#smol space husbands

[tinytinteeny]

spock n kirk and their privacy wall corner

[hellgirlfurrys]

Headcanon!bun Spock

Spock's species is fragile, and they hide in flowers to escape any predator.

but Sulu takes one that contains Spock and takes it to the ship, where he gives it to Jim, who begins to take care of the plant.

but he wonders why the plant hasn't come out of its bud form, and Spock begins to explore the hidden large ship.

but Jim finds him, showing another form of camouflage, showing a big bluish bonbon that looked like dandelion seeds

Jim does not show his aggression, giving him a little finger to take

Over time, Spock falls in love with Jim and begins to treat him as one of his kind.

they marry, and Spock begins work on the Enterprise, right alongside his beloved

Spock is cute but Jim’s ready to have his regular sized Vulcan back.

Click here for the full series of smol bun spock!

[cressidagrey]

frozen deep blue but you painted me golden

Summary:

Kora feels self conscious. Thankfully, her mate knows how to fix that. 

Warning:

This is literally pure smut people, so NSFW applies. Otherwise: Size kink ( Cassian is massive and she is smol), Use of Mirrors, Mirror Sex? Spanking, Magical Asthma (Is that a thing? I made it a thing.) 

(Beautiful dividers thanks to the lovely @tsunami-of-tears)

Kora stared at herself in the mirror.

Took in the white hair that fell to her waist in long waves…took in the straight eyebrows and the blue eyes that she had inherited from her mother…

She let her eyes track downwards…over the lacy nightgown she wore. Foam green…lacy straps that crisscrossed beneath her breasts…clinging to her curves.

Not that there was much in the way of curves it could cling to.

There had never been much.

Even that stupid nightgown… Kora had needed to have it hemmed and the straps taken in so that they didn’t keep slipping off her shoulders.

Kora could probably fault all that on her mother’s pregnancy complications. The same pregnancy complications that had resulted in her being born early. And the fact that most of the healers hadn’t truly believed that she was going to get older than a few days.

Jokes on them. Well, mostly.

She was…fine. If one ignored the weak lungs, the fact that she managed to catch every cold that went around, had never really reached the height of an adult and it was seemingly near impossible for her to put on any weight…but other than that she was fine. It could be worse at least.

Kora just wished…She just wished that maybe her breasts were a smidgen bigger than they were. That she looked more…womanly.

Instead, she looked… She looked like a porcelain doll. She had heard that more than once. Like something that should be put behind glass and not be touched, for fear of breaking it.

Whatever Kora did…she was definitely never going to manage to look sexy. That much was certain.

Kora pulled her eyes from the mirror and walked to the bed, scaling the height of it and curling herself together beneath the sheets.

She should stop thinking like that, she knew that. It wasn’t going to…give her anything. It was just going to make her feel horrible about herself.

Kora buried herself underneath the duvet, the lacy nightgown slipping further off her shoulder, exposing the white, slender skin underneath.

She knew that she was being silly and vain, but it had always niggled at her that she didn’t quite match the beauty standards of the Winter Court. Kora was petite, fragile, and delicate, and the word ‘sexy’ had never crossed anyone's mind whenever they thought or spoke of her.

She wasn’t strong and muscular…she wasn’t…She was none of these things. 

And so she stewed, in the weak light of the bedroom. She hadn’t bothered to shut off the faelights yet.

Kora knew her husband would come to bed and he would manage to stub a toe and curse under his breath and wake her up even when he tried to be quiet…Somehow he had the incredible ability to be unheard in battle and a bull in a china shop while trying to be quiet and not wake her.

Some things never changed. Even after 300 years.

So Kora closed her eyes, and snuggled deeper in the blankets…and just minutes later, one eye slipped open as she heard the door open, a smile stretching over her face.

There he was.

Her husband's hulking form filled the doorway, massive, membranous black wings held high and proud as he came into the bedroom they shared.

Even close to 300 years after they had first met, Kora still thought him to be the most handsome male she had ever laid eyes on.

Even after 300 years the sight of him still made her heart race. 

Cassian’s wings flared out from behind him, spanning the entire space of the door frame, casting a shadow across his tanned face. Even though the room was mostly dark, Kora could see every single muscle on his body tensing and shifting as he walked through the door. He was utterly magnificent.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, Princess?” Cassian greeted her and she smiled at him.

“Good evening, husband,” Kora gave back quietly, just as he moved to unsheathe his weapons, carefully placing them on their rack.

“Give me 5 minutes,” he requested and she hummed her agreement, watching the play of muscles underneath his skin as he pulled his shirt over his head, ferocious wings trembling and stretching behind him…

Kora’s throat dried as even more of his muscular form was exposed to her. It was a sight that, despite seeing it every night, never lost its effect on her. The scars on his body, the rippling muscles and tanned skin. She was transfixed.

It didn’t take her long for her gaze to linger below his waistline, where her eyes traced the V-lines that were visible above the top of his pants.

Cassian smirked, noticing her gaze, and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He didn’t miss the flush that crept over her cheeks as he removed his clothes.

“Are you ogling me, Princess?” he chuckled, his voice low and gravelly as he walked over to the bed where she was sitting.

So handsome. So beautiful.

She would never quite get over the fact that the mother thought it to be prudent to make them mates. Would never get over the privilege of sharing his life, his bed, his love. He was everything.

Cassian prowled onto the bed, his movements fluid and silent like a predator stalking its prey. He knelt over her, his wings spreading out behind him as if to wrap Kora in their embrace.

“5 minutes,” he repeated.

She swallowed and modded.

It didn’t take Cassian 5 minutes. It took him less than that.

He stepped out of the bathing chamber, skin still damp, the fanlight making it glow nearly golden…the dark warrior markings swirling over acres and acres of muscles.

Eager tonight, wasn’t she? She reflected drily, as he didn’t even bother with a stitch of clothing, the towel getting thrown over a chair as he prowled towards the bed.

Beautiful.

Beautiful and all hers.

She watched unashamedly, the muscular thighs, strong like tree trunks…the muscles that covered his stomach and chest… and the thick, half-hard cock between those thighs.

The sight of him, naked and still damp from the bath, made her shiver. He was magnificent, and he loved her. Somehow this beautiful, powerful, warrior had loved her, been mated with her, and taken her to bed.

He prowled across the room and climbed onto the bed, and Kora found herself leaning back, a strange sort of shyness falling across her. In all of its glory, his muscled body was all too beautiful and powerful, and next to him, her small and weak frame felt…inadequate.

And still, her body reacted with a rush of wetness between her thighs, before he had even laid a single finger on her. 

And then he did lay a finger on her. His hand reached out to her face, and she gasped as he gently cupped her cheek. She leaned into his touch, his skin still slightly damp, and she closed her eyes, revelling in the feeling of his calloused hand tracing her sharp jawline and the curve of her cheek. Then it was on her shoulder, his touch so gentle, and then her chest.

His fingers traced small, lazy circles on her collarbones, and Kora found herself arching her back into his touch, silently asking for more.

Cassian tipped up her chin with these strong and broad hands that could span her whole jaw if he wanted them to. He kissed her, a soft brush of his lips on hers and she moaned against him, her smaller hands squabbling against his shoulder.

“I missed you,” he said softly as he pulled back, catching one of her hands and pressing a kiss against every single fingertip. “How was your shopping trip? Were you successful?”

Her heart fluttered in her chest, and her back arched as Cassian’s lips traced the edge of her jaw and down to her neck.

“Tiring,” she muttered, tipping her head back to bare more of her neck, relishing as he left a trail of tiny kisses across her pale skin. “The shops were crowded, as usual.”

She hadn’t been successful in the slightest.

Seemingly every piece of clothing she had pulled in the shops hung off her…and maybe it also hadn’t helped to see that her friends…her family… Their bodies were strong. Healthy. Fitting in clothing off the rack and looking beautiful.

Her own body…it was none of these things.

It wasn’t fierce…or strong.

She was never going to be able to go head-to-head with Cassian in the sparring ring like Mor or Nesta or Feyre could.

Elain maybe didn’t want to, but she still could. If she wanted to learn, she could.  Elain could still take a hike without needing to ride on a reindeer because otherwise, Kora was probably going to faint.

It wasn’t like Cassian hadn’t tried to teach Kora.

Well, once. Once and no more, because it had ended with him fetching Madja, as she had struggled to breathe.

After that, she had been taught how to use a single knife to the best of her ability, which meant that the lesson was pretty much limited to Stick them with the pointy end, Princess.

She wished she could just… just for once… “Alas, no luck today,” Kora waved him off, leaning to press another kiss against his lips.

She could have this though. At least this.

She opened her mouth slightly in invitation, and that was all Kora needed to do. She gave him the opening and Cassian swooped in and made her forget anything else.

His tongue tangled with hers, a soft sigh escaping her as her hands fisted in his dark hair, and he plundered her mouth for everything she had to give.

Broad hands pulled her towards him, fisting into her nightgown… Kora shut off the faelights with a wave of her hand.  She couldn’t stand it today…couldn’t stand the look of his hazel eyes on her body.

In the dark, she couldn’t see him. Only the feeling of his hands, his mouth, his body as it pressed into hers.

His tongue explored every part of her mouth eagerly, and a wave of heat flushed over her as she felt his strong hands slide up the sides of her nightgown.

For once, there was a small, selfish part of Kora that she hoped that the lights were going to stay out. In the dark, there was no one to see every dip, crevice, and blemish on her body. Cassian wouldn’t see how lacking her body was in comparison to his own. He wouldn’t… 

“What’s wrong?”

Kora stilled, her eyes widened, and she silently cursed.

Cassian lifted his mouth from her neck and was looking down at her, searching for something in her eyes. He knew her far too well. It had been stupid of her not to realise that he would pick up on her suddenly shutting off the faelights when usually, she was the one… who liked to look her fill. 

“Nothing is wrong,” she told him, leaning forward to catch her mouth with her own, but he stopped her. 

“You turned off the lights,” Cassian returned, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders, keeping her still.

“Maybe I just wanted it to be dark,” Kora said quickly, hoping he would drop it.

She could see his silhouette in the shadows, the hard lines of his muscles. Cassian was quiet for a long moment and for a second she thought he was going to leave it…but he never did.

“You’re hiding from me,” he said, his voice flat but not unkind. “Why?”

She wasn’t hiding. It was just…It was…

“I look like a 12-year-old boy,” Kora suddenly blurted out. She didn’t look like…she wasn’t…

Cassian snorted, the faelights coming back on with a blink. He watched her, his eyes soft. 

“You definitely don’t,” Cassian gave back drily.  “For one, 12-year-old boys don’t have these,”  he said with a waggle of his eyebrows, his thumb tracing her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

Kora’s cheeks glowed red, and she gave a frustrated huff.

“That’s not what I meant!” she said, swatting his hand away from her. “You know exactly what I meant. I don’t have any…curves. For cauldron’s sake, I am smaller than even Amren!” she said weakly.

“You are. Itty Bitty,” Cassian agreed, a bright smile on his face. 

Kora bristled, pulling her nightgown tighter around her body. “You don’t have to say that you know. I am very well aware of my…deficiencies,” she said sourly.

“I have eyes,” he disagreed, his hand cupping her chin and tipping it up to look at him. “You are smaller than Amren. That’s a fact. But that doesn’t mean that you aren’t lovely. Your body is exquisite…perfect. As if it was sculpted by the Mother herself, meant for me.”

She didn’t believe him.

“Where did this even come from?” Cassian wondered, his brows furrowing. “You never cared before.” 

No, she didn’t. Normally at least. It was easy to not care when she had a mate who pretty much worshipped the ground she walked on, who was so enthusiastic in their lovemaking that she had never once doubted that he wanted her. 

“Mor, Nesta and  Feyre, even Elain…they can fight. Hold a sword,” Kora said weakly. “I need a ride a reindeer if I want to take as much as a hike.”

His lips came down to press against her temple in a gentle kiss.

“You are worth a thousand swords on the battlefield,” he said quietly, but she only gave a slight scoff. “You can hold my sword all you want,” he tried next and she glared at him.

“Don’t make it dirty,” she snapped at him, making Cassian laugh, before he grew serious. 

“So what if they can? Your skills simply lie somewhere else. I would make a horrible spymaster. And I don’t think that Az is coming for my job any time soon either,” Cassian gave back earnestly.

She rolled her eyes at that, and some of the tension in her shoulders eased, but Kora wasn’t going to be so distracted so easily.

“What would you know? You’ve never had to be a petite, delicate flower that men have to carry everywhere,” she retorted bitterly. “I just wish for once I was strong enough to carry you around,” Kora sighed.

He just snorted. “Ask Az about it,” he suggested drily. “I am sure he is more than willing to tell you how lugging around my heavy ass is not some grand romantic gesture.”

Kora’s imagination immediately conjured up the image of Azriel awkwardly attempting to carry Cassian’s huge frame through a forest like a limp noodle.

Despite her mood, she couldn’t help but give a huffed laugh.

 But it still didn’t fix the root of the problem. 

“I am useless,” Kora said weakly.  “That’s what I am, Cassian.”

Her mate looked at her like she had just sprouted a second head. 

“You are not useless,” Cassian disagreed sharply. “Where would we be if we didn’t have you? You keep Az from going mute all the way. Rhys and you have your long philosophical discussions and you are Mor’s favourite shopping partner…Your research skills are unmatched, and if we didn’t have you, we wouldn’t be a proper court at all. We would probably just be a ragtag band of misfits,” he teased her. “You bring some organisation and decoration to whatever you do, Princess. Even Amren likes you, sweetheart. You are not useless.” 

Fine. Fine, she would give him that. 

“I suppose…” she muttered into his chest. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m weak and sickly and…you deserve better.”

“Bullshit,” Cassian snorted.  “Are you warm enough?” He asked her.

“See? Even now you need to worry about me so I don’t get sick. If Nesta was your mate, you wouldn’t need to worry about that! You wouldn’t need to worry about her fainting!”

He chuckled as he pulled her back against his chest, wrapping one warm arm around her petite frame, drawing her against the heat of his body.

“I rather like tending to you,” he said smugly. “As much as I love her, I am rather relieved that Nesta is not the one in my bed…she’d likely stab me in my sleep,” he told her drily. “And the fact that you are ill doesn’t make you weak,” Cassian disagreed with her, pressing another kiss against her forehead. “That is nothing you can help, Princess, and it doesn’t make you weak or worth any less in my eyes. You are my mate and my wife and the love of my life. You gave me your love, Kora. You gave me a home. You took a bastard as your husband, even when you deserved an emperor,” he told her softly, his eyes warm. 

“I didn’t marry a bastard, I married the General of the Night Court,” she disagreed, tipping her head back to press a kiss against his chin. “I only ever wanted you.“ Kora admitted softly. 18 years old. One look. And it had been done. Him or nobody.

“You have me, Princess,” he told her, pulling her tighter against his body. “Every last piece of me. Always.”

His breath tickled her ear as he spoke, and his touch made heat flush over her skin, stirring something inside of her.

“There is nothing wrong with your body,” he told her softly. “You are beautiful.”

She shivered against him, the warmth of his body and the sweetness of his words sent a rush of affection through her.

“There wasn’t one thing in the shops that fit me today. Everything was too big or too long. Unless I went into the children’s section.” Kora muttered petulantly.

Cassian chuckled, his hand roaming over her body, sliding over her hip and the pale white skin of her stomach, and up to her chest.

“Children’s clothes would be a little too small, Princess.” He commented as he began to toy with the neckline of her nightgown, slowly pulling it down to expose more of her skin.

“Why don’t we go to your favourite seamstress tomorrow?” He suggested softly. “I think you could use a new dress. Or three.”

Kora shivered as his hand brushed the side of her breast, and she curled closer to his touch. “Perhaps,” she mumbled, distracted by the feeling of his strong body against her, and the feeling of his touch.

His other hand came up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, and his mouth returned to her neck, kissing the sensitive skin there. Kora shivered, her eyes fluttering shut as heat washed over her body.

“That still doesn’t fix the problem,” she mumbled.

“What problem?” he murmured against her skin, his tongue tracing the edge of her ear and finding the spot that made her shiver. Kora arched her back in response, a soft moan escaping her mouth. “That the store doesn’t carry your size?” Cassian asked her.

No. That wasn’t the problem. She was the problem.

“That I… don’t look…” she struggled to find the words.

His hands on her body stilled and then tightened.

“Be careful how you speak about my wife.”

Her breath hitched as he held her tighter, his body flush against hers and pressed into the softness of her own. Kora could feel the hard lines of his body against her back, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

She trembled.

“Is that why you wanted to hide? Why did you shut off the light?” Cassian asked her softly. “Because you don’t feel beautiful?”

The light had been a coward’s way of hiding, a pitiful attempt to spare Cassian from seeing her body and his eventual disappointment.

“Yes,” she muttered softly. Kora closed her eyes, but he gently tipped her chin up towards his own.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered her softly.

Hesitantly, she opened her eyes and was met with Cassian’s handsome face, his dark eyes watching her.

“Did you think I didn’t like seeing you naked?” he asked her gently. Cassian was always telling her that he wanted her, desired her, that he liked looking at her like that…but she never truly believed him.

“Not…entirely,” she admitted, shifting her eyes away from his gaze.

Suddenly he was moving.

“What are you doing?” Kora asked as her husband left the bed to cross the room and pick up that dreaded mirror. she had just been standing in front of.

He lifted it like it weighed nothing.

He carried it over to her side of the bed, putting it down carefully.

“Cassian…what are you doing?” she repeated, her voice shaky. He didn’t answer, as he joined her on the bed, kneeling behind her and arranging her body so that she had no other choice but to face herself in the mirror, forcing her to look at her own reflection. 

“I am going to show you how fucking beautiful you are,” Cassian told her simply.

She swallowed, trembling in the grasp of his big hands, as he slipped the sheets from her body. Heat flooded her face as he bared her body, leaving her with no other option but to look at the reflection of her and him in the mirror.

Kora knew she was tiny, small, and weak…and there it was, right in front of her. The huge muscular form of her husband wrapped himself around her dainty frame, his huge hands against the pale white skin of her body.

“We are going to play,” Cassian said softly.

Her breath hitched at his words, and she swallowed thickly. Play. 

They didn’t play each time they took their pleasure in the marriage bed…but if they did…if they did play…if they played and the only way to get Cassian to stop wasn’t the word stop but instead “Red”...It meant that she would end the evening strung out with pleasure and absolutely wrecked. 

“Yes,” she breathed and he chuckled.

“Good, Princess,“ he praised her. Cassian’s hand began to roam over her body, sliding over her hip and stomach, and then up to her chest.

Kora gasped and arched her back slightly, pressing back against the heat of his body, letting herself give in to his touch.

“The rule this time is really simple,” Cassian told her softly. “You stop watching and I’ll stop touching you,” he warned her, his voice warm and deep. “You’ll look at yourself…and you’ll see exactly what I see when I watch you.”

Her breathing was shaky and her heart rate had picked up in speed, beating a nervous beat in her chest.

“Alright,” Kora whispered, her eyes meeting his gaze in the reflection of the mirror. His eyes roamed over her form and then met hers once again, watching her with hunger.

His hands roamed over her body slowly, caressing her pale milky skin, feeling the softness and gentle curves of her body.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers tracing her hip. “So small… so delicate.”

That nightgown she wore was tucked over her head, leaving her utterly bare, his hands kneading her chest, callouses rubbing against rosy nipples and delicate skin.

“Look at yourself,” Cassian cooed. “You don’t look like a 12-year-old boy. I love every freckle on your face. Like constellations in the night sky.”

She shivered at his touch, his deep voice in her ear and the feel of his chest against her bare back. Cassian’s hot breath against the sensitive skin of her neck was driving her crazy.

His hand was roaming over her chest, massaging the sensitive flesh, while the other rested on her stomach, keeping her close to him.

“I hate those freckles,” she mumbled stubbornly.

And still, she couldn’t help but watch as her nipples pebbled against his touch, her breasts growing heavy and warm as arousal grew low in her belly.

“I love those freckles,” he countered, and to prove his point he leaned down and captured her shoulder between his teeth, gently nibbling the sensitive skin there.

Kora let out a soft gasp, arching her body up into his touch and leaning back against his chest.

She watched as he marked her skin, her gaze meeting his in the mirror as his tongue caressed the pale skin of her shoulder, leaving a red bruise there.

“And I love the colour of your eyes. Blue like the sky on a winter's day,” Cassian continued.

Her face flushed at his praise, and she fidgeted slightly, but his hand on her hip kept her from moving away.

He nuzzled into her hair, breathing deeply, taking in her scent.

“And your hair…so soft, and silky.” He continued. "I love grabbing it." He tugged at it as if to prove his point. He twisted her body, just enough to fold his hulking form over hers…just enough to…to suck one pebbled nipple into his mouth.

Kora shivered against him, her head falling back against his shoulder in an arch, the feeling of his mouth against her breast making heat pool low in her stomach. She couldn’t help but let out a gasp at the sensation.

Her eyes closed.

He stopped.

He bit her earlobe, “I said, don’t look away, Princess.” His voice was a rough growl, full of desire and warning. A shiver ran through her body at his words, and she quickly looked up once more at the mirror. His form completely enveloped hers, making her look even smaller in comparison.

“That’s better,” he breathed against her ear, his tongue tracing the outer shell. “Now, what was I saying? Oh right…your beautiful body.”

”I love your breasts. They are beautiful. They may be small but doesn’t keep them from being oh-so sensitive, does it?” He told her, nearly conversationally…and then he caught one between thumb and forefinger…a pinch, a tug… she squeaked at the shot of pure arousal. Her hips bucked and she bit her lip, trying to restrain herself. She was sensitive everywhere… especially there.

“Yes,” she gasped as he repeated the motion, a flush painting itself across her face.

“Gods…so sweet,” he murmured against her ear as his hands continued to tease and play with her. “Every inch of you is perfect.”

He let off her breasts but she should have known that that was only the beginning.

“I love your waist because I can simply do this,“ Cassian said softly, wrapping both hands over her waist and spanning it completely.

Her eyes fluttered shut once again as he wrapped his big hands around her waist, his touch warm on her skin. She felt the heat of his body against her back, almost completely enveloping her. He nipped her ear, “I said look. Watch yourself as I touch you.”

Kora shivered, her eyes opening to stare at their reflection.  Her skin looked pale white against his golden tan, and suddenly the size difference between them was painfully obvious. He looked so big and strong, completely dwarfing her small frame in his arms as his hands roamed over her skin. Cassian let go of her waist, keeping one massive arm banded around her, making it impossible for her to move away, as he reached between her thighs, chuckling softly.

“You are drenched for me, Princess,” Cassian cooed. Kora couldn’t help but let out a shuddering gasp as his fingers found the warm flesh of her thighs. He was right… she could feel it as he reached slowly towards her core.

“Yes,” Kora breathed.

He spread her open and she blushed scarlet at the lewd visual. But that was nothing against his voice: “ I love your cunt. I love every pretty pink part of you I get to press my fingers, my tongue, my cock into.”

She shuddered at his words and the filthy image they conjured in her mind, and she desperately wanted to look away from the mirror as her face grew hotter, but his arm kept her pinned against him. She was completely at his mercy.

“Cassian…” Kora breathed.

The arm around her waist tightened, pulling her more firmly against him.

“No shutting your eyes,” he warned her, his voice thick.

And then… then one finger grazed upwards and she nearly flinched in his arms much to his amusement. “And I love your clit. Because I only need to do this…” he whispered, circling that little nub at the apex of her thighs, the feeling immediate. She keened.  “I love this one noise that you make…this one. “

Kora arched her body as his finger began to pleasure her, and a moan escaped her lips. She was sensitive, and every touch sent sparks up her spine, making her gasp and squirm against him.

“Cassian…please…”

“Eyes open, Princess. Or I’ll stop,” he warned her, pulling back slightly and she made a noise in protest. Her eyes snapped open again, and the image in the mirror caused a fresh wave of heat to wash over her body.

His big form towered over her small body, pinning her completely and making her look smaller than she already was.

“And your little cunt doesn’t want me to stop, does it?” Another gush of wetness between her thighs. 

“No…please…don’t stop….” She panted. “Please…Please…” She didn’t know what she begged for. For him to keep touching her, or to take her right here. Both sounded good at the moment.

He chuckled, nipping her ear and then the soft skin of her neck.

“So polite for me, Princess,” he whispered, his voice low. “I like this version of you. Begging for me…”

Kora choked back a moan and he nipped her neck in retaliation.

“Don’t you dare,” Cassian threatened her sharply.“I want to hear you. I earned every fucking moan,” he told her fiercely.

Kora choked on another moan that wanted to escape…his reaction was immediate. A sharp, stinging slap right against the soft flesh of her thighs. Her cunt gushed with wetness. Her gasp of pain turned into a gasp of pleasure. Pain shot up her thigh and right into the core of her body.

“I thought I told you I wanted to be to hear you moan, Princess,” he reminded her darkly.

Her gasp of pain turned into a gasp of pleasure. Pain shot up her thigh and right into the core of her body.

“I thought I told you I wanted to be to hear you moan, Princess,” he reminded her dark.“Next time, I’ll do that to your poor cunt,” he warned her, and she gasped wide eyed, staring at him the mirror. He was watching her with a look of pure male satisfaction. “

Her breath caught in her throat at his threat.

He hadn’t done it before, at least not with that much force…and Kora couldn’t help the way his harsh words made a little shiver run down her spine.

“Y-you wouldn’t,” she said, her voice slightly shaky.

He raised an eyebrow at her, a hint of a smirk on his lips, “Are you testing me, Princess? Because I’ll do it.”

She was shivering with…soemthing, a blush staining her cheeks as she bit her lips. 

She trusted Cassian with anything. Trusted him never to lay a hand on her in anger. But the thought of him…

Cassian chuckled, the sound warm and still a little bit mean. “You want me to, don’t you, Princess?” he teased her. She swallowed. “Be a good girl and you’ll get whatever you want,” he promised her.”

A rush of excitement ran through her at this, and it was hard not to shiver. She could be good for him, she could.

Cassian’s fingers teased the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, and a moan escaped her. 

His hand went back to her clit and she pushed her ass back against him, feeling his hard and heavy cock…he chuckled as she rubbed herself against him like a cat in heat. He shifted them slightly, fitting her cock against her, but not pressing into her.

“Get me wet, Princess,” he said softly. “Come all over me. Watch yourself.”

And she did.

She watched that expression on her face, the open mouth, the messy hair…watched her gushing cunt and his massive cock pressed against her, teasing her…she wanted him inside her.

She panted and writhed against him, rubbing against him like she needed to rub against his body. He was so big and hard, and she wanted him.

She chased her first climax… she tried to touch herself but he didn’t let her with a laugh, just letting her rub against his cock and played with her breasts, even as she grew frustrated. Kora growled in annoyance, and that was what he seemed to have been waiting for her.

One single sharp stinging slap, right on her lewdly stretched cunt. Her clit just so peaking out from its hood…and she convulsed.

Kora let out a strangled cry and her whole body went rigid as pain bloomed and pleasure washed over her, leaving her dizzy and breathless. The pain was immediate and stinging, but the pleasure…It was hard to breathe, and the waves of ecstasy made black spots dance around the edges of her vision.

It wasn’t the first time that he got rough with her. But it was rare that he got this rough with her…that he was willing to let her feel more than just the edge of pain and pleasure.

And Cassian was enjoying this, she could tell. His body was warm and tense, and she could hear his uneven breathing in her ear.

Kora slumped against him, her breathing coming in sharp gasps, trembling like a rag doll.

But Cassian wasn’t done with her at all.

“Every fucking inch of your body is gorgeous. And I’ll spend the rest of your life telling you that.” he whispered.

Her hips weakly twitched, the blunt head of his cock catching onto her entrance. She let out a low gasp when she felt him press against her entrance.

“Please…” she said softly. “Please….”

She couldn’t find the words for what she needed, but her body was already responding to his touch.

“Yes, Princess?” His voice was soft against her ear, and he nipped gently at her neck, “What is it? What do you want?”

She tried to push herself back onto him, but his hands were firm as they held her hips in place.

“Please…I need you,” she panted.

“Need me where, Princess?” He teased, his hands roaming over her hips and thighs. “Where exactly do you need me?”His words sent a wave of heat through her body, and she whimpered.

“You know where,” she said, but there was enough pout in her voice to convey the begging she didn’t want to admit to. He chuckled, his hands still roaming over her body.

“I have a few ideas,” he answered as his mouth moved to the sensitive skin of her shoulder. “But I want to hear you say it.”

Kora groaned.  “I need you…inside of me…please, Cassian,” The words slipped out before she could stop them, and she flushed furiously.

“Oh, do you? You are being so polite, Princess,“ he teased her. “Of course, you get what you ask for.“

And he pushed inside her, with one blunt thrust, her body needing to yield

“Oh, gods,” Kora choked out. It hurt, in a way that was sheer pleasure, the stretch of her body accommodating his size. Her hips ached, her cunt flexed against his cock.

She whimpered as he entered her, his big body pushing against her.

Her body was spread wide to accommodate him, and she shivered at the sensation. 

“Is this what you wanted, Princess?” He asked, his voice low and rough.

Kora took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded. “Yes,” she panted, “Please…keep going.”

He pulled back slightly, then rocked forward, and Kora heard a breathy moan slip past her lips and into the air. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her back, “What was that?” He asked, rocking his hips against hers.

She whimpered, staring at herself in the mirror.

Her cheeks were a rosy colour and her lips were parted slightly, but her eyes were wide and glassy and…all she could see was thick, massive cock that was spearing her, slick and shiny with her wetness. 

“C-Cassian…” she panted, her legs were weak, and she was completely supported by him, but his hands gripped her hips tightly.

One large, calloused hand braced against her stomach, spanning the space between her hipbones. And then…then he pressed down lightly.

“Oh gods,” Kora choked out. She could feel him. She could feel him.

Kora was pinned right there, pinned in place between his cock and his hand, pinned and impaled from the inside and outside and…

She gasped when she felt his hand against her abdomen. The sudden pressure from the outside made her feel even more full if that was possible.

“See?” Cassian rumbled. “Look down, Princess,” he coaxed her and she did. Kora could see her belly bulge out where he rested within her. She couldn’t help the shudder that worked its way through her body at that realisation. 

“Such a good girl, Princess. You are taking me so well,” he cooed.  It was hard to speak as the pressure built and his words washed over her, but she whined softly in answer.

Every movement he made caused a new wave of sensations that travelled up her spine and made her see stars.

Kora’s head fell back against his shoulder, exposing her neck. Cassian didn’t miss the opportunity, immediately licking and nipping the sensitive skin.

“You like this, Princess?” He asked, still not moving much and simply rocking his hips slightly, just enough to send a jolt through her body.

Kora trembled, all she could do was whimper softly in response. She could barely form coherent thoughts and was struggling to keep her eyes open. He groaned a low, guttural sound that reverberated through her body, and she whimpered.

“Tell me,” he murmured, and the sound of his voice against her skin made her whimper again. “Tell me how much you like it, Princess.”

She bit her lip, her breath hitching slightly at his words, and then she swallowed.

“I love it,” she whispered, and her voice broke slightly “Please…”

He took her hand, calloused fingers wrapped around soft, manicured ones, placing it against her belly, right there where he had just pressed down.

She could feel him. Could feel the hard length of him underneath her skin and she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her.

„Feel,” he demanded his voice as clipped as every other he had ever given. “Feel me fucking you, Princess.” His words sent a jolt through her, and she gasped. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and her head lolled back against his shoulder.

“Cassian…feels…so good… “ she panted. Her thoughts were fuzzy, and she couldn’t focus on anything but the sensations that his body was causing to race through hers. “So full…I’m so full…” she whimpered, pressing her hand against her abdomen.

His laugh was low and dark, a contrast to her gasps,

“That is right, Princess. You are full, absolutely stuffed full with me,” he said and ground his hips against hers to emphasize his point, and Kora moaned, a soft shudder running down her spine.

Everything felt hot and hazy, and Kora’s mind was spinning. She felt like she could barely breathe. “Please…” she whispered, her voice ragged. "Please, I can…"

“Watch,” his mate insisted.

She did. Her eyes caressed over his hulking form wrapped around her…over her arched spine, her heaving breast…her cunt, allegedly spread and dripping. Over his cock, that disappeared inside her…

Her cheeks flushed and her breath hitched at the sight. She was barely even aware of the sounds that came from her mouth, high keening, gasps, small whimpers as sparks of pleasure shot through. Kora pressed her hand against the bulge in her abdomen, feeling him recede and fill her to the brim…, her moans growing more frantic as his pace increased.

“Oh gods…oh gods…” she panted. She couldn’t keep her eyes open as she shivered in his arms, her breathing growing erratic, as were his thrusts. “C-Cassian” she whimpered, “I…I can’t…I’m going to…”

“Watch!” He snapped.

And somehow she did. Kora watched.

Her whole body arched, and tensed, and then she fell apart. Kora felt like she was on fire as the waves of pleasure hit her like a tidal wave. She moaned as she lost herself, and everything was white hot for several moments. And she watched. Watched the shudders work over her body…watched the expression of utter rapture in her face…the way her body clenched down onto the cock pistoning in and out of her…

Her vision blurred, and she clenched around him. Her breath caught in her throat with a moan as she shook, and her legs gave out suddenly as her climax hit her. Her hips rocked against him desperately, each movement sending a new shiver through her body. She trembled as the last waves ebbed away, her head falling back against him.

“O-oh…Cassian…gods…I…” She could hardly speak, her vision was hazy and her mind wasn’t working properly. She panted desperately, trying to catch her breath. He hadn’t stopped moving his hips, although his pace was slower now and deeper.

The new sensations made her gasp, and for a moment she tensed up again.

“I…I can’t…it’s too…” she stammered, trying to get away, but he pinned her in place, holding her right there, like a vessel of his pleasure to be filled as he continued to fuck her, slamming his hips agaist hers. 

“You can, Princess,” he said, his voice still low and rough with lust. “You can take it…and you will.”

Kora whimpered, “No…I…I…oh…please…please please please…”

She didn’t even know what she was asking for, but her hips still rocked against his, the pleasure sparking across her skin.

His hand pressed against her stomach again, and Kora shivered at the feeling. She moaned, and his thrusts grew faster once again. His pace was relentless now, and Kora whined, arching her back.

She let out a breathy moan, and her eyelids fluttered. Her body was tense, but so full of pleasure that she couldn’t think straight. “C-Cassian…I can’t…too…too much…I…”

She could hardly form sentences.

He groaned softly, and his hips moved even faster. Kora was nearly sobbing with sensations, her hips twitching against his and her body tensing again.

Her orgasm crashed into her, the mix of pleasure and pain resulting in a hoarse cry. Too much. too much…

Her body shook, moans and whimpers escaped her gasping lips, and she went boneless in his arms, unable to do anything but quiver and moan, barely even noticing when he slammed into her one final time with a guttural growl. 

Cassian came with a roar, his body stiffening behind hers as his hips jerked into hers. He slumped against her, and Kora felt his laboured breathing against her neck. Her breath was still coming in sharp gasps, and she had no thoughts left to form. She just kneeled there, trembling, as her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Cassian pressed a soft kiss behind her ear, and she heard him whisper something, but she couldn’t catch it. The words sounded jumbled, her blood rushing in her ears…her breathing came in sharp gasps, hurting in her chest like it always did when she had physically exerted herself too much. 

A sharp cough left her throat and Cassian moved immediately.

Her mind was still to sluggish, her body trembling, that she couldn’t protest, even if she wanted to. He laid her on her side, and just a moment later, he had fitted the nebuliser over her nose and mouth. A trinket from dawn filled with medication that would ease the worst of her coughs and make it easier for her to breath. It hummed to life with push of his magic. 

Tears shot in her eyes as she weakly tried to bat him away, but Cassian held firm, keeping it in place with one hand and bracketing her trembling body with his own, holding her in place. 

“No, Princess,” Cassian said firmly. She knew arguing would be fruitless, but she still tried. Still reach up and grasped his wrist, as the mist entered her nose and mouth, trying to get him to stop. 

Cassian only pressed a kiss against her temple, covering them with the thick goose feather stuffed duvet that they only had because Kora was always cold. “No,” he repeated calmly. “Your lungs are roiling. Just breathe, Princess,” he told her and she tried to shift her head to glare at him, her body still trembling. 

“Don’t give me that luck,” Cassian said with a snort. “You were worse to me when I got my wings injured. Don’t think I don’t remember your very creative threats,” he pointed out drily. “I am willing to fuck you until you can’t breath, but not at the cost of your health,”  Cassian said quietly as he held her tighter. “And I hope this has cleared up how utterly beautiful your body is.” Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she pressed closer to him, not wanting to think about how much of a hassle she was.  Kora tried to stifle another cough, but the nebuliser left her throat feeling dry and it came out anyway, sending a shudder through her body.

She pressed his wrist again, and he let up, letting her talk. 

“I…I’m sorry,” she whispered meekly, but even the short sentences made her breath catch in her chest. Immediately, the nebuliser was replaced against her mouth.   

“Hush, princess,” he said, his voice was low and comforting. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You are beautiful and perfect, and I will not allow you to say anything less.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Kora’s mouth, despite her discomfort. His words may be corny, but she couldn’t deny that they made her feel better.

She nestled against him, closing her eyes as she tried to focus on her breathing. It was still ragged, but not quite as bad as before.

Cassian’s hands moved gently through her hair, the steady motion was soothing and, combined with the nebuliser, and she started to feel a little better.

“Do you believe me now?” Cassian wondered softly, pushing her hair from her face. “For me, you are the most beautiful creature in all of fucking Prythian.”

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic Recs 68

I am back from my travels and I come bearing fic recs :)

Also, today is the LAST DAY to get your prompts in for Superbat Week 2024! Here is a link to the prompt submission form:

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Now onto the fics!

Bells will ring, the sun will shine by Anonymous - Superbat, complete. Kryptonians survive and make it to Earth! There are some people (*cough cough* Amanda Waller *cough cough*) who think the Kryptonians are up to no good and ask Bruce Wayne to go check it out and meet up with one of them to gather intel. In Las Vegas. Anyway, they both end up drunk and some how married :) Shenanigans ensue.

third act twist by pomeloquat @pomeloquat - Ghostbat, Superbat, complete. A fascinating look at Bruce's past relationship with Khoa and future relationship with Clark.

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 @ktkat99 - Superbat, Batfam, wip. More mer Bruce! Clark is out of the hospital, hooray!!

carry me when you go forth by Anonymous - Superbat, complete. This author's note says it all: "boss makes a dollar i make a dime that's why i write superbat macro/micro pwp on company time" There is also some lovely art that @januariat created based off this fic and another fic on this list (Exponential).

I Proti Fora by Spartypants @sparkypantaloons - Batfam, complete. Jason and Bruce go on a lovely vacation to Greece :)

The Antithesis Of Magic by Ghxst_Bird @ghost-bxrd - Batfam, wip. An update to Redhood Jason adopts a child Bruce from another dimension. Lorge gremlin man taking care of smol gremlin child, I love it :D

Love and Hope Endures by littlechinesedoll @brucietales- Superbat, complete. This fic has everything that I love! It's omegaverse! It's mpreg! It's set in medieval times! It has mystery! It has the King (Clark) falling in love with a commoner (Bruce). I love it so much 💖

Little J by LilLayneeLoo - Superbat, complete. Another mpreg fic :) A very pregnant Bruce thinks he can have his child by himself, no problem. Shenanigans ensue.

The Valley of the Shadow by FabulaRasa - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets terminally sick. Clark is there to help.

guilt is a useless emotion by TheResurrectionist @frownyalfred - Batman, complete. Fic based off this post. Bruce and Hal continue their argument into the showers. Clark endures.

Don't touch my weird brother by Speechless_since_1998 @mylifeisfruk4ever - Batfam, complete. An excellent sibling fic. The only one allowed to pick on Tim is his brother, Jason. Fuck those other guys.

dead man's party by TheResurrectionist - Batfam, wip. More of the Jason sees ghosts fic!

Exponential by unbreakabledawn @unbreakabledawn - Superbat, complete. The other superbat micro/macro fic I referenced above :)

Mission: seducing Superman by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat, wip. More of Battinson trying (and succeeding! somehow) to seduce Superman. So many shenanigans happening!

The Only Son of Themyscira by mitzvahmelting @mitzvahmelting - Superbat, complete. Clark goes to train with the Amazons after he comes back to life. Bruce deals with his emotions the best way he knows how (ignoring them).

eye in the sky by TheResurrectionist - Superbat (kinda), Batfam, wip. An update to the fic where Bruce is a prisoner of the Regime and trains other metas! Duke has finally met Clark and is not creeped out by him at all :)

Everything Will Be Just Fine by lonelynpc @lonelynpc - Batfam, wip. Goth dad Battinson being the best Goth dad he can beeeeeeee!!!!!!

willing the door open with your need by sunsh4ne - Bruce x2 (!!!!), complete. Omegaverse! Omega Batfleck somehow gets in the same universe of Alpha Battinson. Sexy times ensue :))))))))))

Exobiological Toxicology by Briarwitched - Clark & Conner, complete. After a successful mission, the League goes to an alien bar to celebrate. Clark and Conner experience the joys of being drunk for the first times in their lives. Shenanigans and family bonding ensues.

Super...Baby? by LilLayneeLoo - Superbat, complete. More mpreg fic! All of sudden, Bruce is developing the same powers as Clark. I wonder why...

prelude by TheResurrectionist - Lex Luthor, wip. Dan the Alpha my beloved. Part of the a room full of coral series. Lex goes into heat and runs into an Alpha on the property line of Lake House :)))))))

Happy reading!

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Monday Lovely fandom. Not a ton in these episodes for them. Gonna combine these two. Thank you for idea D ❤️ These are my least fav of the season. Not gonna lie whenever I reach the Simone eps in a rewatch I skip around her stuff LOL Never resonated with me. So it’s funny the first ep is called Simone and I won’t really be covering her much at all. Probably be a shorter one with some crumbs. Let’s get going though shall we?

4x19 Simone/4x20 Enervo

We start off with an actual bang. John and Lucy respond to a suspicious activity call. It's near a power station in Griffith Park. They find a bomb and get out just in time but not before they’re thrown to the ground by the blast. They get thrown pretty damn far and are fairly banged up. It's insane how much damage they took even clearing the building.

Tim shows up to the scene and does a worried husband look I love. Checking in on her by doing a once over once he makes it to them. Does a silent check in as he reports it’ll take 12 hours to fix the damaged power station. The silent check in is everything. Once again it’s the little things I cherish especially in low content episodes. It's subtle but noticeable once you know it's there. Trying to contain his concern with her all banged up. It’s ok love your wifey is fine hehe

I love these two shots for quite a few reasons. One you know I love the tall/smol shots. I wish I could put into words why I love it so very much. It’s just aesthetically pleasing is one of the reasons I suppose. All I know is I’m a sucker for it. Second how in-sync they are in their movements and how they mirror one another in the second one.

Third the lack of personal space. Especially in that first gif. Theme of this season I adore so much. Always that gravitational pull of theirs. Lastly look at them. They’re gorgeous just standing next to one another. Also it is unfair Lucy is covered in dirt and soot and looks amazing still. Not fair haha

Oh right there’s a SL too LOL Not me just gawking at them haha The feds show up because this is a terrorist attack. They ask Nolan and Lucy about what they remember about the bomb. Nolan of course is no help. Smh Lucy is able to describe little better for them. FBI says they’re taking over from here. Grey fights it since John and Lucy were almost killed discovering the bomb. Garza concedes and they’re able to work together on this one.

We rejoin our ship headed towards National Guard Armory. They’ve deduced this guys real target was this. Reason he shut down the power was to gain access inside there. They’re en-route to catch him. They find out he’s already on the move and they’ve gotta catch him. Which leads us to this car chase. First off let’s note Lucy getting to drive in this intense moment. It is more common these days for them. I just love seeing Tim trust her so implicitly nowadays. That this is new normal for them. *heart clutch*

Control freak in him has eased up quite a bit with her at least. Maybe not with anyone else LOL Once again it's the little things to love. The spurts of growth. They make me happy. Anyways dude stole a friggin Humvee so taking him down will not be easy. Nolan says they need to stop this guy. No shit John...What do you think the purpose of this chase is? To have fun at a high speeds in a shop for kicks?

Sometimes the words out of his mouth floor me..and not in a good way. Tim is using his military experience in this moment. (Yum) Explains why that’s not going to be easy. He’s basically encased himself in a mini tank. Their usual pit maneuver isn’t going to work on this guy. Nolan offering up another solution. I adore the silent communication and the look. That automatic instinct to check in with each other. I'll never be over it. I love watching them in the field so very much. Just a well oiled machine. Tim is considering Nolan’s suggestion then checking in with wifey before executing it. Love it.

Tim explains their plan to Nolan while Lucy listens in. Tim advices they both hit the doors. Tells them it has to be at the same time though. To avoid the wheels at all costs. Lucy needing to know the why of course. Asks why they can’t hit the tires? Tim explains they’ll die and be a cautionary tale for future rookies LOL Gotta love Lucy questioning why they can't in the middle of a high speed chase. I'm sure she wasn't expecting that to be his answer ha.

Her comment about her mom cracks me up. Anything to prove to her mother she’s wrong and she is right about being a cop. Her first thought not being she’ll die. No it’ll be about her mother being right about her career choice. Lmao Oh Lucy Chen I love you. Also I relate to this train of thought all too well sadly. I do love her saying they’ll be disgraced together. Be more married please.

Tim doesn’t even fight her on this thought. Lucy basically saying if I’m going down you’re coming with. Tim isn’t fighting her at all. His silence is saying lead the way. They’re in this together and I love that so very much. Being a literal ride or die right now in this moment.

I love me some crumbs in a low content ep. Also only they could banter during a high pressure situation and still get the job done. I love them so much. They are successful but find out the driver isn’t their guy but a decoy. Wah Wah.

They regroup at the station after their chase. Nolan asking Lucy if she got any sleep? She then calls out Tim for getting some. Not only does she call him out but nicknames him 'Sleeping beauty.' Looking directly at him the entire time. Making sure he know she is talking about him and only him. All aboard the flirt train Nolan is an unwilling participant in the matter haha

Such blatant flirty flirts. Tim fires back a sassy reply to her jab. Just openly flirting and doing heart eyes out in the open. Ain’t no thang this season lol Shoots back not to be jealous he was allowed to sleep and she hasn’t. Lucy’s reaction is the best. That fond exasperation they’ve had all season long. So used to her husband antics at this point but has to let him know she’s annoyed at him. Damnit I love them sfm.

They end up finding his base of operations. Lucy of course breaking the case. Cause she’s brilliant finds a word he’s written down by doing an etching off a wall he used. ‘Enervo’ Garza telling them it means 'To deprive of power.' John asks Tim what the military’s first target is? I love watching Tim flex his military background again. It’s sexy af. Seriously gets me hot and bothered *fans self* Tim and Lucy cracking this case right open. You’re welcome everyone haha That’s it for this one. Low content one since it was meant to launch rookie feds. Next one has even less so this is why we’re combining them.

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Side notes-Non Chenford

I do love when Nyla and Angela work together. Two bad ass woman just doing their jobs like confident BAMFS.

4x20 Enervo.

We find out he’s rented U-Haul’s and it’s going to take out the biggest roads with them. Crippling the city and killing thousands. They can't get a warrant right away to track them so everyone is in on the hunt. As always I love watching them in action in the field. That second gif their cop eyes have been activated. You can see them combing the street together. They’re so in-sync as they search the streets for one of the five U-Haul’s. I could go on and on about how much I love their work dynamic I really could. But I'll stop there ha

The trucks are divided up into states. Cause well that’s U-haul haha if you’ve ever driven one you’d know. Always got graphics or other states on them. One has already exploded unfortunately so they're down to 4 trucks that need to be found. Lucy and Tim spot ‘Florida’ and are in pursuit of it. I love how calm they look. They’re chasing down a bomb and look determined af. Like I said before well oiled machine. The gifs above represent that. They are poetry in motion in the field. What made 5x22 battle scene so epic. Was that on steroids ha

That’s kinda it for them in this one. I can add this last lovely gif of them in the field. Seeing how they move in motion together. It is impressive to see how in-sync they always are. Shared brain thing I love so much. I’m sorry there isn’t more. I mean it’s not my fault but I’m still sorry LOL

We shouldn’t hit this again. Even the light one in S5 is really good and would fill a review well so this will be the last scant ep for them. Probably won’t combine them again ha

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Side notes-non chenford

Smitty reporting in he got ‘Utah’ Grey being ecstatic and saying he took back every negative thing ever said about him. Poor Smitty is all sad ‘You’ve said negative things about me?’ LMAO

Thank you as always for those who like, comment and reblog these reviews. You’re all amazing and I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know. Shall see you all in 4x21 :)

[onskepa]

How about law'si and neteyam? One day he lays on top of her and she cries her heart out and he's like: fuck, i forgot ur smol

Thank you!

ngl, I forgot I wrote that one. Went back to re-read it. But now I have a good idea for it! Hope you and everyone like it!

Law'si

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Law'si: Same face, new changes.

A new day has begun for the metkayina people. As soon as the sun peaks its rays, people are out of their homes to start on their duties. After the battle against the humans, the na’vi were still healing, but everyone has moved on from the nightmare. They look on the brighter side of life rather than staying in the dark. 

And who could hold a better example than neteyam. After learning of the truth of his mate, there were many things to adjust but life has been the same. Almost as if her “death” never happened. 

Except, when he sees his mate’s true face he is reminded of reality. Neteyam loves his mate, his precious law’si, and is forever grateful. He sees it as a second chance in life, a life with her. And he be damn to lose this second chance.  

“Neteyam….?” law’si muttered, yawning a bit, waking up from her sleep. Neteyam snoozes on top of her, she sighs. She missed this, being cuddled and protected by neteyam even when they are asleep. But now, its different since she is back to her human body, body mass have now been an issue. 

“Neteyam please move a bit, I cant move a lot” Law’si squeaks meekly. Gently trying to push herself away from her husband. Forgot he can be a heavy sleeper at times. So slowly, gently, she moves her hips and drags herself just a bit away from Neteyam's heavy body. Things were so much easier when she had her avatar. 

Once she was fully out of neteyam’s body trap, she took a sigh of relief and began to make breakfast. It is still early so a nice fish grill will fill his stomach and heart. Humming to herself she begins to cook. 

Neteyam wakes up to the smell of something delicious. Opening his eyes, rubbing the sleep away, in the middle of his home was his cute mate. Humming to a familiar tune as she cooks. He doesn't make a lot of sound to tell her he is awake. Sitting in a cross legged position, neteyam watches her. Taking in all that she is. 

It has been weeks, but neteyam is still getting used to how small law’si is. Overall everything. From her body, her beautiful face, her height, everything. She is lighter than anything. Smaller than his baby sister. And the more he realizes how easily vulnerable law’si is to the world, the more he wants to protect her. From the world, and himself. 

Yes himself because he forgets at times just how damn short his mate is. 

Carefully, neteyam wraps his arms around law’si, she gasped a bit, feeling startled by the sudden hold. Looking up, law’si see's neteyams lazy smile. Letting a fit of giggles escape her lips, she gently strokes his cheek with her small hand. 

“Slept well?” She asks, her smile radiant as ever. 

“Mhm” Was neteyam's response as he buried his face at the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Still holding her close but giving her enough space to stir the pot. This is something that hasn't changed, their morning routine. A piece of heaven in the form of comfortable silence. 

“Come on, eat up big guy, its ready” law’si says. Neteyam helps with setting the bowls. Looking down, neteyam placed back one bowl and grabbed a smaller one. A new bowl he personally made for law’si human size. One of many things he made for her. 

“Neytiri asked me to join her today. Says she has something for me-my love when are you looking up?” Law’si asks as she stares at neteyam who in return was looking at the open air. But quickly he looked down to meet her eyes. Smiling nervously, he replies “S-sorry, old habit of meeting you in the same eye level” . 

Law’si giggled a bit, she understands. “It is alright my love. I am trying to handle everyday things when some items have become too big or too heavy. But that won't stop us from doing our best”. 

Nodding, neteyam resumes eating. 

Night arrived and it was time to settle for another blissful sleep. Law’si was setting up their hammock while tip-toeing around. Neteyam couldn't help but find it cute. He insisted to help but was kindly denied ‘I can do it’ as law’si says. A lot. 

“There, all set” she announces proudly. Neteyam joins her. He was in the process of having her under him like usual but law’si rolls a bit to the side. He looks at her confused. “How about I sleep at your side? It has gotten harder to sleep with you on top of me” Law’si says. Pouting a bit, neteyam agrees and she gets in a more comfy position next to him. They both drift off to sleep, letting their dreams take over. 

Until neteyam subconsciously rolled on top of law’si. Again. Mentally he knows law’si is small again. But his instincts and old habits haven't. 

Aaaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! A cute fluffy fic! Until next time! see ya!

[kitty-av]

Hello CC fandom!

I've been lurking on CC Tumblr for a hot minute, and decided I needed to talk to people about the Facebook murder hidden objects/visual novel game. The brainrot won over the anxiety XD

I don't actually know a lot about the later games ( I watched like half of travel in time and the beginning district of MoTP and honestly it didn't feel the same. ) I mostly just brainrot over Pacific Bay and Save the World. I don't know why, but those are just MY games, you feel? The characters are just great, I vibe with them a lot. That being said, I doodled some of them!

I have no explanations or context except this. Amy influenced by Russell and the entirety of Pacific Bay would be unhinged in a good way. They become the CC equivalent of ' go kick his ass bby I got your flower ' if you get what I mean.

Angela loves Lars, I will die on that hill. She loves everyone, but Sombra is... Yknow, Sombra. Tell me they didn't try to threaten her husband and kids at least once, I dare you. Maybe it's me looking for nuance, but I firmly believe that besides her being raised in a cult essentially ( one of their branches literally was one ) she also thought there literally was no way she could stay with the team without sacrificing her family. I mean, Sombra agents got into and almost killed people in the Bureau multiple times. The only reason they didn't is because Jonah exists and he's not having any of it.

Speaking of STW, Michelle deserved better. I don't know why exactly, but I headcanon that because they were never shown together ( or so I remember ) she knew Jonah. Maybe she hired him for protection once. No other reason other than I feel they'd be those two friends that stay sober and drive everyone home after a party.

I'm really speaking about this because I randomly doodled these five, so I might as well give my thoughts.

I swear, I feel parched for interaction, I need more people to nerd out with over these games, even though I'm busy these days and likely will be. Is there maybe a discord server? Maybe I'll also lurk there ( likely not, knowing how excited I am to share all my little headcanons about these two games in particular) but it'll just feel nice to have that space to view more of people talking about the game. •^•

I'm open to doodling some more characters, but I'm doing it from memory, while bored at a seminar thing - and I'm also taking notes. I am a master of multitasking clearly. These are all done at the back of my notepad. XD

I suppose you guys can ask and I'll figure it out. I'm also probably going to give my thoughts on each character, or the little I remember if I don't.

I'm planning on rewatching Grimsborough gameplay soon because half of it has left my mind, and there isn't much emotional attachment, as with these two games, so... Yeah!

This is wordy because I'm feeling awkward posting into a smol fandom Tumblr honestly. I know it's not a crime at all, but it feels like I'm intruding into a sacred space or something XD

Well, I'll get used to it. So will you, hopefully. 👀💫

[wri0thesley]

Genshin men based on how easy to fall asleep on they are

Diluc and thoma: 10/10s! Perfect husband material and pillow material. Especially Diluc who’s pecs would be so squishy to rest against! Warm bois with lots of love to give!

Wriothesley: 9/10. He’s cryo so his body is colder ao its only good in the summer.

Neuvillette: 9/10 i feel like he’d be a bit worried about how much sleep you’ve been getting.

Dottore:0/10 i would never fall asleep around him much less cuddle a literal metal machine :(

Pantalone: 5/10 he probably isn’t the comfiest to cuddle or sleep against given how much jewelry he probably has. But I think his voice could send me to slumber if he whispered in my ear

Ayato: 6/10 i just imagine his beloved wanting to wait until he joined them in bed but they fell asleep so he moves them onto his lap and has a servant bring him a thick blanket to cover them with, then proceeds to keep working.

Kaeya: 5/10 depends on the position but he has many studs and spikes.. not comfy..

Lyney: 9/10 he’s a bit smol but gets lots of points for being pyro! But I think he’d play with his beloved’s hair while silently admiring them.

i am always hot so snuggling up to wriothesley sounds great actually… i am always kicking off blankets and demanding fresh air…. i am a little space heater so he may use my warmth

[mikurulucky]

Since Leiji LOVED reusing character designs he likes, especially back in the early 70s, there are TONS of short lived and oneshot manga starring alternate versions of my smol spectacled f/o and perhaps an alternate version of his space wife lol. Some more adult oriented than others (albeit without anatomical details because, this was the 70s and standards for that seem to be a bit more strict then).

Want Tochiro working as a salaryman with a plot surrounding a lady taking spicy pictures? There's a oneshot manga for that. Tochiro in more of a 20th century war setting? There's a oneshot manga for that. Tochiro running a business dedicated to having wives... *ahem*, cheat on their husband with him so the husband could divorce them with a dash of social commentary on 70s Japan (oh, and with a baby sister he has to care for via the money from said business)? There's a short lived manga for that and it predates Gun Frontier!

Yeah, there's a LOT of one-off manga out there from Leiji, many that haven't been translated in English.

[raeynbowboi]

The Best MLM Ships Be Like

“I have one (1) Braincell” “Nah, bro. WE have one (1) Braincell.” “Bro” Consequences? For my actions? Sounds fake x I have literally never done anything wrong in my life ever. “Stop in the name of the law” “I’m gonna have to RSVP ‘no’ to that” *traps him* “You can’t stop me! I will follow you to the ends of the earth!” “Sounds like a date, Officer” *steals his hat and jumps out the window* Sunshine golden retriever boyfriend x grumpy black cat boyfriend

*Between crossed swords* “Is it me, or are there sparks between us?” “That’s from the clashing metal!” “So why were you chasing after me? Are you a stalker?” “You stabbed me fifteen minutes ago!”

*says something stupid* “You’re an idiot” someone else: *calls him an idiot* “How dare? Only I get to say that. He may be an idiot, but he’s MY idiot!” “Yeah! I’m HIS idiot!” DRAMA KING™️ x I felt a human emotion once in 3rd grade and I shot it in the face. Werewolf x Vampire Pirate x Merman Cute Smol: He SAID no pickles! Big Scary: *blushing and avoiding eye contact* *in a note* Welcome home babe! Here’s your paintball gun. Meet me at the range. You know the deal. Loser does the dishes for the next month. You’re going down this time. Btw, the Johnsons are coming to dinner next Thursday. Love you! And prepare to eat paint! Love, Husband of several years. Royal x Bodyguard Two guys kissing but in like.... period costume. Two guys kissing but like... on a spaceship. In space. Two guys kissing but like... in the middle of a heist. Monster: *growls* Bard: Damn dude, what them fangs do? “What are you? An idiot or something?” “My dad certainly thinks so. He called me a failure.” *loading shotgun* “I just want to talk to him”

[stuckybingo]

Stucky Bingo Round-Up #3 (September 24th - 30th)

If you would like a shiny Bingo Card of your own, you can fill out this form! Don’t forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges!

Blossoming Ink by rookthorne Square filled: Adopted square (September) - AU: _____ Shop Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: poly relationship, light show of dom/sub, pet names, fluff Summary: Fairy Tales and stories always had one ending, that the prince would find his princess and all would be well; a masterful, happily ever after. You had never believed that would be you, not in your wildest dreams. Until the day that two knights in inked armour walked through the door of your castle and made themselves at home in your heart. Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

It Happened at Brunch by Astaraiche Square filled: N2 - Arranged Marriage Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: A/B/O, arranged marriage, Regency era, post-serum Steve Summary: It’s a lovely summer morning. Steve is about to get married. Brunch must be had. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

The Mourning After by SmutConnoisseur Square filled: I4 - Eldritch Horror Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: Major character death, Graphic depictions of violence, MCD, Violence, Grief, Body Horror, Cutting up a corpse Major tags: MCD, Violence, grief/mourning, unhealthy coping mechanisms, pain, ghosts, possession Summary: Steve's life has been a continuous cycle of grief. One by one, everyone he loves abandons him. Until one night, he reaches his breaking point. Love is something worth fighting for, but he can feel it slipping away from him. What is there to stop him? He has nothing left to lose. Not even himself. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Shield Book Store by Astaraiche Square filled: N3 - Free Space Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: AU: Book store, AU: No Powers, Fluff Summary: Steve Rogers is a former history professor turned bookstore owner. Bucky Barnes, Steve’s husband, is a best-selling novelist, who calls Shield Book Store his unofficial headquarters. Format: Moodboard and small blurb

Get This Stuff Out Of My Head (Chapter Nine) by singthebeginningofmoana Square filled: N3 - Free Space Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Trust Issues Major tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering Summary: Bucky is ready to accept help, but he has some demands. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

i'll take your roses (if you cut off the thorns) by sparkagrace Square filled: N4 - empathy Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: smol!steve, beefy!bucky, runaway groom, florist!steve, friendship Summary: “Your doors were open when I came out and then I just… went inside.” There’s a short pause. “I didn’t have a plan beyond that.” “… are you running away?” This time Steve notices the blush that runs all the way up the groom’s face as he nods, hands clasped tightly together as if in prayer. Steve bites his lip, unsure of how to proceed. How does he proceed? He’s a florist; he's not supposed to be a car service for runaway grooms. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Going, Going, Gone! by Astaraiche Square filled: N5 - Bachelor Auction Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Bachelor auction, childhood friends, getting together Summary: Steve is participating in the Stark Industry's 15th Annual Bachelor Auction. The winning bid is shocking, in more ways than one. Format: Medium oneshot and mood board

Contact High, Middle Earth, and Laying Low, Chapter 3 by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Square filled: I4 - Friends to Lovers Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Historical AU, Anal Sex, College AU, Vietnam, Friends to Lovers Summary: Steve and Bucky talk. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Contact High, Middle Earth, and Laying Low, Chapter 4 by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Square filled: B4 - Kink: Pain Kink Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, drug use Major tags: Historical AU, College AU, Pain Kink, Spanking, Drug Use Summary: Losing himself in Steve, Bucky takes a trip. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Contact High, Middle Earth, and Laying Low, Chapter 6 by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Square filled: G4 - AU: Historical Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, orgy, drug use Major tags: Historical AU, College AU, Orgy, Drug Use, 1960s Summary: Free love, baby. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Contact High, Middle Earth, and Laying Low, Chapter 7 by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Square filled: I4 - Kink: Oral Sex Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, threesome Major tags: Historical AU, College AU, Threesome, 1968, Oral Sex Summary: Three's company. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Contact High, Middle Earth, and Laying Low, Chapter 8 by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Square filled: N1 - AU: College Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, drug use Major tags: Historical AU, College AU, Drug Use, 1968, Anal Sex Summary: Bad dreams and good sex. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Contact High, Middle Earth, and Laying Low, Chapter 9 by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Square filled: B3 - Fist Fight Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply, fist fight, brief mentions of violence and blood Major tags: Historical AU, College AU, Fist Fight, Anti-Vietnam Protests, 1968 Summary: You can run, but you can't hide. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Contact High, Middle Earth, and Laying Low, Chapter 10 by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Square filled: G2 - Bruises Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply, brief mentions of blood Major tags: Historical AU, College AU, Bruises, Love Confession, 1968 Summary: You're it for me. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

[tinytinteeny]

captain and first officer ( ･ω･⁠)(–` ´– )

[hippolotamus]

Hiii hippo 💕💕💕

9,17

-❤️🪐

Hi Saturn!!!!!!!!

17. Buck: you’re coming back, right? i can’t do this without you

This is one I started on kind of a whim and work on intermittently (prev snippet here). The concept is that Buck is in the hospital waiting for Eddie to wake up from a medically induced coma, after having a house collapse on him. Whoops. It'll be Buck's POV but I'm planning to include thoughts from Eddie's POV as he's fighting to get back. Smol unedited snip for you that follows the posted bit:

Buck does the same, even if he doesn’t want to. How’s he meant to do this again? To look at Eddie lying still among a mess of wires, tubes and machines keeping him alive? But he does, because he has to. Because a second story collapsed under the weight of decades worth of rot and clutter, burying his husband with a nearly empty oxygen tank.  That was a day and a half ago. Thirty-eight hours and twenty-three minutes to be exact. Not that Buck’s counting.  Since then, Eddie’s coded twice and been through hours of surgery for a snapped femur and punctured right lung. Because why wouldn’t it be the stronger one?  “No changes.” Buck repositions his hand, still grasping his partner’s since the night before. He rubs across the empty space where Eddie’s wedding band would normally be. In its place are the impressions left behind. Barely visible lines on his skin that have already become a little lighter.  Buck absentmindedly reaches for the chain around his neck — a [necklace] Eddie gave him after formally adopting Chris — and feels for Eddie’s ring. [Person] brought it to him and he immediately put it around his neck for safekeeping.

have a list of poorly summarized WIPs and maybe ask about them

9. Completely 100% straight, single Texas father has a night out with his highly toxic coworkers… what could possibly go wrong? (Buddie)

aka watch my shattered edges glisten, also answered here. I know you're always here for the angst so I'm going to stick this snippet under the cut for heavily implied homophobia. It's going to be changed up a bit later, but the tone won't change.

“Sure about that, Diaz?” Gale chimes in, nodding towards Arsen. “Maybe just saw something you liked that you’d rather choke on instead?” 

The rest of the group join in with Gale, bursting into a fit of laughter and high fives as Eddie’s cheeks flush and he feels like he’s on fire. He tries to join in with an awkward chuckle, flipping Gale off and muttering ‘fuck you’ in an attempt to save himself. Something tells him that maybe it’s too little, too late. That the predatory smirk on Gale’s face means he’s got a target on his back. As if he didn’t already have one for being part Mexican. Great. 

If Eddie was lucky, the whole ordeal would’ve ended there. Apparently that’s not in the cards tonight. 

Gale looks him up and down, and for a moment it takes Eddie back to his army days, being inspected by his drill sergeant. Out of habit, his spine stiffens as he stands taller. 

“Hmm.” Gale clicks his tongue. “You don’t strike me as a queer. I’d say maybe it’s been a little too long since you had a good fuck, but – and I’m not passing any judgement here, man – I couldn’t help noticing you weren’t staring at any of the girls that way. Or, y’know, at all.” 

“Maybe I shouldn’t be the one in question here when you’re the one so damn interested in who I’m fucking or not,” Eddie fires back.

[bluiex]

Space husbands floating thru the void sharin smol kisses every now and again as they just simply vibe

Space husbands floating 0ft apart cuz theyre so gay

[crossover-enthusiast]

WEREWOLF JAUNE AND FAT THEIF????????

Spill 👀

Spilling the 🍵

Gonna do Jaune first and then FT since they don't have a bunch of overlapping stuff, unlike Kevin and Rick

Jaune

Jaune is SO ENERGETIC PLS. On the full moon her and her husband go out into the woods so she can run around without being constrained. It's a nice exercise for both of them!

Was bit when she was in her mid to late teens, doing dumb teen stuff with her friends. Dunno how much of that group knows but at least Lila and Frank figured it out later

Werejaune is the only supernatural creature Lila likes. She was understandably a bit concerned but Jaune quickly showed she meant no harm so now they just vibe :>

It is still so weird for her tho

Meanwhile Jaune's husband is like "yeah this happened" - he doesn't really care all that much, Jaune is still Jaune and he loves her all the same!

In an inversion of the usual werewolf appearance tropes, her shirt stays completely intact because of how baggy it is, meanwhile her leggings are torn to shreds

Bc Jaune was bit Ross dodged the wolfy gene, though he still has slightly sharper canines than usual

Ross is completely aware his mom is a werewolf, by the way. On full moons he avoids the house and the woods

In addition to being energetic Jaune is also just really affectionate, always snuggling up on the people she likes. She has absolutely just picked up Ross and carried him around before and it is so embarrassing for him

I just think it's funny bc if you heard Ross say "one of my parents is a werewolf" you'd assume it was his dad bc he's bulky and covered in body hair, but nah it's his smol momther

Sometimes Frank will come across Werejaune wandering around town and, if he isn't doing anything important, will lure her into the van and take her back to her house. Takes her a minute but she recognizes him and is happy to see him again :>

Jaune is also v protective. If she catches you hurting her pack in any way you are a dead man

Her fur feels kinda scratchy, like feet on carpet

While wolfed out her tail becomes another thing for her to stim with! Thumping it against the ground gives her a nice feeling and sound

Compared to the others it actually takes a bit for her to get overstimulated when her Werewolf Senses kick in, though when it does happen she tends to power through it, then crash until she transforms

Fat Thief

Just a big, dopey buppy

Constantly the :3 emoticon

Also incredibly affectionate, basically just a big lap dog

Speaking of, he can and will lay in TT's lap if he catches him sitting down. Thin Thief acts like he hates it but he does find it kind of cute. Also FT's so warm and soft in winter and the house they're squatting in has shit heating so he takes it

Was probably born with it

Thin Thief did not know about it when they first became a team but boy was he made aware of it

Thin Thief did not sign up for this. Werethief has basically imprinted on him. Save him

On the brightside though the wolf stuff means FT is basically a dog charmer! This has gotten the thieves out of many situations with guard dogs and family pets that would have otherwise ended badly

He gets to keep his sweater when wolfed out bc it's really stretchy :>

The prison uniform, though... not so much. He went through a few of them before they got busted out. Thankfully it was not questioned

Speaking of them in jail, John and Jack coincidentally always had something going on during the full moon - and this was even before John got bit - so they never found out

Being in jail during the full moon was actually pretty rough for FT. He's used to having big open spaces to roam about, so suddenly being confined in a small box was not fun. TT had to keep him from running out of the house the first full moon they were free because he was just so excited

Out of all the werewolves he's the least dangerous, it takes a lot to provoke him and he'll only attack if you try to harm him or Thin Thief

Harm Thin Thief however and You Have Chosen Death

Sound gets to FT the most when the Werewolf Senses kick in, it is torture for him. TT steals a pair of headphones for him one time and tries to brush it off as FT hugs him because that is just so sweet and considerate and he loves the headphones (looks goofy as hell on top of the mask tho)

I never talk about them but I have SO MANY thoughts thanks again

[witchywriter18]

So I just watched the latest episode of Mandalorian and WTF?!

First: I love how Grogu has started his rebellious teenage years with his new mech-suit basically. Just him telling Din "No" when he tries to say Grogu can't drive it 😂

Second: Why do they always hint at potential love interests for Din? The man is to busy saving the galaxy and raising a smol jedi baby. Just that scene with Bo Katan seemed like they were trying to hint at something

Third: MOFF GIDEON, I'M GONNA MURDER YOU!!! HOW DARE YOU CAPTURE MY SPACE HUSBAND!!! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO WEAR BESKAR!!! Also, do you have that much of a complex that you need a crown on your helmet? 😒

Fourth: Noooo, Paz!!!!! 😭😭😭😭