#super not looking forward to patching it up :V

[desertfragments]

if i had a nickel for every time i made a costume with a @shopwitchvamp skirt, id have two nickels, which isnt a lot but its weird its happened twice

or it just speaks to the quality of their skirts that ive used them more than once ;)

[goodgirlofglory]

Now that I know your requests are open, BE READY TO RECEIVE SOME TOE CURLING ASKS!!!

Like for example, I’m desperate for overstimulated Bucky 😩 like we all know Bucky can’t get enough of his girl, to the point where she’s gone dumb, but there’s something about tying up a big strong metal armed super soldier and making him cum over and over and over while he’s begging (he doesn’t know what he’s begging for, you to continue or stop like ✋)

Emphasis on the tying him up and sucking his soul out of his body, with your own body.

But you know, this was just a suggestion 🫶🫶keep up the great work!! 🌸🌸🌸🌸

Girl🥵

That is so fucking hot i can’t even, got me like😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠🫠✋️✋️✋️💦💦💦

Okay so I immediately sat down and started writing after reading this. Overstim is honestly one of my favorite things. Let's hope i did it justice🙏🙏🙏

Big boy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2,3k

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral (f and m recieving), handjob, slightly severe overstimulation, messy creampie, messy, filthy fluids everywhere, bondage, slight d/s vibes(with sweet, subby, needy Bucky), p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Summary: see the lovely prompt above💗

Note: the gif is cocky Bucky before he knew what he’d gotten himself into😏

“Keep your eyes on it,” you said, your voice drifting in through the cotton like muffle over Bucky’s hearing. He blinked the blur from his eyesight and heaved for breath, wave after wave of syrupy pleasure tinged with overexertion lining his lungs and loins like the finest lace. 

Looking down his body, covered in sweat and twitching sporadically, he watched helplessly as you bent forward, sliding your pussy slowly off his cock. It made an obscenely wet noise as it slapped back onto his stomach, adding more wetness to the drenched patch of hair below his navel. From your position astride his hips facing away from him, he had an unobstructed view of the utter mess between your legs, your red and swollen pussy gaping slightly below your puckered asshole, the sight sending off small fireworks off undiluted, heady arousal in Bucky’s head. 

You moaned softly and a moment later Bucky answered with a downright helpless mewl as his cum, pearly white and thick, began to drip out of your pussy. His whole body jolted, his cock jerking in a feeble attempt at rising. You knew what that exact sight did to him, how it chafed at some primal being inside him, how desperate it made him to pounce on you and pin you down, to cover you in his body and nuzzle your neck, to imprint himself on you and in you until he was ingrained in your very being. 

His arms jerked, but even his vibranium arm was powerless against the restraints you’d so cleverly acquired. He’d been so cocky when you’d asked to tie him up in the bedroom, all overinflated male pride and confidence in the fact that few bindings could keep his strength leashed. He’d grown hard in his pants and happily relaxed onto his back in your bed, head rested on the mountain of soft pillows. His arrogance had turned on a dime once you seemingly out of nowhere whipped out a pair of vibranium handcuffs and proceeded to fasten his wrists to bolts drilled into the very concrete of the wall behind the bed. Bucky had only realized his mistake once you’d secured his vibranium arm and leaned back with a grin filled with so much wicked glee he’d actually gulped. A few, increasingly earnest tugs on his bonds had solidified it. He was indeed completely at your mercy. Not helping at all, his cock had grown even harder at the realization. 

Now, god knew how many orgasms later, he could hear his blood pumping thick and slow in his ears, saturated with pleasure so intense and drawn out it sizzled in every nerve until the point of numbness, and watched helplessly as you elegantly turned around on the mattress and leaned forward between his legs, your eyes filled with mischief and a bratty confidence that had Bucky’s hands itching to spank your asscheeks raw. 

You blew soft, cold air on his swollen shaft and he shuddered at the sensation, more overworked than he’d ever been before. He didn’t know if his cock was still hard or just so swollen from all the stimulation it couldn’t shrink back to its normal, soft state. It seemed encased in a thick layer of rubber numbing it while simultaneously feeling so rubbed raw every nerve ending was exposed. He didn’t know if he wanted more or desperately needed reprieve. Okay, maybe that was a lie. You had insisted he choose a safeword before you started, and he hadn’t once considered saying it out loud, not even now.

A choking sound forced itself from him as you bent down to kiss his shaft, making it rise up to twitch against your lips as you peppered it with light, loving kisses. 

“P-please,” Bucky heard himself saying, wrists weakly tugging on his bonds. 

You looked up at him with sensual, low-lidded eyes, laying your cheek on his hip and letting a finger slowly trail up and down his sensitive cock. Bucky hissed and shuddered, his reactions wildly out of proportion to the things you were doing. But he couldn’t help it, he was so sensitive. 

“What are you begging so sweetly for, baby?” you asked. 

Bucky didn’t know, not really. His mind was a melting blurr of sensation and pleasure, and he just knew he needed you, though he couldn’t string together his thoughts to figure out in what way.

“I…I can’t,” he huffed out between great puffs of air as your finger continued to tease and tickle his overstimulated flesh. 

You tsked and pouted. 

“Aw, don’t tell me you’re tapping out already, big boy?” you asked in a sickly sweet, slightly condescending tone. You wrapped your hand around his aching cock and began jerking him, moving the foreskin up and down, the glide easy and wet by the copious amount of slick mixed with his cum still covering it from the way you’d ridden two orgasms out of him in one go. 

Bucky moaned, a long, drawn out, desperate thing as he watched your hand helplessly, so fucking hard and so fucking sensitive.

“I want you to give me one more,” you said, soft and slow, watching his face as your hand sped up. Bucky threw his head back and panted at the ceiling, One more? How many had he already given you? Four? Five? He didn’t even know he could cum so much consecutively, but surely he couldn’t come any more now?

Bucky groaned at the ceiling as his body warred between exhaustion and the tension you were slowly and meticulously building in him despite everything, how a tingling sensation began growing in his balls even as his purple, engorged cock-head throbbed in protest. 

Was he actually going to come again? He couldn’t believe it, but his body was tensing up, his breath coming out in puffs, the muscles in his thighs bulging. Yes, he could feel it, it was coming, it was within reach. 

“God,” he choked out, and you moaned in encouragement, kissing his hip as your hand sped up the tiniest bit. 

Bucky whipped his head down to look in disbelief as a splash of cum jettisoned out of his cock to add to the mess on his stomach, his body shuddering violently. 

“That’s it,” you breathed with delight, playfully biting his hip as you jerked him through the tiny orgasm, soothing him with your hands up and down his body as you kissed you way up his torso, taking a nipple into your mouth and suckling noisily. You’d both been surprised by how sensitive Bucky’s nipples were, and he still struggled to admit how fucking much he loved it when you played with them, the tingling going straight down to his groin. Bucky shuddered as you bullied the nipple with your tongue and teeth the exact way he used to do to you.

Bucky was still struggling to gather his frayed and scrambled thoughts while his body shivered in the aftershocks of his pleasure, and he heard himself make a sound suspiciously like a whimper as you straddled his waist and laid down on top of him. Bucky relished the heavenly intimacy of your skin on his, of your warmth covering him, and felt himself overwhelmed with emotion as you nuzzled his cheek and wrapped your arms around his neck. He tucked his face into the hollow of your throat, trying to get closer, desperately wanting to wrap his arms around your body. He made the weird whimpering sound again and didn’t even have enough presence of mind to be embarrassed by it. He wanted to kiss you so bad, he needed to feel the comfort and security of your lips. 

“P-please…kiss me,” he mumbled into the skin of your neck, eyes closing against the onslaught of churning pleasure of your body on his mingling with his body struggling to cope with the pleasure of his last orgasm. 

You pulled back and kissed him immediately, humming soothingly as he hungrily pushed your lips open with his to suck on your tongue. You kissed him again and again, pulling back far too soon and Bucky shamelessly whined in protest, stretching his neck towards you, mindlessly trying to reclaim your mouth. 

“You’re being so good, baby, it’s making me so wet,” you mumbled against his lips, and he shuddered and moaned against your mouth, helpless against the visceral reaction he had to you using dirty words. “Wanna see?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper, and Bucky gasped in a mix of arousal and trepidation. Yes, he fucking wanted to see, he fucking loved your pussy, loved watching it, loved seeing it messy and sloppy wet. At the same time, he didn’t know if he could stand anymore now, he was too fucking sensitive, too overstimulated, his cock pulsing along with his pulse where it lay still swollen and spent against his stomach. 

You didn’t wait for him to answer and Bucky watched, breath speeding up, as you raised yourself up and scooted up to straddle his chest. He could feel the wetness between your legs smear against his abs and he downright growled in frustration. It was too much. He wanted to fucking ruin you. Pulling your knees up, you leaned back with one hand on his thigh and splayed yourself out for him, your pussy so close, and yet just out of reach. 

Bucky let out a huffing sound of desperation as he beheld your sopping wet cunt, seeing a tiny trail of his cum still leaking out of you, down over your asshole and pooling on his chest. God it was so fucking hot, and you knew how weak he was against a sight like that, how much he fucking loved to have sweat and cum and spit and slick covering you both. And he knew if he kept watching it, his cock would try and rise again, and he didn’t know if he could survive another attempt at orgasming.

“You see how swollen it is, baby?” you asked, reaching your free hand down and slowly tracing over your pussy lips, circling teasingly around your clit. Bucky licked his lips, imagining he could conjure your sweet, heady taste on his tongue, and nodded, not able to tear his gaze away from his very favorite thing on this earth. “It aches for you baby, it wants you to fuck it again,” you added, watching carefully as Bucky’s mind imploded a little. 

“Oh God, doll, I don’t…I can’t… I… please,” he moaned out between labored breaths, not even knowing what he was babbling about, but completely unable to tear his gaze away from your sweet cunt and the way it clenched as you kept toying with your own clit.

“You want to lick it, baby?” you asked. 

Oh god, yes he wanted it, but fuck, he knew his cock would get hard again if he did. Well, try at least. You knew it too. Wicked little minx, you were strumming him like a well-tuned fiddle. Still, Bucky nodded mindlessly, desperate for you. You cooed at him, dragging a hand through his hair lovingly and scooted closer to push your cunt into his face, and he moaned long and gratefully as you started to grind on his mouth. “Mmmm, just like that, that feels so good, baby,” you said as you undulated, his tongue flicking your clit the way he knew you liked, his mind buzzing with the fulfilling pleasure of eating you out, of giving you pleasure, of tasting the mix of his own taste with yours on his tongue like the most heady aphrodisiac. His cheeks were flush, feverish both from his exertion but now also from the way your praise made him feel all tingly, floating on a cloud. He felt high, drugged out of his mind on pleasure.

He was faintly aware he was continually moaning into your pussy, eyes half-closed and dazed as you got closer and closer to release, bucking your hips. A hand fisted on his hair and his moan turned to a growl. Yes, yes, yes, he kept chanting in his head as you came in his mouth, your cunt pulsing, drenching his chin in more of your juices. His cock throbbed with his sped-up heartbeat, rigid against his stomach as you came and came and came and all Bucky could think was yes, yes, yes…

Bucky was still buzzing away in a cloud of slowly drifting thoughts of you when he faintly registered your weight lifting off his chest, and then he was promptly brought back to reality when a hand wrapped around his cock. He cried out, blurry eyes looking down to see you between his legs again, holding his slightly hard cock in a gentle grasp. He whimpered openly this time as you lowered your mouth to gently lick the underside of his cock, tenderly but firmly coaxing his overworked cock back to rigid hardness. 

“I want one more,” you murmured against the head of his cock before the tip of your tongue gently swiped at his frenulum, and Bucky could only whine low in his throat, completely beyond words, body writhing on the mattress. “You’re so hard, daddy, feels like your cock wants to come again,” you murmured, rising up and gently straddling his hips, fitting his cock between your soggy pussy lips. Your hips started a slow grinding motion and Bucky’s breath started to come out in puffs. He sounded like an angry bull, for christ’s sake, and he melted down into the mattress, eyes glued to the way your cunt slid up and down his cock, teasing and overwhelming him at the same time. 

You raised your hips and placed the head of his cock at your entrance, and Bucky watched in trepidation mixed with helpless arousal as you slowly started sinking down on him. His eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open as his mind blanked out completely from the  pleasure

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛ATEEZ Headcanons - Dizzy/Feverish

🐿️ Hongjoong

Gets dizzy so fucking easily that it’s a surprise he hasn’t fainted more often

Dizzy spells from low blood sugar because he so often forgets to eat when in the studio

Fainted into EDEN’s arms before and ever since all of EDENary and Maddox keep sugary cereal bars on hand to fed to him

But from experience he knows how to keep himself from fainting if he notices soon enough - locks his knees, squats or sits down etc.

Gets super nauseous from fevers - sometimes he just gets really nauseous and pukes before anybody even realizes that he is running a high temp - mostly because they hold his hair back and when they touch his forehead they find it burning and be like ??? !!!

“Shit, I’m late for practice”, Hongjoong muttered, looking at his smartphone. He had been so deep into producing with Maddox and Eden that he had completely forgotten the time.

“Go, we’ll make do without you”, Eden said, rolling his eyes.

“Thanks”, Hongjoong replied and jumped up.

Only for the whole word starting to turn into a twisting kaleidoscope. He stumbled, vision going black.

“Joong-ah”, Maddox called and as Hongjoong opened his eyes again he found himself back in his chair, his mentor squatting down in front of him. Maddox looked worried, while EDEN had a rather unreadable expression on his face.

The oldest producer slid a cereal bar over to him and Maddox helped Hongjoong open the bar, as his fingers shook too much.

“You need to remember to eat, Hongjoong”, EDEN said, worry and displeasure fighting in his voice, “I’ll call Seonghwa to let him know you will not be going to practice. We’re having dinner now.”

Resigned Hongjoong nodded.

⭐ Seonghwa

Doesn’t really run fevers, so when he does he doesn’t notice

Like having a fever is so unexpected for him that he only believes it when Hongjoong shoves the thermometer in his face

After that he is done, once he knows he is sick it’s like his body gets the permission to fall apart

Has fainted from a fever once as he didn’t even realize how bad it was

Scared the shit out of Yeosang who had to catch him

Has a complex about being the oldest, so he doesn’t tell anybody if something is up

“Hyung?”, a loud voice called and somebody was tapping his cheek. Annoyed, Seonghwa groaned and tried to slap the hand away. Instead whoever it was caught his hand in their and held on tight.

Slowly Seonghwa blinked open his eyes to stare into the wide-eyed gaze of Jongho, who looked like he had a halo around his head. Another blink and Seonghwa realized that it was just the overhead lights that made the maknae shine. 

“Wha’ happ’n’?”, he slurred, his tongue uncooperative in his mouth. 

Jongho moved a bit away and Seonghwa was able to see that he was laying in the middle of the hallway, his members surrounding him. Hongjoong and Yunho were kneeling next to the maknae. Yeosang and Woyooung were cuddled up in San’s arms somewhere by Seonghwa’s feet. Mingi was nowhere to be seen.

“You fainted when you came out of the shower”, Hongjoong explained, his voice a bit shaky, “you are lucky Yeosang managed to catch you.”

🐶 Yunho

Gets dizzy when it’s hot and he’s dehydrated

Reluctantly tells one of the hyungs 

He really doesn’t want to but he knows if he faints he might injure himself and he wants to avoid that

Besides, he’s so tall, he knows they won’t be able to get him of the floor

Also he really doesn’t want Mingi to worry so he speaks up in time

Every single illness is accompanied by a fever - everybody else has a slight sniffle? Yunho has a fever - somebody is puking from a stomach bug? Yunho is too but he also has a fever

“Hyung?”, Yunho whispered, tapping Seonghwa’s shoulder. They had an M/V shoot in the middle of the hottest day of the year and it was … wow, everything was tilting.

“Yunho?”, Seonghwa asked, already alarmed after seeing the younger’s sweaty and pale face. A few patches of skin were red from the sun. “What’s wrong?”

“Dizzy”, Yunho mumbled, slumping forward, “everything’s spinning. Don’t wanna faint.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened and he called over their manager. Together they dragged the tallest member to some shade where the three maknaes were sitting. Immediately Yunho was fussed over by his best friend.

“Yunho, drink”, Mingi encouraged, “you’ve been dancing in the hot sun all day and you are so bad with heat. Knowing you, you didn’t even drink enough. Slow sips.”

With a sign, Yunho complied. 

👑 Yeosang

Has no idea how to say he isn’t feeling good, so he kinda doesn’t

Whenever he gets dizzy which often happens when he’s feverish he just stumbles into people because everything is spinning

That’s how they know

In a reverse to their normal roles he does get clingy towards Wooyoung

He has a fever? He just sleeps 

Honestly waking a feverish Yeosang is the hardest task Seonghwa had ever had to face and it nearly made him cry

“Sang-ah?”, Seonghwa whispered, shaking the younger’s shoulder. They had sent Yeosang to bed yesterday evening when he had stumbled into Mingi during recording and they noticed his high fever. Now he was due for some fever reducers and some food. 

But Yeosang showed no sign of waking up. No matter what Seonghwa tried. Ten minutes later the eldest gave up, shakily getting to his feet. Tears burned in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He didn’t need worried dongsaengs beside one very sick one.

As he stumbled out of the room, ready to ask Hongjoong to call an ambulance, he was stopped by Wooyoung in the living room. “Couldn’t wake him?”, the second maknae asked. Seonghwa shook his head, not even questioning how Wooyoung knew. His worry overshadowed everything else.

“Don’t worry, hyung. Sang-ah is just a really deep sleeper when sick. Nothing we can do but wait.”

Seonghwa was dragged back to the bedroom and handed the thermometer. 

“It’s only 38.2°C”, he said in astonishment. 

“Told you, deep sleeper”, Wooyoung replied and jumped into the bed, only to immediately get hugged by the still asleep Yeosang. He grinned.

⛰️ San

Tries to push through illnesses - at least that’s always his plan

He doesn’t hold out long though and tells Yunho who gets him lying down asap when dizzy

Fevers make him really really emotional and he keeps crying 

Misses his parents and grandparents a lot when sick and is constantly on the phone with them once his fever gets too high

Hongjoong had once had to stop his grandparents from coming all the way to Seoul because San called them with a very high fever and not making much sense

Wants cuddles from every member but especially his Seonghwa-hyung or his personal pillow aka Jeong Yunho

“Hyung, everything hurts”, San cried, big fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I know, San-ah”, Yunho replied helplessly, wiping at the tears. He had been woken by his younger roommate in the middle of the night. At first a sleepy Yunho had been worried why a simple nightmare had turned his dongsaeng into a blubbering mess but when he had felt the heat radiating off him, he had understood.

“Everything’s spinning”, San mumbled, “make it stop.”

“Come here”, Yunho whispered and wrapped San in his arms, carefully laying back so that the smaller was resting on his chest. “Sleep, I’ve got you.”

“I miss my family.”

“I know, baby, we’ll call them in the morning, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

🐣 Mingi

Gets scared when his body betrays him and immediately seeks out his Hongjoong-hyung

Basically becomes a baby which makes it hard for Hongjoong since Mingi is so much taller than him

Has never fainted before because people get him sitting or laying down as soon as he speaks up

Generally has a high body temperature so it takes some time for him to actually run a fever

“Hongjoong-hyung, I don’t feel good”, Mingi said.

Not sparing a second Hongjoong stopped his work, spinning around in his desk chair to muster the younger who had just entered his studio. The younger man was pale and his eyes were blown wide with … fear?

The captain jumped up to reach out to him, gently holding onto his arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I … uh”, Mingi whispered, “I’m kinda feeling dizzy.” Shit. Okay.

“Let’s sit down okay?”, Hongjoong said and tightened his grip on the younger. Then pulled them over to the couch before anything could happen. Mingi was just too damn tall for Hongjoong to completely hold him up, especially if it was unexpected. Hongjoong gently helped the younger lay on his back, feet raised on the armrest. He gently stroked his hand through the messy, slick hair. 

“Hey, princess?”, the captain asked then, tapping Mingi’s cheeks. “Let’s rest for a moment and I’ll get you something to drink. Then Yunho and I will take you back to the dorm, okay?”

🦊 Wooyoung

Contrary to what people might think he doesn’t get whiny

He gets quiet which is much more scary

He is kinda scared people will judge him or wave him off because he normally is dramatic 

just hug him please

Just suddenly faints (well, only suddenly to everybody else) and got a concussion from that once

“Wooyoung?”, San asked, “what do you think about going home now? Wooyoung?”

San turned around and his heart nearly stopped. The younger was slumped against the mirror of the dance practice room, eyes closed and body so limp it was clear he wasn’t conscious.

“Oh God”, Hongjoong exclaimed and ran over to the younger, kneeling down by his side. 

San was frozen in shock. They had just decided to end practice early since Wooyoung had been off all day, quiet and closed off, which was so unnatural to their sunshine demon. Now the younger was unconscious with Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang and a manager kneeling by his side. Seonghwa appeared by San’s side, pulling him into his side in a protective embrace and together they walked a bit closer.

“Wha’?” San was sure he had never heard a more beautiful sound.

“Hey, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, stroking back Wooyoung’s hair as the younger’s eyes flickered open.

“How are you feeling?”, Yunho asked, a bit of guilt in his voice. It was his dance practice that had gone wrong after all. Hongjoong must have heard it too as he placed a hand on Yunho’s back.

“Tired, dizzy, my head hurts”, Wooyoung mumbled. Yeosang sneaked a hand to his forehead.

“No wonder, Young-ah, you’re burning up. Bed, now.”

🧸 Jongho

Doesn’t get sick often

But when he does, oh boy

All his reserves of wanting to be Maknae on Top crumble and he goes to any of his hyungs, but likely Hongjoong because he isn’t overwhelming and not as touchy as the others

Kind of wants hug but also doesn’t because he’s hot and sweaty and just bah

Dizziness is really disorientating to him, so he immediately speaks up because he cannot stay upright

Gets the worst chills

“Hey, Jongho-yah”, Hongjoong greeted from the doorway, finding the maknae curled up under a lot of blankets, “still not feeling any better?”

Jongho shook his head, shivering. He had really scared the group when he had sat down unexpectedly during recordings earlier that day, complaining of dizziness. One second he had been singing, the next he had been on the ground, clutching Mingi’s legs to keep himself upright.

They had crowded the maknae a bit, Hongjoong had had to admit but Jongho hadn’t even cared much. Instead he had asked the captain to take him home. Soft for his baby and worried when finding him burning up Hongjoong had done as asked, not even sparing a thought for the recordings. Maddox, who had been watching in worry, and Mingi had it under control.

“Hyung, can you lie down with me?”, Jongho asked timidly, “I am so cold.”

“Of course.” Hongjoong crawled under the blankets, hugging the younger to his chest. He could feel the chills wreck the whole bed and just how sweaty Jongho was. He didn’t care at all.

“I’m sorry”, the maknae whispered, burying his face in Hongjoong’s shoulder, “I’m disgusting.”

“Shush, you’re just sick”, the captain replied quietly, “it’s okay.”

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - ATEEZ

[hotxcheeto]

omgomgomg so i saw that u write for tess & when i tell u i never screamed louder!!1!1!!

can we pretty please get a toothrottingly fluffy smut where its readers first time & tess is just like gentle & sweet towards reader and making sure theyre comfy and stuff, sorry if this is kind of all over the place this is actually my first time requestin somethin 🫶🏽

━ 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Tess Servopoulos x Fem-bodied!Reader ( Written as game vers. Tess but can be read as both! )

���𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, v fingering ( r receiving ), oral sex ( r receiving ), mentions of alcohol / getting drunk ( in passing ), super fluffy cause omg they're cute, top!tess, bottom!reader, ( let me know if I missed something with the gender I tried to be as gender neutral as possible )

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope ( it's been hours and it's 2am I'm tired )

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I'm so happy that I was the first you requested for! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK TO LONG IT'S BEEN A ROUGH TIME. BUT ILY!!!! I hope you enjoy!! <3

Game tess has no gifs unlike HBO Tess :( They're both equally hot they should have equal gifs !!!!!!

REBLOGS APPRECIATED AND NOTICED

The lightning flickered against your eyes every time it made it's appearance, it's partner, thunder, never far behind. The loud sounds feeling as though they shook the entire complex and everything around it, even the QZ walls shuddered. But you payed no mind, staring down at the guards in the road. Very few, but they were there.

They'd talk back and forth to forget about the rain, ignore the chill of the wind nipping their faces. Talk about before or pretend the past never happened.

Sometimes you could hear them, but tonight you couldn't. Not with the rain and the loud banging on the decrepit buildings. Sometimes you wondered whether or not the buildings in the QZ would last much longer with storms like this.

Instead though, on this night, you just watched them, then sometimes the rain droplets, imagining them as two cars racing one another down the glass. As if you were a kid in the back of your childhood van.

The door then suddenly opened up behind you, but you didn't turn around. Recognizing how specific her boots sounded against the wood flooring, how she cursed underneath her breath and threw her stuff onto the table with a thump.

You knew who it was without needing to turn around so you kept staring. Eyes droopy but you were wide awake.

"What's so entertaining?" You heard the slight sass in her voice, the tone that never left even when she was being deadly serious. It made you smile, turning your head to the side to look at her.

"Everything and nothing." You took in a breath of the cold air that crept passed the window seal. "Gotta make do in the apocalypse."

She stood at island counters, hands spread apart and leaning her weight on the tile. Staring at you with a stupid smirk on her face.

"What took you so long?" Tess knew the question was coming but that didn't mean she wanted to answer it. "Ran into some trouble-" "What?" "-but I got out of it. Just some assholes that thought they wanted to mess with Joel and I."

You hadn't seen Joel in a while, but you reckon he hadn't changed a teeny, tiny bit since the last time you had. You took to liking to the grumpy man, you trusted him to make sure Tess came back breathing.

Despite is unfavorable gaze and his harsh wording.

"Are you hurt?" You stood from the chair, taking fast strides towards her while she shook her head, still smiling. "No, didn't even bump a hair on my head. I promise." A bit of a white lie, but she didn't want to worry you.

"Swear?" Tess quietly nodded, looking at you run your eyes over and over her face while turning her head back and forth. Looking for any scratch or slightly discolored patch of skin that wasn't there that morning.

"Say it." She grabbed your hands from her cheeks and holding them in her own. "Swear."

You leaned forwards to kiss her, noticing her slightly chapped lips and the mostly soaked in lip oil you'd let her borrow while out and about. Wanting to hide one of your favorite parts of her away from the unforgiving wind.

It didn't take her a second to kiss back either, grabbing your hips to keep you there until she decided to pull back. Grabbing either side of your cheeks and tilting your head down to kiss your forehead. Resting her mouth against your hair as she thought.

"How 'bout you go get ready for bed, I'll get my shit put away, okay?" Pulling away from her you raised an eyebrow. "And what am I getting out of this?" "You ain't gonna get anything you keep asking questions."

You huffed but shuffled off, squeezing her hand as you did so .

Tess and you were never supposed to go this far. Roommates. Someone to get drunk with to forget or tell stories and be each other shoulder to maybe shed a tear on. Never go further than that.

But it did.

You weren't sure who fell first, you just knew you did and it was hard.

She felt as if she was too old for you, even though you weren't the youngest yourself. You did know that there were some things that she had experienced that you just hadn't because of the world's terrible timing. But you never felt too young for her.

Just perfect, actually.

You were barely friends back then, and yet, you trusted each other more than most married couples. But, once it did go further it also went unspoken.

You were hers, as she was yours. Corny, but so were you.

As Tess would say anyway.

You laid down to wait for her, looking at the closed curtains in your small shared room. Only fitting a tiny closet and a bed, not that you had much for the closet to hold.

"Scooch."

Tess appeared behind you, smiling while watching you scoot towards the other side of the bed to make room for her. Feeling her arms wrap around your middle and her breath against your neck send shivers down your spine.

"What about your day?" Tess muttered, kissing the nape of your neck. "Boring. I did some odd jobs all day but they didn't last long. Mostly waited on your slow ass." You felt her laugh against your skin, chuckling to herself while shaking her head.

"Slow, huh?" "Mhm. Too busy getting jumped to come home to me, right?" Her grip tightened when she let a sarcastic 'ha ha', sitting up and resting her head on her hand.

"C'mere." Tess lightly gripped your face, giving you a much hungrier kiss than she had earlier when you had initiated. No, this one had need behind it, want seeping from it.

"I missed you today." She whispered, kissing you again and letting herself taste the mint contraband you'd been chewing earlier. "I missed you too." You breathed, a nervous feeling pooling in your lower belly.

"Fuck I missed this." Tess hated leaving in the mornings, and the afternoons, especially the nights as well. Tess just hated leaving, but she knew she had to if you both wanted to survive.

Her hand crept down to your sleeping pants, running her fingers over the band that was low on your hips. The rough pads feathering over your sensitive skin. Caressing your inner thigh through the thin, withered fabric.

Inches away where you began to felt the need for her. A need you hadn't felt in a long, long time. One you'd never satisfied, and you sure never had someone else satisfy.

"Tess." You pulled back slightly, a bit taken aback by your reaction just as she was. "Shit, I'm sorry, fuck I should've-" "It's... it's not that."

Your expression spoke a thousand words, shamefully glancing away from her and at anything else in the room to distract yourself.

"You're.." It was deadly silent besides the rain banging against the glass panes. "Y/n, you didn't think to tell me?" "M'sorry I didn't.."

Her voice held no malice, only genuine confusion making you finally look at her. Seeing her more concerned you didn't feel comfortable enough to tell her, the thought of you hiding it maliciously never crossing her mind.

"I was so young... when the world went to shit.." You trailed off in a broken whisper, trying to explain yourself but you didn't have to.

Not to her. Never to her.

Not with something like this.

"Hey, hey look at me." And you did, meeting her darkened eyes only illuminated by the light coming from the sheer covered window.

"You don't have to do all that. Not with me. It's up to you."

"I want to." You spoke, so low and soft, your voice sounded like a drug to her. Nervous and ready for what was to come.

You trusted her.

Tess looked away from your eyes and down at the hem of your oversized shirt, unable to give her a view of your silhouette that she loved so much.

Her hand moved to pull it up and over your boobs, lightly brushing the very tips of her fingers against your nipples. Getting a few light whimpers to fall from your lips.

"Look at that." Tess moved over your body, kissing your collarbone and then your chest. Making her way all the way down to your sensitive bud, licking your tit to get a reaction from you.

And it worked, her mouth making your breath halt, feeling the warmth wrap around your entire boob. Then quickly feeling her move to the other, only kissing it before giving your belly a peck. Sitting up again.

Tess scanned your face, leaning down to kiss your lips.

"You tell me when it's too much, got it? You tell me when to stop."

"Okay. Okay I will."

Looping around your waistband, Tess pulled the pants from your legs. Making the pulse between your thighs even worse as the layer was stripped away. Even squeezing them together to be rid of the uncomfortable feeling.

"God, you're so... shit just look at you." You felt your face warm, invisible to her eye but to you, you were burning up. A fever created from her words mixed with her starved eyes raking over your body like she hadn't ate in decades.

"Spread your legs baby, c'mon." And you did, her arms hooking under your knees to bring you even closer to you. The woman grinning when you shrieked in surprise at her sudden tug.

"There you go, so good for me. To think no one else has gotten to see any of this. Some unlucky fucks."

"Lucky for you though." You giggled, her warm palms trailing your exposed hips. Hooking under the tiny elastic underwear band.

"You sure about this?" Her eyes flicked to yours again.

"Positive."

Tess than pulled them slowly from your legs, a string of slick following after them making her own cunt ache at the sight.

"God, Y/n." She tossed them aside to find another time. Leaning down between your thighs. "All for me." Tess kissed your inner thigh, again and again while inching towards your heat.

"Ready baby?" You nodded quickly, the pain of your own arousal becoming too much for you to handle all on your own. "Yes, please, please Tess."

Her mouth soon wrapped around your clit, tongue tracing an infinity sign over the sensitive bud over and over. Not stopping and not slowing, just again and again while watching your reactions.

Your legs felt like they went numb, head falling back in to the pillows while loud babbles tumbled from your lips. Wanting to praise her but you couldn't. The feeling was so alien and so much, you didn't know what to say. Until you did.

"Oh- oh my god.. please more Tess... please.." Your hands went to her hair, the other to your mouth to try it's best the muffle the sounds. But you weren't sure of well it would work when you couldn't keep it there, instead gripping the sheets when she pushed your leg further to the side getting an even better angle to fuck you in.

"I'm gonna do something, okay, you tell me if it's too much." You hummed, a bit lost in your cotton-stuffed mind feeling like you were lost in a fog and couldn't find yourself a way out.

Tess's finger appeared at your hole, very slowly pushing inside your body. A whine of discomfort filling her ears and she hated it, only wanting it to be over as soon as it could be. Wanting your body to stop tensing so hard.

"I know, I know, but it's gonna feel good I promise." The woman kissed your thigh again, then your clit, beginning her assault on your bundle of nerves to distract the rest of you away from the twinges of pain.

And it began to, not only her warm tongue sending so much pleasure through your lower half, now a curled finger ran along your walls. The rest of you beginning to relax as her movements sped up, but only the more you began to get used to it.

"Tess... more. I want more please." You looked down at her, never having felt what you were at the moment, and you couldn't get enough.

Tess added yet another finger and giving you another deliciously nice stretch, the woman sitting up a bit, the thumb of her other hand circling your clit.

"How's that, huh?" She watched you nod, looking down at your cunt while she kept you full. Moving in and out at a faster pace while keeping her thumb going in whatever motion she decided.

"G-good.." You responded, "reall-ly good." "That's it." Tess went faster, kissing your lips, muffling your loud moans that wouldn't stop even if you tried. "You're doing so good." "Tess.. oh fuck.. I-"

"Come Y/n. Let go. Let go for me baby." The high-pitched shriek was cute, she thought. Watching you come undone on her fingers.

Pleasure shooting through your entire body, but her movements never stopped. Only going faster, the circular motion on your clit making you joke and try and squeeze your thighs together.

It was too much.

You'd never felt something like that, something so strong and so pleasure-filled, not in a world like this.

Your mind went into a hazed mush while you mumbled and cried out things to her. Your hand scratching at her upper arm while she whispered sweet things to you, calming you down while a tear or two trickled down your hot cheeks.

"You did so good. You did so good, baby."

"Tess... oh fuck." You cried out.

"I know, I know."

And you did, the only thing auditory besides the now slowed rain. Tess kissing the space between your eyebrows and then your nose. Finally moving down to your lips.

"You did so good." Her fingers pulled away from you making you whimper. "I really liked that." You mumbled, Tess smiling and letting out a light chuckle. "Yeah?" You nodded in response.

"M'glad it was you." You then whispered, your blinking began to slow as the exhaustion followed the adrenaline crash. Tess flustered in the darkness, the woman was glad you couldn't see it.

"Get some rest, I'll clean you up, okay?" She kissed your neck, sitting up just as you rolled over, laying almost completely on her side of the bed.

"Okay. But you better come back." "Well you better be out of my spot."

You huffed, "But it's comfier."

a/N: 2:22

[seigephoenix]

hey lovely, we both know what fandom i'm requesting, aren't we? So I'm requesting Fallout Ghoul fluff/smut, which Ghoul you can decide. I love all of them with my whole heart xD I trust you. Prompts I would like included: Forehead kisses, laughing, knife play (as explicit as you like), Use your teeth, “You make me nauseous.” “It’s called love. You’ll get over it.” (Generally add some snark, I know you're damn good at it xD). Godspeed! Love you haha

It is finished! I used my Sole Survivor for this cause I love her so much. She and Hancock fit well together.

Content Warning: snark, blood mention, wounds, first aid, oral, p in v, more snark. Length: 2.3k

Goodneighor’s neon sign flickered as the roar of an alpha Deathclaw echoed through the night.  “Deathclaw!” The cries from the residents broke the brief silence that followed.  No one would be stupid enough to take on a Deathclaw would they?  That’s what the residents asked themselves as they quickly rushed forward to reinforce the gate against the beast.

That was the exact question Georgia asked herself as she darted around the corner with the Deathclaw hot on her heels.  Her lungs burned from her sprint through the middle of Boston.  Roughened voices yelling about popping her eyeballs out reached her over the growls of the Deathclaw as she passed by the super mutant stronghold.  I could sure use Strong right about now actually.  Georgia chastised herself for going it alone, she hadn’t even let Dogmeat go with her this time.  Somewhere in her mind she had wanted to keep everyone safe…  To the detriment of her own health.  Georgia wheezed as a bullet grazed her ear.  She briefly felt the flash of pain in her side, one that almost stole her breath from the impact, but she forced her legs to continue.  Her body acted on instinct now, she just needed to go.

She zipped around a corner and saw an open doorway.  Thank fuck.  She curled down out of sight as the Deathclaw ran further down the road.  She knew the things could track her smell, but she hoped this one was just enraged enough to not notice she wasn’t in front of it anymore.  Georgia almost pitied the raiders that grabbed its attention but never had she been more relieved to see the crazy sons of bitches.  She used the distraction to rush through the piled streets and found her way to Goodneighbor.  The door was sealed.

“It’s me!  Georgia!  Let me in!” Georgia heard the chain and locks shuffling and soon she almost stumbled into the location as the door swung open.  She scrambled out of the way of the door and breathed out as she saw the chains and locks being put back in place.

“You sure chose a shit time to come calling.” Georgia gave Daisy a halfhearted thumbs up.  “That wound looks nasty.  Come on and patch up at the shop.”

“Thank a million Daisy,” Georgia wheezed as she slowly stood up.  Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, the sharp throbbing pain stole her breath.  She just hoped the bullet had been a through and through, skilled doctor she was not.

“I’ve got it from here Daisy.” Georgia wanted to groan as she heard him.  That whiskey rough voice that had captured her attention the first time she’d visited Goodneighbor.

“You sure Hancock?” Daisy asked as the mayor joined them.

“Yeah, I think we can handle this one at my place.”  Georgia assured Daisy it was fine.  She shuffled off next to Hancock who wrapped an arm around her waist.  She groaned and glared at him as he put pressure on her bullet wound.  She knew it was going to be beneficial in the long run, but it hurt damn it.

“Lookin’ a little green there peaches.”  Georgia glared at him for the nickname.

“You make me nauseous.”  She eased her way up the steps with Hancock’s help, leaning on him just enough.  His laugh felt like a shot of whiskey, burning on her nerves but with a warm finish.  She clenched her teeth and looked at the flight of stairs ahead of her.

“You know what they call that around here?”  His voice in her ear did not give her any help in making it up those steps.  Heat unfurled in her belly that had nothing to do with the bullet wound.  “Come on sugar, you know what they call it.”  Georgia gave a dry laugh as she put one foot in front of the other up the stairs.

“Why don’t you go ahead and tell me mister smarty pants.”  Georgia hissed as she eased herself down onto the wooden chair by the kitchen counter.  She groaned when she pulled at her shirt to get to the wound.  She huffed when he beat her to the punch and lifted the shirt off her.

“Let me look at it.”  He crouched down between her legs, poking the wound despite her cursing.

“Is it a through and through?”  He looked at the back and saw the exit wound.  “Good Lord, at least one thing is going right.”  Georgia breathed and he gave her a look.  The same look he got whenever her accent thickened.  “Don’t.”

“You sound like molasses.”  Georgia arched an eyebrow as he reached for the first aid kit.  He leaned down until his mouth was right next to her ear.

“Slow and sweet.”  She gave a short laugh that morphed into a pained hiss when he applied the antiseptic.  Georgia sent him a vicious glare over her shoulder.  “Easy there, peaches.  Don’t make more work for me.”

“Call me that one more time.”  Georgia could hear how thick her accent was and she had to laugh at herself.  Only when she was mad, in pain, or around other southerners.  She’d gotten all sorts of ribbing from her companions, especially Hancock and Deacon about the way she sounded.  Even back before the war, the people she knew in Boston and C.I.T. would tease her mercilessly about her accent.  She was too used to it now.  Georgia flinched as he wiped the wound clear of anymore oozing blood.  She released the breath she was holding once the Stimpack was applied and bandage was wrapped around her.

“Thanks Hancock.”  Georgia smiled at him as the pain was settling into a dull throbbing ache.  He ran his hands up her sides, resting them on her collarbone as he leaned in.  Georgia’s heart kicked up a notch as heat zipped along her nerves.

“Only you can make my name sound sinful.”  Georgia flashed him a grin as she felt the pain easing from the wound.  “Let me get that ear looked at.”

“Ah damn.  I forgot about that.”  She looked at him with a sardonic smile.  “Had other matters to concern myself with.”  His hand brushed against her cheek, tilting her face until he could see her ear better.  Georgia swallowed around the lump in her throat as his thumb stroked over her pulse point.  She knew he could feel her heart racing, he was probably enjoying it.  The little shit that he was.

“Still feeling nauseous?” Hancock laughed at the cutting glare she sent him.  “Come on peaches, don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t push it Hancock.”  He leaned over her neck, right where her shoulder began and opened his mouth over her pulse point.  Her body threatened to melt under his touch when his tongue pressed against the warm spot.  Every time, she was so weak for this man.  She felt the moment his teeth nipped at her throat, fuck.  Georgia let out a sharp gasp, but the bite wasn’t painful, instead she felt her body heating up in a different way.  Her thighs squeezed together for some relief.  “Couldn’t have given a girl a shot of Rad-X?”  Hancock merely grinned against her neck before his hand slid down and cupped her breast gently kneading the softness earning him a swift gasp.  Her chuckle ended on a groan and her fingers dug into his coat.  His thumb pressed down on her nipple, teasing and toying with the hardened point.  Her legs trembled with need.  Too long.  It had been too long since they’d had time to do this.

“As many times as we’ve done this princess, I don’t think you need it.”  Georgia groaned as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to her feet.  His mouth pressed against her uninjured ear.  “Don’t you protest now.  You know what happens when you do.”  His hand slid lower until he grabbed the curve of her ass as they walked towards his bedroom.

“You love it when I fight back.” Georgia hissed as he eased her onto the bed.  A shaky moan left her lips as his fingers pulled down the old cargo pants that had seen better days.  Hancock pressed his mouth against her panties, already soaked from her arousal.  His tongue trailed up until he pressed it flat against the little bundle of nerves.  “Fuck.”

“Only you could make that word sound like a benediction peaches.” Hancock murmured before he pulled the soft fabric to the side.  His tongue slid inside her earning a keening cry from Georgia.  Her head fell back as her hands sought his shoulders for some leverage.  “No fighting me now.”  Hancock turned his head and bit hard on the inside of her thigh.

“Hancock,” Georgia whined as he toyed with her clit, lapping everywhere but the spot she so desperately needed him at.  “Please don’t tease me like this.”  Georgia’s head fell back as he turned his full attention on her.  Teeth and tongue toying with her until she felt that heat coil low and tight between her legs.  The warm throbbing was as addicting as any chemical, and he was the only one who knew to trigger that high.  Georgia’s legs tightened around his head as she clawed her way towards that edge.  Her neck arched, his name on her lips; she was right there.  He lifted his head just as that coil was about to burst.

“Not yet darling.” Hancock smirked as he rested his cheek against her leg.  Frustration cut her razor sharp and she bared her teeth at him.

“You absolute dickhead.” Georgia hissed between her teeth as she struggled to look down at him.  He pressed an open mouthed kiss against her thigh, just above the mark he’d left which was already turning a dark blue.

“Now, now.  Where’s the fun in calling me names?  All you have to do is use your words.”  He grinned as he heard the vicious curse leave her lips.  “Peaches, that voice of yours does things to me that shouldn’t be considered legal.”

“Hancock, put that mouth of yours to good use damn it, and let me come already.” Georgia whined as he rested his chin just above her aching clit.

“Now what incentive do I have to listen to you?” Hancock smirked as Georgia practically growled at him.  “Say please.”

Georgia narrowed her eyes at him as he merely smirked at her with those impish smile on his face.  Her body screamed at her pride to just say the damn words already!  Georgia clenched her jaw and glared at her lover in frustration.  “Please.”

“Please, what?”  Georgia huffed in outrage as Hancock chuckled.  “You can use your words, can’t you peaches?”  Georgia sneered at the ceiling but she had been so close.  She took a deep breath.

“Please fuck me Hancock.”  He rose to his feet and she already missed the feel of his body heat.  Georgia yelped when he picked her up and switched spots with her.  Her knees rested on the mattress on either side of his hips.

“Fuck yourself on my cock yourself princess.”  Georgia splayed her palms across his shirt as his cock nestled between their bodies.  She shook her head but he merely folded his hands behind his head.  She narrowed her eyes at him.

“You are so evil,” Georgia whined as she reached between them for his cock.  She slid his cock inside her body, relishing each thick inch that spread her lips.  “Making me do all the work after getting shot.”  Georgia’s head fell back as she sat down, moaning at the stretch of him inside her body.  Hancock grunted before he grabbed her hips.  She rocked back and forth, desperately trying to gain that friction against her clit again.  She wanted to chase that high with him.  Her body tightened around his cock as she found the rhythm.

“Good girl.  Who’s the only one who can fuck you like this?”  He grasped her wrists in one of his hands, holding them tight against his chest.  She groaned as her hips ground down on his, finding that friction against her clit.  Her back bowed as that languid heat coiled tight inside of her body.

Her body tensed with that familiar heated knot.  The steady climb towards release was all she sought.  The world fell away to just the two of them as she rode his cock despite the pain in her side.  That pain only added fuel to the fire in her belly, heightening the pleasure to overwhelming levels.  Georgia felt the tears welling up as her body was right there, but she couldn’t bring herself over the edge.  She needed him.

“Hancock.”

“Fuck peaches, you make my name sound like something holy when you speak it with that angelic voice of yours,” Hancock whispered as he reached between their bodies with his free hand.  His thumb pressed at just the right angle and Georgia almost sobbed as her released washed over her.  His name fell from her lips in a litany as the waves crashed over her in languid pulses.  Georgia registered that he arched his hips against hers but the heat and pleasure consumed her senses.

Sweat plastered her hair against her forehead and she leaned forward heedless of the pain from her wound.  Her lips brushed a trail of kisses over his chest and up to his neck.  Hancock gave her a weak chuckle before he eased her off him and settled her next to him.  Her breathing was choppy as she came down from that pleasure high.  Georgia turned so she faced him in the tiny bed.  His arm slung across her waist, careful of that wound.

Her fingers traced over his face, now so familiar and comforting to her.  He was her place of solace in this shitty new world she’d stumbled out into.  A respite against the chaos of the wasteland.  She smiled as he looked down at her.  “Penny for your thoughts.”

“Nothing much.  Just thinking nauseating thoughts is all,” Georgia teased as he smiled down at her.

“Well now peaches, that’s what they call love.”

[narwhalandchill]

(soo ignition teaser thoughts ig)

hmmmm im ngl the trailer itself as a like prelude to what is coming in 5.0 intrigue and plot wise is like. compared to the region teasers that came before w lazzo and overture. its just. its kinda bad im sorry KWKJKWDJKWDJK like okay cool seeing the new cast and production value is high as always (+ music) but its such a middling teaser for the story itself?? it feels like a powerpoint presentation of the cast more than anything narratively coherent with an inherent draw and mystery

like theres mavuika speaking to the flame thingy (xbalanque that u? "one entombed in the primal fire" perhaps????) with some intrigue i suppose as well as her brief thing w capitano. ororon also appearing to be working together or aligned with capitano given theyre standing together there which could make for an interesting plot thread but beyond that its very.... eh. its not giving us a lot to grip onto ya know???? and thats rly a shame especially since i also felt that way abt the teaser in the 4.8 livestream. i wish we got more

and sure theres a tournament wahoo but like. its really Not helping to hype up that thing when half the introduced cast isnt being like "OMG the tournament!!!!1!1 this is HUGE!!!1" (or even. "oh no this is BAD!!!1" to set up basic conflict. like why would they dread it?) but instead just. "oh right... the tournament 🙄🙄" like who thought that was a good idea 😭😭 if the PEOPLE of natlan dgaf abt the big plot event happening then how am i as the viewer supposed to feel majorly invested in it . wow theyre tossing a ball around . wow nobody wants it guess ur tournament is having a bit of a PR issue in the making mavuika lmao

anyway i wouldnt even call myself a true capitano glazer despite being a fatuiHQ enjoyer on the side but like. that hmph still carried welcome capHIMpeaktano truly o7 JWDJWDJKDWJK also did yall see the. anemo-ish turquoise flare when mavuika is confronting (?) him? wonder if thats a thing with her flames or is it implying cap as anemo or sth.... i think itd fit him decent enough but ya. looking forward to HIM for sure

(+ congrats to him for losing the goofy timbs from arles animated short lmao like his design looks so fucking sick now)

character design wise uhhhh. well theres the obvious huge fucking issue here and while id say that hoyo p much already showed their true colors on the matter with sumeru that doesnt rly. make it any less disappointing and egregious wrt all the cultures and peoples theyre So willing to gather inspiration from in all possible aspects Other than the diversity of the people themselves. like its just... bad and such a shame but also not very surprising unfortunately.

(and really it just. looks especially bad given they clearly Can put melanin on people its just... enemy mobs only.)

beyond that i kind of dont have anyone that super catches my eye rn??? mainly because . well leaks moment eek but its basically official info now so basically. xilonens existence as a geo and a 5* (which like . u dont need leaks to guess she will be im sorry jdwjdw) was leaked a bit ago as well as the patch she should appear meaning. im actually in chiori rerun savings mode since its very high chance that she will be back w xilonen if anyone. so thats my plan for now kjdwjkdwjkdwjk

in terms of the actual cast i do like kinich and ororons designs v much, the design motifs of the latter especially are interesting bc those eye-like patterns are almost giving quantum symbol (= black hole imagery) to me???? and thats V interesting especially if hes actually working w capitano and the fatui. now him being a cat boy or whatever animals ears those turn out to be isnt like sth thats huge for Me personally but i do think hes valid and also W for anyone whos into that, congrats guys im happy for u ! but like fr itd be such an insane twist if hoyos Finally introducing the void quantum abyss whatever element w him (and maybe cap too.) bc that symbol Rly is looking Curious. or then hes just electro lol. for kinich its like. yeah fair he might be xiao-tighnari-gaming from minecraft ill admit that but. i do like the color scheme and his outfit a lot JKWJKDJKDWJKD so like i forgive it

w the girlies i overall find them all like. quite nice but so far without any personality + lore known its hard to settle my complete thoughts on them just yet. tho citlali being pink is super refreshing for genshin since we do have a shocking absence of it so like shes definitely one im drawn to, chasca looks interesting and like she could play a bigger part plot wise (maybe?) so that might be neat. both her and citlali being cryo is kinda surprising?? but cool. maybe ill get to unbench my shenhe and play some cryo teams again lmao freeze has been dead in abyss for so long now....

xilonen again w the kemomimi isnt sth im particularly into or not into but she looks cool, depending on personality and how her kit synergies turn out (+ assuming the chiori rerun, the fate of those pulls too), i might try for her as well? theres an Energy to her i like it. if she has proper Attitude and flair thats gonna be a massive bonus for me

mualani i think is rather bland to me, sth about her outfit and design just doesnt click for me even if the shark thing from the teaser before is neat and everything. the chibis are never sth im actively drawn to but like both do look okay, im kinda hoping kachina could be a lynette moment for 5.x and end up a free 4* since her exploration roomba looks p fun

anyway then theres. mavuika and i. well at least the design wasnt. That concept art one (ThoseWhoKnow...) . so instant massive W improvement solely on that basis holy fucking shit but ehhhhh im sorry i still dont know how to feel abt the very modern like. biker bodysuit thingy. im not a huge fan of the bodysuit type designs anyway so its not that surprising but still. her eyes + hair is absolutely stunning tho like not a question at all.

tbh in a way i kinda feel like having too many Thoughts on her design is kinda just unnecessary bc like. shes the archon. of Course the kit is going to be insane so i will get her anyway (UNLESS a pyro onfielder JKWJKJKWJKWJKWFKJ like god please no). and in terms of like is her design and energy from what this vid is giving us good enough that i wont like. Actively resent having to get her for meta and strong teams??? Absolutely. so in that sense ig its all cool lmao

but yeah. idk i just think as a teaser for the upcoming story its rly a shame how weak this felt for me???? like sure overture ended up being a bit of a misleading teaser since it gave the impression of arle as this mastermind of the fontaine AQ which didnt rly happen but it still served as a source of hype and intrigue. and yes lazzo is sth that can Never rly be beat in terms of how out of nowhere it was and how fucking insane the whole harbinger reveal went (+ elogia cinerosa existing) for lore and long term hype but its just. unfortunately those 2 are the regional teasers this natlan one is supposedly meant to parallel and it just didnt deliver anything comparable to those for me

like still looking forward to natlan and seeing the rest of its cast (like im fairly convinced the flame thingy might be xbalanque and hes gonna be a big deal ultimately or sth) and where it goes and all its environments but this trailer didnt rly. grip me the way i wouldve expected it to. which is unfortunate kdjkdwjkwjkdwj but yea thats all

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 12

Hi friends!!

I read a certain dark romance book this week and then also spent some time trying to catch up on all my lovely mutuals' fics (and there were many), so the rec list is only like 9 fics this week. I guess that's still a lot? It's no 27 fics though.

If you tagged me in a fic this week, I'm planning to get to those soon I promise. The actual spreadsheet with all my recs can be found here and the masterlist for my fic recs can be found here.

Anyway recs below the Pedge

Adversity a Frankie/Ezra series by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

This combo... okay I'll just start with how unreasonably HOT this is. Like you got Ezra: protective, talkative, wild, a little feral, definitely likes to use his mouth, lean and impeccably dressed with that dumb little blond patch. Then you have Frankie: Established Canon Pussy Eating King, def talks you through it, broad shoulders and a cute belly, patchy beard you'd just die to have between your legs, broody boy. So obviously, I'm already about to pass out. And then!! Their relationship with each other makes me feel so many things. The way Ez pulls Frankie out of his fucked up head and the way Frankie settles Ezra UGH. And then!!! and then!!!!!!! The way they take care of reader and the way they all love each other and balance each other out!! The hints of the other TF boys in there is v fun also. I know this series is old, but I am dying for it to be added to. Every glimpse into this wonderful lil throuple was wonderful. <3333

i've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you - a Joel one shot by @tremendum

Brat tamer!Joel is sooooo fucking hot. This is filthy and I love it!

warmth - a Joel one shot by @grippingbeskar

ooooh i love how at first this is just a sweet lil fluffy thing and then you put *you can stop reading here if you aren't a whore. however, i am, so i will continue* LMAO. I'm obviously a whore so I obviously kept reading. This one is for my thigh riding girlies <333

the worthwhile fight - a Marcus P one shot by @swiftispunk

So glad you decided to write some sweet angel baby Marcus P!! And I love the lil twist with reader being the protective one, because.... I actually cannot see Marcus punching anyone. Like I'm sure he would if he had to, but in my head he's such a soft boy I can't. The smut, as usual, was just absolutely immaculate. Looking forward to more marcus from you maybe...???? (please)

Sparks fly - a Joel one shot by @ezrasbirdie

Ok listen... This is the second anal fic I've read in as many weeks that made me have emotions other than filth... How do y'all keep doing this to me. The story is adorable, I love it!! And then they eat each other's asses and it's hot and it's a good time. Honestly I'd still give this a shot if you're not into the idea of eating Joel Miller's ass bc there's a bunch of super cute interactions and some smut before that happens... If you're a freak tho... this is the one

Just a little taste - a Din one shot by @jksprincess10

I fucking love inexperienced!Din and I love when he tastes pussy for the first time and just goes absolutely nuts. This was so hot ugh.

Fire a Din one shot by @jksprincess10

Din Djarin Fluff Supremacy

Hungry Hearts - a Joel series by @atinylittlepain

Young Joel... in booty shorts... playing baseball??? Being a gratuitous flirt and a total asshole in the most frustratingly charming of ways?? Ok and then... he's also a MECHANIC... Slutty Joel is everything. Oh but let's not stop there! We also get girl dad Joel being the most stereotypical softball parent ever. Sarah and Ellie being so very Sarah and Ellie about the whole thing. Also like if you needed more incentive for some reason Joel gets hit in the balls while being a douchebag. I feel like I'm not selling this as well as I should be, but I don't want to give too much away. It's delightful. Read it!!

Peace - a Joel one shot by @swiftispunk

As a former John Green novel SIMP, I love the living eulogy thing. It has a special place in my heart and I refuse to apologize for that. This fic had me tearing up bc like... Joel Miller deserves to hear how good he is and how much he means to people and he doesn't really ever get that in canon. Not really. I am going to have a literal breakdown bye

----------------oldies but goodies----------------

The Appreciation of Fine Liquor - an Ezra one shot by @write-and-buried

poor baby - a Joel series by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Just a little game - Javi P one shot @walkintotheriveranddisappear

quickie (boyfriend's dad!joel x reader) - a Joel one shot by @joelscruff

𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 - a Dieter one shot by @psychedelic-ink

warm up - a Dieter one shot by @ezrasbirdie

Dieter Bravo x Library AU - a Dieter one shot @fuckyeahdindjarin

Bouquet, Bloom, Blossom - a Dieter series by @mypoisonedvine

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Happy Reading

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City of Lost Souls, Chapter 6: No Weapon In This World

please see the masterlist for notes about this series/collection of works

The redbrick warehouse Magnus lived in rose above them. Jocelyn pushed open the glass doors to the entryway, and they crowded inside, Clary trying to breathe through her mouth as her mother pushed the buzzer for Magnus one, two, and three times. At last the doors opened and they hurried up the stairs. The door to Magnus’s apartment was open, and the warlock was leaning against the architrave, waiting for them. He was wearing canary-yellow pajamas, and on his feet were green slippers with alien faces, complete with sproingy antennae. His hair was a tangled, curly, spiky mass of black, and his gold-green eyes blinked tiredly at them. 

“Saint Magnus’s Home for Wayward Shadowhunters,” he said in a deep voice. “Welcome.” He threw an arm wide. “Spare rooms are that way. Wipe your boots on the mat. I’m glad to say for one night, and one night only, I have wonderful company for you, biscuit.” He spoke monotonously, yet stepped back into the apartment, allowing Clary to wonder what he meant by that. They passed through in front of him and shut the door. Today, the place was done up in a sort of faux-Victorian decor, with high-backed sofas and large gilt mirrors everywhere. The pillars were strung with flowers. 

“What was that about one night only?” said a second, equally sleepy voice, as someone emerged from the hall where Magnus indicated the spare rooms. Clary’s face melted as they saw Rowan, clad in much-too-big sweatpants tied tight around their waist and a plain undershirt, wiping their eyes from behind a pair of glasses she’d never seen before. When they pulled their hands away from their face, they sat crooked on their nose, just like Simon’s always did. It was cute. Their eyes, looking gray instead of blue in the shadowy apartment, widened at the sight of her. “Clary? By the Angel, are you okay?”

Clary stammered. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m okay—” she looked down at her shirt and realized just how much blood had dried on; she grimaced. “It’s not…mine?”

Rowan looked at her for a moment and they glanced at Jocelyn uncertainly, before rushing forward and grabbing their arm. They drug her away, towards a bedroom down the hall. She heard them mutter something about Aric Ashfair’s daughter? and Magnus chuckle, no doubt silently correcting her. 

“You want to tell me what happened or do you just want patched up?” they asked, sitting her down on the bed. Standing over her for the split second, she realized just how tall they were compared to her—not quite as tall as Jace, but around Isabelle’s height. They didn’t look thin and slender like Isabelle, but they had broader shoulders and a stronger build, more like Jace or maybe Simon. As they turned away and began flipping through things on the desk, she watched the muscles in their shoulders and arms contract and stretch, and very quickly found the carpet below her feet more interesting. She’d never seen Rowan in something so…revealing, it felt wrong, despite the fact it was only a tanktop. 

“I’m not really injured,” she said, rifling through her bag in an attempt to find her clothes. “I wanna get out there and see what happened to Luke?”

They strode towards her, having found what they were looking for—a stele. “What did happen to Luke?”

“We got attacked,” she said quickly. She stood and yanked her sweater off violently. It was covered in blood—Luke’s blood—and her worry for him made her nauseous. She couldn’t stand to think that he was hurt because of her. 

Rowan quickly turned away from her, busying themself with Chairman Meow, who was sitting on the chair in front of the desk. She swore they were blushing. From her backpack, she took a clean pair of jeans and a black V-necked thermal shirt and changed into them. “You’re like…the cat whisperer,” she said in an attempt to distract herself. “Animals hate Simon since he’s become a vampire. He’s super mad about it.”

They chuckled, and when she glanced their way, she noticed them holding the quite large, fluffy cat in their arms, lazily swinging back and forth. “I know. He’s told me about that. Not even the Chairman likes him.”

“What’s going on with you two, anyway? Simon, I mean.”

They paused for a moment, then grumbled, “why does everyone think I have something going on with Simon?”

Clary huffed. “He only has, like…a super obvious crush on you.”

“Says the girl that didn’t know he was in love with you for literally years.”

She glanced at herself in the window, which showed her a pale, but warm reflection. The table lamp next to her glowed a warm, orangey hue, but she looked ghostly in the image. Her hair hung limply, hamp with snow, and her freckles stood out like paint splotches. Not that it mattered what she looked like. She thought of Jace kissing her—it felt like days ago instead of hours—and her stomach hurt as if she'd swallowed tiny knives. She reached for the edge of the bed and held it in a white-knuckled grip until the pain subsided. 

“Too soon?” they asked, glancing over their shoulder to see if she was done. In an instant, they were by her side, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of her. Clearly, they’d dropped Chairman Meow, because he gave a disgruntled yeow! and went to pout in the corner. “Clary? Clary, are you alright?” they asked. 

She nodded her head quickly, though held her hand out for them in an attempt to balance herself. “Yeah,” she said, a little breathless, swallowing down the terrible feeling in her chest. “Sorry.”

Their face softened for a brief moment, though the crease between their eyebrows never went away. They laid their hand on top of hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t apologize.”

She took a deep breath and walked out to the living room, Rowan in stride next to her. 

Her mother was seated on one of the gilt-backed chairs, her long artist’s fingers wrapped around a mug of hot water with lemon. Magnus was slumped on a hot-pink sofa, his green slippers up on the coffee table. “The pack stabilized him,” Jocelyn was saying in an exhausted voice. “They don’t know for how long, though. They thought there might have been silver powder on the blade, but it appears to be something else. The tip of the knife—” She glanced up, saw Clary, and fell silent. 

“It’s okay, Mom. I’m old enough to hear what’s wrong with Luke.”

She stared for a moment, and she realized it was past her and at Rowan. Rowan had rarely come to visit Luke’s house, and out of all of her friends, she probably knew her the least. Before she had a chance to say something, Magnus spoke up. “Jocelyn, if both your daughter and I trust this one,” he said, gesturing vaguely to them, “then you’re in good company. Rowan’s quite the bright child, they might be able to help figure this out.”

She nodded. Rowan shrugged and sat next to Magnus, casually shoving his shoulder over to make room for them on the sofa. “No hard feelings,” they said. Clary was sure they understood how vital information to stay secret was, especially lately. 

“Well, they don’t know exactly what it is,” Jocelyn said softly. “The top of the blade Sebastian used broke off against one of his robs and lodged in the bone. But they can’t retrieve it. It…moves.”

Rowan sat up a little straighter. “It what now?”

“When they tried to dig it out, it burrowed into the bone and nearly snapped it,” Jocelyn said. “He’s a werewolf, he heals fast, but it’s in there gashing up his internal organs, keeping the wound from closing.”

“Demon metal,” said Magnus. “Not silver.”

Jocelyn leaned forward. “Do you think you can help him? Whatever it costs, I’ll pay—”

Magnus stood up. His alien slippers and rumpled bed-head seemed extremely incongruous given the gravity of the situation. “I don’t know.”

“But you healed Alec,” said Clary. “And Rowan, right? When the Greater Demon attacked?”

“I would have been fine, he just spend up the process,” they muttered. 

Magnus had begun to pace. “I knew what was wrong with him. I don’t know what kind of demon metal this is. I could experiment, try different healing spells, but that still wouldn’t be the fastest way.”

“What’s the fastest way?” Jocelyn asked. 

“You could call your friends,” Rowan said, which to Clary, sounded incredibly questionable, and she wondered what kind of friends these were. 

He shook his head. “I’ve used up all my IOUs with the Riges, and they might not even know, anyway. But…” He thought for a moment. “The Praetor. The Wolf Guard. I knew the man who founded it—Woolsey Scott. Because of certain…incidents, he was fascinated with minutiae about the way demon metals and demon drugs act on lycanthropes, the same way the Silent Brothers keep records of the ways Nephilim can be healed. Over the years the Praetor have become very closed-off and secretive, unfortunately. But a member of the Praetor could access their information.”

“Luke’s not a member,” Jocelyn said. “And their roster is secret—”

Rowan, who had been staring at the floor in front of them, lost in thought as Magnus spoke, had an idea. “Jordan,” they said. “I have his number, I could call him—”

“I’ll call him,” said Magnus. “I can’t get into Praetor headquarters, but I can pass on a message that ought to hold some extra weight. I’ll be back.” He padded off to the kitchen, the antennae on his slippers waving gently like seaweed in a current. 

“You were attacked by Sebastian?” Rowan asked, looking between the two of them. For the first time in two weeks, they looked fragile about the topic, and she knew what they were looking for. 

“Your brother wasn’t there,” Jocelyn said. Clary felt a pit grow in her stomach as she heard the words and turned away from them. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rowan shuffle out of the room. She looked at her mother, who was staring at her mug of hot water. It was one of her favorite restoritaves, though Clary could never figure out why someone would want to drink warm sour water. The snow had soaked her other’s hair, and now that it was drying, it was beginning to curl, like Clary’s did in humid weather. 

“Mom,” Clary said carefully, and her mother looked up. “That knife you threw—back at Luke’s—was it at Jace?”

“It was at Johnathan.” She would never call him Sebastian, Clary knew.

“It’s just…” Clary took a deep breath. “It’s almost the same thing. You saw. When you stabbed Sebastian, Jace started to bleed. It’s like theyre—mirrored in someway. Cut Sebastian, Jace bleeds. Kill him, and Jace dies.”

“Clary.” Her mother rubbed her tired eyes. “Can we not discuss this now?”

“But you said you think he’ll come back for me. Jace, I mean. I need to know that you won’t hurt him—”

“Well, you can’t know that. Because I won’t promise it, Clary. I can’t.” Her mother looked at her with unflinching eyes. “I saw the two of you come out of your bedroom.”

Clary flushed. “I don’t want to—”

“To what? Talk about it? Well, too bad. You brought it up. You’re lucky I’m not in the Clave anymore, you know. How long have you known where Jace was?”

“I don’t know where he is. Tonight is the first time i’ve talked ot him since he disappeared. I saw him in the Institute with Seb—Johnathan, yesterday. I told Alec and Isabelle and Simon, and he told Rowan, but I couldn’t tell anyone else. If the Clave got hold of him—I can’t let that happen.”

Jocelyn raised her green eyes. “And why not?”

“Because he’s Jace. Because I love him.”

“He’s not Jace. That’s just it, Clary. He’s not who he was. Can’t you see that—”

“Of course I can see it. I’m not stupid. But I have faith. I saw him possessed before, and I saw him break free of it. I think Jace is still inside there somewhere. I think there’s a way to save him.”

“What if there isn’t?”

“Prove it.”

“You can’t prove a negative Clarissa. I understand that you love him. You always have loved him, too much. You think I didn’t love your father? You think id idn’t give him every chance? And look what came of that. Jonathan. If I hadn’t stayed with your father, he wouldn’t exist—”

“Neither would I,” said Clary. “In case you forgot, I came after my brother, not before.” She looked at her mother, hard. “Are you saying it would have been with it never to have had me if you could get rid of Johnathan?”

“No, I—”

There was the grating sound of keys in a lock, and the apartment door swung open. It was Alec. He wore a long leather duster open over a blue sweater, and there were white flakes of snow in his black hair. His cheeks were candy-apple red from the cold, but his face was otherwise pale.

“Where’s Magnus?” he said. As he looked toward the kitchen, Clary saw a bruise on his jaw, below his ear, about the size of a thumbprint. 

“Alec!” Magnus came skidding into the living room and blew a kiss to his boyfriend across the room. His cat’s eyes shone as he looked at Alec. Rowan, who was half-hidden by the doorway behind him, wrinkled their nose in performative disgust at him, then looked at her, waiting to see if she would laugh. 

She offered a half-smile instead. Clary knew that look; that was herself looking at Jace. Alec didn’t return the gaze, though. He was shucking off his coat and hanging it on a hook on the wall. He was visibly upset. His hands were trembling, his broad shoulders tightly set.

“You got my text?” Magnus asked.

“Yeah. I was only a few blocks away anyway.” Alec looked at Rowan, then Clary, and then at her mother, anxiety and uncertainty warring in his expression. Though Alec had been invited to Jocelyn’s reception party, and had met her several times besides that, they did not by any means know each other well. He and Rowan shared that sentiment. “It’s true, what Magnus said? You saw Jace again?”

“And Sebastian,” said Clary. 

“But Jace,” Alec said. “How was—I mean, how did he seem?”

Clary knew exactly what he was asking; for once she and Alec understood each other better than anyone else in the room. “He’s not playing a trick on Sebastian,” she replied softly. “He really has changed. He isn’t like himself at all.”

“How?” Alec demanded, with an odd blend of anger and vulnerability. “How is he different?”

There was a hole in the knee of Clary’s jeans; she picked at it, scraping the skin underneath. “The way he talks—he believes in Sebastian. Believes in what he’s doing, whatever that is. I reminded him that Sebastian killed Max, even asked about Jensen, and he didn’t seem to care.” Her voice cracked. “He said Sebastian was just as much his brother as much as Max was.”

Alec whitened, the rest sports on his cheeks standing out like bloodstains. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rowan disappear back into the kitchen, followed by the sound of a few cabinet doors slamming. “Did he say anything about me?” he asked. “Or any of us?”

Clary shook her head, hardly able to stand the look on Alec’s face. In the far corner, she could see Magnus watching Alec too, his face almost blank with sadness. She wondered if he was jealous of Jace still, or just hurt on Alec’s behalf. 

“Why did he come to your house?” Alec shook his head. “I don’t get it.”

“He wanted me to come with him. To join him and Sebastian. I guess he wants their evil little duo to be an evil little trio.” She shrugged. “Maybe he’s lonely. Sebastian can’t be the greatest company.”

“We don’t know that. He could be absolutely fantastic at Scrabble,” said Magnus.

“He's a murdering psychopath,” said Alec flatly. “And Jace knows it.”

“But Jace isn’t Jace right now—,” Magnus began, but broke off as a shattering sound, followed by a loud stream of curse words came from the kitchen. Clary, sometimes, forgot that Rowan’s mouth would put a sailor to shame. Then, the phone started ringing, and they called for him, sounding like they were in pain. “I’m going to take care of that,” he said. “Who knows who else might be on the run from the Clave and need a place to stay? It’s not like there are hotels in this city. And maybe that was my favorite mug. What a day!” He padded off toward the kitchen. 

[retphienix]

I haven't played too much today thus far since I'm confined to solo queue and solo play today (oof) but some opinions on some of the adjustments.

Short version: Looking forward to much much more and thoroughly enjoying what I've tried on difficulties 4~8 range (I don't like soloing helldive since I feel tunneled to stealth and jack of all trades loadouts- so not bothering)

Punisher: MUCH better place than it once was and arguably is just where it should be in terms of how primaries are balanced. It does it's job and does it well as an ammo stable slightly harder hitting but slightly more accuracy demanding Breaker. I think I love it? But I am still holding out for the pseudo med armor pen of the slugger once I get that thing (bought it while typing this).

Heavy Laser: MUCH more fun and useful than it was. I actually never considered the "intended use" the devs claimed for pre-patch, it was a damn poor version of a Machine Gun- infinite ammo or not. But as a medium armor pen weapon it definitely shows a lot more promise and effective utility in a loadout.

But.

It kinda still falls into a middle ground between "swarm clearing" and "heavy targeting" that's a bit awkward- definitely has potential in a squad but not something I would recommend to anyone playing solo like I was.

It instantly melts through any medium armor targets like hefty bugs or most bot targets, but it's still entirely useless against heavy armor and as such struggles to tickle chargers outside of post-charge which is the same period of time when literally any weapon can tear them down so- it has found "a place" but that place is strictly medium armor clearing and slight ammo efficiency buff to your other weapons. DECENT buff, definitely needs some more in my opinion- perhaps a complete rework of lasers in general would help as some have posed that "heat" weapons should melt off armor with extended contact. Purely hypothetical, but that'd do it.

Stick to unsafe-charged railguns for heavy stuff, if you're so inclined. (or any other option, I'm just pointing at the recently-brought-in-line-but-still-extremely-effective option)

Flamethrower: 10x more fun and effective, still demands team play or it slacks. The thing does nearly immediately kill anything in its flames that isn't heavily armored. Not sure what people claiming it does well against chargers are on about- unless they mean in team play where nothing else is involved.

In a "literal 1 v 1" with no distractions I think it'd do alright- it acts like the arc thrower in just "doing damage" and not super caring about the armor, but just like the arc thrower it's not an armor destroying monster- it takes TIME to kill the charger (10~ shots of an arc thrower can do it and I find that far more reliable than using a flamethrower).

But, I was solo and dealing with swarms AND chargers, so maybe in that 1v1 scenario it can melt their health bar reasonably, I can't say after 1 field test.

Now, the flamethrower does not in any way need to be an armor killer, I'm just mentioning it as it's one of the two things I tested against. It's MILES better against adds now, but it's not magically a charger killer- it just "can" do the job. Good buff! Still holding out that they implement some CC to fire damage so that enemies are staggered/scared by flames!

120kg barrage: Eeeeh. It's definitely 300% better than it was, for reference the 120 and 380 were fucking useless prior- their gimmick of "A barrage of explosions over a HUGE area" just didn't serve a real purpose in gameplay- not to mention they didn't even, you know, "barrage" an area, they kinda just went "This 9000 square feet area? We're gonna drop... hmmm.... 3 fire crackers in there randomly. Hope that helps!"

NOW, the 120 is actually pretty nice at softening up some objectives because it actually stayed near the intended target area. I tossed one onto 2 different egg batches and saw it genuinely soften up the area- nearly solo'd one 40~ egg batch on its own while killing a lot of the enemies in the area and even knocking out a nest or two I believe. It ACTUALLY serves a nice purpose of "slightly big area getting softened up".

Now, the utility of that depends on what other strategems people bring, but I know my preference for such things would pick something like the orbital barrage for its spammable cannon spray over this thing- but at least it WORKS now- I can see this actually helping!

Shield backpack: It's still insanely good. I genuinely think this is "almost" the perfect nerf because I can't say I think it's entirely overpowered anymore, but I can say it's still an incredibly versatile "get out of jail free" card that skips staggers and damage more often than it doesn't.

I genuinely think increasing its recharge delay in and out of "shield break" did well to make it no longer a borderline invincibility tool that you feel obligated to have at all times on higher difficulties- opening the way to more backpack options in my opinion. Kinda.

Because I said "almost". It's still an insanely useful tool and I still can't rightly say I'd prefer a backpack weapon over it, but perhaps I'm being a coward for disliking sudden slows from hunter tongues. In truth, that's a skill issue now ain't it, I simply think until we have more options to avoid stagger/slow or "ignore a damage source every now and then" like the shield does- the backpack will remain HIGHLY valuable to almost-if-not-certain overpowered degrees.

Still a good nerf in my opinion.

Liberator Concussive: It just got a name change don't go expecting anything. It's still bad and nothing changed beyond getting a much better name.

Railgun: I don't use railgun like at all, but I know what it did (and used a handful of times) prior to the patch and I have seen/heard what it does post patch. Sounds like it now HAS to overcharge to unsafe ranges to accomplish the same thing it did pre-patch in safe.

So like.

That means it's literally the same as it was pre-patch except you have to put some skill, timing, and positioning (to have time to charge) into using it, lol, sounds like a good nerf to me. If you want backpack-less armor pen with ammo to spare then it's still the tool to pick, you just have to use unsafe all the time now which seems more than fair when every other weapon has to be used intelligently to succeed. lmao

Breaker: It literally lost 3 rounds and some max ammo, big whoop lol

Still need to test the 380 and I plan to run the railgun for a few 7-8-9 runs to get a real feel for this new "actually try" era of railgun, but overall I like most of what we got adjusted.

Oh, and the spray and pray, but I'm not holding my breath much. I mean it's DEFINITELY gonna be better than the unusable state it was in, but it's also just not the weapon I'd strive to use much anyway so I'll certainly test it but I don't expect much.

I'm still looking forward to MUCH more in terms of balance adjustments, as I think many are, but I enjoyed what's here.

Also armor works now. It's underwhelming, but I'll be completely honest, I kind of expected as much because speed > armor in 90% of games so I figured armor would get fixed and still not really impact higher difficulty play much.

Maybe later adjustments will make it matter more? But for now it's still "Be fast, bro." and that's fine enough.

[firespirited]

I wasn't able to do what I wanted today but still very pleased.

Yesterday Lily needed an emergency close trim so we could find out if she had splinters or something in her legs and feet (she gets dreadlocks overnight if we don't get her fully dry after a walk in dew or puddles) as she started limping at the end of yesterday's walk, we were crossing a car park and she suddenly slowed down and was keeping weight off one leg. Turns out she has a slight tendinitis above the little nubbin above the front paw, slightly swollen and pink - she's not in pain but we've decided to carry her downstairs to the front lawn instead of walks until the swelling goes down. The trim was delicate work so that set off the neck. The carrying counts towards 'total shoulder use' for the day so no crochet for a while.

+Managed to locate some lost doll eyes which have now been moved to the "eye" zipper bag. Thought i just had the one set but there are two and also some lovely 10mm dark brown eyes for the mermaze whenever I get around to that. it's funny how distressing losing things can be like part of you has decided to drive the other part slightly mad. What a relief!

+My favourite winter trousers are made of wool, by the time I realised they were great and worth getting twice, they'd sold out and I've never seen anything like them again. Over time they got small holes and were partially threadbare at the crotch where you get chub rub. I was thinking about maybe patching them but rethought it after realising they're saggy enough that rehemming the crotch down the legs about 12cm on either side with a slight diagonal at the end to fade into the original hem would be good. It's nice and tough and seamless. 👌

+Compromised on a chore I couldn't complete: Instead of trying all my t-shirts at once, I've been wearing each one at night and deciding if they're too loose. Put them in the wash after. Gradually putting all the too oversized ones to the right of my lil closet regardless of sentimental value. They served me well, they don't fit anymore. Thank you, goodbye (well my sister might claim a few, there's a v neck that looks like nurse Chappelle from Star Trek TOS I'll miss that one).

+End of year hobby or accomplishment 'assessments' always annoy me to bits at first, I start getting miserable and grouchy and then pick up as soon as I actually get down to concrete stuff not the "woulda coulda shouldas". I got the big grumble out of my system and noticed that may-june was the turning point of accepting new limitations and deciding to enjoy gunky bundles of dolls even if I don't customize them all, even if it takes more patience and smaller batches of cleanup. A former client also used the reroot kit i made her to learn, starting with a unravelled yarn I sent and has been doing gorgeous work since. She has such great taste, I did love working for her.

+I've accepted that intracommunity fraud and abuse has always been a problem instead of just being super disappointed in the past 3 or 4 activists with dirty secrets. Unlearning hierarchies and building judgement-free safety nets like community funds, places to stay etc has to be part of the way forward or else people look for leadership or feel they have no-one to turn to and get 'saved' by folks with dodgy intentions. That means fighting for secular, inclusive, accessible shelters and resources even for annoying freaky obnoxious overly needy people. It means rejecting charismatic leaders in favour of committee based decision making even if it's slower and looks less decisive to the centrists. These are patterns of thinking ingrained from childhood in how we think about organising or spirituality or even hobbies.

No we don't need a queen bee. It might take us a few votes to get there but we *will* make decisions by consensus - without pastors/presidents because leadership in western culture is not remotely about serving the people in the actual practice. If I can find a way to communicate one political principle next year it'll be the importance of decentralised work. Little people doing big things slowly not saviours who do some big magic. Every health inspector, every school board member making sure the new building is wheelchair accessible and not built with junk materials. The people making sure medical books include symptoms on black skin. The people who fight to get a piece of road a new speed limit or traffic lights. That sort of 'small' work that saves lives.

+I've had to put off the flu vaccine due to an immune drop. I'd been waffling as I don't have a huge amount of contacts... but as soon as small wounds start healing normally, I'm getting my carer to take me to the pharmacy. Can't trust my neighbours or carer. That's one solid decision made.

+Sis requested that I decorate the Christmas tree as she's not been well but it really matters to her. I asked if I could do just white and silver on the dark green plastic tree - was told that's "not festive or fun" but I asked that she at least see it first. I worked on the settee with the 1m tree beside me so I wouldn't have to use my shoulders (i dumpster dived and scrubbed it in January, it's the biggest we've ever had since childhood. I got sis a mini tree that would move with us instead.). It turned out 'classy' and 'surprisingly very pretty'. 😁😎😘

+I need to find warm boots. Not sure how to go about it as the ones from the same brand as the shoes are sold out and the order cancelled. I'm going to try second hand and keep looking at men's hiking and snow shoes as they'll have the width and flat soles needed. Still no way of getting to an actual thrift or shoe store. I've donated several pairs of lovely but not right for my posture boots and hope they found good homes.

+Another resolution is to take any guilt i feel from donation request posts and go look at how they're living before I spiral. This isn't about my general circle here on tumblr. You all are doing the mostest on so little.

But in april when that youtuber did a donation drive, there had just been a couple of other people asking for money and i'd felt really awful. Then later i'd actually clicked the full link and the ask was more than I live off for months, people living way above their means, people not thinking to put their fun money aside for their pet's inevitable needs. This spring Lily wasn't doing great and I was considering how to proceed when she's gone: If I have the savings and energy necessary to properly care for a dog. At the time I was unable to carry her to go outside when she struggled with stairs and the vet bills for a full x-ray to dx arthritis and pain meds were double what they were just 3 years ago for Ginger.

I don't know how to work it into a routine but I'm done being guilted by people who don't think a pet comes with expenses or who take a trip or spend massively instead of having even a tiny cushion for the next emergency. Of course I don't mean people living from paycheck to paycheck, disabled folks who can't have savings, let alone 'no treats ever, no avocado toast' but we're not talking about a roommate running out on the rent or a medical emergency just terrible financial literacy and aggressive demands for help. Worst was one person got sick from a convention where they partied unmasked, travelled unmasked then weren't able to do a gig job they'd planned to pay it off because they were on credit the whole time and then were like "I'm multiply marginalised you all owe me and it's your fault my pets will die" but worded cleverly enough to get past my defenses and red flags until a careful re-read of surrounding context. 😬

I've gotten high on the relative safety of the past few years, mostly emotional safety and free healthcare safety and forgotten that this is a very carefully curated safety by living frugal in maladaptive ways so when the washing machine dies it's not the apocalypse it's just a lot of extra work. I don't want to be the asshole that says learn to spend better. But maybe I'm not the asshole for dismissing your post when you're asking someone who you wouldn't ask if you had any idea.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 608, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1131

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: Hey there one and all! So, I decided not to participate in Kinktober this year- I’m still reeling over the loss of a very dear friend of mine who friendbombed me in February. I’m so terribly sorry everyone. Please don’t hate me.

“This is Halloween, everybody scream Won't you please make way for a very special guy Our man Jack is king of the Pumpkin Patch Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now

This is Halloween, this is Halloween 'Alloween, 'alloween 'Alloween, 'alloween

In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song”

I sighed dreamily as I watched my husband rise up out from the ground in a vampire pose before spreading his arms triumphantly, greeting the citizens of Halloweentown with his glorious Pumpkin King persona.

“YAY YAY!” screamed little girl, leading a war dance of happy babies around the stage area. “YAY YAY!”

“YAY YAY!” chorused Baby Tommy, Baby Noah, Baby Noah, Baby Eve, Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy and Baby Jojo in creepy unison.

Everyone burst out into amused chuckles at the cuteness of the Ratajczyk babies as Ken Anderson swooped in and plucked up Baby Mattie for a quick little cuddle.

“Coochie coochie coo!” he cooed, breaking out into laughter when the cheeky little man reached up and snatched his hat from his head.

“Bah bah booboo!” babbled the happy little man as the other babies promptly swarmed the director.

“Free Baby Mattie!” screamed little girl, causing for the tiny babies to promptly latch onto his legs and feet, creating an utterly adorable picture that I could not help but capture on my cell phone to be posted online. “Free Baby Mattie!”

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I giggled at the row of RELEASE THE BABIES that were popping up in the comment section before stuffing my cell phone away into my bra.

“Help!” Ken Anderson bleated, looking like he was in trouble from the swarm of babies that had descended onto him. “SOS! Help! Someone save me!”

“Wake me up!” Elizabeth sang out in a teasing tone of voice.

“Wake me up inside!” Katie joined in from her spot on the couch with an ice pack over her casted foot.

“I can’t wake up!” Elizabeth belted out.

“Wake me up inside!” Katie sang out.

“Save me!” Ken Anderson giggled at the girls’ playfulness, limped over to take a seat next to Katie, immediately being swarmed by the Ratajczyk babies climbing up onto him. “Help! I’m being assaulted by babies!”

Peter was laughing as he came over with me trailing close behind, where we both plucked the sweet babies off from the Broadway super director.

“Oh, thank you, thank you both for saving me!” Ken Anderson bemoaned, his nose wrinkling up before his head lurched forward in a violent sneeze, colliding with Baby Tommy’s forehead and sending him flying.

“BABY TOMMY!” little girl yelled before catching her little brother before he hit the floor, ending with both babies on the floor.

Baby Tommy reached into his mouth and fearlessly tugged out his baby tooth, holding it out on the palm of his hand before-

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…”

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…” screamed little girl, Baby Noah, Baby Eve, Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy and Baby Jojo, clearly picking up on their older brother’s distress.

“Oh no Baby Tommy!” I gasped, swooping in to offer aid. “Did you just lose you wittle baby tooth?”

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…”

“It’s alright now, sweet babies, adorable babies,” I crooned, peppering motherly kisses onto his little baby nose. “Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, little round tummy,” I sang as Elizabeth and Katie both swooped in to keep the manically screaming babies off to the side for a calm down time. “Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, kiss kiss kiss.”

“Oh no.”

I turned my head and sighed wearily at the sight of Baby Teddy clutching at his freshly bleeding nose.

“Oh no,” he continued to mutter as blood dripped onto the floor from his poor baby nose. “Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…”

Peter then swooped in and plucked up Baby Teddy into his arms, plugging his nose while I dealt with Baby Tommy’s expelled baby tooth.

“Little girl, can you be mommy’s big girl and keep pressure on Baby Teddy’s nose until we can get to a doctor?” I asked her. The five year old let out one last sniffle before toddling up to her beloved godfather to get a quick lesson in how to stop a bloodied nose.

“Mommy, mesies mouthie broken?” sniveled Baby Tommy, still pretty freaked out over losing a tooth.

“What? Oh Nonono, your baby mouthie isn’t broken!” I told him. “Your teeth will fall out to make way for your adult teethies!”

“NO!”

Ken Anderson shuffled forward with an apologetic expression spread across his face.

“I’m so sorry Baby Tommy, mama,” he meeped out in a timid tone of voice. “Here, he can put his little tooth in here.” He handed me a little wooden box with a slide off lid. “I got it with my subscription hair product box. He can use it for his sacrifice to the tooth fairy!”

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[beomiracles]

「 PRETTY PRINCESS 」 part V ─ blue mushrooms sting

SYNOPSIS taking a wrong turn in the 4th dimension Beomgyu finds himself two centuries behind his own with no way back, though meeting a pretty princess like you, does not seem so wrong…?

pairings timetraveler beomgyuxprincess female!reader warnings swearing

#serene adds ✎... been super busy this week but I'm glad I managed to get this out !! chapter index

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“Ow! that stings”, Beomgyu exclaims as a thorn bush cuts through his sleeve, yet again. “Quit whining, in this pace we won’t make it back before sunset”, you groan as you march on forward. Your dress hiked up above your knees as you stepped through the muddy trenches. 

Besides the mysterious drop of faith, Endora had everything she needed for the potion with the exception of a certain mushroom. Her words, “it only grows a certain time of year and is incredibly difficult to harvest, I like to save myself the trouble”. 

And so you and Beomgyu had set out to find said mushroom, bringing along only a small knife and a pouch to store the plant in. The walk so far had been a complete misery, with thorn bushes covering your path that slowly descended into a muddy mess. 

Every step became heavier as you sank further into the ground. “She could’ve just used her little wooden stick and this would’ve been done in a second”, Beomgyu mutters as he frees himself from the grip of the thorn bush. 

“She already told us, magic doesn’t work for harvesting her materials”, you shrug, “besides she’s doing so much for us already, it’s the least we can do to repay the favor”. Beomgyu lets out a short breathy laugh behind you, “she’s just sayin’ shit to get by, princess”. 

You frown, “you ought to-”, your words are swallowed by the shriek that leaves you as your foot catches on a snare and you stumble forward. Though you never hit the ground. A firm grip on your wrist and an arm around your waist is quick to catch you. 

“Careful, princess”, Beomgyu smirks above you, his face seemingly closer than ever. “Wouldn’t wanna ruin that pretty dress”. His grip on your waist doesn’t falter and you begin to wonder how many times he’s had his arms around you the past day. 

He swiftly pulls you up to stand straight and you clear your throat awkwardly. “I uh, I think the dress is quite ruined already”, you say as you look down to the mud that engraved itself on the thin garment. 

Beomgyu doesn't reply as he looks at you, you’re unable to read his expression. “Oh uhm…you can let me go, I assure you I won’t fall a second time..”, you say when you notice the way he’s still holding onto you. 

“Oh right”, he mumbles as he quickly lets go of you. There’s a brief moment of silence, neither of you seem to know what to say as you glance around the swampy forest. Your eyes land on a small patch of color, blue. 

“They’re very easy to spot as they grow in small groups, their bright blue color gives them little to no camouflage so I have no doubts about them being a trouble to find”. Endora had said as she shoved the small pouch and knife into your hands. 

Blue, it had to be them. “Over there”, you say as you point in the direction of the pop of color. Beomgyu squints, “where?”. Rolling your eyes you grab his wrist as you pull him along. 

Upon closer inspection you can in fact make out that they’re very much mushrooms. “You sure it’s them?” Beomgyu asks as you kneel down to have a closer look. “I mean, one can never be one hundred percent certain”, you nod, “but these should be them”. 

“If only we had google to aid us”, Beomgyu sighs behind you. You turn to look at him, “what on earth is a google?”. He grins, “someone who can answer any question and solve any problem”. 

Your eyes widen in disbelief, “really? anything?”. Beomgyu nods triumphantly, “sure, nothing’s impossible for google”. “Have you met them?” you ask and watch as Beomgyu waves his hand as if it were obvious, “‘course I’ve met google, me and him are close”. 

“Close..?”. “Yeah, y’know, buddies, he’s been with me through thick and thin”, he explains as he squats down beside you to study the mushrooms. “Are you saying google would know what to do in this situation?”

“Oh definitely”, Beomgyu reaches for a mushroom, “but I’m sure we’ll manage”. Just before his fingers can graze the blue plant you swat them away, “wait!”. You turn to him, “didn’t Endora mention that harvesting them was rather difficult? I don’t suppose we are to simply grab them”. 

Beomgyu frowns as he bites the inside of his cheek, “you might be right..”. He quickly finds the small pocket knife you had been given. Twisting it skillfully around in his hand once before he cuts one of the mushrooms by the root. 

He brings the mushroom up with a smirk, “well that was easy enough”, he comments as he turns the small plant between his fingers. You watch him nervously, you weren’t too sure that it was all that simple. 

“She really is quite dramati- fuck!”, he then exclaims, the mushroom falls to the ground as he cradles his fingers. Frowning, you pick up a stick as you turn the mushroom. A bright blue liquid seeped out from the bottom of the stalk, you guessed it to be what had stung Beomgyu. 

“We must pull it by the root to prevent that liquid from spilling out, I’m sure we need it for the potion..”, you mumble as you poke the stick around the mushrooms. Beomgyu whines next to you, “what the fuck is that”. 

He brings his fingers up to his mouth but you quickly grab his wrist, “don’t! your tongue might start burning too for all we know”, you say and he immediately drops his hand again. 

“Here, let me see”, you pull his hand toward you as you examine his thumb and index finger. Small blisters had begun to form on them and the skin around looked red and irritated. 

Acting out of habit you gather saliva in your mouth before spitting on his fingers. You make sure to coat your own fingers in saliva before you rub his. Beomgyu had gone silent beside you at your actions, “did you just…spit on me?”. 

His words cause your face to heat up and your gaze remains fixated on his hand. “Saliva has a…soothing effect, my mom taught it to me when I was little…I used to always get burnt by stinging nettles, you see..”, you keep yourself distracted as you ramble on. 

“It does feel better though, doesn’t it?” you ask as you hesitantly glance up at Beomgyu who was watching you with fascination. “Yeah…strangely it does”, he mumbles as he brings his fingers up to his face. 

Coughing slightly you turn your attention back toward the mushrooms. “Then let us try and pull them by the root”, you dig up the dirt around one of the mushrooms before pulling it as carefully as possible. It takes a moment but the plant slowly lifts, bringing along its roots. 

Proudly you wave it in front of Beomgyu who scowls. Shoving it inside the pouch you turn to look at him, “now we just do that about four more times”. 

After successfully making it back to the hut around dinner time, you hand Endora the small pouch with mushrooms. “Oh how wonderful!”, she examines the plants closely, “I shall get started immediately”, she states. 

With a flick of her wooden cane a large cauldron appears, Beomgyu raises an eyebrow, “you witches actually use these?”. Endora gives him a glare, “why wouldn’t we, boy?”. “Shit looks heavy”, he points at the large metal bowl. 

“Are you implying weakness on me?”, the witch says as she looks at him challengingly. Beomgyu looks between the heavy cauldron and the small wrinkly witch, he smirks, “of course not, ma’am”. 

“And I don’t suppose you could lift it yourself?” Endora asks as she raises an eyebrow. Beomgyu scoffs, “you underestimate me, old lady”. You were about to whack him for the way he spoke to the witch but Endora only seemed delighted at the challenge. 

“Well go on then, why don’t you bring it to that table over there?” she points a crooked finger toward the small table that had appeared next to the purple couch. “Pfft, piece of cake”, Beomgyu says as he rolls up his sleeves. 

Marching toward the cauldron with confident strides he cracks his knuckles once, twice, three times before gripping the pot firmly. When it doesn’t budge he frowns, when his second and third attempt fails to move the cauldron by a mere inch, Endora interrupts. 

“Do you need a hand, dear?” 

“Not at all, rest your weak arms”, he mutters as he readjusts his grip on the cauldron. “Maybe-” “Don’t worry your pretty mind princess, I’ve got this”,  Beomgyu says as you try to interfere. You worried he might break a rib, or two, possibly even his back. 

To your surprise, and Endora’s dismay, Beomgyu actually managed to lift said cauldron. Stumbling his way toward the table, he slams it down. Turning to you with his everlasting smirk as he pretends to wipe sweat off his face, “what’d I say? piece of fucking cake”. 

“I’d say luck”, Endora retorts as she makes her way over. Beomgyu rolls his eyes. “What will the next step be?” you inquire as you lean to look over the cauldron. 

“Now it is time for me to work my magic”, Endora giggles, “no pun intended”, she continues to giggle to herself as she summons different small bottles and herbs. You glance over at Beomgyu who seems equally unimpressed by her weak punchline. 

Endora works efficiently as she measures and pours different liquids into the cauldron, it turns from a neon green to a light blue to a deep purple to a…well a lot of colors. She crunches herbs in, making the potions sizzle and bubble slightly. You had yet to figure out exactly what powered the whole thing but you guessed it to be more of the witch’s magic. 

“Isn’t this just so thrilling?” Endora says as she stirs the potion clockwise, it was according to her very important if one wanted to travel forward in time. 

“Very”, you mumble as you glance over at Beomgyu. He had passed out on the small purple couch over half an hour ago. His tall frame covered the whole couch and his legs limply hung off the edge. 

“One would think the boy had never slept before”, Endora mutters without sparing Beomgyu a glance. “Undoubtedly”, you mumble, your gaze lingering by his sleeping figure. “And one would think you had a thing for the boy”, the witch’s words have you immediately averting your gaze from Beomgyu. 

“Where would one get such an assumption?” you say as you glance down at your hands. Endora scoffs, “you take me for a fool, dear”. She gives the potion another stir, “these eyes may be old, and a little blurry, but they know what they see”. 

You smile rather awkwardly, “and what is it that your eyes may see?”.─“A disgustingly ill mannered boy, and a loud snorer”, she snorts and your eyes widen in surprise. 

She’s quiet for a few moments before she speaks again, “though I suppose they also see a certain charm to it, at least for a princess”. 

“Do not humor me”, you mutter as you turn to glance along the crowded bookshelves. “Who says I am?” Endora retorts, “do you mean to tell me that you spare no feelings for the boy?”. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, for I have known the man less than a week”, you splutter as you turn to look at her. You fold your arms over your chest, “you ought to know when you’re overstepping”. 

Endora grins, “perhaps, but the princess remains a terrible liar yet”. 

The potion was as good as finished by dinner time and now all that was left was for it to sit another thirty days before you needed to add the drop of faith. Gathered around the small table in the kitchen you ate in silence. 

Beomgyu had to your surprise made no complaints about the food and kept his gaze cast downward. You glance over at Endora, the witch seems deep in thought as she leisurely pokes at her food. You were almost certain that she didn’t feel hunger the same way you and Beomgyu did, though you appreciated her joining you. 

“How uhm,” you clear your throat, “how are we to solve the question about Beomgyu’s whereabouts”. “I certainly cannot hide him in my bedchambers for yet another thirty days”. 

Endora looks at you thoughtfully, “I suppose he could always stay with me”, the witch grins as she gives Beomgyu a sly wink, “I could use a pair of strong hands around the house”. Beomgyu almost chokes on his food next to you as he gives you a pleading glance.

“I…I’m sure he would be grateful to stay, though I think it may be best if he comes back to the palace-” 

“Do not fret dear, for I have no intentions of swaying what’s yours”, Endora says as the corner of her lip twitches upward into a smirk. Your face flushes red as you cough, “you are mistaken”. 

Endora rolls her eyes but you ignore her as you continue, “Though I cannot possibly barge in with him the way he is right now, perhaps-”

“Leave that to me dear, for I am not a witch for nothing”, Endora says as she gets up. “Now you rest, you have a long day ahead tomorrow”. 

The sheets rustle as Beomgyu turns around in bed so that he now faces you. Laying flat on your back, you gaze up at the ceiling. You wondered what Endora’s words had meant, though you decided to trust them. 

The witch was nothing like what she had been portrayed as by castle maids and guards. You wondered if you should try and have your father lift the ban against her, but that would most likely be impossible. Besides, she seemed content with living out here, in her own world. An odd world indeed. 

“What’d she mean earlier?” Beomgyu’s soft voice carries out into the dark room. You flinch, having expected him to be asleep by now, he was always out like a light, though not tonight it seemed. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, your eyes don't leave the ceiling though you can feel Beomgyu’s gaze on you as he speaks. “That she had ‘no intention of swaying what’s yours’”. 

So he did catch on to that. You had desperately hoped he hadn’t. It takes you a moment to reply and when you do your voice is uncertain. “She says a lot of things, not all of it has a greater meaning behind them..” 

Beomgyu chuckles beside you, “no ‘course not”. The sheets rustle once again as he scoots closer. “I suppose…I’m just curious..”, his voice is closer now, much closer. You can feel his warm breath on the side of your face and you pray he is unable to read the expression on your face. 

“Whatever for”, you mumble as you turn your head away slightly. You can practically hear the smirk tugging at his lips as he speaks, “the way you think you have some sort of claim on me, all because I ended up at your balcony that night”, he chuckles, “it’s cute”. 

His words have your mind spinning, they make little to no sense in your ears. You found him immensely difficult to read. “I don’t…I don’t think that”, you whisper. Your throat feels dry, incredibly dry and your lungs are tight. 

Beomgyu hums next to you, “relax princess, I’m just playin’ with you”, he leans back against his side of the bed again and you let out a shaky breath. “Games are supposed to be played only when both parties have agreed on them ”, you mutter and Beomgyu laughs beside you. 

“M’bad princess, I’ll remember that next time”. Next time?

There’s a silence that follows before he speaks once again, “what if I’d like to stay here?”. You frown, you had simply assumed he would feel more comfortable going back to the palace with you rather than being left alone with the witch. 

Perhaps you had been wrong. “Do you want to stay here?”, you can’t hide the disappointment that surely portrays in your tone. 

“No”. 

The sheets rustle a third time as he gets comfortable on the bed, his back now faces you. “I’ll go where you go”, he yawns, “goodnight, princess”. 

It takes a moment before you fully register his words. When you do he gives you no chance to inquire about them further as light snores fill the room. 

What a strange man he was.

The next morning you set off early as planned, though before you left Endora worked her magic. 

“Stay still, boy”, she groaned as Beomgyu shuffled around on the spot. The sun had yet to rise and you were standing outside the small cottage. 

“It won’t hurt will it?” Beomgyu tenitavely asks. Endora rolls her eyes, “of course not, what do you take me for?”. He grins, “don’t make me answer that, ma’am”. 

The witch waves her cane toward him but Beomgyu sways out of its way. “Oh I ought to-”

“Why don’t we get to the spellwork?” you interrupt, desperate to end whatever banter was going on. Endora mutters a few curses under her breath as she turns to Beomgyu once more. 

“Alright, stay put and it’ll be a second”, she says as she flicks her wooden cane. Before Beomgyu has the chance to object, a light encloses him. 

It shines brighter than anything you had ever witnessed before and had you bringing a hand up to cover your eyes. When the shimmer eventually faded all that was left was…Beomgyu. But he looked different now. 

He almost looked like…

“You made me a goddamn prince?”

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[sugar-petals]

Any guesses on SVT members’ IDs? The only hills I’m willing to die on are SD Mingyu, D Wonwoo, DC Vernon and R Seungkwan

SEVENTEEN’s kibbe body type IDs. 

+ a type-fitting outfit to see them in their best lines, and a quick classical seasonal color guess = color palette that suits them best. for reference:

woozi - Soft Gamine 

prints, cropped lines, color pops, fluffy hair, accessories, layering, variable makeup, youthful style, patches and material mix, a mix of cute and sexy, contrasts, garment construction, casual, cool + stylish, waist emphasis

color season: WINTER

vernon - Dramatic Classic 

super simple lines, symmetry, dark color, smooth but stable fabrics, no accessories, orderly hair, deep V’s, nothing fashion forward needed, minimal makeup, piping, traditional > innovative cuts, playing with geometry

color season: AUTUMN

seungkwan - Pure Romantic

curls, encrusted sparkling surfaces, glitz & ample shine, even a hyper-glamorous extreme, glossy hair and makeup, heavy blended eyeshadow and lip tint, excess jewelry and sequins, mature and dazzling fashion, no contrast

color season: WINTER

dino - Soft Natural

sporty, head to toe color impression, contrast, straight hair, overall eclectic, waist emphasis, thicker fabrics, leather and stretch, belts, muted color, athleisure, slight tailoring but focus on hourglass shape, drapes

color season: SUMMER

s.coups - Theatrical Romantic 

sensual/opulent mixed with strong dark constucted angles, styled like a royal, coiffed but shining hair, soft movable fabrics framed by suits, swirls or patterns with some contrast, satin, heavy makeup, think taemin

color season: WINTER

jeonghan - Soft Classic

flowing yet unembellished lines, letting the fabric drape be the ornament, soft wavy hair parted in the middle, symmetrical clean cuts, old money leisure aesthetic, unobtrusive outfits that are delicate or understated

color season: SUMMER

wonwoo - Pure Dramatic 

towering vertical lines filled with asymmetry, bnw contrast, deep color, futuristic fashion, large accessories, all black and heavy fabrics, sharp sleek hair, intense eye makeup and brows, pointed shoulders, faux leather, severity

color season: WINTER

mingyu - Soft Dramatic

overall T-shape silhouette and plenty of reflective details, dark and elongated lines, asymmetry, sleek waves, tailoring rather than bulky fabric, overt elegance, shining makeup, sharp shoulders, velvet, overdressing = impossible 

color season: AUTUMN

joshua - Soft Classic 

less is more, preppy and pretty, 0% unusual detailing, balanced look, sheen or plain fabric surface, casual, gently fluffed up pastel hair with symmetry, no contrast or too-heavy tailoring, bit of waist emphasis, blended makeup

color season: SPRING

jun - Pure Natural 

extra cozy clothing, dressing down > statement, heavy knits plaits jeans and loose outlines, messy hair, no tailoring or contrasting color, no waist emphasis, no extremes in any way, zero effort, no makeup, earth color, boy next door

color season: AUTUMN

hoshi - Theatrical Romantic 

soft peplums and ruffles, lace and plenty of small detailing, transparent fabrics and a bit of collar construction, a balance of strong brows and soft makeup, shiny and ornamented surfaces, waist cinch, accessories, black color

color season: WINTER

minghao - Flamboyant Gamine 

free pass for going all out, overstating > careful dressing, throwing everything into the salad bowl, color blocks, any hair variety, a bit of a vertical line, not too soft fabrics, crazy and cool designs, mullets, dressing like you’re from 2080

color season: WINTER

dk - Soft Dramatic 

extravagance, deep color, fashionable and full of pizzazz, head to toe color, drapes and pearls and sequins, beautiful silky or curled hair, showcasing the shoulders, extreme contrast, long sleeves, stripes, waist belt

color season: SUMMER

i've also seen a good analysis with more picture links done by @coffeeshoptalkks! 

[riseofthecommonwoodpile]

what's the best place to start with dean blunt and / or inga copland - you reviewed a lot of their albums and I remember them being super praised in like tmt a decade ago - is it the one with the praying hands?

sometimes i get anons that feel like a kind zookeeper has found the ultimate enrichment object for my particular species of insane person

but yes i L O V E dean and inga, but their discography is uh. a bit intimidating lmao (as of right now i have 42 releases by them in my iTunes). at one point, i made an hour long playlist for people looking to get into them, which i cannot seem to find, but if anyone wants it send me an ask or a message and i'll re-create it and upload on my google drive or something. my own personal top 10 looks like this:

Lolina- Lolita EP

Dean Blunt- Jill Scott Herring OST

Dean Blunt & Inga Copeland- Black is Beautiful

Lolina- The Smoke

Dean Blunt- Stone Island

Babyfather- 419

Dean Blunt- The Redeemer

Babyfather- "BBF" Hosted By DJ Escrow

Lolina- RELAXIN' With Lolina

Hype Williams- One Nation

But I think some of these (especially the top 2) really, *really* benefit from a broad knowledge of their work as a whole, and are not really the kind of place to get started with them. this is true of their discography far more than most artists. their work is best experienced cumulatively, and is very purposefully fragmentary; charitably intertextual and abstract, uncharitably half-finished and tossed off. so i'm kinda worried that no album i give you will be like, "the one".

BUT REGARDLESS, let's do it anyways, though i am going to be insufferable and give you three suggestions as different possible places to start, but all total it's under an hour of music, so i don't think i'm being unreasonable:

Copeland's RELAXIN' With Lolina (under her Lolina project) is a three song EP of. uh. pop music? i guess? the stuff she's done under the Lolina name is (mostly) structured something like dance pop, but with the parts replaced ship of Theseus style until it becomes unsettling and weird, intimidating, threatening. her melodies are *wildly* memorable, but the spaces they're put in are so sparse and the words so cryptically evocative that she feels at the center like both victim and aggressor. wildly out of tune pianos, heavily slapback delayed drums, shitty synth wind instrument patches, it's all so off-putting and so satisfyingly good (and it'll become less off-putting the more you hear).

Dean Blunt's Stone Island is my favorite example of Blunt's R&B / indie pop / singer-sampler...thing he does (see also Black Metal, The Redeemer, SOUL ON FIRE, etc.), hypnagogic loops of light guitar, some washed out synths, string samples, unhurried drum loops, etc. backing his uniquely normal voice. he's not a "good" singer by any means, almost always pitchy, kinda unsure, but his voice *is* uniquely evocative in how it so often sounds like someone singing to themselves rather than singing to an audience, creating this subjective space, a space of interiority that Blunt uses to create his own kind of subtler unsettling darkness. The loops on "Three" imply a triumphant kind of melancholy, ask for empathy, and then Blunt sings about how "nobody's gonna catch you when you falling down, and nobody's gonna want you when I run you out of town." it's brilliant.

And then Cypher, from Blunt's Babyfather project (his most explicitly hip-hop oriented) takes up both a very different side of him as well as calling back to the hallucinatory sampledelia of Hype Williams. the way it moves between ideas is genuinely dreamlike, a sort of free association that makes sense intuitively but rarely logically, sounds played backward and forward, stretched, degraded, layered, spliced, ruined. I will admit that the first time i heard it it got on my fucking nerves (the amount of reversed vocals and rhythm tracks is grating if you aren't sure where it's going), but I think being kinda frustrated and annoyed is also part of the Hype Williams Extended Universe Experience, so hey! it also is the one here with the easiest to divine political content, which is usually present in their work (if rarely explicit).

If you like RELAXIN', check out Lolina's The Smoke next. If you like Stone Island, then do The Redeemer. And if Cypher works for you, go to "BBF" Hosted By DJ Escrow to focus on the hip-hop influences, and One Nation for the hallucinatory, sample-focused trip.

I hope that helps!!

[heavenbarnes]

the tie that binds

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: swearing, unprotected sex (mine is fiction, yours isn’t, wrap it), masturbation (female r), dirty talk, mentions of fingers, mentions of oral sex, sub!bucky (ish), dom!reader (ish), dry humping, tit sucking, cuming inside, light bondage

Word Count: 2323

this started with me mouthing off one night, so it is only right that i see my thoughts through x

There wasn’t really a time where Bucky didn’t look good enough to eat, to you at least. The sight of both his wrists strapped tight to the posts of your headboard wasn’t any exception to this rule, it damn near wrote it.

More to this was hidden in the essence of it, really. Before anything else, before he is your boyfriend, Bucky is a chemically-engineered-super-soldier capable of stopping a moving vehicle. The blush pink ribbons around his wrists are nothing to his strength, yet they kept him restrained.

It’s more the principle of it, he’s a good boy at the heart of things.

Bringing the camera up to your eyeline, you gently pressed the shutter button, a click sounding before the image slowly started to print for you. All six foot and two inches of him sat against the head of the bed, legs splayed out and cock painfully hard behind the black briefs.

This was one for the album.

Well, it was more your bedside draw, littered with polaroid photos of Bucky in compromising positions. Tonight was no different, of course you needed a snapshot of his head tipping back as he begged for you to come just a little closer.

“What, like here?” Teasing him, you placed one foot on the end of the mattress.

He sighed in response, kicking his leg out a little further just to even have the heat of your skin graze his. You placed the camera down beside the bed, heading back over to where you were and admiring your view.

Pressing your knees to the duvet, you perched in front of him, sat just a little inside the V his legs created. This man was trained in combat, even if he didn’t want to break his binds, he could use his legs and have you pinned for him in an instant.

But he didn’t, he’s a good boy at the heart of things.

Untucking your feet from beneath yourself, you sat back on your behind as you slowly spread your legs before him. Each of your feet sat very close to Bucky’s calves, close enough to leave featherlight teasing touches if you chose to.

Thighs spread and knees bent, the sheer panties with embroidered hearts did the very least to keep anything from him. The way his eyes immediately fell on your pussy, you knew he could see the way you were already dripping.

A groan emitted deep from his chest, veins running up the length of his throat as he whined for you. “Pull those to the side, give me a peek.”

No matter who was tied up, who was supposedly calling the shots, Bucky always seemed to have the final say. Maybe it was in the way he said it, he was very hard to say no to.

You brought two fingers down, hooking into the seat of your underwear and pulling them to the side. The strangled gasp he treated you to, upon seeing your bare cunt before him, that was enough to make you clench around nothing in particular.

Slowly but surely, you ran two fingers along the length of your slit, collecting the wetness that lay there. Bringing your fingers to your clit, you rubbed it gently to start, sighing as you felt the energy that began to move through you.

Bucky’s chest stuttered as he watched the way you moved against yourself, the sounds and the reactions that you were drawing out of yourself. His cock twitched behind the thin briefs, a wet patch that’d formed the moment you fastened the first ribbon was steadily growing in size.

Your other hand laid behind you, propping yourself up as you rolled your hips into your own touch, spreading the wetness across your pussy as you sped up. Hazy eyes met with Bucky’s as he drew his gaze away from the meeting of your thighs, he looked hungry and nearly desperate.

He could work just a little bit harder.

“God, this feels so good.” The whine in your voice pricked his ears up, that heady cry in your voice.

“Then come sit up here and let me do it better.”

Narrowing your eyes, you shot him an almost inquisitive look. He shrugged his shoulders, offer remaining out on the table as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip.

“What’s in it for me?” He laughed at your question, knowing full well that you just wanted to hear those dirty words leave his mouth.

“I’ll let you ride it, my cock, my face,” He offered up, eyes coming right back to where your fingers played. “You name it and it’s yours, baby.”

You nodded slowly, as if you were actually considering giving in this easily and this quickly. Rather, you moved your fingers lower before sinking them inside you to the knuckle.

Bucky choked back whatever sound was threatening to slip out into the open and give away his true feelings. That collected façade he was presenting at the moment could be ruined with one desperate whimper or even a mess in his pants.

“Sounds nice,” Your voice stayed in different, a little hot. “Tell me more.”

Watching intently at the way you fucked yourself, keenly moving your fingers and eliciting filthy noises that had Bucky lifting his hips from the mattress. You saw the way the veins on his right arm became prominent, using all his strength to do the opposite of what it was made for. 

“You don’t have to do a thing, you just lay back and put your legs over my shoulders, I’ll have my mouth on that sweet little pussy till you’re begging me to stop.”

He saw the way you clenched around your fingers, how your elbow supporting you weakened, how your breath stuttered. He saw it as the open door that it was.

“You know my fingers are longer and they’re thicker, you can sit on those if that’s what it takes and have you tight around them.”

Your hips rolled forward, pace of your own fingers quickening with the movement. Reaching your thumb up, you rolled it against your clit, eyes simultaneously rolling back in your head.

“Let me feel you cum around my fingers, my mouth on your tits just the way you like.”

Catching eyes with him, he could see it written all over your face. He shook his head, teeth digging into his lip as his voice came over you with the sternest tone he could muster.

“Don’t you dare cum, baby let me do that for you.”

You never let up, fingers still moving between your thighs as the sounds of Bucky’s ultimatums fell on unwilling ears.

“At least come sit on my lap, do it on me, cum on me.”

This captured your attention, the flutter in your stomach telling you that he once again had more control than you’d care to admit. Slowly removing your fingers with a sound that had Bucky tense all over, you shuffled yourself up the bed and closer to him.

Sliding his hips down the mattress a little, you sat yourself in Bucky’s lap with a slight shake in your thighs. Relaxing into him, you felt just how hard he was as it pressed straight against your sensitive heat.

“Atta’ girl, rub that pretty pussy right on my cock.”

Rolling your hips against him, the drag of the soft material of his briefs against you had your back arching and chest pressing into him. The ridges of his length felt like sweet heaven against you as you bucked your hips into his.

His eyes drifted from the pleasure cast across your face, to where your hips moved against each other. He could feel all of you, even through the fabric of his underwear, the wetness was soaking through and making it harder for him to hold composure.

Bringing your hands to your chest, you tweaked at your nipples and pulled gently. It was enough to have a cry spilling from your lips, Bucky moaning in retaliation as you rutted against his lap.

“Put them in my mouth, sweet girl.” 

Lifting slightly up from him, you placed one hand on the back of his head as his lips wrapped around your nipple. He sucked the sensitive skin as you kept moving your hips against him.

Your orgasm was nearly there, it was in your sights and it was so close you could taste it. Feeling the wetness spreading below you, the way his mouth moved against your breast, you hips bucked erratically as you neared that edge.

The moment you felt his teeth come down around the bud of your nipple, your head tipped back with a cry, fingers tightening in his hair as you came in Bucky’s lap. His name fluttered off your lips as you felt it roll through you.

He never let up, coaxing you through the rolling waves that hit you hard and fast. Your chest rose and fell as you collected yourself, pulling his head back and shuffling out of his lap.

His voice broke through the blood rushing in your ears as he called out to you. Borderline begging for you to come back and put it on him, how he wasn’t done yet, how he needed you.

You sat back, letting him wear himself out as you caught your breath again, gently running your hand along your pussy as he could do nothing but watch. His voice break, there was desperation well and truly in his tone as he he barked your name.

“I swear to God, if you don’t come back here and let me cum deep in your little cunt, I will-”

“You’ll what, Bucky?” You bit back, moving between his thighs and rolling onto your front. “You know, you kind of suck at doing what you’re told.”

“You cannot just cum in my lap, leave me covered in you and then leave me on the edge.”

You rolled your eyes, fingers tracing gently up one of his thick thighs. Sighing as you spoke, you got dangerously close to the hem of his ruined briefs.

“Who said I was going to? I was going to let you fuck my mouth, cum right down my throat.”

Seeing his expression change, he knew he’d fucked up. Maybe if he’d kept his mouth shut he’d get his release, it was starting to look dangerously like he wasn’t getting sweet fuck all.

“Baby, I’m sorry-”

“But if this is how you want to carry on.”

Getting back onto your knees, your gripped the edges of his underwear and pulled them right down and off. His cock sprung back and slapped against his stomach. The purple head was still leaking pre-cum, getting so close to what he needed but having it ripped away just as quick.

Hovering above his lap, you ran your fingers over your pussy before you parted it, sinking down in one motion onto his length. Bucky treated you to a pathetic whine, the sound dying in his throat as you tightened around him.

Patiently waiting for you to move on him, he shot you a confused look after you didn’t make the first motion. You raised your arms, looping them around his neck and waiting patiently yourself.

“You gonna’ ride me, baby?”

“You said you wanted me to come back and let you cum deep in my little cunt, so what are you waiting for?”

Baring his teeth like a bad dog, he raised his knees, tipping you forward into him. Without a moment to think, Bucky started to power his hips up into you, bouncing you quickly in his lap as incoherent moans started to fall from your lips.

Clenching around him, you dug your nails into the skin of his shoulders, pulling him as tight as possible into you. The grunts that came from deep in his chest had you flooding his lap all over again. 

You could only hear the sounds of fabric tearing, briefly, before you realized what was happening. Ribbon torn and arms back to himself, he used them to wrap around you before he swapped your positions.

One of his hands braced the headboard as the other looped around your back. You tightened your legs around his hips as he continued to fuck you hard enough to have you forgetting your own name.

“You’re such a fucking tease, you drive me fucking crazy.”

“And- oh fuck, Bucky- you love it.”

“Damn right, I do.”

Doubling down, he rolled his hips quicker into you as your second orgasm hang in front of you. Under your legs, you could feel his muscles tensing, you knew he was just as close as you were.

Dropping one hand down from his shoulders, you rolled it over your clit as your mouth dropped open in a loud cry of his name. Bucky dropped his mouth down to yours and caught you in a heated kiss, sloppy for certain but both of you were too caught up to care.

Feeling him driving deep into you, you cried out into his mouth as white hot pleasure overcame every inch of you. Cuming around him, you clenched so tightly, whole body going tense in pleasure.

Bucky cried out, gripping tight to the headboard as his own hips stuttered under the pressure. As you came through your orgasm, you felt him release into you, deep within you and filling you up.

His hips pumped through it, body laying you back against the bed as he loosened up. Gently running your hands along his heated skin, he lent into your touch as he removed himself from you.

Eyes darting to the tattered ribbons that had fallen from the bed, he offered you a sheepish grin as he dropped into the crook of your neck.

“It’s okay,” Your voice had a cheeky lilt, running your fingers through his hair. “We’ll just have to keep trying until you learn your lesson.”

[oogaboogasphincter]

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn (Ezra x f!reader)

Summary: Staying in a hotel on Puggart Bench while in between expeditions has given you and Ezra a lot of time to develop your relationship both emotionally and physically. On your last night before you depart for your next trip together, you decide to try out one of Ezra’s kinks. Your heartstrings aren’t the only things that will be getting tied up this evening. 

Word Count: 6.8k+

Rating: E (explicit) 18+ ONLY! because this is like 80% smut

Warnings: mild allusion to a rocky relationship from this oneshot (both partners have made up and are now in an established relationship), smut, soft-ish bondage (f gets tied up), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (obvi use protection irl please), dirty talk, swearing, a hand on a throat but no choking, one (1) instance of ✨spitting✨, questionable kink shaming??💀(a joke is made about daddy kinks), comma splice, atrocious metaphor and repetitive sentence structure galore. also no beta reader, and reader uses she/her pronouns and is afab. 

Author’s Note: this is my first smut fic! i really appreciated all of the positive feedback that i got on my first fic (💚), so i thought i would do a smutty follow-up to it! if you haven’t read it and you’d like to, you can read it here. i tried my best to make this fic readable as a standalone oneshot though, so if you’d like to do that, that’s cool too! :) i think the only things new readers need to know are that Ezra’s nickname for the reader is Goose, and The Blue is a moon, like The Green, that Ezra, Cee and the reader traveled to in my last fic. also i reference the traffic light system a lot more in this fic than i have personally read in other fics, just because i feel like it’s a great way of checking in on your partner during sex. i know it might get a lil annoying after a while, but i think it’s important to keep it up. i also wanted to include it in my first fic bc even though i might not use it explicitly in my next fics, i want it to be understood that I think it’s super important to continue to check on your partner, etc. also i apologize if the smut isn’t “realistic”, as your writer is 100% a virgin skjfskdj💀 i don’t think that means that i don't know/can't learn how to write some smut though! however i would just keep that in mind💀, and i hope you enjoy it! :)🍀💜

p.s. i'd like to say thank you to @martinsmomo​ one more time for giving me the amazing request for my first fic! 💕

gif by @skyshipper

“Go to the bedroom, strip to your underwear and wait for me.”

The patch job of your relationship with Ezra on The Blue was a success. Spending an equal amount of time with him alone, alone with Cee and as a trio boosted your strength as a group. The awkward silences and argumentative expeditions around The Blue were no more, and were replaced with friendly banter and jovial hikes. You and Ezra had made up so much that you had started to express your affection for one another physically. 

On every third day or so, Cee would go out on a trip alone, needing some time to herself. It wasn’t that she couldn’t stand the two of you - although you and Ezra occasionally found joy in pushing her buttons - but she enjoyed doing activities by herself. It made her feel like she was fortifying her transition from teenager to young adult. You and Ezra couldn’t have agreed more and supported her independent decisions. 

And on every third day or so, her absence from the pod allowed your courage to physically engage with Ezra to grow. The two of you had kept it to a minimum, not wanting Cee to notice any blushing cheeks or sweaty foreheads or panting chests when she would return. The majority of your time was spent just cuddling in positions that were a little too sexually charged to be considered platonic: a leg wound around a waist here, a hand gripping an ass there. The heaviest moment you had had was during a makeout session. 

While lying down in Ezra’s makeshift bed and mingling tastebuds, you had hiked one of your legs up and over his hips. Soon after, you felt the tip of his cock poke the underside of your thigh. He couldn’t have been harder. You dared to relieve some of his pent up arousal while still maintaining some semblance of innocence and released your grip on his hair, slid your hand down his broad chest and slipped it underneath your leg to get to his erection. You held it and ran your fingers over the tip of it, then along its length, hoping to get a good idea of what your pussy would have to take on at some later time. The moment Ezra felt the light weight of your hand, he moaned deeply into your mouth. He had then broken your kiss and warned, “Goose, in all seriousness, you should highly consider concluding your investigation unless you want to throw me into a pit of agonizing embarrassment.”

You teased, his clothed cock still in hand, “Ezra, I think we should stick to swallowing each other’s tongues and not speaking in them.” 

He had hummed in delight and grinned at you, then sighed, “Okay then, in your plebeian lingo: if you don’t stop rubbing my cock, I’ll cum in my pants.”

You both erupted in laughter, and you had snaked your hands back up his body and entangled them in his hair, taking his tongue in your mouth once again. 

After your departure from The Blue, your gang had decided to stop on Puggart Bench and decompress for a while. Cee wanted to hang out with her friends before they all went their separate ways in their new adult lives, Ezra wanted to repay the loan he had taken out for his prosthetic arm and you wanted a real bed to sleep in. Not a pilot’s chair, not a bundle of blankets on a metal floor, but a real bed. With a mattress, a comforter, a nice set of sheets, a plethora of blankets and pillows. A two bedroom suite in Puggart Bench’s most prestigious hotel was what the three of you had booked for two months before another orbiting moon made its way into the Bakhroma System for the three of you to explore. Your group had engaged in some nice, familial-like activities, nourishing your found family dynamic. 

You and Ezra had also spent quite a bit of time getting to know each other physically. While Cee would spend the day with her friends, you and Ezra never left your bed. Well, technically Ezra left the bed when he would stand, pull you to the very edge of it and subsequently use his newfound balance to pound into you with abandon. Your body hadn’t left the sheets, even when you knelt on the floor and took Ezra down your throat; your back pushed against the side of the mattress with every one of his thrusts. 

Fast forward to the present day, and it is the last day you are on Puggart Bench before you leave for The Indigo, the new moon in town. Cee is spending the night at her friend’s house, where she will be having one last sleepover with all of the girls she won’t have the chance to connect with for an undetermined period of time. You feel guilty for looking forward to her leaving because you can only imagine what your bedroom will see of you and Ezra tonight. 

While he washed your hair after a particularly exertive romp, Ezra had hinted that he had a kink that he wanted to try out with you. Without a definite return date from The Indigo, he offered that the two of you try it before you left for the moon, his desires getting the best of him. He never elaborated on what the kink is, as the both of you got entranced with washing the rest of your bodies. You plan on bringing it up tonight in the hopes of coming to a decision of whether or not you two have the patience to wait to test it out or not. 

The two of you are now putting on a facade of patience as Cee packs her things in her room. You sit in between Ezra’s legs on the couch, back to his torso, both of you reading a different book. The text fails to retain your attention, so you place a finger on the page you are on and fold it over. You shift your head against Ezra’s chest to look up at him, pupils dilating immediately as they take him in. Black thick-rimmed reading glasses grace his face, the only indication in his rugged appearance that he would be a bookworm. He glances down from his book to meet your eyes, smiling at you. He brings his right hand down, brushing the back of the dark grey metal against your cheek. You smile back at him, and a naughty thought pops into your brain. 

With your free hand, you find Ezra’s cock in an instant and palm it through his pants. His mouth drops in blissful surprise, but he’s quick to sit up and yank your hand away from his now hard dick. He snaps out a whisper, “Patience, Goose,” and places a light kiss to your temple. He gets up and walks away, afraid that you would just try to place your hand right back where it was. He was also afraid that he wouldn’t have the strength to stop you the next time. 

Suitcase clips clap from Cee’s bedroom, and moments later she walks into the living room. You look up at her from the back of the couch: still pouting that Ezra shooed you away, and he looks up at her too, standing behind the kitchen counter: hiding his erection. You both fight through your mutual embarrassment and smile at her, noticing her excitement. She beams at the two of you, suitcase in hand, and raises her shoulders, “Well, I’m going to go now.” 

She starts to walk to the door and Ezra follows her, putting a hand on her shoulder, “Have a good time, Sparrow. We’ll swing by and scoop you up tomorrow afternoon.” 

Cee smiles up at him, “Will do.” 

Ezra retracts his hand and puts both in his pockets, “We hate to bar you from seeing your friends and leading a more stable life, but we really do find solace in your company on our travels. It keeps us grounded, as much as one can be on an orbiting moon.” 

She turns so that she faces both of you, “No, that’s okay. I really enjoy being with you guys. You’re like a family that I got to pick.”

Tears threaten to run down your cheeks as you get up and rush over to her to give her a tight hug. She returns your embrace and Ezra follows shortly behind, encasing both of you in his arms. He draws giggles from his girls by placing a kiss on each of your heads, and after a moment of relishing in your found family, you all release one another. Cee says her final goodbyes, opens the door and closes it behind her, giving you and Ezra one last final smile of departure. 

You feel ashamed by the amount of heat that floods your genitals as soon as you hear the lock of the door click closed. Ezra, ever sensitive to your every mood change, pulls you in close and presses his forehead to yours, “You know we have to wait, Goose.” You nod, all too familiar with your routine once Cee left. You would wait and listen for her to walk down the hallway to the elevators, press the down button, wait for the doors to open, walk inside the chamber once it arrived, wait for the doors to close and finally start to descend to the ground floor. You did so out of respect for her; you and Ezra would never be able to forgive yourselves if she were to, for example, forget something and come back to find the two of you in the middle of some heated relations. 

Ezra’s fingers massage your shoulder blades as you anticipate the sound of the elevator opening, fully aware that he was not only dissipating any nerves you have but spurring your arousal on as well. He knows that thoughts of his fingers traveling elsewhere swarm your brain as he alternates the pressure his fingertips give you. With this knowledge, unbeknownst to you, he’s thinking about what his first order for you will be tonight. Would he introduce the kink that he alluded to the other day? Does he just want a night of repeating your default, mind-blowing agenda? How would you feel about reversing roles, and have you be his dominant and him your submissive? 

The ping of the elevator down the hall snaps him out of his trance. You eagerly await the whir of the elevator going down, and seconds later your wish is granted. Ezra lets go of you and steps back, eyes raking up and down your body twice before telling you, “Go to the bedroom, strip to your underwear and wait for me.” Such straightforward instructions to come from such an elaborate man. Ezra doesn’t waste a second in giving you seductive orders the moment he hears the elevator descending, his hunger to devour you reaching unbearable levels. With your appetite consisting of the same ferocity, you follow his instructions and go to your bedroom. Plopping onto the bed and laying on your back, you kick your shoes off, shimmy out of your pants and slide your shirt up and over your head, tossing the items to the chair in the corner of the room where you and Ezra kept your clothes. You found it humorous that he, like you, implemented the “chair of discarded clothing” into his life. 

Now in just your underwear and socks (Ezra had relayed to you that it is statistically easier to orgasm while wearing socks), you reach over into the nightstand and pull out a necktie. You had been rewarded with such powerful orgasms at the hands of Ezra - literally - that you often couldn’t hold in your cries no matter how hard you tried. The necktie’s usual resting place was in between your teeth, tied around your mouth in an effort to muffle yourself out of courtesy of your neighbors. Ezra’s mouth remained ungagged; the neighbors must’ve thought that he was trying out some new rigorous exercise regime with all of those heaves, grunts and... moans? What sort of move would cause his headboard to repeatedly knock on the wall? 

You sit and rub your thumbs on the buttersoft navy silk of the tie, patiently awaiting Ezra’s entrance into the room and later your cunt. A few moments later he comes in and shuts and locks the door behind him, an emergency precaution to protect the eyes of Cee or any intruding employee. He comes over and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. You glide over to him like a magnet and figure out a part of his kink after taking a quick glance into his hands, seeing that he’s holding rope. Black rope, to be exact, of varying lengths. He notices your quizzical brow and asks, “Spill your thoughts, Goose.” You gingerly reach out and touch the rope with your index finger, your vision moving in loops as you trace the coils. You look up and meet his eyes, those warm, curious, assuring windows to his soul that you love ever so dearly. You question, “Do you like to be tied up or do you want to tie me up?” 

He displays a faint smile, “I’d find great satisfaction in tying you up. However, I would be a liar if I claimed that the thought of you restraining me and having your way with me never joyfully crossed my mind.”

You sit there in silence, taking in his desires. You are most definitely up for this, you just approach every new romp with hesitation. You hadn’t been a virgin the first time you slept with Ezra, but no one had ever made you feel so good. So open, exposed, on display, in all the right ways. You had been set ablaze by his confident maneuvers, calmed ever so coolly by his doting ministrations. He had drowned you in his passionate love, and you had loved every single fucking second of it. It just got a bit overwhelming at times, which he would take notice of and promptly give you your time and space when you needed it. 

The rope intimidates you. It was smooth to the touch on the pad of your finger, but you could already imagine the uncomfortable burns it could give you. The tightness and thickness of the coils add to the fantasy of being completely immovable, but it also plants doubts in your mind. You voice your concerns to Ezra, “I’d love for you to tie me up, but I don’t think I’d like to start with rope.”

He cups your cheek lovingly, “Always one step ahead of me, Goose,” and picks up an end of the necktie in your lap. He rubs it with you, “I don’t want to start with the rope on you, either. I want us to work up to it.” He pats your cheek and holds up the rope in his hands, “I mean, it does look a little scary, doesn’t it?” Your newfound ease lets itself out of your lungs with a giggle, mirrored by Ezra. He turns and puts the rope on the seat at the foot of your bed, and you climb into his lap as he turns back around and cover his mouth with yours. Falling back onto the bed, his arms wrap around you like a snake and constrict you to his body. You grind your pussy onto his clothed torso, desperate for some friction, your soft moans tumbling down his throat. 

He has to pull you away from his mouth by the back of your neck, “Let me take my clothes off, sweet girl.” He gives you a chaste kiss before you roll off of him and let him stand to strip. As he gets naked, you remove your panties in a flash, and he quizzes you, “Color system?”

“Green for when I’m enjoying it, yellow for when I’m being pushed to my limits, red for when I’ve reached my limit and need you to stop.” 

“Good girl. What’s our safe word?”

“Magpie.”

“Excellent. Are you ready?” he asks as he pulls his underwear down and repeats your earlier action of throwing the discarded clothes onto the chair in the corner. 

You nod fervently, “Yes sir.” 

He sighs as he walks over to the edge of the bed and kneels, “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Goose, you don’t have to call me that. I feel fulfilled enough in my domination with the heavenly noises your precious body emits.” 

You shrug, “It’s just natural. It’s a good girl formality, Ez. Aren’t I a good girl?”

He raises an eyebrow as he hooks his hands behind your knees and pulls your legs over the bed so you’re sitting on the edge, “I don’t think good girls let their neediness get the best of them and just fondle cocks out in the open.” You let out a devious laugh, noting his reference to your sneak attack on the couch, and he takes the necktie from you.  Your fingers run through his hair for a moment before he gently takes your wrists, smiling up at you. 

He reaches up to kiss you, and after your lips part he mumbles against them, “I’m just going to tie your hands together now, okay?” 

You nod, “Okay.” 

He gives you another wholehearted kiss before sitting back on his feet, beginning to tie your wrists to one another. You admit, although it’s incredibly arousing to watch his thick fingers twirl the smooth fabric into a knot, you grow a little bit anxious at the loss of movement. He can read it on your face after he finishes the knot, “I want you to lay back while I eat you out. I tied your hands in front of you so that you can pinch me if you want me to stop but can’t find your words.” You nod, appreciating the simplicity of his instructions. 

“I need you to use your words now, Goose.”

“Okay,” you reiterate, “Safe word is magpie. I can pinch you if I can’t say it.”

He nods, “Good girl,” and eases you onto your back. As he’s moving down your body to your core, something dawns on you, “Wait a minute.”

Ezra pauses and looks up at you with a caring expression, “What?”

“How am I supposed to stay quiet with the tie on my wrists and not in my mouth?”

He answers simplistically with a smirk, “Don't.”

You laugh, “What about the neighbors?”

“Fuck them. They should be grateful that tonight they will be an audience to one of the most beautiful symphonies that has ever been composed. And I’m not stepping foot off of this planet until I’ve heard my good girl’s clear, unabashed screams.” 

A rush of hot air leaves your mouth, enticing Ezra to come back up and push it back into you with his tongue. A moment of clashing teeth later, he retreats back down to your core and lightly knocks your legs apart. You shift your gaze downward to find him admiring your cunt, his left hand capturing his dick and pumping it a few times. He leans forward, presses a kiss to your inner thigh and then runs his sharp nose over the spot, up your leg, across your hip and back down to your wetness and inhales deeply. You can’t help but laugh at his display of rapture, his sniffing audible. He threatens you in disbelief, “My indulgence amuses you, Goose?” 

You meet his eyes with yours, twinkling with mischief, “Yeah, kind of.” 

He puts his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head, “Goose, you are being a bit of a brat.” He pushes your knees to your chest, his hands on the backs of your thighs, keeping them in place, “And you should know by now how much I love taming my little brat.” 

You are very aware of how much he enjoys brat taming, hence your acting up. His tongue licks a wide stripe up your core and a gasp escapes your mouth. He moans into you, sending vibrations through your cunt and shivers up your spine. He buries his tongue in you, his lips fornicating with your southern set, his fingers gripping your soft flesh tightly. Your anticipation of this moment has made your cunt oversensitive, so every little tickle of Ezra’s facial hair, every small movement of his warm tongue, every faint nudge of his nose and chin against your vulva makes you moan loudly. The pattern that his tongue is following suddenly picks up speed and your body involuntarily adjusts to it. Your hips buck up into his mouth, your clit weeping to be drenched in his saliva. Your tied hands lower until your fingertips are able to find his hair and intertwine with the thick brunette strands. The stability that gripping onto his hair gives you makes you hyperaware of just how close you are to cumming already. You whimper, “Ezra, please.”

This tone of your voice has been permanently ingrained in his mind thanks to your daily fucks over the past couple months. If the tightening of your hamstrings isn’t a large enough hint to him that you are close, your breathlessness is a blatant clue. He releases you from his mouth, lines of spit keeping the two of you connected, “That’s my girl, come on.” His egging on is more than you need to be shoved into your orgasm. As his tongue returns to lap at your clit, your neck arches up and your eyes roll into the back of your head. A groan rips through your throat that drowns out his muffled moans, his mouth working you through your orgasm. Your sharp intakes of air start to stagger out as your heart begins to calm down, your cunt pulsing with aftershocks. Ezra reluctantly removes his mouth from you, wetting your inner thigh with a line of his spit and your slick before pressing a kiss to the same spot he kissed earlier. The blackness of his pupils overtakes his chocolatey irises when he catches your eyes, dopamine flooding his nervous system. 

He presents his wrist, does some math on an imaginary watch and jokes, “That must’ve been a record, Goose.” You giggle and pull your hands up to your mouth, trying to hide your embarrassed smile. He reaches up and pulls your hands back down to tangle your fingers in his cowlicks, “But my desire to drink pools of your cum has not yet been satiated.” 

You swear under your breath as he dips his head back in between your legs, your voice catching in your throat when his hot breath cascades over your folds. This time, instead of licking stripes and lapping, he opts to draw shapes and trace circles against you. It sounds stupid, but man does it feel fucking good. Before you lose all self control, you give his scalp a massage, the best one you can muster with conjoined hands, as a way of telling him I love you. Simultaneously, he switches his tongue’s clockwise motion to counterclockwise and hooks his hands around the tops of your thighs, pulling you deeper into his mouth so he can devour you even more thoroughly than he already was. You brush his hair off of his sweaty forehead with your knuckles, seeing that his eyes are closed and brows are furrowed in concentration. He’s been moaning this entire time into you, blissfully lost in the heaven that is your pussy, and as his tongue picks up its pace the vocal vibrations boost your toward your release. You beg of him, “Please don’t stop.” 

He doesn’t stop. In fact, he heightens your arousal one step further than you thought possible. He notes your utter wetness and decides to fill your wanting hole by snaking his left hand down to your entrance and slipping two fingers inside you. A heated orgasm pumps through your every artery just like Ezra’s fingers are pumping in and out of your cunt, his tongue keeping a delicious pace. After your body is done convulsing with pleasure, he moves up it and stops in front of your face. 

“Open.” 

You are all too familiar with this command and obey. Ezra spits a combination of your cum and his saliva into your mouth. He presses a hand to the underside of your jaw and you close your mouth. 

“Swallow.” 

You do as he says while he keeps his hand against your neck, feeling his love concoction make its way down your throat. He groans and gives you a quick kiss before asking, “Color?” You smile and bring your hands up to scratch at his scruff, “Green. You?”

“Green.” 

Pulling your body tight against his, he hauls the two of you to the middle of the bed. He sits up and back atop your hips, pulls your hands closer to him and begins to untie your wrists. Your eyes can’t help but fixate on his hard dick, standing erect in front of you, as he speaks, “Now Goose, once you’re untied I want you to get on all fours for me,” he notices your distraction, “and if you try to pull any shenanigans, there will be consequences.” You shift your gaze up to his eyes and you swear that there’s a deep sparkle in them that is daring you, begging you, to disobey him. He liked to punish you as much as you liked to be punished by him. So, once untied, you throw him a curveball and take his orders, flipping over and propping yourself up on your hands and knees. You look over your shoulder at him to see that his face is mangled in baffled confusion, making you laugh, “What?” 

He mounts your ass and teases your entrance with his cock, “If you had attempted to grab what your eyes were drooling over, I would’ve spanked you.” 

“But I didn’t.”

He leans over your back and places his hands on either side of yours, “I wanted to spank you.” 

“I know. But I’m not a naughty girl.”

He raises his eyebrows and chuffs out disbelief, “Maybe if you continue to tell yourself that delusion, you can convince yourself that it’s true. But there’s no fooling me. I know my girl is infatuated with misbehaving in order to spite me,” he stuffs his cock inside your pussy, “Isn't that true?” He lifts his left hand to wrap his fingers around the arched column of your throat, forcing you to look up at him. 

You dismantle his lie, “I don’t do it to spite you, I do it to delight you.” 

He pulls his hips away from yours in order to prepare for a thrust and hums, “That’s one reason why I love you, Goose. You see right through me.” 

The two of you groan in unison as he fucks forward and bottoms out inside you. As he establishes a steady pace, your quivering fingers find purchase on his wrist. Even though you had slept together a countless number of times in the past two months, his girthy penetration still overwhelmed you at first, and you benefitted from at least a few seconds of adjusting. He knew this and was why he untied you; his brutal rhythm coupled with the binding of the tie would be too much for you without a little warming up. While he’s stretching you out, he murmurs encouragements into your hair, “That’s it, just like that... You’re taking my cock so well... Good girl.” 

After your muscles relax, he asks, “Color?”

“Couldn’t be greener. You?”

He grins at your response, “Green.” 

He gives your cheek a kiss before proposing his next instruction, “Why don’t you be a good girl and lay down and put your arms behind your back?”

He pauses his thrusts as you lean forward and press your cheek against the sheets. You turn to ask him just how he wants you to move, and he reads your mind, “Touch the pits of your elbows.” You twist your forearms behind your back until they are pressed against each other and the tips of one hand’s fingers graze the opposite side’s elbow. He snakes the silky tie in between your spine and wrists, the fabric gliding easily over your sweaty skin. He ties your wrists together again, this time much looser than before. He color checks you when he finishes the knot. You wiggle your arms, the amount of resistance being just right, “Green.” He hums in enjoyment and runs his fingertips down the backs of your arms, sending a pleasant shudder through you. 

Lining himself up, he places a steadying right hand on your lower back. The contrast of the cool metal of his prosthetic limb to the fire that barrels through you once he pushes himself back into your hole is divine. Both textures of his hands slip against your skin as they try to find a solid grip on your hips in order to allow him to begin pounding into you. Your whimpering spurs him on, and once he’s able to to lock you into place you both swear under your breath in anticipation. As he embarks on his ferocious rhythm, an orgasm takes you by surprise. 

Well, not really by surprise, because Ezra has proven time and time again that he can coax you to cum at a moment’s notice. 

Out of courteous instinct, you bury your face into the bed to muffle your cries of ecstasy. Ezra turns your face to the side and tuts, “Uh-uh, Goose, I need to hear you this time, remember?” 

You can barely him him, let alone understand him, while an astronomical burst of white oxytocin smothers your poor body. Unable to gain control of your composure to stop yourself, you indulge Ezra and let your screams fill the bedroom. The numbness of your mind fades away, effects of your orgasm bringing feeling back to you: the hot tears that spot your bottom lashline, the sweet soreness that the tensing of your muscles left you, the sweat that gathers in the line of your spine, the aroused slick that coats your inner thighs. 

You pant as Ezra unties you, “Good girl. Flip over and face me,” and he tenderly places your forearms to your sides. 

You’re exhausted. You can most definitely take more of his loving, but you need him to do the work, “I can’t.” 

He rolls you over onto your back, his muscular arms giving you the comfort you need to go on. A frantic, worried expression takes over his face, “You okay? Still green? I didn’t push you too far, did I? Was the tie too tight? Did I-” 

You shut him up with a kiss. You reassure him, “Yes, still green. Just fucking tired.” 

You both laugh, and he asks, “Do you want to stop?” 

You shake your head no, “I’m not sure if the neighbors heard all of that scream. I think they need another one.” 

Your dirty talk contorts his mouth into a grin of sly allure as he gets up off the bed, “I concur.” He opens a drawer of the nightstand and takes out another necktie, this one made of black wool. He gets back on the bed and says, “Let’s give them a musical to remember.” 

You snicker as he pushes both of you farther up the bed, giving you more room to mess about in. He places the second tie next to the blue one and a hand on each of your ankles, “What this next position requires in flexibility it will pay for infinitely in pleasure for you and I both, okay, Goose?” 

Your wariness is excited, “Okay?” 

He pulls your legs together and picks up the blue tie. He wraps the fabric around both ankles, beginning to tie them together, but pauses and interjects, meeting your eyes, “You’re okay with me tying you here, right?” 

You smile at his concern and mock, “Ezra, you could tie me any way you’d like and I’ll be more than happy.” 

His nose crinkles in satisfaction and he resumes tying you up. After he’s done, he pushes your thighs to your chest, bending your knees so your feet are in the air. You can’t stop the laughter that erupts from you, “Ez, what in the Bakhroma System are you scheming?” 

He gives you a wickedly teasing laugh back, “A fun time, Goose.” 

He momentarily cups your face with his left hand, “If at any point it gets too much, for whatever reason, just say the word and I’ll stop everything.” 

You take his hand and kiss his palm, “Okay.” 

He smiles, boops your nose with his thumb and pulls your arms so that they rest in the pit of your upside down knees. He picks up the black tie and does a different knot on your arms than he had done previously. He puts the binding on them higher up, which makes you hold your legs up, keeping your cunt on display for him. The wool of the tie scratches where the silk had soothed you, but you savor the friction. Ezra wastes no time in entering you again, plunging his cock deep into your fluttering walls. You brace your forehead against your shins, panting wildly. With every thrust, he hits something deep and sensitive in you, but you know you could make the experience more intense for the both of you. 

“Ez?” 

“Yeah?”

“Can you look at me?” He angles himself so he can look around your legs and meet your eyes. As you are projected into the depths of his eyes, engulfed by the lust-blown ink of his pupils, enhanced by the dark coffee that surrounds them, an “I love you” slips out of your lips. 

He compresses your body further by leaning down and capturing your mouth, “I love you too.” 

When he pulls back and his hands find the backs of your thighs, he asks for a color check. You answer green, giving him permission to ravage you. He does just that, putting every ounce of his might behind his thrusts, eliciting growls of the same magnitude from you both. The gradual construction of an orgasm starts to warm your body, your moans getting louder and louder with each passing second. In an effort to put it off, you bite down hard on your lip. Ezra notices, running a thumb across your lipline, “Goose, please, allow me to be privy to your every stuttered breath.”

“Every gasp of delighted surprise.”

“Every involuntary whimper.”

“Every lustful yelp.”

“Every plea for me to keep going.”

“Every unhinged beg.”

“Every feral scream that only I can rouse out of those magnificent lungs. Indulge my deranged wish and let me hear it all, Goose.”

His words whisk you onto an expressive whirlwind of slow-building passion. You close your eyes and watch as your orgasm transforms from a cozy snuggle to a captivating explosion; behind your eyelids, amorous red transitions to a lustful magenta. It lightens to a flirtatious and giggly bubblegum, intensifying to a vibrating, barely-there pink. Then, all at once, buckets of slumberous evergreen, pure Ezra energy, submerge you into your release. Any bit of any other color is eradicated as he pours his soul onto yours. Descending from your chameleonic trance, you open your eyes to meet his. He can see that he has torn you apart in a most satiating way, which catapults him to his peak. He pulls out of you and pumps his cum onto the backside of your thighs, his heart collapsing with joy. He smears his stickiness across both of your hamstrings and then quickly gets to work to release you from his necktie binds. The bind that he has made of your heart to his, though, is infinitely knotted, forever unbreakable. 

Your limbs untangle themselves and fall to the bed, every cell in your body pooped from the session. He asks for a final time, “Color?” 

You sigh, “Green. You?” 

He smiles, “Green.” 

He brushes the now cum-stained ties to the side and pats your stomach, stamping a handprint of his seed, “I’ll be right back, Goose.” You nod once and he gets up and exits the room, leaving the door ajar.

You flip onto your stomach, your muscles yearning for a change of position after getting pummeled into the mattress. You bend your arms to lay in front of you, elbows sighing in relief for being contracted instead of stretched. You close your eyes and rest your head on his pillow for what seems like a millisecond, but when you open them back up Ezra has returned with two glasses of water, a washcloth and a juice box. 

He folds the cloth into a triangle, dips a corner into a glass and then brings it behind you. The icy water feels good on your overheated skin as he wipes away his cum before it has the chance to dry. Once he cleans you off, he takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to your depleted frame. He sets the cloth down and picks up the other glass of water, “Drink this, sweetheart.” You prop yourself up on your forearms and gulp some much needed fluids down as Ezra holds the glass steady against your mouth. You hold up a weak hand when you’ve had your fill and he finishes off the drink. You never thought you would find sharing a drink like this with someone stomachable, let alone wildly attractive. But Ezra had changed you; you wanted to exchange cells, germs, bodily fluids with him, no matter how nasty it sounded when put into words. 

Ezra trades the glass for the juice box and pops the straw into the opening, holding it up to your lips, “Drink some.” You curiously eye the juice box: apple flavored, the carton decorated in bright and childish cartoons. You tease him, “You know, when I said I might have a daddy kink, this is not what I meant.” 

You both laugh, and he pokes after a moment, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” 

As you take the straw into your mouth and drink, he places a hand on the back of your head and pets your hair, “That’s it, babygirl, do as Daddy says.” An air of laughter blows through your nose and you choke on the liquid as Ezra cackles. You drop the straw and cough, “Stop!” 

He continues to laugh at you while you whine, “Why do I have to drink this anyways, can’t I just have water?” 

He calms himself down and shakes his head, “No, I want to replenish your blood sugar. Otherwise you might feel faint, and not in a good way.” He shoots you a wink and you take another sip of the juice. 

When you’re done, he puts the half-empty box back on the nightstand and lays on top of you. You joke, “You’re crushing me and you told me I have to pee right after.” 

Since sleeping together, Ezra had realized how little knowledge of aftercare you had. He had advised you to go to the bathroom as soon as possible after the deed is done in order to avoid urinary tract infections, among other pains. He nuzzles into your shoulder and protests, “In a minute.” 

Taking into account the history of his comment and your increasingly heavy eyelids, you rebut, “You know that never happens.” More often than not, when Ezra trapped you in a cage of cuddles directly afterward like this, the two of you would fall asleep and you would skip the trip to the bathroom. He grunts and moves his weight off of you, “Fine, but I’ll only let you go if I can carry you in there.” You barely have time to begin laughing before he’s swooping you up into his arms. 

After you both use your respective time in the bathroom, you and Ezra dress in matching pajamas and climb into bed. Coddling you into his broad chest, his fingers dance on the back of your neck and your lower back. You turn your head up to face him and when he returns your gaze you reference the whole night, “Thank you.” 

A smile crinkles his tired eyes, “The pleasure was all mine, Goose. Thank you for taking it all so well. Get some sleep, okay?” 

“Only if you will too.”

“Sure thing, my love.”

He gives you a kiss before you retreat back into the sanctuary of his embrace. Right as you’re drifting off to sleep, he adds, “I would like to ravage you one more time, in the morning.” 

Your smirk pulls at the fabric of his shirt, “Okay. But no daddy kink. We have to save some things to explore when we come back.” 

He hums, pressing his cheek into the top of your head before the two of you succumb to the temptation of sleep, “As you wish.”

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