#thank you anon for sending me the ask and for responding ❤️

[kevin-the-bruyne]

Thank you for answering my question about ZeeNuNew status! Well I agree with what you said, I believe in them, because they confirmed it themselves and especially that their country is not that opened for LGBTQAI+ community.. also I’ve heard that BL fans are not that opened as well.. for me Zee has that queer vibe to be honest.. I’m just worried about all these rumors about Zee.. I think it’s action of homophobic people unfortunately. Seeing how Zee found his comfort zone in Nunew and vice versa.. they’re just perfect!

There’s just so many times and so many ways that Nunew can say ‘Hia is the only one in my life’ like aksjdjfjfjska PLEASE stop doubting him so we can move on with our lives

I have no idea what these rumors are I have blessedly not been on twitter in months hahaha. I’m sure once the Next Prince comes out everything will be fine.

Zee has changed his online persona a couple of times and there was a lot of machismo showboating I think before he got into BL but one would think that as people grow older they know themselves more.

Also given that they’ve been doing this pretty consistently over the years I say they are in fact very happy and comfortable with each other! I don’t have time anymore to watch so much videos about CPs but back when I got into Thai BL I had a lot of time to waste lol and I loved seeing their interactions and the way they grew together

I love them your honor 🤧

[ancestral-whispers]

Tarot game: free mini-reading!🔮

For Friday the 13th I’m giving away free mini-readings!🌙

To enter:

✨send an ask with your question and an emoji. (If you’re anon, please include an initial so I can anchor the reading!)

✨follow my blog and like this post for visibility

I’ll respond to your ask with a 1-3 card answer along with songs and intuitive signs(just like my PAC readings❤️).

If you would be okay with me answering your ask publicly please let me know but it is absolutely not required!😊

📫Open: 6/13/25 - 6/14/25

💌 paid commissions are also open for more in depth spreads <3

Note: thanks to the person who notified me my anons were off, I’ve fixed that <3

[anathemafiction]

I just want to say that you write the best romances I’ve ever read in the IF space, and though they’re not my thing I promise that this is not a knock on polymances at all, but I really LOVE that they aren’t a thing in this game. You can feel that Romanus’ romantic stories are supposed to be almost fated, one of a kind, two hands reaching for each other in the dark and their partners only have eyes for Romanus and it’s this enduring thing that will guide both of them through the trials ahead, and I just adore it so much. Such stunning work and well written characters. They feel so believable and real and not-gamified, the routes reminds me of classic epic scale romance stories in the best way.

Oh, anon 😭 I don't even know what to say. I swear most of my anons are so well-spoken and send me the most beautifully written asks and I never know how to respond. 

But thank you so much! That's a very big compliment ❤️ I do love the idea of Romanus and their LI to be fated. In a way, that's how I write the romances — I really can't imagine any of the ROs with anyone else but Romanus. It doesn't have to be your Romanus, but in my head, there's a Romanus for each of them. 

Thank you again for sending this. It really does help to hear that someone appreciates your work, and it brings them joy, especially when you're feeling a bit down about it. 💛 

[bewitchedfeathers]

Bouquet - Viktor Snz Fic (Ja/yvik)

Anon requested Allergic Viktor with Ja/yvik and I had a blast writing this real fast! Thank you for sending in a request! I hope you like it 💕

Set in an AU where Jayce and Viktor are already together and everything is happy and nothing hurts.

Notes: Jasha is (if my research is correct) a petname for Jayce in Russian. And Vitya would be the petname for Viktor. Solnishko is a petname meaning sunshine or little sun.

I hope you enjoy!

Please only reblog to kink blogs ❤️

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Viktor opened his door to let Jayce inside for their date and couldn't contain his laughter as he was met with a bouquet that Jayce's large upper body was completely hidden behind. Viktor could only just see Jayce's pout, good natured though it was, at Viktor's response.

“You brought me flowers? You are ridiculous, solnishko (sunshine),” he said still laughing softly. “What am I going to do with these?” He asked rhetorically, voice exasperated but warm with affection. 

“They just look and smell nice. And it's supposed to be romantic,” he complained playfully.

“Pilties,” Viktor responded with a roll of his eyes and then he beckoned Jayce inside. And Jayce laughed at the familiar response to many things in Piltover that he thought were ridiculous. Jayce shifted the bouquet to one hand so he could gently cradle Viktor's face with the other and kiss him in a slow lingering greeting. 

Viktor savored Jayce's kiss but he was grateful when he pulled back as he felt a faint tickle in his nose, not an uncommon occurrence, and he didn't want to sneeze on his partner. “Snf. Go set those somewhere. I'm making us suh-some tea.”

Jayce perked up at the mention of tea. Viktor had shared a tea only found in the undercity that he enjoyed and surprisingly Jayce had loved it as well. So now whenever the weather was cool and they spent the evening at Viktor's apartment he made them tea.

He stepped into the kitchen, making the tea on autopilot, as he rubbed at his nose trying to get rid of the itch. And then finally he couldn’t fight the inevitable any longer and he turned his face into his raised elbow. 

“Huhhh’Isshhuh..hh’IZSShhuh…snf..” He rubbed his nose and then gathered two mugs in one hand, his cane in the other, as he made his way to join Jayce on the couch. Jayce knew better than to offer to help when he obviously didn't need it right now.

“Bless you,” he said as he took his mug eagerly from Viktor's hand.

“Thank you,” he murmured to be polite but his attention was on his nose that was feeling annoyingly itchy. He rubbed the underside with his index and middle finger. 

“Hhh..Hh’GSHHxt..ngh.” he sneezed over his fingers, only partially stifling it.

“Bless,” Jayce said as he gave Viktor a once over searching for signs of illness, that Viktor tolerated with only a raised brow.

“I feel fine. My nose is just…juh..hhhh’IGSHhhh…snf just sensitive tonight,” he reassured, responding to Jayce’s unasked question. 

“Alright,” Jayce said with a little relieved smile and Viktor appreciated the show of trust. “Since that's the case,” and then Jayce's left hand was cradling his cheek while another gripped his hip as he leaned to kiss Viktor deep and slow.

Viktor tangled both his hands in Jayce’s hair as he moaned into his mouth. But all too soon the tickle spiked and he jerked away from Jayce’s lips with a sharp inhale. Whipping his elbow up to hover just below his nose.

“Suh-sorry. Have to.. have to sneeze-GZSSHoo…hhh’IKSSHht..snfSnf.” he wriggled his nose trying to get rid of the lingering urge to sneeze. “Pardon me, zolotse (darling).”

“Bless you, Vik. It's alright.” He stroked some hair out of Viktor's face. “Something been bothering you?” Viktor certainly has enough allergies to warrant the question but he's mostly allergic to artificial scents and none of his natural allergens are in season currently.

“No, no, I've been fine,” he said a little bewildered. “You didn't get a new soap did you?” He feels compelled to ask.

“No nothing new,” Jayce assures with a shake of his head. 

“Hm, odd. Perhaps its just a…hah..a random tickle. snf.” 

“Certainly a persistent one,” Jayce offered non-committally. He pulled a red handkerchief monogrammed with the Talis hammer and offered it to Viktor. Viktor grabbed it and Jayce used their joint hands to bring Viktor's fingers to his lips before he let him go. Viktor blushed and grinned at the ridiculous gesture.

Viktor muttered his thanks as he brought the kerchief to his nose. He tried to massage at his trembling nostrils through the fabric but he still felt his breath catch.

“Huhhh…hh'hh'ISSHmphh…hh'huh’IGSSHmphh…Snffff…” he let out a frustrated sigh at the distraction from their time together. He mopped at his face and blew his nose, grimacing as the kerchief grew damp.

Jayce brushed his hair out of his face again. “Bless you.”

Viktor hummed in acknowledgement but he was already struggling not to sneeze again. “Hh…huh’Hhh?...” Jayce set down his tea and grabbed some tissues from a nearby table. He pressed them into Viktor’s hands, trading out the used kerchief, and Viktor nodded in gratitude. His eyes were beginning to look pink around the edges and a few itchy tears rolled down his cheeks. 

“Sweetheart, something is definitely setting you off,” He grimaced guiltily as he realized, “Must be something in the bouquet.”

“Hihhh…Hh’hh-IGZSHHoo…ESHHHxkt…Hhh’Ishh-Issh-IESSHHuhh…oh mby god…” he groaned before blowing his nose into the tissues to try to get some momentary relief. “I’ve never had an issue with fluh-flowers before..hhh’ISSHxt…nghh…” He complained grumpily as he wiped at his nose with the quickly failing bunch of tissues. Jayce passed him the tissue box and got up to dispose of the flowers.

“Sorry, love. Looks like you were right about flowers being a bad idea afterall,” he said with a guilty smile.

Viktor smiled back softly, “It was a sweet thought, Jasha. Hhh’GSSHHuhh..SNF…”

Jayce’s smile brightened knowing he was forgiven and he walked to the balcony and tossed the flowers down to the street. At Viktor’s laugh of disbelief at the casual action, Jayce defended lightheartedly, “Well someone might stumble upon it and enjoy that way instead of putting down the trash shoot.”

“Ridiculous man. Come here, solnishko.” He beckoned Jayce back to the couch and Jayce trotted over like a happy puppy.

Jayce immediately draped himself over Viktor’s side, wrapping an arm around his waist. He pressed a kiss to Viktor’s cheek but pulled back when Viktor’s breath caught, shoulders hiking as he tensed in preparation bringing a fresh tissue to his nose.

“Hhh’GSSHHuhh…Hehh’ISSH-IXSHHkt-Hh’Hih’IGDSSHooo…SNFSnf…Snfff…Pardon me,” he murmured, ears tinged pink with embarrassment at his nasal outburst.

“Bless you, Vitya,” he murmured not phased in the slightest and immediately leaning in to kiss his cheek and nuzzle one lightly flushed ear. The flush only got worse as Jayce used his favorite petname, used sparingly so it always effected Viktor, giving him a ridiculous fluttery feeling in his belly.

“Thank you, solnishko,” he murmured back and then pulled him into a kiss without interruption.

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{Snz Fic Masterlist}

Thank you for reading. Nice comments and tags encourage me to write more things, if you have the spoons for it!

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #315

1. Thanks for your help!The premise was demons fed solely on temptation. And the Temptation has to get more extreme for it to satisfy. But because Crowley limits himself to small-scale temptations he is chronically in a state of starvation. Once while dining together, Crowley realized that tempting Aziraphale to overindulge helped to satiate Crowley but felt wrong to do to his friend…. but Aziraphale wanted to help and would routinely overindulge in hopes Crowley wouldn’t feel so starve…. Thanks! - anon

2. Hello dearest mods! I hope you are having a good day/night (it's night here). I'm extremely grateful for your hard work and dedication in finding all these amazing fics! (Your blog just got me through a week of being sick, so thank you!!!) I do come asking after a certain fic....all I remember is that someone summons Crowley and hurts him a bit before Azi rescues him. Except afterwards, a sick!Crowley grows weaker and weaker bc the summoner is somehow draining his essence? I also believe it was a girl who summoned him. I saw it here once but can't remember the name. I'd be so grateful if anyone knows the name of it. Thank you again! You all are the best. ❤️ - @inastarlesssky

3, Hi! I've seem to lost a fic... TW it has SH in it. It was a human au where Aziraphale was very stressed about sending in or getting results for a school i think? Crowley is his friend and calls him during this. After the phonecall he gives in to the dark thoughts. Later he wakes up with Crowley in his room if i remember? If anyone can find it, thank you so much!!❤️ Adore this blog, thank you all lovely mods!!!❤️❤️❤️ - @dumbbirdlover

4. Hi there! I'm not the most familiar with this blog so I'm really sorry if this isn't the right place to put this but I've been looking for a specific fic for a while now. It's an Ineffable Bureaucracy oneshot that was posted soon after season 2 was released, in the fic the 2 of them are on a train and talking about Gabriel's upcoming trial, Gabriel was informing Beelzebub about his plan to fall to Hell but Beelzebub disapproved of the plan, Gabriel says something along the lines of "Do you only love me because I'm an angel?" And Beelzebub responds something like "I'd love you even if you were (can't remember the term they used)", it gets a little angsty for a moment when Gabriel comforts Beelzebub about their falling experience but ends on some (ironic in hindsight) optimism. I have been looking for this fic for an unreasonable amount of time and just can't get it out of my head so any help in tracking it down would be so appreciated, please and thank you. :D - @autisticrage

5. Hey! It's surely the best place to look for a fic. I don't remember the name or anything of this fic.... It went like, there was a 7 faced dice in Aziraphale's bookshop and Crowley comes up with a game to play with it. Game was that they had to tempt each other with the sin number that appeared on the dice, whoever lose will pay for a meal. They both end up having the same numbers on the dice. - anon

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[homelanderbutbig]

You are a tremendously talented artist, writer and shitposter. I have alerts for you turned on so I can see your magnificence as soon as you post. You’re seriously one of my favourite blogs and an integral part of this side of The Boys’ fandom. I’m grateful that I get to exist at the same time as. Never forget that you bring immense joy to all those around you, that your presence is a blessing, that you matter so much to so many people. You are very loved by myself and others, we will always be here for you ❤️

- Fridge Anon

I'll keep this under the cut for people who don't wanna get blasted with a wall of text, lol. Using this as an excuse for a life update.

I'm a very private person, I don't like to talk about myself and my issues on here. I've mentioned a few times in the past about my unsolved medical problems. It started out in 2023 with eye blurriness, then slowly evolved to include headaches, neck and shoulder pain, and light sensitivity. It's 24/7, I wake up and go to bed feeling the same.

I've had countless scans, tests, needling, injections, and pain/migraine meds. Nobody knows what's wrong with me, nothing has helped to alleviate my symptoms, and it's just been getting worse month after month. Every time I try to get my hopes up with a new practitioner, telling me they can 100% help me no problem, it all just comes crashing back down because it doesn't work. It's almost been two years of this now, no diagnosis, no recovery plan. Neurology wait times are 1 1/2 to 2 years, if I'm lucky.

As the months have gone by it's been getting increasingly harder for me to keep up with the hobbies that make me happy, especially with this blog. Writing fics is a struggle because it's difficult to make out the words I'm typing, everything is an unfocused blur. Drawing is more challenging because of my shoulder pain correlating to my drawing arm. While my head and neck are more of a sharp, stabbing pain, my shoulder is different. It's essentially as if someone has their hand digging into the muscle and is clenching with all their might, never letting go. It's just a hard rock that gets aggravated if you even touch it. I'd been managing for the most part to draw regularly, but since about January I've noticed my hand and fingers go numb the longer I try to draw. It's becoming increasingly limiting.

Basically, as time has gone on I've been just completely exhausted. There are so many things I want to do that I just can't do anymore. This depression has just been building more and more each passing month, like my life is just pointless. I've been feeling like I'm letting everyone down by not producing the same level of work that I could before, that I was proud of. I feel little joy in what used to be fun.

But I don't wanna be too much of a downer. While I'm still really unsure about my future, I want to at least keep this blog going because it really does make me smile despite all my personal bullshit. I might not be able to draw/write as frequently as I have in the past year, so please forgive me in that regard. This is a long road that I'm stuck on and I don't know when it will ever end. All I can do is navigate it the best I can.

And for anyone who's sent me an ask over the last month, I apologize if you're thinking I've been ignoring you! I like to take my time answering people who are kind enough to send me thoughts, and I've just been a bit swamped with life so my inbox has been on the backburner. Please be rest assured, if you've sent me something I will eventually respond. ❤️

I wish to bestow a sad lil' gremlin Homelander onto you, Fridge Anon. Please hold him close to your heart, print him out, stick him on the fridge and give him a kiss every morning for good luck.

Thank you again, to anyone reading this. You all have been pretty much the sole light in my life, and I wish you all know I would be nothing without your kindness. I hope you can forgive me venting this much, lol. 🫂🫂🫂

[owepossum]

Hello! I wanted to extend just a great thank you for responding to every ask and especially for your writing! You fic has become one of my favourite ones very quickly and I am honestly thinking of a reread. I recommended it to several friends and keep talking about! Your story is very compelling and it always brings me such joy. I dont know how much the fandom will last, its still going really strong from what i can tell, but know you will always have an avid reader in me and I am sure that there are many that share the sentiment. No matter the wait, no matter how ”rushed” or ”too long” you might think the story to be, it is a pleasure nonetheless. So, once again, I am extending a thank you for all the work you put into it! It is greatly appreciated. Im sure there are people that are too shy to say it but know your work is greatly loved. Not to mention your art! Every chapter cover, every fanart, you are very skilled and it shows, they are all amazing and they are always amazing to see on the timeline, no matter the platform. /

So thank you for everything. - Sending all the love and support, you are an amazing writer and a wonderful artist. :)

much love

Thank you so much anon… unless there’s big spoilers, I try to answer every ask because I LOVE YAPPING esp about arcane — I have big fear that people will get annoyed with ask posts but I have tagged them all with #asks so hopefully ppl can mute!

I have some older asks I will answer soon as they’re not spoilery anymore hehe 😭❤️ I hope everyone knows that I ADORE every message. No jokes every comment / message / reactions in the tags I read.

Thank you for reccing and enjoying this fic!! It’s a little niche but I’m sooo happy to find other babie and parent tlc enjoyers 😭🍼 can’t wait to share more.

[celestie0]

oh gosh i really could sob. i feel bad sometimes w bringing upsetting things to forefront of my blog or posting about it bc i don't want people to feel burdened to send me any words of support but i just :(( thank u sm to everyone sending me such sweet asks.

i think it has really made me realize that 99% of my readers are so sweet and kind and i really need to remember this fact whenever i am feeling bad about the few rude ones.

i'm really sorry if i was a little aggressive in responding to that anon, although i'm not backtracking here per se, i just think it was all a combination of the similar incidents i faced earlier this year w people pressuring me to write smut for kickoff to the point where i was paralyzed w anxiety n couldn’t write for the story at all for like two months. i just was really upset to see it happening w ihm too, so i felt the need to stand up for myself.

and in clarification, i am so grateful in general for all the love i’ve received w my fics. i genuinely mean it when i say i had no idea at all what i was getting myself into when i started posting kickoff back in january but i am just so humbled w the way i’ve been received. i think i just want to clarify that, in my response to that anon and just rude anons in general, i’m not upset over the fact i didnt get a positive interaction, because again, i don’t take those for granted. what i am upset about is getting negative interactions, when these people could have a little more self awareness and just not say anything at all. i appreciate all my silent readers n those who may feel shy to leave comments or asks or anything, or maybe their capacity is to just leave a like. i think my issue w these rude anons is that on top of making rude demands, they also don’t interact w the work in any meaningful way.

but, that being said, i want to respond to everyone's replies and asks w heart n soul so i will do as i get proper chance to :'') but i've read them all and could sob really.

i was ready to make some pretty extreme creative decisions regarding my fics after receiving that ask but i feel a lot better now and its really thanks to everyone’s support i’m so grateful and again pls never feel pressured to send me anything i really just appreciate having you all here in general 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

tysm n love u all sm

[katz-rambles]

Hii!❤️

I hope you're having an amazing day!

Can I request a pure fluff with Sodo?🥺 Maybe something like where reader is shorter than Sodo and is insecure of her height so she gets mad everytime someone mentions it.

Thank you so much❤️❤️❤️ If you don't like the idea, feel free to ignore it☺️

The scream I just scrumpt. My first ask 😭. I love the idea, and I hope I'll do this justice! I hope you're having an amazing day, too, Anon 💗.

(fluff, comfort kinda?, swiss joining in on the teasing, mama bear Cumulus setting Sodo right, fem!reader, but it's not really specified. A mix of headcannons and a little ficlet?)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

• We all know Sodo can be a bit of a dick sometimes, so he's going to jump headfirst at the chance to have someone shorter than him. Unfortunately, in this situation, that's you.

• He's relentless with his teasing 😭

• The worst nicknames EVER. Pipsqueak, vertically challenged, mouse, anything he can think of.

• If you're a sibling of sin and have to do a chore that involves something that's out of your reach, he tends to pick you up and lift you so you can complete whatever it is. And he has the stupidest look on his face when he does.

• But obviously, he may be a dick, but he cares for you. So he will not make fun of you, as much, as he did.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊

"Morning, pipsqueak." Sodo calls out to you, resting his arm on your shoulder. He looks at you with a smug grin that makes you want to punch him, right here right now. "You know, I was thinking, maybe I could buy you some of those vitamins people take to get taller. Like a height viagra." He snickers and takes his arm off you to ruffle your hair. You scoff at him and laugh. "You're barely taller than me. This is friendly fire." You fire back at him with an equally smug look. He opens his mouth to say something just to be cut off by Swiss. "She's right. You're both challenged, vertically. Shorties." Swiss laughs to himself as an angry Sodo chases after him.

You suck in a breath as he leaves, chewing on your bottom lip with nerves, or maybe annoyance, you don't really know at this point. All you can feel is the pit in your stomach. At the moment, you wish you had punched him.

A little later, the same situation happens again. You're going about your daily chores, cleaning, sorting, etc. "Almost done." You mumble to yourself, opening the doors to the library, rows on rows of books in many different languages, greet you. Sorting books isn't your favorite, but it has to be done. But, the top shelf just so happens to be out of your reach. You hear the door open, brushing it off as another sibling, just to be met with Sodo's hand placed on your head.

"Funny seeing you here." He sighs and shakes his head at you, and you feel your stomach drop. "All the other siblings can reach up here, I'm sure if you just stretch, you'll get it.. one day." He smirks at you triumphantly. When you don't respond with another comeback or a smack to try and get him away, he starts to shuffle behind you. "Just.. let me do what I'm supposed to do." You don't even try to meet his gaze this time, just backing away and leaving him alone, and now Sodo knows he's fucked up.

You've gone back to your room, and someone else can just as easily do the job. You're not sad or anything, but if you didn't leave, you would've thrown a book at his head. A knock on your door stops you from tearing your own hair out. You cautiously open the door to see Cumulus holding Sodo by the wrist. You're tempted to close the door before either of them can say anything to you. The anger builds. You're not necessarily mad at anyone in particular, more so yourself, even though you're aware you can't control your height.

"He's come to talk to you. Right, Sodo?" She glares down at him, a glare that sends shivers down your spine, and you're not even the one receiving it. A mumbled response from Sodo seems to satisfy her for the time being, so she lets him go places him in front of your door. Leaving the two of you alone.

"Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it right now, Sodo." You tell him your voice lower than usual. Before you can close your door, he places his foot in between the frame and the door.

"I didn't realize your height was such a.. thing.. for you." He sighs, his eyes begging for you to hear what he has to say. You open the door just enough so he can come in, and then you've closed it again.

"Listen, I'm sorry." He refuses to meet your eyes this time, awkwardly shuffling in his spot. "I didn't want to piss you off or anything, just some light teasing."

Before he can finish his thoughts, you sigh and shake your head. "Sodo, I'm not mad, not anymore, at least. I know it was all light fun, but I've never been a big fan of people talking about my height." You finally admit, watching him lift his head up and smile. He nods at you and looks back down at the ground, he kinda reminds you off a scolded puppy.

"Why don't we go out for a bit?" You offer, and he goes along. You're just glad that's been cleared up. That's just half, though. You're more so glad he'll stop pouting. It's almost making you feel bad. Hopefully, he'll take the teasing down a notch. But if he doesn't, you know Cumulus will beat some sense into him.

[fanfics4all]

Golden Soul

Request: Yes / No Hi can I request a imagine with Toni Topaz where reader is her younger brother (but near her age and goes to school with her and all) but is really like innocent, naive and sweet and like Toni is protective but sweet with her brother and just how their dynamic would be? Thank you ❤️ Anon

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Toni Topaz x Male!Brother!Reader 

Word count: 972

Warnings: A black eye, should be it

Y/N: Your Name 

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*Toni’s POV*

Riverdale was never a safe place, but as long as I was alive, I was going to make sure my little brother made it through unscathed. Y/N Topaz was only two years younger than me, so we went to Riverdale High together. But while I was toughed by the Southside, growing up around the Serpents and learning how to fight my own battles, Y/N was different. He was soft, sweet, and too pure for this town. He still believed in the good in people. That’s why I never let him out of my sight. 

“Hey, Toni!” Y/N called as he caught up to me in the hallway, a bright smile on his face. 

“Guss what? I helped Ms. Haggly carry her books to class today, and she gave me an extra credit point!” 

I smirked, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Look at you, being a little teacher’s pet.” 

He pouted. “It’s called being nice.” 

“In this town? That’s called putting a target on your back.” 

Y/N rolled his eyes. “You worry too much.” 

I sighed, knowing he wouldn’t listen. He never saw the bad coming, not until it hit him square in the face. Which is exactly what happened that afternoon. 

I was standing by the lockers, chatting with Sweet Pea, when I heard a commotion in the courtyard. My stomach dropped when I heard Y/N’s voice, panicked and confused. Pushing through the crowd, I found him cornered by Reggie Mantle and his goons. 

“Come on, Topaz.” Regie sneered, gripping Y/N’s backpack. 

“You’re too soft to be Toni’s brother. What are you, the Serpents’ charity case?” 

Y/N shook his head, clearly flustered. “I’m not a Serpent.” 

“Yeah, no kidding.” Reggie laughed. “You don’t have the guts.” 

Before Y/N could respond, I shoved through the crowd, standing protectively in front of him. 

“Touch my brother again, and I’ll make sure you regret it, Mantel.” 

Reggie put his hands up, smirking. “Relax, Topaz, we were just playing around.” 

I narrowed my eyes. “Funny, I wasn’t laughing.” 

Reggie backed off, but not before shoving Y/N’s backpack at him. 

“Guess being a Serpent makes you blind to jokes. Later, Topaz.” 

As soon as he was gone, I turned to Y/N. “Are you okay?” 

Y/N sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, I just… I don’t get why people have to be like that.” 

I softened. “Because they’re insecure idiots who think bullying makes them look strong.” I placed a hand on his shoulder. “But you? You don’t have to be like them. You’re better than that.” 

Y/N gave me a smile. “Thanks, TT.” 

“Always, little T.” I threw an arm around him, leading him away from the courtyard. 

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I had a bad feeling the second I heard the front door creak open. It was late- too late for Y/N to be coming home from anywhere other than school or the arcade, and both closed hours ago. I pushed off the couch, eyes narrowing as I saw his silhouette in the dimly lit living room. 

“Where the hell have you-” I stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening when he turned toward me. 

A black eye. 

My blood boiled instantly. “What the hell happened to your face?” 

Y/N flinched at my sharp tone and quickly shook his head, trying to brush past me. 

“It’s nothing, TT. Just some stupid accident.” 

I grabbed his arm before he could escape. “Bullshit.” 

“Toni-” 

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. Who did this to you?” My voice was demanding, but underneath it was pure concern. 

He sighed, hesitating for a moment before finally caving. “It wasn’t a fight, okay? Sweet Pea and Fangs were… teaching me how to fight.” 

I blinked. “What?” 

“They were helping me learn to defend myself. You know, be more like a Serpent.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. 

I crossed my arms. “And why would you need to do that?” 

Y/N sighed, avoiding my gaze. “Because… maybe I need to toughen up. Maybe being nice isn’t cutting it in this town. People are mean, Toni. And maybe if I was more like you- more like Sweet Pea and Fangs- Maybe they’d leave me alone.” 

My heart clenched. This was exactly what I never wanted for him. I placed both hands on his shoulders, making him look at me. 

“Listen to me, Y/N. You don’t have to change who you are just because this shitty town is full of assholes. You hear me?” 

“But-” 

“No, shut up and listen.” My voice softened. “You’re better than this place. You’re better than all of this Serpent and Ghoulie crap. You actually have a future, Y/N. You’re smart, you do well in school, and you have a real shot at getting out of here.” 

Y/N looked down, but I gently nudged his chin up so he had to meet my eyes. 

“That’s what’s gonna get you out of Riverdale. Not throwing punches, not proving yourself to anyone but yourself. You’re gonna go to college. You’re gonna make something of yourself. And you’re gonna do it by being you.” 

Y/N swallowed hard. “But what if I don’t want to leave you?” 

I smiled softly, squeezing his arms. “Then you’ll visit me, dumbass. But I swear Y/N, you’re not gonna end up stuck in this town like the rest of us. You deserve better.” 

He was quiet for a moment before finally sighing. “Okay… I won’t do the trials.” 

I let out a breath of relief before playfully nudging him. “Good. Now go put some ice on that eye before I let Sweet Pea and Fangs know they’re next.” Y/N chuckled, and for the first time that night, I saw a hint of my innocent little brother again. 

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[vibratingskull]

Hello. I enjoy your writing very much , the many "diffrent " Thrawn you have are amazingly writing. May I please ask for a ThrawnxF!reader

Were reader is a redhead, and Thrawn very much loves it about her always touching her hair, telling her how much he loves it and how unique it is even among humans, hoping their child will inherent it. With some fluff/smut

I love my different Thrawns, they are my oxygen. I hope you like this chapter anon ❤️

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : Reader has red hair, fluff, smut, breeding kink, P in V, dumbification, creampie

You pass your comb through your locks, carefully unknoting your flaming hair.  

“Let me do it for you.” Thrawn appears behind you with a soft smile. 

You smile back to him and hand him the comb, sitting comfortably in front of your hairdresser. Thrawn takes your mane delicately in his hands to pass it behind your shoulders and leave it flowing in your back. He takes a portion of it and starts gently combing your strands, with infinite delicateness.  

You observe him through the mirror, how focused he looks. It is no secret to you that your flamboyant hair absolutely fascinates him. When you first met, you felt his insisting gaze on you despite being on the other side of the room. At first, you took it as the usual male behavior of ostensibly ogling women like objects and didn’t entertain him by giving him attention and was fully ready to send him off when he approached you. 

You expected the usual “compliments” of how your skin must be soft to the touch or how pretty your plump lips would be wrapped around something other than a fork, the usual... 

“You have magnificent hair, ma’am. I never saw such color before.” He simply said. 

You looked at him without a word, waiting to see how he would segway his way to a more crude “praise” but he remained fixated on your hair with sparkling eyes. 

“Oh...” You finally responded after none came as you expected, “Thank you I... was born with it.” 

“It is your natural color? Fascinating... I saw several depictions of such hair in the arts of humans but this is the first time I have had a chance to observe it in real life, I must say the tones are even more impressive in person.” He seized his chin as he kept detailing your hair avidly. 

You could not help a little chuckle while biting your lips into silence. What was his deal? Usually, this is women complimenting your hair, but he looks like a child discovering sugar candy for the first time. 

“Does your species do not have red hair too ?” You asked back, amused. 

“No. Our shades and hair colors are unfortunately not as diverse as humans. Until now I was convinced red hair was purely an artistic vision and you are the first individual I met with that impressive color.”  

This time you overtly chuckled at his enthusiasm. He looked like he discovered a mythical creature he dreamed about all his life. You spent the rest of the party discussing together on a balcony with your alcohol glasses as only other company. He was polite and courteous, gentlemanly even. Never a bad word came soiling his lips and his hungry eyes were solely fixated on your locks, utterly fascinated. 

He remained very set back in his enthusiasm, his face stern and tone aloof but his eyes were shining so bright you didn’t need the light of the stars to see around yourself.  

To return the compliment you told him that you never saw a species with such beautiful eyes and he bowed his head, humbly accepting the praise. 

“Do you model a lot?” he asked. 

“Modeling? What for?” You tilted your head with a little grin. 

“For photographers and painters.” He responded like his interrogations where obvious. 

“Never.”  

His eyes rounded up slightly in surprise before he took back control. 

“No one ever approached you for modeling with such hair?” He asked genuinely puzzled. 

“No.” You laughed, more and more endeared to his confusion, “Red hair is not sufficient to be a model.” 

“I would paint it all day long if I was an artist.” He revealed. 

You gauged him up and down with a smirk. 

“You are a weird man, Vice-Admiral.” 

He tilted his head. 

“I am simply praising what I find beautiful.” 

To tease him you casually took out your hair pins to reveal to him your true hair length. If he was not Thrawn you were sure he would be drooling on himself right now with how entranced he appeared. 

“May I... touch?” He asked. 

“Sure!” You giggled, more and more amused. 

He delicately took a lock in his hand and squeezed it between his fingers. 

“They are very soft and smooth, it feels like silk.” 

“Thank you, I take care of my hair.” You nodded satisfied with your work. 

 “I almost hoped it would be warm to the touch...” He continued lowly, almost to himself. 

“It is simply hair.” 

“Of course. I understand the artists’ fascination for red hair now. They truly are... Mesmerizing.” 

“What are you thinking about with such a dreamy expression?” Thrawn’s calls you back to reality. 

You blink, in your shared suite on the Chimaera, with your husband combing your hair for the night. 

“Our first meeting.” You smile, satisfied, “And how hypnotized you were by my red hair.” 

“I still am today.” He sighs satisfied, “This color suits you so well, it enhances your skin and eye color perfectly, the chemical colors are poor imitations of true redheads, they lack all the fire and flamboyance of that magnificent shade.” He preaches, finishing to comb your mane. 

“Aren’t you a bit obsessive?” You laugh. 

“I am a simple servant to art and beauty.” 

You shake your head with a chuckle; 

While you remove your makeup, Thrawn applies a hair mask on your locks, nourishing your hair. 

He absolutely adores taking care of your hair. He wants to do your shampoos himself and kneels in the bathroom to clean your hair while you relax in a bubble bath, appreciating the deep head massage. He buys a ton of hair products, masks, butter, and oils to strengthen and make it shine. He takes half an hour each morning to tress your hair, adorning the usual strict military bun with discreet but sophisticated braids, little beads, and pearls of colors thread into your locks with his Chiss flair. He told you that long hair was culturally significant for Chiss and he learned plenty of braids and tresses in his youth and loves to play with our hair now, honoring his own culture through you.  

Thrawn massages the mask on your hair with great application before adding drops of oil on your root and finish it all up with some perfume. 

You love being pampered like that, you hum a tune with your eyes closed, deeply relaxed as he leans forward to dive his nose in your hair and inhales deep with a satisfied sigh.  

“I adore your hair.” He whispers like it isn’t obvious. “They are a real crown for your head.” 

He kisses the hair in his hands before putting them to the side of your neck to kiss your nape. You hum, pleased by the sensation of his lips on your skin. 

“I hope our children will inherit your hair color.” 

You chuckle. 

“But your blue-black hair is also beautiful, it suits your blue skin so well and compliment your eyes.” 

“I will argue red hair will compliment them both better.” He keeps kissing your neck. 

He slowly goes down, pulling the brace of your nightgown off your shoulder to kiss the naked skin. You cannot help a shudder at the touch of his delicate lips on your sensitive spot, his hands caressing your arms fully. He leaves pecks here and there with a pleased sigh before wrapping his arms around your bust to squeeze you tight, his nose buried in the crook of your neck. 

“You are ravishing in this little apparel...” He groans, “Will you join me in bed?” 

You give him a side glance with an amused smile. 

“Will I?” You tease. 

“Please, Ch’acah. You bring me to my knees.” He looks into your eyes brazenly, desire lighting up his eyes like it did the day of your meeting. 

You chuckle before kissing his cheek. You take his chin to rotate his face towards you and gain access to his lips. 

It is soft and delicate but so full of promises. 

His hand leaves your arm to gently grip your hair, tilting your head farther, deepening the kiss. You open your mouth to let him enter, and he moans satisfied as your tongues meet and dance together. You wrap your own arms around his shoulders, pulling him towards you. 

Thrawn breaks the kiss, leaving you panting for more and kisses the tip of your nose with a cheery gaze. 

“I love witnessing desire awakening in your eyes, Ch’acah. I love how they become dark and heavy, it makes my blood boil in anticipation.” He reveals lowly like a secret. 

You peck the corner of his lips, digging your nails in his pristine white uniform. 

“Take me to bed.” You whisper in a breath. 

He makes your stool spin and seizes your legs to lift you up bridal style. You chuckle as he carries you so easily with his powerful muscles, he delicately lays you down your double bed, nuzzling his nose with your cheek. 

“Your scent is driving me crazy lately.” He rasps between kisses all over your face, “This is a good time to try again.” 

You unbutton his jacket with trembling hands, feeling excitation rising in your veins. You use a period tracker to keep a tab on your periods and most fertile days, but Thrawn doesn’t need that. With his Chiss nose, he can pick up your pheromones in one huff and know where you are in your cycle. You stopped checking your tracker to know if he was right by now, he got it every time. 

You have longed for a baby of yours since you got together. He made it very clear that he would not get you pregnant before you felt ready to be a mom, but it was clear in his eyes that he wanted a baby now. 

But he kept true to his words, never pressuring you, taking a contraceptive of his own, until you told him you felt ready for a little one too. All heavens broke loose and he who was so reserved and with a low sex drive was suddenly all over you, touching you constantly, keeping you in bed for long hours, caressing every nook and cranny of your flesh, making passionate and sweet love to you. 

As members of two different species, procreation wasn’t impossible per se but  clearly more improbable than same species couple. You both kept track of your most fertile days, took fertility boosters, and modified your diets and habits to maximize your chances. 

But even now it has proven unsuccessful. 

It doesn’t stop you from trying. 

Thrawn gently pulls on your nightgown braces to reveal your shoulders and breast to him, he gently nips and sucks at your collarbone, his purring starting to resonate in your ears. 

You absolutely love that sound. It is so soothing and exotic. 

So... Erotic. 

His hands leave the fabric of your gown to grab your breast, kneading your bosoms well and good in his large hands. He licks his way down your collarbone to your boobs and takes on in his greedy mouth to lick and suck the nipple, letting his drool roll on your smooth skin as you wave your body under his, teasing his groin region with your hips. 

You gasp and mewl under his magical tongue as he laps avidly at your nipple while rolling and grabbing the other’s flesh with a handful, making your nip roll and pinching it between his expert fingers. 

He finally kisses your bosom to give the other the same treatment, the same loving attention. His purring is now loud and unmistakable. He groans and moans his own pleasure loudly, making sultry and obscene sounds unbecoming of a Grand Admiral of the Empire. 

But in the intimacy of your suite, he doesn’t care. This is the secret place where he can let go of the heavy mask of aloofness and detachment to reveal his more sensitive and vulnerable visage. A visage that you welcome and adore, proving to him that he can be truly himself with you and unmask and stim off when the pressure is too great, even for him. 

He finally kisses your two boobs and raises back on his knees to get rid of his white jacket and black tank top, you follow the movement into a sitting position to caress his abs and pecs. You cover his stomach with kisses and little licks with the dart of your tongue, wrapping your arms around his waist.  

His hands come caressing your hair, passing his fingers through your fiery locks to press your face against his muscular stomach with a deeply satisfied sigh, his head thrown backward in bliss. You kiss your way lower toward the hem of his pants with a big smile, you open his white trousers and pull them on his legs to reveal his boxers. 

The bulge is consequent, and despite the breathable and stretchy fabric it feels very constrictive for him, it appears really tight for his length. You leave a big kiss on the bulge, chuckling, feeling him twitch under your lips and his muscles contract under your hands. You take the hem of the boxer down to free his erection from its jail. His cock immediately rises, standing proud before your face, lengthy and girthy, making you drool terribly. 

You take his leaking shaft in your hand and gently jerk him off before taking it in your mouth. The pre-cum is salty, titillating your tastebuds pleasantly. Thrawn tenses significantly under your touch with a hiss, his abs contracting and rolling under his blue skin. You circle his crown with your tongue and a hum as you hear Thrawn gasp, his grip on your hair tightening. You start moving back and forth, welcoming as much of him as you can in your mouth, which is a feat considering his measurements. You breathe through your nose deeply, minding your gag reflex as you push him far back in your mouth working your tongue on his length and taking care to not press him between your teeth.  

His little huffs and choked gasps are so erotic, you feel your pussy waking up with warm waves, your inner muscles pleasantly contracting in excitement at each of his pants, soiling your panties. 

You moan loudly for his ears and he starts a gentle back and forth movement with his hips as you drool all over his cock, with a solid grip on his waist. He is very mindful of your comfort and takes care to not push your limits and not cause pain to your jaw. He exhales deeply, satisfied by the sensations you give him. 

“You are so good with your mouth, Ch’acah.” He rasps, trying to control the tremors of his voice under your care. “Keep going please...” 

You smile with his shaft in your mouth, humming approvingly. It took you time to be able to take so much of him in your mouth and you have all the right to be smug of your technics now. You feel him restraining his desire to fuck your mouth as his grip on your hair tightens again, pulling on your locks. 

“Ch’etecerci!” He curses, his pelvic movements getting more and more erratic. 

His hips jerk and he cums in your mouth with a long moan. You feel the long ribbons of seed on your tongue, painting your mouth in white. 

“Do not swallow yet, Ch’acah.” Thrawn pants, sweat trickling down his glorious abs and temples. 

You look up to him with your mouth full as he lowers himself, pushing you back on the mattress before kissing you languorously with a deeply pleased hum. Your tongues dance and hug each other as he tastes himself on your lips. He waves his hips against yours, humping his still-erect cock against your panties. He cups your cheek as he deepens the kiss even more, sharing saliva and semen in an obscene embrace. He parts from you with brightly shining eyes, devouring you with his hungry gaze, panting. 

“My turn.” He groans. 

He kisses the tip of your nose and lowers himself to place himself between your legs, pushing your nightgown out of his way to reveal your panties. He grips the fabric and pulls them down your legs, you raise your hips in the air to help him. 

He separates your legs wide open with his large hands to expose your pussy to his hungry red eyes. He lowly growls at that sight and you see him licking his lips. 

"Would you look at that, the obsession of my darkest thoughts...” 

And without any more ceremonies, he dives his head between your thighs and takes a big, long lick at your fold with rumbles in his chest. You gasp as he licks your pussy avidly, his long fingers gripping the delicate flesh of your thighs hard. 

“You are already quite wet, Ch’acah.” He notes playfully but with a dark and heavy gaze, “But you can do better than that!” 

He kisses, licks, laves, and laps at your pussylips, parting them with two fingers, drinking and savoring your dripping essence with loud moans and satisfied pants. You mewl and yelp in desperation at the pleasure he gives you so generously, you dig your nails in the fabric of the sheets, your body shaken by tremors. 

He loves to eat your pussy out and never misses an opportunity to dive between your legs and remind you how good at it he is. He could go on for hours if you would let him do as it pleased him... 

“Ah! Th-Thrawn...” You gasp, rolling hips against his expert lips. 

“Yes ch’eo Ch’acah?” He hums, his mouth pressed agaisnt your swollen pussylips. 

Sometimes you worry he would suffocate himself against your cunny.  

“Ah...! Don’t stop! Please... Keep going.” You beg, out of your mind. 

“Of course...”  

He kisses your fold loudly and focuses on your clit, titillating it with the dart of his warm tongue. Your legs shake violently at that new stimuli and you feel all of your blood leaving your limbs to flow to your southern mouth, puffing up your lips and inner muscles like a soft pillow.  

He flicks your pearl rapidly with his tongue, sucks the bud like candy, and makes it roll between his blue lips. You feel your cunny convulse deliciously as you struggle to catch your breath under such touches. Goosebumps flourish all over your delicate skin as he eats you out like a starving man. You feel your dripping essence and his drool rolling on your thighs and his jaw. 

His moans and grunts are so loud and lewd, obsessively resonating in your suite, ringing in your ears like delicious music, exciting you more and more. As you tremble on the mattress he humps his impressive length on the bed, rolling his hips and waving his entire body in a sultry dance, desperate for some friction. 

As your pleasure grows and spreads in your nerve endings your hips try to get away from the mouth that tortures you so easily by reflex, but Thrawn holds them down firmly, growling a warning. You will not escape him and fighting your orgasm is useless, he will have you come undone on his tongue, whether you want it or not. 

Your thighs are shaking so much that you inadvertently squeeze his face firmly between them as the spikes of pleasure send electroshocks in your leg muscles, making them tremble terribly. Blocked between the softness of your thighs and the delicacy of your dripping cunt Thrawn starts purring loudly. 

You try to reopen your legs to let him breathe but they are spasming brutally under each wave of raw bliss he gives you. You cannot even speak anymore, just letting out helpless choked gasps and strangled exhales.  

And suddenly the knot snaps and a fireball explodes in your leaking cunt. You are electrified to the core and freeze entirely in a second under such pressure. You desperately try to breathe but all your muscles are contracted. Your heart pumps furiously, softening your cunt and puffing up your pulsating clit in his mouth. Your toes curl and white fireworks explode behind your closed eyelids and you squirt in his mouth uncontrollably. His purr deepens as he receives your slick on his tongue, deeply pleased by his work. 

He laps at your swollen bud and leaking cunt one last time with a purred animalistic growl, a satisfied grin, and stands back up to hover over your lying figure. Drops of saliva and slick beads on his chin, rolling on his deep blue skin, catching the red reflections of his burning rubies. He wipes his jaw with his fingers and sucks them clean with an exaggerated satiated hum, looking straight into your eyes without any shame. 

“A divine taste, as always Ch’acah.” He comments, letting go of his fingers with a resonding pop. 

Your chest rises up and down rapidly, your heart in a frenzy, and sweat rolling on your heated skin. He lowers himself to nudge his nose with yours and you peck his tip with an exhaled laugh. 

“I love you, Ch’acah.” He whispers so low, his hand tenderly cupping your cheek, and with the softest gaze you ever see, “Please, do not forget it...” 

You take his face between your two hands to caress his cheekbones softly, your eyes deeply bored into his. He often worries you will forget his love and leave him behind, choosing a younger lover to satisfy you. His fear of abandonment is deeply intertwined in the memories of his sister’s disappearance, the powerless feeling due to the death of his brother, the ungratefulness the Ascendancy displayed at his hardest efforts to keep it safe, and his personal perception as a weapon and a tool. 

He fears so deeply that once you used him he will be tossed aside and be forgotten. He factually knows it won’t happen, that you are not heartless to abandon him like that, but it is so deeply ingrained in him that he cannot shake it off, especially after he felt comfortable enough with you to open himself up. 

“I know, Ch’acah.” You respond in the same tone, “Do not forget that I love you just the same. I am the happiest I have ever been in my entire life at your side.” You force his face down to languorously kiss him, robbing him of his air, “I love you so, so much! Like I never loved before.” 

He presses you tighter against his huge body, threatening to crush you under his weight but you don’t want to be anywhere else! He lets out a breath, your foreheads against the other. 

“Will you give me a baby?” He asks. 

“Of course, Ch’acah.” You brightly smile to him, “I will give you as many as you desire.” 

“Redheads like you?” 

This time you burst out laughing. He really stands by it, doesn’t he? 

He playfully pecks your neck now that the atmosphere is lighter and positions himself between your legs, his leaking cock twitching in anticipation. He takes it in his hand and spreads his pre-cum on all the length as preparation. 

“I know you will.” He finally notes and pushes his length inside your wet pussy.”They will all be perfect just like you.” 

As always he stretches you out so much, forcing your mouth in a perfect ‘O’ as your fluffy muscles extend all around his girthy shaft in an attempt to welcome him whole inside.  

You know you are going to be so sore after this night. He always leaves you like that. But he takes it as an opportunity to massage your lower tummy or eat you out again to help your bruised muscles to relax. 

He seizes your hips to reposition himself better, pushing deeper and deeper, burying himself to the hilt in the warm and welcoming embrace of your inner flesh. He sighs longly when he is fully in, letting you a moment to adjust. 

“You squeeze me so much, Ch’acah.” He lets out between his greeted teeth as his abdominals contract repeatedly under the pleasure he feels just being inside. 

You cannot resist and tense your cunny several time around his shaft, making him gasp and tremble lightly. 

“Do not toy with me, Ch’acah.” He warns breathless. 

You look at him insolently with a pleased smile. 

“I am simply inviting you to start moving.” You innocently respond. 

He rolls his hips sultrily, earning a moan from you, much to his satisfaction. And he starts thrusting his hips with a rapid pace. 

The thrusts are deep and languorous, and the rhythm is quick but it is sweet and loving sex, as always with him. 

You roll your hips with his, meeting his tempo, undulating your body under his as he ruts into you, his nose buried in your neck, lazily licking and pecking your skin, his large hands gripping your side hard. You circle his waist with your legs and his shoulders with your arm to hug him tight in a big bear hug, imprisoning him in your embrace, defending him to ever stop his thrusts in your greedy pussy. 

The back and forth is a tad painful considering his size and length, forcing your cunt to stretch at its maximum to welcome him fully, but it is a diffuse pain that melts and disappears in the ocean of pleasure his hips give you. His preparation helps tremendously too, your slick acting like a potent lubricant with his pre-cum. He waves his hips expertly, knowing perfectly what will make you cry of pleasure and cream around his cock.  

He hits all the sweet spots easily, making you shudder and tremble and moan uncontrollably. You contract and tense your pussy to tease and play with him, earning choked gasps and low growled purrs as he ruts into you with abandon. 

“Will you give me a baby girl?” He demands breathily, “A cute little one to cradle.” 

He asks you this question each time you try for a baby. You know he will be terribly happy with a son but his eyes sparkle so much when he speaks about having a baby girl, already fantasizing about giving her her first painting lessons and Shah-tezh sessions, preparing her for the world, to make her a conqueror and protector of everything she deems worthy.  

So many men pride themself in only having sons, he instead desires a little girl for himself. He holds women in such high regard and respect, that fathering a girl is one of the highest accomplishments he can hope to achieve in his life. 

“A sweet baby girl...” He pecks your face all over, cheeks, nose, temples, forehead, chin, and jaw, “She will be the most intelligent and perfect being in existence. The entire universe will be better for it...” 

You feel him getting unhinged talking about your future baby like that. They do not even exist yet but you feel his heart ready to burst out of love for them already. His thrusts deepen and accelerate and you feel his cock throbbing inside your vagina. He is eager to come inside you but not before you come first. 

“Yes, Thrawn. I will give you a daughter.” You promise with a broad smile under all those sweet kisses, “Several if you want.” 

“Several... Would you do it for me, Ch’acah? Bless me with several children?” He huffs, full of hope, “Carrying many of my babies?” 

“Of course love.” You kiss the tip of his nose back, “For you I will. I will give you a large family.” 

He slows down his movement to cup your cheeks and look deep into your human eyes. His disheveled hair frame his gorgeous face, sweat dripping off his temples while his red eyes shine and burn of untold desires. He considers you in silence for a minute, like he has trouble registering that you are here with him. He then lowers himself to kiss you languorously, entering your mouth to play and dance with your tongue with a deep pure resonating through his chest to his throat. 

He suddenly resumes his hard and rapid thrusts into your leaking pussy, making you moan in surprise and pleasure, making you bite his tongue in confusion.  

That doesn’t stop him, quite the contrary.  

You can hear a roar rising in his chest, muffled by your sultry kiss as he pounds savagely into you, the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh resonating obsessively in your bedroom, making your head light and fuzzy. 

He parts from you, growling like a predator, and stands on his knees, forcing your hips up in the air. He holds them firmly in his large hands as he obscenely ruts into you. This new position allows you to admire his abs rolling under his thick Chiss skin gleaming with sweat. You gulp before his athletic body, sculpted by the Maker Themself. He pants, throwing all his energy into your love-making. 

Useless to say that if Thrawn ends up tired after sex, you end up absolutely exhausted and destroyed. Your stamina is no match for his and he always gives you so much each time... 

“My sweet wife... Letting me breed her as I please...” He says between devastating plunges, rendering your brain mushy with all the bliss, “I knew I chose you well. That you will rise up to the challenge.”  

He licks his fingers lewdly, wetting them well before starting to caress your clit. He circles it, caresses it, titillates it, teases it, flicks it sending chocks of raw pleasures in your nerve endings. You’re shaken at each little wave, inadvertently squeezing his cock as your muscles contract, making him grin. He accelerates his ministrations on your pearl, locking into your eyes, pressing it down, and torturously grazing it, giving it love and attention until you are a complete shacking mess under his touch. You feel your legs trembling dangerously and ready to give up but Thrawn holds you tight, impaling you mercilessly on his erection. 

“I love how your little pussy squeezes my cock when I enter you and how it strangles it entirely when you get close.” He lets you know with dark satisfaction, looking down at you from all his height. 

He keeps going on your clit, making you drool on yourself, the combination of his thrusts and caress being too much on your poor body. 

“It craves to be bred so badly, I can only oblige. Do you like that idea, Ch’acah? Me breeding you thoroughly until you are full and round with our child?” He darkly purrs. 

You can only nod in desperation. You lost all your words and the remnant of your sanity under his care, leaving you brainless and craving for your orgasm. 

“Cockdrunk my sweet?” He playfully mocks, “This expression of bliss on your face is pure art, Ch’acah, I want to see it every day...” He promises, accentuating his rut to toy with your poor body, “Let me breed you, love. I will fuck multiple babies into you, as many as you want, I will give them all to you.” 

You are no more than a fleshlight for him to abuse and bully his cock into, he flicks and pinches your clit between his fingers making you cream even more.  

“Blast! You should see yourself right now! Fucked stupid with your red hair as a crown all around your beautiful expression. I cannot wait to see you pregnant, all round and heavy with my baby.” He rasps, “You were gorgeous before but you will break so many hearts with your swollen, pregnant belly. But you are mine! Mine alone! For me to breed and love all day long. I will show you off everywhere for everyone to see and despair that you are not theirs!” 

He punctuates each word with a devastating pounding motion and caress of your clit until your pussy convulses all around his big cock as you cum in a scream of his name. Your entire body contract violently under the shockwaves of pure pleasure, your toes curling and your eyes rolling inside your head, your pussy pulsating hard and kneading his length, squirting on his cock. 

He finishes with powerful thrusts, spurting hot ribbons of white seed in your spasming sex, milking him for all his worth. He throws his head backward as his orgasm washes over him with a long moan that will haunt your most depraved fantasies from now on.  

He lowers his hips to lay on you once again as your pussy keeps hugging him tight as your own orgasm slowly dissipates, allowing you to descend for the high. You gasp and pant, catching your breath as his body weighs down on yours, his hands coming to cup your cheek and caressing your red hair lovingly. 

The only thing you can hear right now is Thrawn’s pleased purr. So clear and unmisitkable. He nudges your noses and lazily kisses your nose with a small smile. 

Your hands circle his shoulders to press him tighter aginst your sweaty and exhausted body. 

“Ch'ah ch'acah vah.” He whispers, his thumb caressing your cheekbone, “Thank you...” 

“For what?” you ask tiredly, feeling your sprinting heart slowly slowing down. 

“For being with me, for indulging me.” Thrawn pecks the tip of your nose, “You are the only one I trust.” 

You hum in response, hugging him to show him your love.  

“Do you think we did it?” You ask after a moment of silence, spent cradling each other in a pleasant warm embrace. 

“Maybe... We can do it again, to maximize our chances.” 

[captain-after-dark]

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[lothcatthree]

37 for QuinFox for the kiss roulette? ❤️

37. kiss on the back of the neck

send me an ask for a lil kiss with your pairing of choice <3

thank you for the ask, anon!! you know I am weak for these two..

also due to circumstances outside of my control, this has turned into 687 words written in 30 minutes with two different kinds of kisses in addition to the request. hope u understand

(placing under the cut)

In hindsight, maybe Quinlan should’ve warned him.

He tends to forget that not everyone can sense the presence of other beings as easily as they can smell a pastry or taste blood on their tongue. The concept of being painfully aware of every damned sentient being in the vicinity has become second nature to Quinlan, something that’s familiar to him as the curves of the sconces in the Temple halls or the way that Mace’s scowl twitches just to the left when Quinlan smiles at him for too long. 

But, still.

He should’ve warned him.

It’s not like Quinlan could help himself. Fox was standing with his back turned away from the doorway to his office, something that Quinlan would’ve teased him over (Didn’t the Kaminoans teach you how to watch the damn entrances?), but he could see the way Fox’s shoulders were pinched around his neck and the way that his hand was gripping the belt of his lower armor so tightly that Quinlan’s not sure how the plastoid didn’t snap in two.

Every single cord of muscle in Fox’s body seemed to be in a competition for who could kill Fox the fastest… And it appeared like the one on the back of his neck was currently winning, judging by the way that Fox’s head was hunched over into his datapad like he was trying to either eat it or whisper sweet, sweet nothings into its deepest pixels.

Before Quinlan knew it, he was slinking across the room and slightly bumping Fox’s unarmored back with his chest, placing gentle hands on his waist and brushing his mouth over the mess of gray-streaked curls that sit gracefully on the nape of Fox’s neck.

“Hey, sw–”

Ah, and now there’s a blaster in his stomach paired with wild brown eyes and bared teeth. Somehow, Fox didn’t even drop the datapad.

Quinlan only smiles softly in the face of his own beautiful mortality. 

“Fuck,” Fox turns from a rabid animal to a slightly less rabid animal with a sigh and a scrub of his hand (still holding the datapad) over his face. “You scared me.”

Fox puts his blaster that was one press from rearranging Quinlan’s kidney back into the holster with a click. And right before Quinlan was about to make a joke regarding if Fox was happy to see him. Next time. 

“Sorry,” Quinlan lies.

Fox attempts to narrow his eyes, but it falls terribly short when the prestigious Commander exhales and leans forward, reacquainting his forehead to Quinlan’s shoulder with a dull thunk. Quinlan breathes his own little chuckle and buries his hand into Fox’s hair, scratching his scalp. Fox melts and Quinlan takes more of his weight with a quirk of his lips.

“Was gonna ask if you wanted to go to Dex’s with me,” Quinlan murmurs to the ratty couch shoved against the wall, wondering how easily he could get Fox onto it later. 

Fox hums and picks his weight up so he can look at Quinlan properly. Any hint of his scowl has cleared away with the clouds and there’s only a hard-fought trusting gaze that cuts through a fallen dark curl. Quinlan clears it away with gentle fingers that still hum against the storyboard of Fox’s skin.

“You buying?” Fox raises an eyebrow. The silvery scar that runs through it like a stream catches the sunlight outside. 

Quinlan kisses his forehead and lingers for a moment, just long enough to whisper there, “Stole some credits from Obi’s robes. He owes me anyway.”

Fox snorts and pulls away, finally placing the datapad on the desk. He sets it right next to the tiny holopicture of the two of them from a few rotations ago. Fox runs a loving finger over the frame, shrugs and responds, “Good enough for me.”

He puts his upper armor back on, steals a proper kiss, and then they’re walking through the halls again and making fun of the worst Senator of the week.

Quinlan’s heart sings the entire time because while the Force may not be second nature to Commander Fox, Quinlan Vos sure as hell is.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - June 24

sparkle anon, rainbow hearts anon, @0bsessedwithdeadgayswizards, Halloween anon (new), india anon

sparkle anon

i'm not sure how the advice asks work, so i'm just gonna ask it here

sparkle anon

heyy cas,

i've been studying this whole year for an exam (it's kinda very important in my country) and it's very close by. this whole year has been very stressful and i've been doing kinda shit mentally. it just feels like life isn't really worth living. what i wanted to ask is if you have any anecdotes of times in your life you felt happy or hopeful or things like that. if it's too personal you don't have to answer ofc.

i also kinda struggle with making friends and things like that. i have a very close friend, but i get a bit jealous of her when she talks about her other friends, parties she went to and things like that. i'm not sure why, but i'm a bit possessive. not in the way that i tell her anything, i guess i would just like to feel that too

your microfics are amazing (rosekiller is my fav) and i hope you're doing well<3

Hi <3

I'm not sure if this is helpful or not but talking to kids always makes me feel really hopeful. Like especially when I come out to them and they're just like "okay cool" and move on. Kids are such a good indication that the future is bright, you know? And I've met some amazing, kind, caring, empathetic kids. Life seems a lot more worth living when you see it through the eyes of kids.

With your friend...I mean could it be that you're worried she'll prioritize those things over you? It could be that asking for reassurance might help. I mean, don't be like "you like me best, right?" but you can say something like, "hey, can I have some reassurance that our friendship is important?" I don't think there's anything wrong with asking for that.

Sending love!

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rainbow hearts anon

Cas!!! Rainbow hearts anon here with a small update. My appointment for my hair dying is in two days so I am super excited also I have so many pool trips planned so that seems like it'll be fun. Trump bombed Iran. Hahaha this is just so funny. I mean he couldn't stop at just ruining our lives he wants to go international with his cruelty. My parents are stressed about this and so am I and so are my friends so at least we get some bonding from this (trying to stay positive). My birthday was today and I had lots of fun. We didn't really do anything because all I wanted was to dye my hair but my brother woke me up at 12 to give me my present which is the newest Kathleen Glasgow book that I've been talking nonstop about so yippee. We were going to go out to eat but my dad said his arm was hurting so we ordered and all enjoyed. Overall pretty chill day other than the fact that the possibility of usa entering a war just went up like a lot. Tumblr has been such a good escape and your blog and presence on here is so welcoming. I genuinely do not think you get as much appreciation as you deserve because you are sooooo awesome.🩷❤️💛💚🩶🧡🩵🤍💙💜🤎🖤

💐🌷🪻🌹🌺🌸💮🏵️🌼🌻🪷(flowers for you)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I'm sorry Trump fucked it up for you </3 Remember if you use bleach when dying your hair, try to keep it out of chlorinated water as much as possible, at least in the beginning. It can fuck it up!

Thank you for the love and I hope your days continue to stay chill <3

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@0bsessedwithdeadgayswizards

cas ithink im out of the closet??

okay so i was with my mom we were waching a show and sh ewas all like "so have you got anything to tell me??" and i said no but she inssted she even went thrw my phone amd found tumblr and asked what that was i panicked she saw a wolftar fanart and looked at me and said "whats thatt??" and ididnt know how to respond after some time she asked if i was intrested in "homosexual" stuff and i oomg i started crying it was so bad and in the end i told her that ye i do ljke girls so she started crhing so we were both crying and i felt really bad and still do but she kept saying"ill love ypu no matter what" and stuff like that

then i desided to tell my dad so i said "dad i dont like guys i just like girls" and he sat in silence for 2minutes and then said "how do you know have ypu tried being witha girl?" and i was ljke noo but and tried to explain but after some time he said " youre too young to know and to be thinking about that stuff so just go to bed now pray and go to sleep" and i said okay but before i went to my room he kissed me on the forehead and said goodnight

so yeah that was yesterday night and now i still feel so so bad

Hi <3

I hope you don't feel bad, like guilty because there's NOTHING to feel guilty about! It sounds like your mom took it okay, at least! Your dad...well, maybe he'll come around as you get older? He obviously doesn't completely get it, but at I'm glad you're at least safe and nobody got angry or anything.

Remember, no matter what happens, your identity and your feelings are valid and you have so many people who support you. If you ever need to talk about it, my inbox is open!

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Halloween anon

Hi Cas!!!! :)

I have a friend who wants to borrow something that I have for Halloween (I know it’s not for a while but my friends like to plan early) and I honestly don’t want him to. It means a lot to me and it’s irreplaceable (Well it’s official HP merchandise I bought before JKR told the world she was an asshole so i’m NOT going to give her more money) but it seems rude to not. It would make perfect sense for his costume and I don’t want to seem uptight or like I think he’d break it- I’m just very much and over thinker and if it got lost I would be really upset. If I say no I don’t think he’ll be mad, just kind of upset and irritated, but I know it would still bother me

Hi!

Well I don't think there's anything wrong with saying no. It's YOUR thing, not theirs, and you have a right to set boundaries. I'd maybe try a "no, but." Like "I don't like letting anyone borrow this, but I can help you by....(making one, finding a cheap version, finding someone else with one, etc)." That way it doesn't feel as much like a rejection.

If it's a wand, I also know how to make them, if that helps! Lmk if you want me to explain!

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india anon

hey!!! its india anon

thanks for listening to me (or reading???) i really needed that, because i have noone to give me much advice like that so

thank you thank you thank you anyways, hope you have a great day :)))

Hi <3 No problem at all! please feel free to inbox me if you need to talk more!!

[chutefullofholes]

You’re never a nuisance dear *hugs*

I can’t imagine how horrible this time is for you and anything we can do to help please let us know. I wanted to send this off anon so you had the option of just responding privately if you wanted, anything is fine with me. Please take care of yourself ❤️

For little headcanons or something, my head has been filled with touch-starved Gale when he and Bucky first meet. Obviously by the time the show starts he’s been having his full of loving Bucky touches but when they first met in training he was coming off years of being alone and neglect/abuse and not a good relationship with touch in general. So many thoughts of how Bucky may or may not realize this and as their relationship develops Gale is struck hard with all this need and aching he didn’t know he had.

you are such a sweetie and i love our talks, thank you <3

and yes yes- i love thinking about when they first met. before i started All Again i started a diff long form/multi chapter fic that would've been centered around that. and who knows, if the fandom is still kicking whenever i finish All Again maybe i'll revisit it! there's an OC in there that gets blue discharged that i do want to come back to...but anyways to your actual prompt.

aw- sweet buck. at the risk of sounding weird that actually reminds me a lot of my dad, who enlisted to get out of a chaotic family situation. he was apparently a scrawny little thing with a baby face- and has told me that the other guys at boot camp used to rib him asking if his mama knew where he was, lol!

re: buck, imagining his sweetie little 25 year old self first meeting bucky makes me want to wail. he was probably quite shy, and here comes bucky in all his loud bucky glory informing him, among other things, that his name is no longer gale cleven. i can def imagine bucky being quite touchy right off the bat, but laying off when he realizes gale is reacting like a startled little deer. it interests him- in that he figures there must be a reason behind it, but he doesn't want to push too hard too soon and mostly leaves it alone. but even when he isn't as touchy with gale he *is* touchy with their other buddies, and gale can't help but watch and wish he didn't react like he did so bucky could pat his face, push him along by the back of his neck and wrap his arms around him from behind like that. he thinks if it was anyone else he'd hate it. but not if it was bucky. and he doesn't quite know what to do with that.

[goatgoesmbe]

Just wanted to pop in and say thank you so much for being so open about religion. In full honesty, I never thought differently of the Muslim people in my life but I never actually understood the rules and stuff. But reading the way you explained things makes so much more sense and I’m realizing now just how similar it is to my own personal spiritual beliefs (idk what religion I would say I am… I’m just confused and praying to whatever wants to listen to little old me lol). All in all, thank you for being so open and educating, you’re wonderful, hope you have the best of days/nights 💕

And thank you 🫵 for being open with me too anon ❤️❤️❤️

As i learned about other beliefs, i also realized most of them are the same- as in, the way people perceive it and what's actually it taught differs.. some even separated to many sects 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i just hope that any religion it is, would be accepting to different groups in same religion as well as them with other religion.. im sayin people should stop sending death threats to anyone who practice satanism even

And from what i learned from mine anyway :3c whatever God you chose to pray to- he would listen and answer- always 👁️👁️. And yeah, even if you mostly dont interact with Him at all, only come to Him when you need it, He would be 👁️👁️

but the answers would be in 3 ways (not sex- uh):

he'd make it come true asap,

he'd wait until right time to make it come true,

or he'd respond with something better (maybe you asked for a 8 ram laptop, then someone gave you 12 ram- or a whole pc). But what He thinks is better for you might be different from what you think is good for you. Example: i prayed for my dad's suffering to end (he then died). So uh, be specific in ur prayers also

Once again, big thamks for being so open minded with me :3c, big thamks to everyone also- hope you have a great life :D