjoy!

Main library; ext blog (soon to be posted)

First: JAKE SULLY Fanfics | Catergory:

• A •

Avatar the way of water | Jake sully x fem!reader @avatarl0v3r

Avatar @/avatarl0v3r

A new star @anangelwhodidntfall

• B •

Becoming Jake Sully’s mate @ronwestbreeze

Born to die @xoxomelanie

Boundaries @cyberfreaky

• C •

Cute things Jake does with you @tojigasm (p.s Everyone thank this author for feeding us with Jake fics 🤍✊🏻)

• D •

Dacryphilia Jake @truetogaia

Daddy’s girl: Dad!Jake @/anangelwnodidntfall

Did you forget something? @avatarbyamara

Different worlds @/teytiri reposted by another blog*

Discipline series @coffeeandbookskeepmealive

• E •

electric @weasleytwinwheezes

Exchanging cultures @/truetogaia

• F •

Far from home @rayassecretlife

First time with dilf Jake @/truetogaia

First time @persefolli

Flaws n all @/persefolli

Forbidden secrets @/ rayassecretlife

Forgive me @tiredmamaissy

• G •

Good enough @/anangelwnodidntfall

• H •

Hold me, please @/truetogaia

• I •

Insecurities @/cyberfreaky

Interstellar activities @/truetogaia

I don’t recognise you anymore @/persefolli

I’ll do better (dad!jake x daughter!reader) @/anangelwnodidntfall

I mean it @/avatarbyamara

I see you @heirtothekingdom

• J •

Jake + Bimbo!reader

Jake + crybaby!reader @'tojigasm

Jake + fluffy sleep @/tojigasm

Jake + fluffy smut @/tojigasm

Jake + giggling during sex @/tojigasm

jake + hair pulling @/tojigasm

Jake + mutual masturbation @/tojigasm

jake + overwhelmed @/tojigasm

Jake being needy @/truetogaia

Jake being too rough with reader @/tojigasm

Jake nsfw visuals @/tojigasm

Jake pussy eating drabble @/tojigasm

jake smut drabble @/tojigasm

Jake sully and physical touch @/ronwestbreeze

Jake sully fingering pregnant reader @/tojigasm

Jake sully headcannons @/truetogaia

Jake talks @/justasimps-blog

• K •

kin @suuuupernovaaa

Kiss it when he eat it @/tojigasm

• L •

Little secret @/Tiredmamaissy

lightweight @/teytiri

• M •

My dear mates @/ronwestbreeze

• N •

need you @/persefolli

nga yawne lu oer @/suuuupernovaaa

Nightmare:Jake sully @/anangelwnodidntfall

nisngum @/suuuupernovaaa

O

• P •

Picasso (dad!jake x daughter!reader) @/anangelwnodidntfall

Polar opposites @justasimps-blog

Q

• R •

Raw doggin @/truetogaia

Reflection @/cyberfreaky

• S •

Says beauty herself @/avatarbyamara

Scandal @/persefolli

Shallow end list @/ronwestbreeze

Smitten @/anangelwnodidntfall

Sneaking around with daddy @/persefolli

Songbird (dad!jake x daughter!reader) @/anangelwnodidntfall

Stressed Jake x reader @/truetogaia

Stress relief @/justasimps-blog

• T •

To you worlds away @/ronwestbreeze

The scientist @/avatarl0v3r

Thick skull @/ronwestbreeze

Thigh-riding @/cyberfreaky

Those chatoyant eyes @/truetogaia

Thought I lost you @/anangelwnodidntfall

Tits or ass? @/justasimps-blog

Trust your people @sunsents

• U •

Unsteady: (dad!jake x daughter!reader) @/anangelwnodidntfall

V

• W •

Weak saga: Runner up @/persefolli

We’re a team @/avatarbyamara

When he hisses at human fem reader @daydreamerbunny

Who am i to love you @/tojigasm

Worth it @/avatarbyamara

X

• Y •

You fuckin brat @ring-anon-official

Z

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✨ Kinky NSFW Alphabet ✨

I was tagged by @vixstarria — thanks so much for the tag! This was fun!

For Tali and Astarion:

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

Sometimes they lie around and laugh at silly things, sometimes they snuggle up (especially when it’s cold outside) and sometimes Tali sings to Astarion as he plays with his hair (or Astarion plays with T’s hair)

They almost always share a long bath where they soak, a toasty elf-soup of comfortable silence.

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

Tali’s hands are his own favorite part (aside from his whole entire face), and he also enjoys Astarion’s elegant hands. (And his ass, let’s be real… he’s playfully smacking that thing often)

C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum)

As long as it’s with Star isn’t doesn’t matter where (and like Vix said, clean it up and avoid the eyes (and hair))— Tali’s happy

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

Tali is pretty open about everything — but I guess as far as dirty little secrets go, ever since Tali met Astarion they thought about him (when masturbating) almost exclusively

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

Yes and no — it’s ah… complicated

When Tali met Astarion they hadn’t had sex in around 15 years. In a nutshell, T had a major issue with not wanting to get attached to anyone again (see my fic if you are interested to learn more hehehe) and refused any more than heavy petting in that time.

Before that Tali had a few partners (one for 28 years) so they were experienced — at least without their ring on (totally inexperienced when using their male bits tho lol)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Being a true romantic, literally any way that they can be face to face — stare into each others eyes, whisper sweet nothings… and kiss and kiss and kiss

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

Both! It just depends on their collective mood — sometimes it’s serious, all love and intense feeling — but theres always time for being playful and laughing in the bedroom if the situation presents

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

Tali’s fastidiously clean in the hygiene department, and as an elf they are completely hairless aside from their eyebrows and mane

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

Sappy as fuck, they will tell Astarion the sweetest things, tell him how perfect he is in every way, tell him that there’s no thing in any realm or world that could be more cherished than him etc. etc. ;>

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before Astarion this was the only way that Tali got off for a very long time — after their relationship was established it’s very rare, though. They are typically pretty horny for each other but when Astarion’s not feeling it Tali really isn’t either. If it goes long enough they will turn to their hand, though

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink! He loves to praise and loves to be praised. He also enjoys playing (pursue the bard), being chased and chasing until the winner takes all

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Tali prefers the woods (bc elf shit) or anywhere in their house (conjured abode or much later on their actual house) — but semi-public sex isn’t out of the question (T just doesn’t prefer getting caught — it’s just an interruption and annoyance lol) and typical PDA is perfectly acceptable.

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

Good lord, a lot of things. Something as simple as a little touch or kiss — (it’s not hard to get them hard) Astarion whispering what he wants to do to Tali, when Astarion pins them against their desk and relentlessly uses his hand on Tali (teasing)… breath upon his neck…etc etc. (reading smut — that’ll do it too lol)

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

Actually they wouldn’t do a lot of things. Tali is relatively vanilla and if Astarion hadn’t been a vampire they’d certainly never be into the biting/bloodletting (but that became a huge turn on only bc of Astarion)

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

Both — Tali is in love with pleasing and being pleased. (And they’re quite good at doing the pleasing as well.)

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

It all depends on T and Astarion’s mood — usually it’ll start slow and sensual and speed up as they chase their pleasure

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

Yes yes yes

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

T and Astation have a LONG time to experiment with each other and have discovered a few things that neither of them thought they’d like (but they do uwu) (body swapping is not something they do often but they’ve quite enjoyed those little forays when they’ve had the chance)

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

Depends on the body, but usually several rounds if they’re really in the mood — Tali’s stamina was awful when they first met Star — it became superb over time ;>

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

They have a few that they use on themselves and a few with each other ;> (ribbons and feathers and glass butt plugs… oh my!)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tali — is just a slight tease (enjoys being teased but is bratty about it ) which is good bc Astarion teases him excessively

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

Tali sings like the songbird that they are in the sheets — they feel so much and let it be known with pretty whimpers and needy sighs and desperate moans and shouting curses… as well as praising Astarion’s name ;>

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

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

Nothing out of the ordinary, well toned and lean — and as for bits, well, they’re just a typical snack-sized elf in either body

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

Pretty high after they meet Astarion (they kept it at bay for a good while before, though)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on the time of day, if it’s just before daybreak (or day — after a long night on the road etc) Tali is certain to crash in the bath or just after — and they more often sleep than trance. (& Luckily for both of them Tali isn’t a day person uwu)

Read more about my gremlins (so far only covering in game events) here!

(I’m late to this so there will probably be duplicates — I’m sorry!) but no-pressure tagging: @ollysoxisfree @potatowitch @astarioffsimpmain @pursuitseternal @charlenestrawart @explosivecoffee @mj-bites @sillyliterature and anyone who wants to do the thing!

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Kirinmaru NSFW Alphabet - MDNI!

It's been a long time since I did my Kokushibo NSFW Alphabet. Honestly, I've been feeling burnt out this past week and haven't finished the two spicy fics I've been working on, so I hope you enjoy this bit for Kirinmaru🐲

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) This man's sense of aftercare completely depends on his mood. Usually, he'd give 110% to make sure that you feel extra comfortable and give you the standard of princess treatment that he would hold to any future suitor for Rion. But, if Kirinmaru is in one of his grumpy moods, he can get lazy. He'd check up on you, but he wouldn't be making a spectacle of extra bonding moments out of it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Kirinmaru has a bromance with his pecs and abs. Why else would he slather them in baby oil right before taking a nap on his throne? On his partner, he likes nipples the best, and that extends to breasts if his s/o is a girl.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) His cum tastes like sea salt, like it's absorbed everything from the salt water his ship sits at, and it's very sticky. He loves to smear it on you and see your face as you lick it off of his fingers.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) One time, he and Toga got a little drunk and made a bet. Whoever lost their next sparring session would have to take it in the ass. Well, Kirinmaru lost, and yes, he took it and liked it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He is not as experienced as one would think he is. He knows what he's doing, but he's a little rusty. Kirinmaru doesn't do it with just anyone. He has more respect than that. He only has sex with people who he's attracted to and who are important to him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) The very vanilla missionary.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Kirinmaru tends to be serious, but that doesn't mean that he can't crack a joke and laugh, too.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Be prepared to see ... what you might expect based on his hair. There's a bush of curly, thick red hair down there. There's also plenty of scales at the base of his dick that are very sensitive.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Kirinmaru is a romantic man. He's read all sorts of stories from around the world and likes to try out differnet cultures' writings of romance with his partner. He also wants you to feel loved, valued, and safe while with him and will put in an effort that mirrors how much he cares about you. However, if he has too many worries on his mind, he will be more of the get down to business type.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) In his younger years, he tested how far he could make his cum fly off the deck of his ship. He also masturbates while reading quite often, especially if there's a character that strikes his sexual interest.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) He has a big nipple sucking kink. His scales are sensitive too, especially the ones down there. Lick them. On occasion, he likes to wear his mask while having sex and treats it as a sort of furry game.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) The Beast King has a reputation to protect, so all non-respectable deeds will be done in private behind locked doors.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Your smile turns him on. When you're happy around him, he gets filled with warmth and and endearing love for you that stimulates everything in his body. Sitting on his lap will get him going even more -- and you probably won't be able to stop him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) First and foremost, he wouldn't do anything that you don't want. Even if your biggest turn-off is his greatest kink, he would never ask to go in that direction. He also won't be intimate with his horns out, because if his broken one gets touched, it reminds him of his disfigurement and it turns him off.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He does both, but he prefers receiving. Something about his cock deep in your mouth and your lips rubbing against the scales he has down there sends him to a place that nothing else can.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Kirinmaru likes to start out slow so the two of you can get fully connected and be assured that this isn't just sex, this is bonding between him and his beloved. Once he gets going, he can get a little rough because for him, going fast and getting out of breath only adds to the pleasure.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He would only do a quickie if he was in a bad mood or had a lot on his mind and you were the one to initiate it. He wouldn't be able to give you his full attention, but he would do the best he can to not leave you needy and disappointed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He'd like to try out different positions, toys, and other methods to "play", but he wouldn't be risky regarding location ... unless he was drunk.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) As a demon, he can last for a long time and can go all night if he wanted to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) After losing his bet to Toga and having a whole new world opened up to his prostate, he does own a toy for anal. He can use it on himself, but it's a thousand times better if you use it on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Kirinmaru's level of teasing adapts to his partner's. If you tease him, he'll tease back and will match how fair or unfair you are.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Kirinmaru is a grunter and groaner. When he ejaculates, he has a tendency to moan quite loud, but he's relatively quiet and intimate during the act itself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Kirinmaru is cautious about his volume because of his sister and daughter living in the ship with him. When he and Toga had their anal experience, they made the mistake of doing it in the ship. Kirinmaru squealled and was so loud that Zero was able to hear him from her quarters and she came over to bang on the door and ask what was going on. Had the door not been locked, she would have busted it open.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) The manhood is of a medium-large length and girth. It's tanner than the rest of his skin and is covered with scales at its base. There's a purple marking of the same colour as the ones on Kirinmaru's cheek underneath its head.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) His sex drive is mostly repressed, but when he's with you, it comes out. He doesn't like to overdo it, though, because he feels that too much sex would make the experiences less special. In a lot of ways, he would much rather cuddle with a book and bowl of grapes together.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Oh, Kirinmaru ... We know this man loves to sleep. And he sleeps a lot. He'll yawn and force himself to stay awake to make sure you get all the aftercare you need, but while he's finishing up giving you some rubs on your thighs, he'd start to doze off.